Chapter 3184 Breaking the Shackles, the Reality Is Complete

In the South Garden of Dazhou City, Xiao Yuanyan was sitting on a stone bench in the small courtyard, with a look of surprise on his face. He looked at the city gate, and his clear voice echoed in the small courtyard.

"Hey, he is indeed a holy dragon. He actually killed a strong man from Taichu Realm with Qi Nourishing Realm. The aura of the protagonist is really powerful!"

Although Xiao Yuanyan also killed a strong man in the Taichu Realm, he was still in the Tianguan Realm after all, and his Qi could reach 970 feet. His cultivation was comparable to that of the late Tianguan Realm. In addition, he cultivated the Kunpeng Xiaoyao Qi. The quality was extremely high, and he also used a secret explosive technique to be able to kill Lin Nian with one sword, unlike Zhou Yuan.

Da Qi's side lost two Taichu Realm experts, and the situation reversed, beginning to favor Da Zhou.

Zhou Yuan began to recruit others and killed two Taichu Realm warriors in succession, leaving Da Qi with only four Taichu Realm experts.

"Qi Yuan, your situation is over and you will definitely die today!"

Zhou Qing was flying in the air, looking down at the four Qi Yuans on the ground, with murderous intent on his face, and said coldly.

"Zhou Qing, don't be too proud. It's too early to say who will win and who will lose!"

Qi Yuan grabbed his hand, and suddenly a golden light emerged from his hand. As the golden light surged, an extremely astonishing coercion emanated from it.

That pressure was majestic and vast, like the power of a king. When everyone looked at it, they saw a scroll faintly hidden in the golden light. This was the imperial edict of King Wu, which represented the identity of King Wu. What's even more powerful is that this thing is also a kind of scroll. The Origin Treasure is endowed with the will of King Wu and the luck blessing of the Great Wu Dynasty. It can summon a projection of King Wu, which contains powerful power.

Zhou Qing looked at the golden edict, his face was extremely gloomy, and his eyes flashed with cold light. Qi Yuan actually dared to take King Wu's edict to show off his power outside the Great Zhou City. It was just adding salt to his wounds. Too bad he wouldn't let him go. In the eyes.

"Zhou Qing, you forced me to do this. Originally I was reluctant to use this treasure, but now that I'm in a desperate situation, I have to do it!"

King Wu's imperial edict can only be used once. Qi Yuan regards it as his last trump card and has been reluctant to use it. Now Da Qi has fallen into a disadvantage. If he hides it anymore, he will have no future.

"Back then, you had one of your arms cut off by King Wu, which left a shadow in your heart, which caused your realm to regress and make it difficult for you to advance in strength. Now I will summon the projection of King Wu to kill you completely!"

A wild smile appeared on Qi Yuan's face, his eyes showed sarcasm, and he laughed at Zhou Qing, his former master, with his voice full of pride and joy.

"Compared with King Wu, you are so inferior. Only King Wu is the real king!"

As the saying goes, hit someone without slapping someone in the face, and scold someone without exposing someone's shortcomings. Qi Yuan didn't notice at all. As he said these words, the aura around Zhou Qing began to slowly rise, as if a shackle was broken, and an extremely dangerous aura emitted. It came out and merged into the world, making the air stagnant.

Qi Yuan threw out the Imperial Edict of King Wu in his hand. The golden scroll lay horizontally in the air and slowly unfolded. The golden light was bright and dazzling. A figure appeared faintly, sitting on the dragon chair. His face could not be seen clearly. Only two eyes shot out. , extremely majestic, giving people a strong sense of oppression, like a real dragon descending, making people awe.

What's even more frightening is that this golden figure exudes powerful source energy fluctuations, which is comparable to the strong men in the fifth heaven of Taichu Realm. This level of cultivation is enough to crush Qi Yuan and others.

"Wuxuan!"

A voice full of hatred came out from between Zhou Qing's teeth. His face was ferocious and twisted, and his eyes were full of hatred. Back then, he had great trust in Wu Xuan, but he didn't expect that he was ambitious and rebelled, causing the Zhou Dynasty to collapse. , almost perished, and even deprived his son of the Holy Dragon destiny, causing Zhou Yuan to suffer a lot.

Zhou Qing's body trembled slightly, and a powerful breath awakened in his body. He gritted his teeth, and the smell of blood filled his mouth. He stared at the figure, the shadow in his heart gradually dissipated, and the king's demeanor was revealed again.

The golden edict trembled, and Wu Xuan's projection gradually stood up from the dragon chair. Astonishing source energy fluctuations erupted from his body, shaking the sky. The strength of the fifth level of Taichu Realm was undoubtedly demonstrated, which was enough to reverse the current situation. The master who crushed the third and second heavens of Taichu Realm.

