Ten Thousand Races Invasion: I have a doomsday simulator

Chapter 90 The Guess of the Dead Lord

The huge ghost face attacked the soul of the real dragon with monstrous negative emotions.

There was silence deep in the soul of the True Dragon Lord, obviously this attack was aimed at the soul.

Slightly astonished, she kept her hand from him, but instead put herself in a dangerous situation.

In the spiritual world, the constant confrontation between the giant dragon and the ghost face, and the harassment of the headless immortal and the flesh and blood Buddha outside, put the real dragon Yang Tian in a difficult situation for a while.

Taking advantage of the fact that the real dragon Yang Tian was in a daze, the Buddha threw a punch straight at the dragon's head.

"bump!"

The sound of solid bodies colliding can be felt even if they are far apart, and the pain in it can be felt.

The heavy blow made the real dragon's head tremble. The real dragon Yang Tian looked at the flesh and blood Buddha in front of him, and the anger in his eyes was beyond reproach.

Countless mental stings in his brain, he decided to get rid of the hateful Buddha in front of him first.

The golden light shrank continuously from the body, and the surrounding pitch-black tentacles melted away one after another, as if wind and snow met a raging fire.

The dragon claw broke through the space and suddenly enlarged, and the big Buddha that hit him was clawed into his hand, and the ferocious dragon's mouth suddenly bit at it.

Immediately, the flesh on the Buddha's body was torn apart one by one. The reason is that the Buddha didn't seem to have his own perception, ignoring the real dragon's bite.

Thousands of big hands suddenly attacked the real dragon's body, one punch after another. The extremely terrifying speed of the punches made people only see bloody afterimages, punching to the flesh, and could feel the body of the real dragon Yang Tian. Fist marks appeared.

"hold head high!!"

"The stars are broken!"

The real dragon Yang Tianmeng let out a dragon chant, the Buddha's attack had already started to hurt him.

A huge dragon claw in the void appeared above out of thin air, endless energy gathered in the dragon claw from the starry sky, and finally gathered on a pole.

The energy is extremely dark and deep, and the light emanating from it is invisible, as if even the light cannot escape.

The dragon claw was covered with the luster of the starry sky. With a sharp pinch, the pole exploded, and a white light shone around it, as if welcoming a restart, and the three surrounding creatures disappeared into the starry sky.

The white light dissipated, and the surroundings were silent, only the real dragon Yang Tian was still there.

He underestimated the strength of the Lord of Silence. He didn't expect to be able to summon a powerhouse comparable to him at the peak of the starry sky. If it weren't for the fact that these three things didn't have their own consciousness and fought entirely by instinct, otherwise the real dragon Yang Tian It is not so easy to take them down so easily.

And the Lord of Death in the distance is also not very good, forcing the summoning to use his strength, causing his seven orifices to start bleeding, and his whole body began to show signs of collapse.

If it weren't for the continuous dead air around him, pouring into his body, Yang Tian's body would have dissipated in this space long ago.

The real dragon Yang Tian doesn't understand. Is it really worthwhile to waste the air of death to repair a weak chicken's body?
Immediately, he walked over and saw that the face of the dead lord showed signs of being broken. If he was not careful, he would dissipate in this starry sky at any time. Although his attack just now was aimed at the three people he summoned. Abnormal, but the impact of the aftermath on the Lord of Silence is naturally not negligible.

The real dragon Yang Tian looked at the collapsed body of Yang Tian, ​​and he understood that it was caused by his own attack.

Even if it is repaired with a spirit of death, the speed of shattering is still faster than the speed of repairing. If this continues, Yang Tian's body will dissipate in this space sooner or later.

With a wave of his hand, the remaining power of the attack was absorbed. Sure enough, with the movement of the real dragon Yang Tian, ​​the broken signs on the face of the dead Lord of Silence began to stop.

The dead lord looked at the real dragon lord in front of him strangely, and didn't understand why she wanted to help him.

The Lord of Dead Silence didn't understand, and the Lord of True Dragon didn't understand even more. He tried his best to repair his body even though it was about to collapse. I don't know what effect it would be to do such an endless thing.

Is he determined that he will help him?

As the true dragon lord revealed his original human body, the dead lord stayed where he was.

Since the Lord of True Dragons has always been in the form of a real dragon, the Lord of Death does not know what his human form is?
The handsome face is wrapped in dragon scales, the exclusive vertical pupils of the dragon clan exude the coercion of a king, and the tall and slender body is repeatedly carved by God.

From this point of view, the two of them looked like a pair of twins, just staring at each other, wanting to look at the other side and ask questions first.

"If you leave this body as promised, I can consider letting you go."

As the real dragon Yang Tian said, although he was not sure of successfully keeping the Lord of Silence behind, he was still sure that he would be able to make the Lord of Silence pay the price.

"Leave? This is the body I created to escape the imperial family."

The Lord of Silence seemed to understand something, and looked at the real dragon Yang Tian in front of him in disbelief.

Seeing that the real dragon Yang Tian was lost in thought, the Lord of Death continued to add: "I put seeds in the Ten Thousand Realms, and as a result, only this body can perfectly shield the aura of the Emperor Clan, but you told me to leave, you don't know me How many epochs have you waited for?"

The voice of the dead lord was full of helplessness and anger, and he looked straight at the real dragon lord in front of him, wanting to see how he would answer next.

"Emperor Clan?"

Who knew that the real dragon Yang Tian was a little puzzled, but he had never heard of the Emperor Clan, this race.

He shouldn't have never heard of a strong man who can hunt down and kill such a dead lord.

Seeing the inquiry from the real dragon Yang Tian, ​​the Lord of Death suddenly realized, and understood: "You are not from our starry sky, are you? As long as a clansman is an adult, he will become a star powerhouse."

"Your Excellency has such great strength, it is impossible not to have heard of the Imperial Clan."

"You said that this person's body is your clone, but what evidence is there?"

Although the Lord of the True Dragon believed in the words of the Lord of Death, he was dubious.

Seeing that the True Dragon Lord still refused to let him go, the Dead Silence Lord sighed and exposed his true nature, a ball of light appeared, and a strong dead silence swam in it.

Yuanyuan is the most important thing for a strong man, and it is a big taboo to expose it in front of others at will. If you know that Yuanyuan is hurt, it is very difficult to recover.

The origin is the fundamental source of a living being, no matter how many changes have taken place, it can still be traced to its root.

The Lord of Death and Silence extracted his own origin just to prove to the real dragon Yang Tian. The reason why he dared to do this was because he vaguely guessed where the real dragon Yang Tian came from.

(End of this chapter)