Chapter 2249 The sixth floor of the temple: the fallen king
At the same time that Alice encountered the King of Desire, in another worship hall, Venedin, Pan, Shakhan, Zach, Stuer, and Irene encountered the mask of another king.
This is a gold mask. It can be seen from the mask that this is a curly-haired man between 55 and 65 years old. There are twenty-four golden rays on the crown, just like the 24 rays of light 24 hours a day. Without an introduction, there is no way to explain.
People who know that period of history must think that he is a kind-hearted elder when they see a mask with such a face. In fact, before King Sunken became king and in his early days as king, he could indeed be called enlightened, and he was also a wise man.
A benevolent king. But in his fifteenth year as king, things changed. He began to indulge in wine and sex, and enjoyed the happiness brought by lust for power. Gradually, he began to sink and degenerate until he became cruel and unkind, so the world called him
He is the King of Perdition, a man who fell from an angel into a devil.
The mask of the Sinking King floated slowly from the altar, and pink-orange smoke rose from the two cup-shaped sacrificial vessels on the left and right. The smoke passed through a set of armor behind the altar, flew into the air, entangled behind the mask, and gradually transformed into
human form.
"Before Your Majesty, you should bow your head and kneel~!" The pink smoke turned into reality, and a seemingly ordinary body was holding a sword and wearing armor, with both feet on the ground. It was so domineering that the six people present felt a strong oppression.
Zach, Stuer, and Erin were further away, and were still hit by the air pressure that hit their faces. It was as if their bodies hit a thick wall in front of them, forcing them further away.
Stuart put his arms around Irene and wondered: "Shouldn't the domineering energy be emitted by the body? How can the domineering energy be released without the real body?"
When the air pressure hit Pan and Shakhan, they both exerted their domineering energy at the same time. Three huge pressures collided with each other, and a dense explosion sound like beans erupted at the boundary. The whole hall was divided into different parts due to their different intensities.
There are three areas. However, Pan and Shakhan had encountered a powerful battle before. At this time, their domineering power was much weaker, and most of the area was occupied by the Sunken King.
"Hmph, interesting, really interesting. A mask and a puff of smoke can release such intensity of domineering..." Pan Shuozhuang's body put into a decisive battle posture, and Zhou's air pressure continued to increase, seizing more space in the Sunken King area: "I
I really want to know what’s hidden behind this mask!”
The word "ghost" came out of his mouth, and he made a domineering move. Shaq pulled out his sword in an unusual situation and followed. The three of them connected with each other. Their domineering power was like a lion roaring, a dragon roaring, a tiger roaring, and an elephant roaring. Zach, Stull, and Erin's eyes and ears
My mouth and nose shook violently, my ears buzzed and tingled, my nostrils spurted blood, my eyeballs were about to burst, my chest and lungs were shaking, my heart felt like a heavy hammer, my throat felt hot and sweet, and the next moment my eyes could not see anything.
I can't hear anything anymore.
If it weren't for Venedin's quick eyesight and quick hands, the magic sword Requiem struck in front of the three of them, and the vibrating demonic sound released a lot of domineering pressure. The three people would have died on the spot due to being too close. Venedin
Ding himself felt uncomfortable under the impact. He jumped repeatedly in the air waves, and escaped from the hall with three people, one on the left and two on the right.
In the hall, the fight between the three parties was extremely thrilling. All three were domineering, and they were all aggressive and fierce characters. They sensed the strength of the other party in the conflict of domineering before they made a move, and they struck without leaving any room for hindrance. It was a decisive battle.
"King Khan's horns~!" The Sinking King's left shoulder with the long horn pushed up towards Pan's big hand, while at the same time the sword in his right hand blocked Shakhan's Purple Dragon Sword.
Shakhan was slightly startled and made a strong move with his sword: "King Khan's Iron Wheel Punishment!"
The Sinking King laughed hoarsely and used the same moves to attack him: "King Khan's Iron Wheel Punishment..."
The swords and knives are each fierce, and the domineering energy they sweep out can cut wind and water with incomparable fierceness. Pan, who was forced back by the horn blow, reacted with domineering energy behind his heels, and rushed back with his arms wide open and palms as big as iron pots.
He waved with a violent spirit: "King·Lion Seal...Eight Thousand Lions Strike~!"
There are eight moves in one move, one move condenses a thousand bundles of domineering energy, and one palm strikes a thousand blows. The palm wind fist is as powerful as the waves, and the shock is like the tide. The Sinking King holds his hands with one arm, and his armored body is immediately hit by a series of heavy blows, which is shocked a hundred steps away.
"Well, what's going on?" Pan felt a little strange. The force of the storm just hit the opponent, and it felt a little weak. He thought it was because he had consumed too much and his physical strength could not keep up with his moves, until he
I noticed that there were faint yellow magic spell lines on the back of my hand.
Shakhan looked at Pan, obviously he also noticed this. At this time, they discovered that the lines on the raised relief mural behind the altar were shining with a faint yellow light.
The Sinking King chuckled and straightened his back slowly: "This is a weak place. No matter what strength you have, it will be constantly weakened. Hahahaha..."
"That's it..." Pan rushed forward suddenly, and the domineering force between his fingers was dragged into white threads in the wind: "The wrath of the tyrant, the lion's heart~!" This violent palm slapped on the relief.
above.
However, only a muffled sound was heard, dust fell from the relief, and no damage was seen on the relief. As everyone knows, this relief is integrated with the hall, the sixth floor, and the entire temple. It will shake every brick and room here.
, there must be a special method.
Shakhan threw the sword: "Try this."
The Purple Dragon Sword broke through the air with its domineering force, but was intercepted by the Sunken King and knocked away with a single blow. Then the sword turned and stabbed straight into Pan's back.
Pyle Pan chuckled: "You only have this little strength. Even if you are cursed, I can still beat you to ashes!" Although he has empty hands and his body is weak, his skills in shooting are not as good as those of the Sunken King.
, adaptability experience, flexible moves, and even a slight advantage. In this moment of fighting, although Pan was injured and at a disadvantage, he did not allow the opponent to take greater advantage.
Shakhan caught the flying Purple Dragon Sword and chased the Sinking King. With the Purple Dragon on his back, he used his most powerful move: "Destroy thousands of armies, King Khan's expedition~!"
The Sinking King made an air strike with one move and forced Pair Pan back twice. He turned around and faced him with the same move: "King Khan's expedition, this is a move created by me. You will not be my opponent!"
The two of them drew their swords from behind as they approached in the air. The Sunken King drew his sword faster and struck harder. The point where the blade struck was the weakest link in this move. Shakhan's Purple Dragon Sword was immediately released from his hand, from his wrist to his arm.
A knife mark more than 60 centimeters long was made on the upper body, which was as deep as the bone.
After one blow, he turned around for another blow, and then turned around for another blow. At this time, the purple cage armor on Shakhan's body had been destroyed by the general of light, and he was only protected by a thin layer of soft iron wire armor.
Two huge gashes were opened, and blood spurted out. Fortunately, Venedin arrived in time, and Requiem blocked the subsequent blows.