"Let's all take action together. Although the power of this projection is powerful, it is not long-lasting. We should be able to resist it together!"

Zhou Yuan understood that fighting alone, none of them could be the opponent of King Wu's projection. Only by swarming forward and consuming the power of King Wu's edict could they have a chance to win.

Everyone nodded, their body energy surged, their bodies moved slightly, and they were about to attack King Wu's projection together, but Zhou Qing stopped everyone, shook his head slightly, and said in a deep voice.

"I will deal with him alone, don't interfere!"

Zhou Qing tightly held the Nine Flame Spear in his hand. The red body of the gun was like the blood in his heart, extremely gorgeous. His eyes were gradually filled with bloodshot eyes as he stared at the golden figure with determination and determination that could not be doubted.

"When I lost that year, he left a shadow in my heart, which caused my strength to drop drastically and I was unable to make any progress. I have to get over this hurdle by myself, otherwise I will stop here forever."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Qing didn't hesitate at all. The Nine Flame Spear in his hand shook violently, moved up slowly, pointed at the projection of King Wu from a distance, and said sternly.

"Wu Xuan, come on!"

Seeing this, Qi Yuan showed ridicule on his face and said disdainfully.

"Zhou Qing, you really overestimate your capabilities. If you are still at your peak, this King of Martial Arts projection will really not be able to do anything to you!"

"It's a pity that you are just like me now, only in the third level of the Taichu Realm. You dare to challenge the projection of King Wu. You are really courting death!"

Zhou Qing turned a deaf ear to Qi Yuan's words. At this moment, he only had eyes for Wu Xuan's projection, and could not tolerate anything else. The Nine Flame Spear in his hand shook, and the red source energy was like a hundred-foot-long silk thread, sweeping out and pointing directly at the projection of King Wu. The source energy was so hot and violent that it seemed that even the air was burning.

The source energy in the projection of King Wu exploded, and the momentum was fierce. Facing Zhou Qing's full-strength attack, he did not dodge or evade. He raised his right hand, clenched his five fingers into a fist, and punched out with a rolling wave of air.

The violent red source energy was smashed by the projection of King Wu with a punch. The projection took a step forward, his body was like lightning, and the fist shadow whistled directly, covering Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing's strength is still at the third level of the Taichu Realm, but facing the powerful Wu Wang projection, he is still unwilling to retreat. He has retreated for so many years, and there is no way to retreat. He dances with the Nine Flame Spear in his hand, and fights head-on and madly.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Boom boom boom!"

After ten rounds, a trace of blood seeps from the corner of Zhou Qing's mouth. He did not gain any advantage in the head-on confrontation just now, and was suppressed by the Wu Wang projection. However, no matter how many times he was beaten back, he would rush up again, forging ahead, fearless, and forgetting life and death.

Zhou Qing seemed to have lost his mind, and his state was crazy. He was entangled with the Wu Wang projection. From time to time, blood fell to the ground, but his momentum became more and more fierce.

Zhou Qing was constantly beaten back, holding the gun with one arm, without a trace of trembling, with a firm will and a resolute look. Regardless of the injuries on his body, he launched another attack without hesitation, with blood in his eyes, and a dazzling light hidden in them.

"Come again!"

What Zhou Qing faced was not the projection of King Wu, but the shadow branded in his heart. It was King Wu Xuan from more than a decade ago, the rebellious minister who cut off one of his arms and the biggest enemy of his life.

The blood in Zhou Qing's hand flowed down the gun. His face was a little pale, and he had lost too much blood, but his spirit was extremely excited. The light in his eyes was dazzling, and the branded shadow in his heart began to become dim and illusory.

The projection of King Wu paused, and then clenched his palm, and the powerful source energy gathered, condensing a golden light wheel of about tens of feet behind him. In the light wheel, golden light shot out and floated in front of him. It was a golden sword shadow transformed by the source energy. Others just took a look and felt their hair stand on end and their skin stung slightly. This kind of sharpness was simply terrible.

"Swish! Swish!"

In an instant, thousands of golden sword shadows shot out, covering all of Zhou Qing's retreat routes. This kind of offensive was terrifying and unparalleled.

Zhou Qing's eyes were filled with golden sword shadows, and he let out a roar. The Nine Flame Spear turned and turned into a fiery red light wheel, with flames and thunder wrapped around it, and the divine power was vast.

"Ding Ding Ding! Clang Clang Clang!"

The sword shadow whistled and shot over, and collided violently with the flame and thunder light wheel, erupting with amazing source energy fluctuations, stirring up the sea of ​​clouds in the sky, and the air waves rolled and spread, making countless soldiers unstable and rolling into a ball.

