"This friendship is not the mountains and seas, it is better than the mountains and seas. The mountains and seas will eventually end, and this love is endless!"

The sea of ​​bones, what he has done for him, is moving: "Why do they do this for?"

"free!"

These two words seem to be of sufficient weight, but why do you believe that he can fight for freedom for them and escape from this endless cycle of disasters, the vast beings and the endless geniuses, is he the only one who deserves?

"I!"

A stream of guilt sucked him in the sea of ​​bones. Every inch of the bone was like being in a furnace of fire. His fists gradually tightened, as if he was holding his faith to convince himself.

"I can definitely lead them to freedom and obtain eternal liberation!"

His eyes gradually became as firm as a divine sword, releasing the will to shake the world, which was the glory of the gods who were not worldly.

"Can I really do it?"

Another voice roared in his heart. The Emperor City was once the City of Freedom, but after thousands of years of rule by the Ye family, it has long been different from the past. The Lord of the Emperor City, Ye Tiandao, is even the Martial Emperor of Ye! The Way of Emperor Wu is more terrifying than imagined. If Ye Yongzhao's Way of Eternal Night is a small way, his Way of Emperor Wu is the top-level way. Releasing Eternal Night is a real world.

All martial arts in one world must be obeyed by the commands of the night. If there is any disobedience, they will be punished. Thousands of laws and laws will become the way of eternal night: "The so-called laws will be dominated by eternal night and will eventually surrender to eternal night!"

Just like the rules of the sword of Emperor Cang Jian, it transforms hundreds of millions of yuan of energy into the sword, and becomes the sword's vitality. Those who follow the sword's vitality will be born, and those who reverse the sword's vitality will die. If the sword's vitality is cultivated, they will become the Sword Emperor's slave! “Are you afraid?”

The Lord of the Bone looked at him and seemed to be smiling: "It is right to be afraid. A person faces an enemy that is twice as powerful as himself, ten times, or a hundred times, and has reasons to be afraid. Even if the gods are reincarnated, they still have the idea of ​​fear."

"But powerful people will overcome it."

The wine pot is still the wine pot of the past. The moment it is raised, there is also a sword energy that is radiant and unpretentious, vaguely like the god of war that has come from ancient times.

Every move released the power of destroying the world. Every word and word, the law was as strong as the power of heaven: "For example, now."

"The Emperor's City is coming to the Dragon Emperor."

His eyes suddenly looked over, splitting the confinement of space, and looking at the phantom in the Dragon Abyss.

"You are the living emperor, the first person in the martial arts of immortals. I have died forever, my Dharma body does not exist, my Dharma intention is not complete, and I live in the world with just one breath. However, I dare to fight and enter my mountains and seas and compete."

Word by word, they all turn into golden phoenix and iron horses, every word is like a knife, engraved in the world, falling into people's eyes, like the explosion of the universe and the stars, with a sense of impact: "This is the Battle Book of the Lord of White Bones!"

"He wants to show off against the Dragon Emperor!"

Even though he has been invincible for eternity, he is still an invincible god. He died in this mountain and sea that year, not the crime of war, but was plotted. If it were not for this, no one in the dynasty of Night could have killed him.

Even if he fell, he took away many people from the Night Dynasty. He and the creatures of their Free City were buried under the mountains and seas, and suffered all the punishments of the Emperor. What's even worse was that he became the nourishment they devoured under the revenge of the Free City.

The spirit of freedom can still struggle under punishment, long for light, and wait for liberation with its only remaining will! The Lord of freedom leads the spirit of freedom, and has never been tamed by the Imperial City for tens of millions of years. Even the Imperial City needs to use the power of the entire human world to deal with them, and it is still very majestic today.

"Are you still alive?"

Ye family, in fear, Ye Yongzhao, felt that they controlled the imperial flag, and seemed to be calm under the cover of the emperor's light, but that pale face was obviously whiter.

His fingers were hidden under his sleeves and trembled slightly in control: "How is this possible? The Lord of Free City has long since fallen. There is no real controller in the Sea of ​​Bones!"

"Lord of Freedom!"

Everyone was shocked.

This name is trembling with the past and present, hidden in the endless time, and forever, and even the identity of this person, they also have some speculations, but they did not really emerge from the surface at this moment: "It's really him!"

According to legend, a man, with a sword, quenched the Night Dynasty for half a day, was poisoned, and still had the ruthless man to defeat them and could only occupy the imperial city. "Everyone, our Ye family has been guarding the imperial city for many years for the sake of the human world, and has worked hard and made great contributions."

