Shading the sky: About my reincarnation as the emperor's son

Chapter 306 Little Manjun

Dongfang Yueyang, the "little barbarian king" of the barbarians, stepped forward in the void. Every step was extremely heavy, with a calm and unhurried demeanor.He untied his gorgeous robe and threw it away, revealing a piece of bronze divine armor underneath, which looked extremely ancient and flowed with misty brilliance.

The silver wolf lay on the side with its tongue hanging out, drool dripping from the corner of its mouth, its eyes as red as blood, and extremely fierce.

"Did you see the wolf behind me? I'm going to feed you to it later." He looked very delicate. When he wasn't talking, he looked like a simple boy, but when he was about to take action, he was completely different.

"Boom boom boom" A ram's horn bow appeared in Xiao Manjun's hand, and the stiff string of the dragon's sinew was pulled into a full moon by him, shooting out a streak of blood.

That is the ancient magical archery skill of the barbarians. Every barbarian child must practice with a small bow when he can just walk. He shoots birds and animals since he was a child. When he grows up, everyone is a master archer.

He shot nine arrows in a row. Each arrow contained his own powerful blood and was infused with the essence of the semi-saint. It penetrated the sky and the earth and locked the Qi machine of the Emperor of Heaven. If he didn't drink his blood, he would keep chasing him.

The Emperor did not dodge or dodge, and only flicked out a finger when a series of nine arrows approached him.

The first arrow was easily deflected and hit another arrow at an extremely clever angle. In the chain reaction, the nine arrows were mixed together like dominoes, and they all shattered in the air.

Xiaomanjun's eyes narrowed. Those arrows were not ordinary. Each arrowhead was made from the bones of sacred beasts sacrificed thousands of times. It was imprinted with the secret method of the barbarians. With this arrow, he killed countless powerful people. The enemy was destroyed with one finger today.

"Barbarian King's World-Suppressing Fist!" Little Manjun threw away his hard bow, opened and closed it widely, like a dragon crouching in the abyss, like an ox king reaching its horns, and unleashed a set of extremely arrogant punches.The physique of the barbarians is extremely powerful, and no one in the human race can suppress them even if they give up their holy body.

"How many times have I told you not to get close to me!" The Emperor shook his head, and with a flick of his white palm, Little Manjun was suddenly sent flying away. Blood rained down on him, and countless bones were shattered.

"How is it possible? I have the strongest bloodline of the barbarians. I have been bathed in the blood of divine beasts every day since I was a child. How could I be suppressed by someone who only kills the sixth level of heaven!" The little barbarian felt that his common sense was being challenged. Although he was a semi-saint. This body, this fleshy shell is enough to fight the holy beast, but today it was actually defeated.

The emperor had no choice but to become a saint in advance, he could crush any Taoist in this field, no matter how talented he was.

"Call me the true spirit, revive the divine blood!" Little Manjun's words were as low as a curse, and as his eyes opened and closed, the divine essence was revealed, and his temperament changed drastically.

It is no longer the rudeness and cruelty of the barbarians, but noble and sacred, as if the gods from heaven have descended to earth.In his body, some kind of shackles were opened, his whole body was exuding brilliance, and his bloodline power was many times stronger.

"The aura that has the same origin as Ji Haoyue, is it even stronger?" The Emperor waved his hand and said, "Wait a minute! How come you have the blood of the Gods?"

Little Manjun said with a ferocious smile: "Our barbarians run all over the world, and there is no woman from any tribe who has never played with them. I am coming to Beidou this time, and I am about to capture all the princesses from your ancient tribes and give them to the great barbarian warriors to breed descendants!" "He didn't talk nonsense. The Emperor knew the whole story from his mental fluctuations with the help of his former scribe.

His grandfather, Dongfang Zhuri, was a quasi-emperor, so he was naturally a legendary figure. In an earth-shattering bloody battle deep in the starry sky 2000 years ago, a princess from the God Clan, who had cultivated to the pinnacle of the Great Sage, was forcibly abducted. Go and bring back Zu Xingna as a slave girl. This is how his branch was born.

The war broke out again, and Xiaomanjun was much more terrifying than before. He became more and more courageous as he fought, and he frequently used various magic tricks. He was much more difficult to deal with than those saints and elders.He held out a ghost-faced copper lamp and released a large area of ​​green flames, which instantly filled the sky.

The sky and the earth have turned into a world of fire. This is a very evil and will-o'-the-wisp fire that can destroy one's soul and defile one's Taoist foundation. "If this move still can't kill you, I will kill myself on the spot!" Xiaomanjun roared, almost crazy.This is a sacred weapon given by his father himself, and it has unpredictable powers.

The figure of the Emperor's Prince appeared in the flames without being burned at all.He stretched out his hand to grab it, and the ghost-faced lamp only flickered a few times before being crushed.

"Abayati, Gratiri, Deva Sisda..." the little barbarian muttered, and cut his own blood vessels. The blood of the barbarians and the blood of the gods jumped and danced, and turned into snake-like talismans. Wen, that is the ancient writing of the barbarians.

Old trees with ferocious branches emerged. Each tree trunk had a ferocious human face, covered with the internal organs, heads, flesh and bones of human race, demon race, ancient race... It was the scene of ancient barbarians worshiping their ancestors. , rumbling suppression came.

The Emperor of Heaven roared loudly, and a ball of divine fire exploded, covering the whole world. One giant god after another rose up in the flames, cleaning away all the filth. The ancient witchcraft of the barbarians was broken with one blow and burned cleanly.

Xiaomanjun didn't hesitate, got on his mount and left.

The Emperor's handwriting secret was so fast that he caught up with him in one step and slashed down with the Phoenix Blood Red Gold Sword.Waves of blood gushed out, and he held a huge wolf head and a human head in his hands.There were so many descendants of the Barbarian God that the aftermath of the Demon King's attack killed hundreds of them, which was not worth much, so there was no powerful life-saving weapon left.

At this moment, the Queen Mother of Yaochi and several close elders also arrived.

"I killed the person, it has nothing to do with Yaochi."

"Needless to say, they won't be unreasonable." Queen Mother Xi frowned: "This kind of scourge must be eliminated. Yaochi is not afraid of them. People died in Yaochi, so we can bear the burden together."

Several people present had the most intimate relationship with the Emperor, and they did not need to be so covert when speaking to each other.

"Their movements are expected to come soon. I will return to the Immortal City to organize manpower."

The Nanling Demon Emperor's Palace, the former holy land of the demon tribe, has now been turned into the lair of the barbarians.They acted recklessly in the Demon Emperor's retreat. The statue of the Demon Emperor was pushed to the ground, and it was covered with filth and feces.

"Bah! That demon emperor is dead a long time ago. You see, we pooped and peed on his head, but he didn't show his spirit, hahahahaha..."

The barbarians lit a bonfire, roasted the corpse of the dead demon on the fire until it was golden and oily, and then ate it with strong wine.The drunken warriors grabbed the passing maid, tore off her clothes, and started riding in the open air.

There is no privacy within the barbarians. The barbarians of these ancestral stars have retained the most authentic primitive barbarian culture.

The Barbarian God, who had been as still as a rock, opened his eyes, two cold bolts of electricity penetrated the void, and the banquet suddenly became quiet.

"One of my grandsons died, and someone used an imperial weapon to obscure my perception."

(End of this chapter)