Chapter 772

The momentum of King Zhan was even more terrible. At his peak, the LORD God had not appeared. His life is magnificent. Guarding the middle land, cultivating various forces, supporting the twelve zodiac animals, casting the four elephants array. In his later years, he also met his young concubine Zhan and wanted to live another life with her real dragon tripod. But I don't know why I didn't succeed.

At that time, it was also the cruelest 90000 years of the end of the law. Zhan Fei survived from the 90000 years of the end of the law. If it wasn't for the end of the law's 90000 years that it had cut the way in Zhan Fei's body, I'm afraid Zhan Fei would have become the main God.

After the fall of the king of war, fairy demon tears rise and fall with Cain. The second God is the king of Prajna. Hunyuan Prajna is her Supreme Self Dharma. And the third God is the emperor of huangquan.

In this way, the king of war was ahead of many creatures, and all the friars in China were his descendants.

So at the moment, the angry king of war was very terrible. His face was cold. The character of war wrapped Meng Xuan without any gap and locked him in it. Wutong fairy king, Su long and others looked at the eye canthus.

"It's almost over." The words of King Zhan seemed to judge Meng Xuan.

"Really?" Calm words came from Meng Xuan, "you seem to have forgotten a little, I haven't exerted my supreme self Dharma yet."

After that, the countless war words wrapped around him burst open!

With a loud bang, Meng Xuan rose in the endless golden light. He danced wildly with his hair and white clothes, looking at the king of war calmly. There's a rune in the frontal bone that twinkles. It's a Zun character. It's very bright, like the sun.

"Five burials." Meng Xuan raised his head, and behind him emerged a golden tomb, on which stood a huge tablet without words. It looked terrible.

The king of war laughed: "your celestial burial is made by observing my clothes and tombs. Are you sure it works for me?"

"You seem to forget that the self method belongs to me. It's just an opportunity to see your burial mound. " Meng Xuan said faintly that the huge stele without words glowed, and countless runes suddenly appeared on the smooth and neat surface of the stele. It's humanoid runes, tens of millions of them. In the end, the gold runes were linked end to end, turned into a strong pestle to subdue the devil, floated from the darkness and killed the king of war.

The magic subduing pestle and the king of war collided with each other.

Zhan Wang's body was shaken back.

Meng Xuan got up and looked at the last Zhang: "this Zhang, no one can stop me, even if you are the king of war, you can't stop me, I said!"

He is very arrogant and overbearing, bathed in Baoguang, handsome in shape and spirit, and soft in lines. He took a step and thoroughly urged the five burial techniques. The golden grave burst open.

"Bury the sky." The crack is not big, but it is a strong suction, from which swept out the bright silver light, wrapped the king of war. Everyone's eyes were shrinking fiercely. Zhan Wang's body was shrinking quickly, and then he was swallowed directly by the crack.

The crack closed, and in the solitary grave, Zhan Wang struggled, clapping one palm after another, and the solitary grave kept shaking. But there is a black flame in the solitary grave, which is the black fire of Meng Xuan fusion. Strange fire completely enveloped the king of war, refining him.

The king of war clapped his hand again, broke through the solitary grave, and flew out again. He was ten Zhang tall, his whole body was like gold, his eyes were like gold beads, and he looked at Meng Xuan coldly. But in the indifferent eyes, there is a ray of appreciation.

"The burial ground." Meng Xuan looked at the king of war, but he spoke calmly.

Then, the golden tomb glows again and inhales the king of war. The king of war's breath was a little dispirited, and his spirit began to be humble. His eyes brightened up and pierced two thumb sized holes. Then his body turned into a wisp of smoke, flying out of the hole, and turned into the figure of the king of war again. At the moment, he is even bigger, tall and upright. The body rises from the falling devil abyss and probes into the star domain.

"Burying people." Meng Xuan did not have the slightest accident, but pinched the FA seal again.

The light of the solitary grave was even more terrible. At last, it turned into a long river and completely shrouded him. The king of war roared, and the light from the solitary grave was very terrible. There was a kind of magic, and the invincible divine power, which disintegrated his defense.

His body shrinks rapidly, and finally turns into the size of his thumb, and he is imprisoned in the solitary grave again. Strange fire burning madly, constantly melting the king of war. This time, the time for the king of war to get out of trouble was much longer than the first two times.

When he got out of trouble again, there was a tired color between his eyebrows!

Meng Xuan's five burial techniques are so amazing that he has a feeling that he can't start.

The king of war drank lightly and pushed away a pair of wings again. His wings flapping, sprinkled the divine light, the whole body covered with a layer of gold paint. It's chaotic gold lacquer, a powerful power of Buddhism, which is inviolable.

The king of war in golden paint is like a God coming down to earth. He stands there and controls the whole world.

"Bury the gods." The solitary grave continued to shine, and the light was even more terrible, covering the king of war. The gold paint on the king's body cracked inch by inch, and finally it was like metal fragments peeling off.

He roared, but he was still absorbed by the solitary grave.

Hum!

The solitary grave is like a melting pot, melting the king of war. In the eyes of everyone, Zhan Wang's body was melting. When he smashed the solitary grave again, he was left with only his upper body.

"Bury the ghost."

For the fifth time, the solitary grave lights up and tears the king back again.

The king of war roared, disappeared completely, and never appeared again. He only left a sentence: "Congratulations, pass the test!"

Meng Xuan half knelt on the ground, panting heavily. They were stunned, and no one spoke. They just looked at the figure half kneeling on the ground. Up to now, they haven't responded.

"Wokuo, I'm not dreaming. Someone challenged the Warlord's order and succeeded." A friar patted himself on the cheek, unbelievable.

"It's impossible. It's impossible." The doctor swallowed his saliva and rolled his throat bone. He was shocked to the extreme.

"How can it be..." the peacock king was confused, which was not the same as he expected. That's the order of King Zhan. Even the amazing King Prajna stops at the fifth way. How can he succeed?

The king of Tibet muttered to himself, "it's successful. He's successful."

Then, he trembled with excitement: "he succeeded, Meng Xuan succeeded!"

He grabbed Zhu Changsheng's neck: "Lao Zhu, tell me quickly, has he succeeded?"