For a moment, Balian's thoughts became chaotic like a wild horse running wild.
He was shocked and speechless as he looked at the not tall but comfortable and majestic figure under the dragon's eyes.
I don’t know why, but the dead heart under my chest feels like it’s coming to me, and it’s extremely surging!
At this moment, he seemed to see real... power that did not belong to this world.
The dark dragon raised its head from the eternal night in the void, and its invisible breath was like a mighty river.
There was thunder in the night sky, and the rain and dew fell, but at this moment, the sky in this world was not above the stars, but under the feet of that man.
The rain pours upward in reverse direction, and the force is as majestic as connecting the sky and the earth. The rain curtain hangs upside down like a curtain, like a waterfall running against the sky. Each raindrop that keeps emerging looks small, but in fact it is as big as a mountain river.
After gathering together, the vast power of heaven swept out, and the terrifying meaning was hard to explain. The stars everywhere were unstable, flickering and fragile.
The huge galaxy quickly brought up extremely cold temperatures, as if even the surrounding air was freezing.
The man standing in the ethereal void did not lower his eyebrows when facing the mighty thunder and rain. He raised his arm lightly and lightly patted the void with his palm. Under his palm, there was clearly nothing, but he struck.
The sound of war drums sounded, and the loud roar spread throughout the void world.
With one palm, the frozen sea of clouds instantly boiled like a karmic fire, and crimson clouds surged.
The clouds are torn and the starlight is chaotic.
Thousands of splendid crimson golden clouds and fires gathered together, and the man stamped his feet without changing his expression. Then, the sea of heavy clouds and fire rising from the stars flowed from top to bottom, and the fire poured down on the four seas, and the rain curtain fell in the sky.
Meet.
An extremely magnificent battle should have been thrilling, and the appearance of Minglong swimming in the clouds and soaking in the rain was also particularly magnificent, but the man's expression was calm and even a little leisurely.
He perfectly explained to Balian what true, crushing absolute power is.
The roar of the dragon shook the sky, seeming extremely angry. A pair of black dragon horns penetrated the clouds and split the rain. They even directly punched a huge hole in the void and slammed into the man.
The hem of his clothes, which was not disturbed by the clouds and mist, rustled. The man put one hand on his back and raised the other hand leisurely, with his palm facing out.
Facing the gigantic Dark Dragon, he was like a fisherman teasing earthworms after the muddy spring rain. The breeze held his sleeves while he held the dragon's horn.
Minglong roared angrily and tried to open his mouth, but the man stood as steady as a mountain and did not move an inch. Minglong could not pry open the upper jaw, so he had to open his jaw with difficulty.
The dragon's lungs made the roaring sound of a volcanic eruption, and blazing lava flames burst out.
The man did not dodge or dodge, letting the dragon's flames wash over his body. The ground behind him was not even allowed to be crossed.
The aura of the dark dragon lasted for a long time, and the dragon flame gradually extinguished. The man's clothes were not burned or changed at all, and his brows were blown by the wind, making him look a little cold and indifferent.
The huge empty pupils of the Minglong trembled. After the fire was extinguished and the wind cleared, it could see clearly that the hand holding its dragon horn was not really touching it at all.
Just by holding it together, there was already a severe pain that was almost breaking from the dragon's horn!
I really don’t know what kind of terrifying lethality it will bring if this fist is clenched firmly.
The man exhaled gently and slowly said four words: "No disaster will be eliminated."
After the four notes settled, the man standing with his hands behind his back took a step forward. It was only one step, but he took a domineering step on the road alone.
The dragon's body, which stretched thousands of miles like a mountain, was lifted up with one hand, swinging a perfect arc in the vast void like a long whip. The huge body pressed out a rumbling sound of thunder in the space.
The man raised the sky with one hand and said in a deep voice: "The mountain rises!"
In the endless void where clouds flow for thousands of miles, mountains and dancing silver snakes are uprooted out of thin air, forming a continuous chain of mountains.
The majestic mountains and hundreds of mountains are not illusory phenomena, but real mountains and seas. They move mountains in the universe and come according to destiny.
The overthrown Dark Dragon smashed heavily into the mountains, shattering the mountains and cracking rocks, and the scales collapsed like a sweeping force.
The dragon's blood was sprinkled in the starlight, and the dark dragon roared and twisted wildly.
Such a huge and terrifying dragon clan, an extraordinary existence, in the hands of this seemingly ordinary man, is like a plaything, tossed and played with.
The dark dragon's horns unleashed a violent stream of lightning, finally tearing open a tiny opening in one of the man's sleeves.
The man's brows were slightly raised, but there was no change in the expression on his face. He let go of the Dark Dragon's horns and without saying a word, he raised his arms and punched. His posture was free and easy, and he had an unparalleled domineering attitude.
Boom!
A punch fell, and the dragon horn that released the lightning and thunder of the heavens was broken by the punch.
Minglong was furious and was about to rise. He punched the head again. Minglong's head was deeply dented. In the gap between his skull and under the huge dragon body, there was a weightless and insubstantial dragon.
The soul was directly blasted out of the body.