It seemed as if I felt that this was wrong, Ye Yongzhao suddenly changed the subject.

However, people did not pay much attention to it, but their expression suddenly became solemn and looked at the young man in the mountains and seas like stars: "He has really entered the sea of ​​bones. What luck has he obtained now? It seems that every inch of martial arts bones hides the power of destruction!"

"His power is even stronger!"

They are all outstanding people. Not to mention how powerful they are, they have the same look that looks at people to the core, and they can feel the pressure conveyed by the young people in the mountains and seas.

During the breathing, endless dragon power rushes, the spiritual platform shines brightly, the Emperor Wu’s soul holds the sun and moon pearls in his hand, and is at the source of power. He can jump out at any time and cut out the great power of swallowing the sky and the earth! “High-level Wushu Sect!”

This is their most intuitive feeling. At this moment, the young man had a high-level Wushu Sect, but before entering the Sea of ​​Bones, the young man's strength was only mid-level Wushu Sect! In less than an hour, his strength actually broke through so quickly and earth-shaking! "The Sea of ​​Bones created him and buried the entire sea for him. The origin of this sea has disappeared. The last barrier to protect the spirit of the bones is used to fulfill this young man!"

They suddenly guessed the whole story and were moved, including Weishusheng, and their hearts were fluctuating like a drum: "The sea of ​​bones, such crazy perseverance, don't you know that doing so means they have no more time!"

"You, with true death in exchange for the rise of a man, actually believe that he can lead your will to revenge?"

The Abyss of Dragons seemed to have completely descended to the Emperor City, and walked out of the Dragon Emperor Long Yongtu with a flying golden robe.

His joking eyes fell ruthlessly into the mountains and seas, sweeping over the dead souls who were kidnapped in hell, but there was no slight compassion, only irony, and seemed to be a cheap life. He had to endure such a disaster in his lifetime, and the same was true after death.

His eyes were only the Lord of Freedom in the mountains and seas, and he even ignored the young man around him. It seemed that for him, even if this young man was a peerless genius, he had established himself in the high-level Wuzong at the age of fifteen and killed his two beloved sons, Long Jiuxiao and Long Bajun, he was still vulnerable to the dust.

The Dragon Emperor has such qualifications and pride. He is the Dragon Emperor. He is the Dragon Emperor. He is the one who does not live in the world. Those who follow others live and those who go against others die. His dragon eyes are only the Lord of Freedom.

"If I enter this mountain and sea, can you really block it? Who is worthy of being my enemy except you?"

He smiled coldly and walked towards the mountains and seas step by step. What is terrible is that he was in the void, but he turned into a place of mountains and seas. When he fell, the mountains and seas were broken, and he had broken with the spirit of bones... This kind of breaking is truly a damaging force and implicating the spirit of bones! This is the revenge of the Dragon Emperor. With this force, he directly counterattacked and told the sea of ​​bones: "You can't stop me!"

"The Lord of Freedom, isn't he going to declare war? Then come, but what's the point of fear in a war?"

When people saw the will of the Dragon Emperor, they trembled deeply. They deserved to be the peerless Dragon Emperor. Facing the immortal spirits that have never been afraid at all, they showed the majesty of the Emperor's Divine Dragon.

The sea of ​​bones, a forbidden place in the eyes of the world, and a place where those who enter will die, but to him, he is like walking on a flat ground, and regards the Lord of Freedom as nothing.

"If you want to fight, fight, I will fight in the sea of ​​bones, as you wish."

His body completely emerged in front of the young man with the roar of anger, but from the human body, he turned into a world-absorbed dragon, with five claws like a mountain, and a dragon head like a star in the sky, devouring the heaven and earth, leaving the sun and the moon without glory.

The huge dragon body shook the void out of millions of shackles, lifting up countless red stones, flying like rain, bombarding the void, shattering into a mirror that reflects the surprised faces of the world.

"Divine Dragon Dharma Body!"

This is one of the most powerful dragon emperors in the Dragon Realm. He ruled the overlord of the ancient dragon martial arts world. His true body is the five-clawed dragon, carrying one of the nine martial etiquettes of the Dragon Empire.

I once thought of the charm of the divine dragon, and rode the feathers of the divine dragon, soared ninety thousand miles, climbed to the sky, and was as good as an immortal.

Tonight, when you really see the posture of the dragon, you can only be awe, even fear, or even pilgrimage! Those proud and crazy words express their feelings directly, but they have become somewhat lack of confidence. Such a dragon is sacred and majestic, and cannot be as powerful as thousands of mountains gather and the power of thousands of stars. So what can they easily tame the gods and heavens?
Chapter completed!