Covering the sky starts from the mortal body

Chapter 559: Killing Wang Teng’s Divine Mind
Rumble.

That pile of rubble, boulders tumbling, smoke and dust everywhere, Wang Chong vigorously shook the pile of rocks and shattered them.

At this time, his clothes were torn, his hair was disheveled, blood was vomiting from his mouth, and his eyes were spitting fire.

He was successful at a young age and had the face of his elder brother Wang Teng. When had he ever suffered such a big loss.

Wang Chong opened his mouth and spit out a chariot, which was only an inch long, but it made a deafening roar, and it became extremely huge in an instant, crushing towards Zhang Wenchang.

Zhang Wenchang frowned, this is a king's weapon.

The ancient chariot rapidly became larger, reaching three feet long, and its entire body was as black as ink, engraved with real dragons, exuding a terrifying aura.

This is a king's weapon, like an ancient beast, emitting a terrifying black light.

Like a ghost, he locked onto Zhang Wenchang, and the black light was overwhelming and surging.

Zhang Wenchang's body is strong, but he also knows that this king's weapon cannot be resisted by his body.

Zhang Wenchang waved his hands, and shot out a beam of seven-colored divine light. This is the divine light of the Chaos Stone.

The seven-colored divine light rushed outward like water, turning the sky into seven colors. It fell on the ancient chariot and made a loud noise.

Rumble.

This seemingly powerful black chariot was smashed to pieces under the colorful divine light, and endless dust and smoke filled the sky.

This kingly weapon is really nothing in front of the holy soldier.

Zhang Wenchang waved his hand, grabbed Wang Chong's neck, and grabbed him.

There is also a small jade bottle in his hand, the stopper has been pulled out, and the fragrance is flowing inside.

Zhang Wenchang took it over. There were more than a dozen drops of dragon marrow inside. Each drop was as big as a grape and incompatible with each other. They were like golden agates, with an intoxicating fragrance.

This is one of the top dragon marrows. This boy has so many opportunities that he actually uses dragon marrow to heal his wounds and replenish his consumed divine power. Zhang Wenchang looked at his extravagant appearance and felt a little envious and jealous.

He put the dragon marrow away casually.

Zhang Wenchang threw Wang Chong out casually, and fell to the ground fiercely, causing a cloud of dust to fly up.

"If you dare to attack me, my brother will definitely make you die in an ugly way!" Arrogant shouts came from the dust.

"Your brother is your brother, you are you, and you are not your brother yet!" Zhang Wenchang sneered.

Then his big feet stepped over there.

There was a huge earthquake in the void, a big foot was about ten feet long, and the purple lightning flashed, protruding out of the void.

With a bang, smoke and dust shot up into the sky. Wang Chong screamed and was trampled to the ground by this big purple foot.

Zhang Wenchang used a Dharma-like magical power, like a purple god of war with flashing thunder, standing tall and majestic.

The crowd of onlookers felt shocked that someone would humiliate Wang Teng's younger brother so badly.

"Zhang Wenchang..." Wang Chong's voice came from underground. He couldn't believe it. Someone dared to take action against him in this Qishi Mansion. His eldest brother was still practicing in seclusion. He couldn't spare him if he came out.

Wang Chong was so arrogant that he wantonly insulted the descendants of the [-]th National Congress of the Northern Territory, bandits, Li Heishui, Jiang Huairen, Wu Zhongtian and others were humiliated more than once.

A little devil who is only nine years old is so arrogant and domineering. He humiliates the younger generation of masters, speaks recklessly, and kills him at every turn.

At this time, Zhang Wenchang's big feet fell from the sky, trampling him hard into the mud, making him feel humiliated.

As Wang Chong screamed, all the bones in his body were broken and his whole body was twisted.

Zhang Wenchang stamped his foot again, crushing the sole of his foot like a bug. All the bones in Wang Chong's body crackled and were smashed to pieces.

At this time, he was like a porcelain doll, very fragile and unable to bear the huge pressure. He vomited blood and his eyes were full of resentment.

Zhang Wenchang remembered that he had the Chaotic Ancient Emperor Talisman on his body and could not die at all.

Such rough treatment was just to make him suffer a little.

Boom boom boom!
Suddenly a powerful breath rushed out, and Wang Chong's eyebrows radiated a myriad of divine lights, as if a door to the world had opened.

Zheng Wenchang backed up quickly, he felt a dangerous aura.

Between Zhang Wenchang's eyebrows, a golden ancient chariot rushed out, and a tall figure stood on it, like a god and demon.

"It's Wang Teng, the Northern Emperor!"

"Zhang Wenchang is in trouble!"

"Why did Wang Teng hide between Wang Chong's eyebrows?"

The surrounding crowd exclaimed one after another, and they were watching from a distance.

On the golden ancient chariot, the man's black hair was messy, his face was cut like a knife, his skin was bronze, and his figure was vigorous. His whole body was shrouded in golden light, like a heavenly emperor descending.

There are nine real dragons, nine phoenixes, nine white tigers, and nine basalts around his body, and the flashing divine light turns into four images.

Zhang Wenchang looked at it and was amazed. This is the legendary picture of the arrival of the Emperor of Heaven, guarded by the four stars in the sky, patrolling the world with great splendor.

His aura is really powerful, and his potential is even much stronger than the average supreme power.

This is the first time Zhang Wenchang saw Wang Teng, although he did not come in real body.

Wang Teng claims to be the reincarnation of the ancient emperor. At the age of 15, he was invincible to the younger generation in Beiyuan. Just now Zhang Wenchang lamented that his younger brother was stronger than Wang Teng when he was a child. Now that he saw Wang Teng, he realized that Wang Teng was much stronger than his younger brother.

Zhang Wenchang knew that Wang Teng had received the inheritance of Emperor Chaogu, and had the secret of the former word. Behind him was an old crane of the level of a saint king or a great saint. He was the successor chosen by the old crane for Emperor Chaogu himself.

It's a pity that this young master who stepped into the first secret realm of Sendai at the age of 15 died in the hands of Ye Fan in the near future.

This is not Wang Teng's real body, but a wisp of Wang Teng's divine sense.

"Brother, help me kill him!" Wang Chong shouted in surprise, obviously he didn't know that his elder brother left behind in his divine sense.

The qi and blood in Zhang Wenchang's body suddenly boiled, isolating all the breath of the outside world, because he sensed an inexplicable qi mechanism, which was the martial arts eye.

His eyes are deep, countless stars are disillusioned in his eyes, his spirit is clear and indifferent, and he seems to be indifferent to everything.

At this time, he looked into Zhang Wenchang's eyes, and the speed of disillusionment in his eyes suddenly accelerated. Obviously, he was observing the secrets of Zhang Wenchang's body.

Zhang Wenchang directly aroused the power of the Chaos Stone, waved a colorful divine light and shot it out.

A golden holy sword suddenly flew out from Wang Teng's back, spreading out thousands of rays of divine light.

The vast power rushed in all directions, possessing a will to be the only one who is the only one.

Rumble.

When the colorful divine light meets the golden holy sword, the brilliance flickers there, the earth cracks, and the mountain peaks shatter.

There became a land of destruction, and nothing could be seen, only a drowsy dust.

When everything disappeared, Wang Teng had been beaten to pieces, and the golden ancient chariot had been smashed into fly ash.

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