The look of the eyes of the Nether Dragon's body suddenly dimmed, and the wild whiskers were unable to hang down. Only the dragon soul that was blasted out of the body was groaning in anger, and the endless energy around the body was inextricably linked.
Hooking on his own body, he struggled and squeezed into his own body with all his strength.
The man seemed not to notice, ignored him, and just concentrated on punching.
One punch followed another.
The angry roar of the dark dragon gradually turned into fear and resentment. As the continuous fists fell, the dragon soul that was blasted out of the body sank deeply toward the sky and the earth.
Until the body and soul were completely separated from each other, the man spoke again and said quietly: "He Luo!"
The undulations of the building are like huge icebergs, floating clouds and rain, pouring down wildly, scattering and falling in all directions, forming a vast river.
It was clearly a weightless dragon soul that fell into the river, but the falling river looked like the legendary weak water. Without Hong Yu, no matter how much the dragon soul turned over the rain and clouds, it would be difficult to stir up even a splash of water. It could only create a splash of water.
The river swallowed deeply.
The man's eyes slanted down, he raised his hand and clasped it empty, and said: "Shi Han!"
The river water froze into ice, and the dragon soul was trapped in it.
The soulless dragon's body was lifted up by the man and he tapped lightly on the other dragon's horn, and the body of the dark dragon lit up with the starlight.
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The world returned to eternal silence and tranquility. Between the man's big sleeves swinging lightly, the stars flowed into a bridge. He sat on the bridge, folded his arms lightly, and the glacier turned into beads, lying in his palm and spinning around.
Balian stood there frozen, as if he had been stunned, unable to recover for a long time.
Minglong is a dominant-level existence in the demon world, and he is afraid that he may have the power to fight against the big snake in the Bronze Gate World.
The mount of the emperor, the carrier of the underworld, even the old devil can only suppress but not kill.
And this man, from beginning to end, had a mediocre aura around him, and there was no trace of any Taoist or magical power. However, he was as relaxed as picking flowers and fruits, and he collected such a dangerous thing in the six realms in the palm of his hand!
He! Who is he?!
Balian raised his head with difficulty, and his eyes fell on the star bridge. There was a bright moon in the sky, and that man actually gave people a feeling that he could not look directly at him.
In front of him, everything in the six realms seemed as insignificant as dust.
The raised head was as heavy as a stone, as if raising your head and looking directly in front of him was an impermissible and disrespectful act.
It is said that people who have died once will have an extremely hard life. Balian not only has a hard life, but also has an extremely hard temper.
He gritted his teeth, frowned, and creaked his neck bones. He looked directly at the unattainable man with a heavy gaze and said, "Who are you?"
The man did not deliberately create a condescending aura or cold gaze, but he still gave people a very strong sense of distance. His eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts moved calmly and said calmly: "I gave you the answer."
Balian was stunned, recalling the name this man had told him.
Ni Di...
your dad……
This is really a bad taste.
Balian's gaze suddenly became extremely strange. In terms of appearance alone, he could not associate this ordinary-looking man with the royal general who was as famous as a god.
Father……
This extremely strange and distant word rolled up in Bailian's empty heart, like the wind rising from the ground, rolling close to the face, and finally falling silently, leaving no trace of shock.
The man in front of him is more accurately said to be his founder than his father.
Balian was silent for a long time, his fingertips were cold from the wind. He looked at the man, his throat rolled for a long time, but he could not say the word father.
Everything came too suddenly and too strangely. In the end, it was just a polite and respectful four-character title: "General."
The man narrowed his eyes slightly, his robes and long hair began to dance in the wind, and his eye color and hair color quietly changed greatly.
Scarlet blood pupils, silver hair like snow and stars, that seemingly ordinary middle-aged face became extraordinarily handsome, like an incomparably perfect god.
And his age seems to have become more vicissitudes of life.
The starry sea in the sky far away is majestic and dazzling.
His silver eyebrows frowned slightly because of Balian's slightly rude address, and he opened his lips lightly and indifferently: "Kneel down."
The words are light, but the power is as deep as a mountain.
Bailian's whole body sank, and the earth, mountains and rivers immediately appeared under his feet, and an unparalleled heavy force poured on his shoulders.
The sound of kneeling down was unquestionable, let alone disobedient. It forced him to bend his knees. If he didn't kneel down firmly, it would be as if he was disobeying destiny. The laws around him were pressing down, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Balian groaned, and a line of bright red blood overflowed from the corner of his lips. He bent his legs and took a fierce step forward. The ground trembled under his feet. He struggled to steady his body, his bones were stubborn, and his posture was like an unyielding one.
Xiuzhu stood up straight again.
He raised his head again and looked at the generals from a distance. Under that terrifying pressure, he never knelt down.
The general's brows relaxed a little. This time, when he looked at Balian, there was a trace of unnoticeable satisfaction in his eyes: "You are the second person in the past hundreds of thousands of years who has disrespected destiny.
Kneeling Descendants.”
Balian wiped away the blood on his lips and said, "Then the person in front of me should be Sister Si Li."
Regarding Si Li, the general praised without hesitation: "She is indeed excellent."