Chapter 968

Tang Zheng's imperial sword took a step forward and blocked the king's sight. The king was stunned and said, "how dare you shout at me?"

Tang Zheng sneered, "King Song Jiang, do you really think you can hold me as you like?"

"Isn't it?" The king of Song Jiang asked, looking at Tang Zheng playfully.

"Then you'll have a try."

It seems that the Tibetan king also wants to know Tang Zheng's strength. He takes a deep look at Tang Zheng and doesn't interrupt.

Seeing that the king of Tibet didn't say a word, the king of Song Jiang's eyes were constantly changing and intriguing. He said that the relationship between the king of Tibet and the living man seemed strange.

Since the king of the land is not against it, is it not right for him.

"Since you don't know how to live or die, I'll make it up to you." The king of Song Jiang said in a murderous way that he attacked Tang Zheng in a flash.

"Well done."

Tang Zheng gave a low roar.

The sky shaking bow and the sun shooting arrow appear in the hand. The arrow flashes, and the sun shooting arrow flies to the king of Song River.

The king of Songjiang looked horrified.

Because, as soon as the power of the earth shaking bow and the sun shooting arrow is displayed, he can see the difference.

He immediately remembered a rumor he had heard. At that time, a human expert appeared in the hall of Yan Luo. He also used bows and arrows, and even left an arrow in the hand of Yan Luo, which he collected as a treasure.

But later the man fell into the river Styx and died.

Now there is another archer who can walk freely with the ghost world. Is there any connection between them?

He didn't have time to figure it out. The sun Archer was in front of him.

In the 18 layers of hell, as thick as the sea water, the Yin Qi is vast and mighty. It rushes towards the king of Song River like mountains and rivers, and immediately covers him.

As soon as the king of Song River extended his hand, Yan Wangyin came down from the sky and collided with the sun archer. The surging Yin Qi rushed directly to the pool below.

Boom!

Water vapor splashed black water all over the sky, as if an angry dragon was flying towards both sides, two lights were blooming on both of them, and the black water fell on the light, making a nourishing sound, which could not hurt two people.

The king of Tibetans sat in the middle of the pool. The waves were rough, but he could not hurt him at all. Moreover, his eyes watched the battle with interest.

The battle is very fierce, the waves are stormy and the Qi is strong. The eighteen layers of hell seem to have changed.

The great power of the earth shaking bow and the sun shooting arrow broke out, and the seal of the king of hell was also very important.

Tang Zheng can almost conclude that the seal of the king of hell must be a holy tool, which is even more powerful than the seal of the original Runner King, and comparable to the seal of the king of hell.

In addition, the cultivation of the king of Song Jiang was at least to transform the realm of God. Therefore, although Tang Zheng had the ability to shake the sky bow and shoot the sun arrow, he could not defeat him, and even his failure gradually showed.

However, the eyes of the king of Tibet are more and more bright, because Tang Zheng's combat effectiveness has far exceeded his expectation, and heaven did not deceive him, attracting such a strong human being.

Tang Zheng was not too surprised. After all, he had seen the power of Yan Luo and had a preliminary expectation.

He was about to summon the four elephants to deal with the king of Songjiang. Suddenly, a huge black wave rose, and he started to fight with them.

The appearance of the black wave was so sudden and inexplicable that Tang Zheng and Song Jiang Wang did not defend against it. Therefore, the black wave fell directly on their heads.

When Zizi ~

appeared, a series of sounds sounded like barbecue.

There was a burning tingling sensation in Tang Zheng's ouch. He looked down and found that the place where the black wave had drenched was turning into a piece of red fire and his skin was festering.

This scene really scared him, and he hurriedly used his kung fu to try to fight against these black waves. However, this black wave is very fierce. It is not afraid of Tang Zheng's real Qi. It seems that a single fire starts a prairie fire and spreads to Tang Zheng's skin in an instant.

On the other hand, Song Jiang Wang jumped up and didn't care about Tang Zheng at all. He quickly used his kung fu. There was a black light on him. Those black waves disappeared gradually, which was obviously better than Tang Zheng's.

"Here What's going on? " Tang Zheng looks at all this in a strange way.

Song Jiang Wang took a deep breath and said with a sneer, "ha ha, God helps me! Do you think these 18 layers of hell are so simple? This black wave is not only fatal to the members of the ghost world, but also can make them lose their nature. It is also absolutely lethal to you humans. Your skin will completely fester and finally become a ghost. I'll see how you can be horizontal then. "

If Tang Zheng becomes a ghost and has no body, his strength will surely fall from the sky to the ground. Where is the opponent of Song Jiang Wang then.

He didn't expect that the stinking black wave would have such lethality. His heart was shaking. He didn't think that King Song Jiang was deceiving him. It must be true.

