Xia Chen's heart was shaken. This shot seemed to be stabbed in his heart. He felt a sense of despair that the world was huge but there was nowhere to escape. The negative emotions of disillusionment, even if they just spread out, were enough to make him feel depressed.
Strong willed people go crazy.
The Heavenly Dragon Divine Spear cannot be avoided, it can only be blocked.
The Nine-turn Linglong Pagoda is still at loggerheads with the Jinluan Palace and cannot help him yet.
Xia Chen no longer has the best magic weapon, he only has one pair of hands.
So, he stretched out two fingers and clamped the Tianlong Spear.
This clamp was like clamping a stick of live coals. The majesty of the Heavenly Dragon Spear penetrated directly between the fingers, and penetrated from the gaps between the fingers to his arms, his shoulders, his chest, and his whole body.
The golden body was originally shining with light, but when pressed by the majesty of the best magic weapon, it froze instantly.
Xia Chen felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. There was no blood, but he felt like his blood was stagnant.
The God of War's Five Dharma Appearances stopped unknowingly. Even when I recited the six-character mantra, it felt like it was stuck. It was not smooth and shapeless. Every word seemed to collapse outwards, and it sounded extremely weird.
"I will use this spear to pierce your chest, nail you to the pillar of the Golden Palace, and let countless people admire your remains." Emperor Tang said word by word.
He held the handle of the gun and pushed it hard. The Tianlong Spear instantly broke away from Xia Chen's fingers and pierced straight into Xia Chen's chest.
"Die!" Tang Huang's cold voice came, and the Heavenly Dragon Spear moved and came out from Xia Chen's back.
Large swaths of thunder and lightning burst out from the dragon spear, penetrating into Xia Chen's body and frantically strangling his vitality.
However, Xia Chen's expression did not change at all, and the golden Buddha shadow behind him disappeared with a pop.
Tang Huang's expression changed, and his eyes suddenly blurred. It turned out that it was not Xia Chen who was stabbed, but the shadow of the six-character mantra behind him.
I don't know when, Xia Chen used illusion to deceive his eyes.
Thousands of shadows and illusions!
"Let's see how many illusions you still have." Emperor Tang was startled, and then sneered. The Heavenly Dragon Spear transformed into countless giant dragons with teeth and claws, and stabbed everywhere indiscriminately.
Puff puff... Xia Chen's figures appeared in different places one after another, but they were constantly stabbed by the Tianlong Spear, bursting like bubbles.
The great supernatural powers of the Thousand Shadows and Illusions, which are false and real, make people feel that it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.
But in the face of the best magic weapon, it is still difficult to survive. This is probably because the power of the Heavenly Dragon Spear is too powerful. With the light of the spear swept away, any illusion will be completely destroyed.
However, Xia Chen still unknowingly walked around behind Tang Huang and punched out, hitting the opponent in the back.
Boom, an extremely powerful counter-shock force came. It immediately bounced Xia Chen's fist back.
"Traitor, my dragon robe is a top-quality magic weapon. Can you break it? It's a waste of effort." Tang Huang roared. He shot back and passed by Xia Chen's shoulder.
Xia Chen's shoulders sank, his expression changed, and he quickly backed away. He secretly screamed, "Damn it." Emperor Tang himself was a real dragon, and he had a top-notch defensive weapon. Only a person with tenth level of magical power could defeat him.
defense.
Now his attack is not as good as the opponent's, and his defense is not as good as the opponent's, which means he is completely at a disadvantage. He can only rely on the support of Qianying Wanhuan Dao.
However, as the power of the Tianlong Gun's sweep increases, the Thousand Shadows Illusion Path is shattered before the illusion can be created, and the efficiency will only become worse and worse.
Poof! Another dragon spear pierced out. Joy Faxiang was unable to withstand the power of the dragon spear and died in response.
Not good...Xia Chen secretly screamed that it was not good.