Zhou Qing waved the red spear, and the red light wheel tried his best to resist the sword shadows, but it was still not enough. Many sword shadows penetrated the light wheel and pierced Zhou Qing's body, and blood flowed, staining his clothes red.

After a dozen breaths, the golden sword shadows in the sky finally dissipated, revealing Zhou Qing who was shrouded in it. He lowered his hands slightly, holding the Nine Flame Spear tightly in his hand, and golden sword shadows were inserted all over his body. Blood flowed along the sword shadows, which was extremely miserable.

Zhou Qing was severely injured, but he still stood straight, holding the spear tightly, and was unyielding, shocking everyone.

More than a decade ago, Zhou Qing stood on the city wall like this, trying his best to resist the attack of King Wu, but in the end he failed, one arm was cut off, and he failed to protect his son from being swallowed and taking away the luck of the Holy Dragon.

"He should die this time, right?"

Qi Yuan stared at Zhou Qing, who was in extreme misery, with gloomy eyes. He could feel that the source energy around him was gradually weakening, and blood was slowly dripping along the spear.

At this moment, Zhou Qing's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, his body shook, and the golden sword shadow inserted in his body shattered. There was a bright light in his eyes, and the shadow in his heart completely dissipated. He felt a sense of relief all over his body, and his body and mind were clear and transparent, just like a mirror covered with dust, wiping away all the dust.

Zhou Qing broke the shadow in his heart, his eyes were extremely bright, the bloody wounds on his body began to heal gradually, and a powerful force was brewing from the deepest part of his body, ready to burst out. He stared at the golden projection of King Wu and spoke slowly.

"You won the battle that year, and I always thought I lost to you!"

"But now I suddenly understand a truth. In fact, I didn't lose to you, because I saved my son!"

When Zhou Qing said this, he turned his head and glanced at Zhou Yuan. His face showed a look of relief and pride. The bright light in his eyes became more and more dazzling. He continued

"You seized the territory of the Great Zhou and the luck of the Holy Dragon, but these external objects are not as good as a hair of my son."

"One day, he will take back everything you took away with his own hands. The battle between Zhou and Wu has not ended, but has just begun!"

As soon as the voice fell, a stream of red source energy burst out of Zhou Qing's body, majestic and terrifying, like a volcanic eruption, magma gushing, his eyes were as dazzling as the sun, and his momentum rose steadily, the fourth level of the Taichu realm! The fifth level of Taichu Realm!

In just a few breaths, Zhou Qing's strength soared from the third level of the Taichu Realm to the fifth level, causing Qi Yuan and others to change their faces drastically, horrified, and a bad premonition in their hearts.

"The king has broken the shadow in his heart, and his strength has slowly recovered!"

General Wei Canglan's body trembled constantly, his eyes flushed, and he said excitedly.

At this time, Zhou Qing seemed to have shed the forbearance and concession of these years, and his aura became majestic and sharp, and he once again restored his former kingly demeanor, suppressing the four seas and making all the ministers in awe.

Zhou Qing held the red spear in his hand, and the powerful source energy in his body erupted like a volcano. His figure flickered, like a red meteor, crossing the sky, so fast that people could not react.

Nine fire pythons were entangled on the red spear, and the tip of the spear was jumping with thunder. With a sizzle, Zhou Qing's figure appeared behind the projection of the King of Martial Arts, and a red rainbow passed through the projection's chest.

Zhou Qing slowly turned around, staring at the projection of King Wu with an extremely calm gaze. The golden figure began to tremble violently, cracks appeared one after another, and finally broke into pieces, turning into light dust all over the sky and dissipating.

"Bang!"

The King Wu's edict also exploded at this time. Qi Yuan and others looked pale, looking up at Zhou Qing in the void in horror, trembling all over, and fear in their hearts.

"How is this possible? He actually broke the shadow of failure. It's over! It's all over!"

Qi Yuan looked at Zhou Qing with despair, staring at him blankly, muttering.

"Retreat!"

"Retreat quickly!"

Qi Yuan shouted loudly, and the morale of the entire Da Qi side collapsed. He took the lead in fleeing, his figure bursting out, like a rainbow of light, running wildly in the opposite direction of Da Zhou City.

The other three Taichu Realm masters also changed their expressions drastically, fled in a panic, and fled like sharp arrows.

"Chase them, don't let them run away, not even one of them can run away!"

Zhou Yuan was the first to react, with a fierce look on his young face. He said to Yaoyao, Wei Canglan, Black Poison King, and Tuntun, and took the lead to chase in the direction where Qi Yuan fled.