Seeing his face become so ugly, King Song Jiang was even more complacent and jokingly said, "don't waste your energy, your real Qi can't resist the black wave, which is mixed with the most insidious Yin Qi in the ghost world. It's lethal."Tang Zheng gave a cold snort, and forced himself to resist the pain, saying, "I'm not scared. It's not so easy to want my life."

Seeing that Song Jiang Wang can easily resist the black waves, he doesn't believe that he has no way at all.

But he didn't know that the black wave was the most effective way to deal with people's real bodies, even stronger than the damage to ghosts.

All of a sudden, a voice sounded in Tang Zheng's ear, just like the sound of nature. His restlessness immediately ran out of the sky, and his pain suddenly stopped at this moment. As for his injury, it miraculously recovered.

Looking at this scene, not only Tang Zheng, but also Song Jiang Wang was stunned.

Because the king of Song River had never seen this kind of magic. The king of Tibet has been to Jiuyou hell for hundreds of years. Other people have never seen him, and naturally they don't know much about his condition. Today, at first sight, King Song Jiang found that the king of Tibet was more and more unfathomable.

He couldn't fathom how deep the Tibetan king's cultivation was.

"What's your magic?" Asked Song Jiang Wang.

The king of Tibetans raised his eyes, looked at him gently, and said, "how do you feel about a set of sutras that I have learned here for hundreds of years?"

How do you feel?

It's a shock, you know?

Song Jiang Wang's inner voice is shouting.

"The underground scriptures are very useful for the ghosts here. I believe it won't be long before I can make the hell empty. The hell of Jiuyou will no longer exist." Said the Tibetan king confidently.

Song Jiang Wang never saw the Tibetan king talk big. Since he said that, he must have full assurance. The Tibetan scriptures can speed up the Tibetan king's efforts to transform the ghost here. Then this set of scriptures is against the sky.

It can also be seen that Tang Zheng's injury can be cured by a few light verses written by the Tibetan king.

Tang Zheng was deeply shocked to think of what he felt from the Scriptures he had spoken before. He could not help admiring the king of Tibetans, who could understand the road, and thus realize this kind of Sutra from nothing, which was the real power.

Although many people are powerful, they can only inherit and carry forward others' skills and can realize a new set of skills by themselves, which is the strength.

Today's Tang Zheng is also hard to catch up with, but he has some hopes. If he has such achievements one day, it will not waste his life.

Today, many of his cultivation methods are very complicated. The ancient scroll and Dragon God formula are the foundation. Others, such as the nine turn Vajra formula, the heaven swallowing skill, the heaven flying immortal sword method, etc., are all learned from others. There is no self-made method.

Therefore, he still has a long way to go on the road of cultivation.

Of course, it's not that every cultivator or martial artist can have this chance and ability to create a first-class skill, but if they do, they are all famous and powerful.

"The king of Tibetans, it seems that I would like to congratulate you." Song Jiang Wang Yan can't help but say.

The face of the Tibetans remained the same and did not move like a mountain, which made the king of Song Jiang totally unable to guess his mind. Since the Tibetans made a move, would it be war or retreat?

If you go back, your plan will be in vain.

But if the war goes on and there is a Tibetan king, there is no chance that he will win.

Boom!

All of a sudden, a loud noise interrupted his thoughts, only to see the huge waves in the pool, the pool water gurgling and bubbling, and a grimace on the pool.

"What's the matter?" Cried Song Jiang Wang with a big surprise.

The face of the Tibetan king suddenly became dignified. Looking at his reaction, even Tang Zheng's heart sank. After all, the Tibetan king's face has been unchanged, not sad, not happy. This change must not be a good thing.

Sure enough, only listen to the deep voice of the Tibetan king: "you are ready to go, silent for so many years, finally coming out?"

Hearing this, Tang Zheng and Song Jiang Wang are confused. Song Jiang Wang asks curiously, "the king of Tibet, what's the matter?"

"What was planted in those days is the fruit of today. It has something to do with you." The king of Tibet took a deep look at the king of Songjiang and said meaningfully.

Song Jiang Wang's eyebrows are wrinkled into two "Sichuan" words, still did not understand the deep meaning of his words, angrily shouted: "don't mystify."

Instead of answering him, the king of Tibetans stared at the surface of the pool.

Boom

A loud sound came from the bottom of the pool, just like the war drum that was about to start. It made the heart beat faster and the blood seemed to boil.

A cloud of Yinqi rose from the pool, rising slowly. The air became more and more viscous, like glue.

The Tibetan king's face became serious, he opened his mouth, and a passage of scriptures came out of his mouth, and these scriptures turned into fist sized golden Sanskrit, flying to the surface of the pool.

As soon as the Sanskrit came out, the power of the Tibetan Scripture was obviously increased, several times higher than what they had seen before. Once the Sanskrit came near, the writhing faces would disappear and be measured.However, the dark water in the pool did not stop, and it still tumbled, as if something terrible was about to break out of the water.