Sure enough, the Emperor of Tang Dynasty laughed sharply and shot three times. The sad, sad and angry Dharma were stabbed one after another and died in response.
"Your demise is a matter of time. If you can't defeat me, there is no point in holding on any longer." Emperor Tang sneered, and the Heavenly Dragon Spear shook, ripples appeared in the void, and it pierced Xia Chen's chest!
When this shot fell, even the Thousand Shadows and Wanhuan Dao lost their light.
The tip of the spear seemed to be holding a whole world.
Use the power of a world to stab Xia Chen. This is the ultimate magic weapon, the Heavenly Dragon Spear!
Xia Chen retreats, and the Heavenly Dragon Spear advances, like an indomitable edge. No matter where he retreats, the Heavenly Dragon Spear always follows him like a shadow. It is a top-notch magic weapon that cannot be avoided, but can only be blocked. This is as domineering as the Nine-turn Exquisite Tower.
Xia Chen retreated again and again, and suddenly felt a solid feeling in his heart. He could no longer take a step back because he had already leaned against the wall of Jinluan Hall.
There is no way back!
"This place is very suitable for hanging your body." Tang Huang said coldly. The real dragon stood up out of thin air, gathered all its strength and struck hard at Xia Chen.
Xia Chen took a deep breath, raised his hands again, a white light flashed in his hands, as if he had an extra layer of gloves, and then he firmly grabbed the tip of the Tianlong Spear.
Emperor Tang smiled and said calmly: "No one in this world can seize the Tianlong Spear, not even me. Rebel, you are dead."
He shouted loudly and thrust his gun straight into the air.
The Heavenly Dragon Spear emitted fiery sparks in Xia Chen's hand, as if an iron awl had been pierced into the iron block, moving forward with great difficulty.
The white light is quickly consumed by the best magic weapon, but it is immediately replenished, and the cycle goes on and on, endlessly.
The Heavenly Dragon Spear is still advancing, inch by inch, minute by minute, Xia Chen's hand cannot block it, and the white light cannot block it, but Xia Chen's hand is as steady as a chime stone, and the white light regenerates endlessly.
Finally, when the tip of the Tianlong Spear touched Xia Chen's chest, it stopped.
Countless white lights rippled, covering the Tianlong Spear like living creatures, and then headed straight towards Tang Huang along the barrel.
"What is this?" Tang Huang felt the terrifying devouring power of these white ripples, and his breath was declining sharply. The hand holding the Tianlong Spear couldn't help but tremble, and he couldn't help shouting.
Xia Chen still held the gun tip: "This is called the Nine Netherworld Pattern. My dear Your Majesty, you are not the only one who has the trump card."
From the cornucopia inside the golden body, endless Nine Netherworld Patterns poured out, like countless split insects, filling half of the Golden Palace in an instant.
Emperor Tang's expression changed. These terrifying white ghost patterns seemed not to belong to the power of this world. Even the best magic weapons could not do anything about them. Even if they were eliminated with magical powers, more Nine Nether Ghost Patterns would emerge.
He pulled the Tianlong Spear hard, but Xia Chen firmly held the head of the spear. The two of them were wrestling with each other, but neither one could do anything to the other.
The white Nine Netherworld Marks surged more and more, and instantly extended along the Heavenly Dragon Spear to his body. Although it could not swallow the dragon robe, after gathering too many shadow patterns, the power of Emperor Tang was increasingly restricted.
Xia Chen held on to the gun head tightly. This was the first time in his life that he completely relied on the cornucopia to copy the Nine Netherworld Patterns to defeat his opponent.
There was no way, Emperor Tang was too strong, to a ridiculous degree. The three top-quality magic weapons, the body of a true dragon, and the right time, place, and people, even Xia Chen had no choice but to rely on consumption to defeat the opponent.
"Go..." Xia Chen secretly used his spiritual thoughts. The four monster beasts turned into streams of light and flew out silently, hiding in the Nine Netherworld Patterns. They began to devour the golden bodies of the eight imperial guards who had been killed by Xia Chen before.