In this battle, all seven Taichu Realm masters of Daqi died. King Zhou Qing broke the shadow in his heart and stepped into the fifth level of Taichu Realm again. He quelled the internal rebellion and began to recuperate, prepare for the future Zhou Wu battle.

In the small courtyard of the South Garden of Dazhou City, the gate was closed, the walls were mottled, and the breath of time was revealed. It was quiet and peaceful. Xiao Yuanyan sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. A red-gold source of energy surged from the sky and turned into a Kunpeng, spreading its wings and whistling. The void shook, emitting an extremely powerful breath, faintly exceeding the limit of the Tianguan Realm.

The red-gold Kunpeng on Xiao Yuanyan's head dissipated, and the source energy sank into his sky. He slowly opened his eyes, and a chaotic world emerged in his eyes. There was an extremely huge millstone in it, and the end could not be seen at a glance. It swallowed and exhaled endless chaotic energy and slowly turned. There were golden scale lines on this huge millstone. The upper and lower layers slowly turned, and the golden vertical lines overlapped. After a circle, a soul that seemed to be real flew out of it. The appearance was the same as Xiao Yuanyan, and the skin was white, like condensed fat, and faintly emitting a bright light.

"After millions of hardships, the soul has become perfect in the real world!"

The real soul is the second realm of the way of source pattern. The illusory soul will condense in this realm, as if it is real, and the power of the soul will soar at an astonishing speed. The real soul can condense the soul needle to attack, and the perception is extremely sharp, far exceeding the source master. It can depict the fourth-grade source pattern and rival the strong men in the Taichu realm. It is enough to become a king of a different surname in the secular dynasty and stand at the top of the vast continent.

Xiao Yuanyan's eyes were clear and bright, the world-destroying grind had dissipated, and there was nothing surprising about his ordinary appearance. He was simple and natural, and he could not be found in the crowd. However, this ordinary boy was invincible in Dazhou City. Even Zhou Qing, who had recovered to the fifth level of the Taichu Realm, could hardly defeat him.

"In the late stage of the Tianguan Realm, there is only one line to enter the Taichu Realm. The practice is going smoothly!"

Xiao Yuanyan stood up with a satisfied smile on his face. The Taichu Realm is a crucial realm, divided into nine levels. In this realm, every time the source master crosses a level, he can condense more source stars in the Qi Palace, which is an important foundation for impacting the Shenfu Realm.

Even in the ninth level of the Taichu Realm, many ambitious strong men will deliberately stay for a while to accumulate a deeper foundation and lay the foundation for future promotion to the Shenfu Realm. Therefore, the strength of the masters of the ninth level of the Taichu Realm varies greatly.

"The Great Zhou is too small. It's hard to raise a real dragon in shallow water. It's time for me to leave. There is a holy place in the vast continent. Now the young generation of geniuses in the vast continent are practicing hard to enter it and want to seize the great fortune in it. I will also join in the fun!"

In this world, there are saints who have fallen and their holy blood has been spilled. It can be transformed into a holy place. There are all kinds of wonders and opportunities everywhere, which attract countless geniuses to compete for it. As long as you can obtain the holy blood, you can be called a son of the saint and build a holy foundation. It can be said to be a great fortune and opportunity. In the future, it is possible to condense a holy fetus, open up a domain of law, and even glimpse the mystery of the saint.

The saint realm is the ninth realm of the source master. A drop of blood from the saint can turn into the vast ocean. The saint realm is the highest realm between heaven and earth. The strongest who step into the saint realm can give birth to the saint's fire, which is revered as the holy fire by the world. When the holy fire falls, the heaven and earth can be burned, and all things in the world will be turned into nothingness under its flames. For ordinary source masters, the saint is like a god.

The symbol of a saint is the holy fire golden lotus. Saints are divided into three realms, with one lotus in each realm. The three flowers form a shape, which is the pinnacle of sainthood.

Of course, the path of cultivation is endless. There should be a higher realm above the saint. That is not a secret that ordinary source masters can know. Only the strongest in the saint realm can understand it.

In the Dawu Dynasty, the palace is magnificent and majestic. On an attic, the bead curtain sways in the wind. A girl sits at the table, holding a white piece in her white hand, and drops it on the white jade chessboard, making a crisp sound.

"The holy land is about to open. When are you going to leave?"

Opposite the girl sat a young man in a bright yellow robe. It was the Dawu prince Wu Huang. He had a handsome face, a red spot on his eyebrows, and a majestic aura. He couldn't drop the black piece in his hand, frowning and thinking.

I've been too tired recently, and my heart is not feeling well. I can only update one chapter a day