He has never dared to release the four monster beasts. Let alone the eighth level peak, even if the four holy beasts have broken through to the ninth level, they will probably be shocked to death by Emperor Tang without any suspense.
The current stalemate is a good opportunity for these four guys to devour and upgrade.
Tang Huang used his divine power and tried his best to pull out the Heavenly Dragon Spear, but the Heavenly Dragon Spear seemed to be welded to death in Xia Chen's hands. No matter how he exerted his divine power, he could not move at all.
All the magical powers of the Heavenly Dragon Spear are covered by the Nine Netherworld Patterns and cannot be used at all.
There are more and more Nine Netherworld Patterns. Not only are they swallowing up the Tang Emperor's power, but they are also beginning to swallow up the power of the best magic weapons.
Originally, the Nine Netherworld Patterns were not so powerful, but after Xia Chen broke through the ninth level of supernatural power in one fell swoop, the Nine Netherworld Patterns also underwent a qualitative change, becoming much more powerful than the Nine Netherworld Patterns of Lord Nine Netherworlds.
The balance of victory began to tilt towards Xia Chen's side.
"Rebel..." Emperor Tang looked at Xia Chen, his eyes filled with endless evil energy. He was unwilling to lose to Xia Chen. He was Emperor Tang, and he was the Emperor of Tang who always kept his word. How could he lose to Xia Chen?
In the hands of the traitor.
"Your Majesty, you are going to lose, and you will lose very, very miserably. I will step on your head, and let all your people see your dignity being trampled on by me. Your shame,
I will make you, the emperor, famous throughout the history of the Tang Dynasty." Xia Chen said every word, and every word was heart-breaking.
"You..." Tang Huang's eyes were red, as if he were about to spit out fire.
"Xia Chen, let go of Your Majesty, or I will kill her." Suddenly, a loud shout came from the door of Jinluan Palace.
An imperial guard with a pale face reached out and clasped Tang Shiyan's throat. He stood far away from the entrance of the Jinluan Palace and carefully looked inside the palace.
Tang Shiyan closed her eyes tightly and remained motionless, not knowing whether to live or die.
She is just a strong person who has just stepped into the ninth level of magical power. She is no match for a royal bodyguard at the level of a prince.
"Let her go!" Xia Chen was shocked and shouted sharply.
"If you let Your Majesty go, I will let her go. Otherwise, if her golden body is shattered, you, even a god, can't save her." The imperial guard roared ferociously.
There was hesitation in Xia Chen's eyes. Letting go of Emperor Tang would mean letting the tiger go back to the mountain, and he might even start a violent attack. But if he didn't let go of Emperor Tang, how could he save Tang Shiyan?
"You let me go, and I will ask him to let Wan Ning go immediately." Emperor Tang said suddenly, "Then you and I give up. You and Wan Ning leave the Tang Dynasty and never come back again. How about that?"
Xia Chen's eyes flashed: "I'll let you go, how can you guarantee that he will let Shi Yan go?"
Tang Huang said to the guard expressionlessly: "You swore an oath from your inner demons that as long as Xia Chen lets go of me, you will immediately let go of Wan Ning."
"Yes, Your Majesty." The guard did not dare to disobey and immediately swore the inner demon's poisonous oath.
Xia Chen glanced at Emperor Tang and slowly released his gun. As long as he was a monk with magical powers, no one would be bound by the poisonous oath of the inner demon. The higher the level of cultivation, the more powerful the restraint would be.
An unfathomable light flashed in Tang Huang's eyes.
The imperial guard suddenly laughed ferociously. Instead of letting go of Tang Shiyan's hand, he tightened it tightly. A blazing golden light flashed and the extremely powerful destructive power was poured into Tang Shiyan's body.
Tang Shiyan's golden body flashed and dimmed instantly. The imperial guard let go of his hand, and she fell to the ground quietly like a withered flower. (To be continued...)