Reflect the world

Chapter 406 It's a pity that your words are not as beautiful as your strength (second more)
Tyranny: Mobilize one's own emotions and unleash an attack far beyond oneself. The stronger the anger, the stronger the strength. It can be increased by up to ten times. It can only be used once in a short period of time.

The innate supernatural powers of such a powerful and ferocious beast as Qiongqi are simple and rough, compared with the innate supernatural powers created by the human race, they are extremely rough.

But the strength it exerted is shocking.

Tang Xuanming exclaimed a little, but soon became a little puzzled. He looked sideways at Wang Long beside him and said, "Can the human race integrate the supernatural powers of the monster race?"

After seeing Tang Xuanming's attack, Wang Long swallowed twice, nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and said, "Yes, as long as you can blow up the powerful remnants of the monster race on the spot, according to the rules of the Devil's Plain, you can still get the corresponding talent." Magical."

How to explain on the surface, but my mind almost exploded.

Obtaining the corresponding supernatural powers in the Devil's Plain has always passed the test of the strong in an orderly manner. No one has used this other method to forcibly blow up Cannian to obtain supernatural powers.

It can still be used in this way at low levels. Once you encounter a top person, you will most likely die on the spot.

As for the word "human race" in Tang Xuanming's mouth, Wang Long automatically ignored it.

"It seems that the records in the classics are correct. When Shura Killing God was just reborn, he always couldn't tell his race."

Wang Long secretly rejoiced, but had no intention of correcting it.

Now this Asura Killing God regards him as his own family and obviously won't do anything to him, so why does he want to correct him?Are you uncomfortable with yourself?

The road to the center of the Devil's Plain was not peaceful. Along the way, Tang Xuanming defeated no less than ten remnants, and gained a batch of corresponding magical powers and combat skills.

But there is nothing commendable in it, except for the supernatural power left by the monster Qiongqi, which can be regarded as powerful, the others can only be said to be ordinary, not as good as Tang Xuanming's eyes.

Now, although he has not been exposed to the most top cultivation methods in the main world, he is not a frog in a well who has experienced the world of the tomb of the gods. He can understand many basic methods by analogy, and he can already be regarded as a master.

Eighteen kinds of weapons such as swords, guns, swords and halberds can be used casually by him.

It can be said that the world of low martial arts gave Tang Xuanming a good foundation, and the world of the tomb of gods allowed Tang Xuanming to turn all the foundations into magical sublimation.

The experience of creating the Taishang Dao scroll and opening up the inner world in the world of the tomb of the gods greatly enriched Tang Xuanming's high-level experience, allowing him to step into a high-level in no time.

Now, he doesn't know much about the top skills of the main world, and he himself is watching the sky from the well, just a frog at the bottom of the well.

But after he jumps out of the well and sees the majestic landscape outside, he will not get lost immediately, but will climb up at the fastest speed.

Because he has had such an experience.

when!
The sound of the clash of swords and swords came into the ears clearly, and Tang Xuanming, who was crossing mountains and mountains in the Devil's Plain, saw a figure again.

A young man with a pair of silver pupils came into Tang Xuanming's eyes. The young man held a long sword and was constantly colliding with a group of human-shaped shadows.

Flying up and down, showing extraordinary swordsmanship.

For a while, he was on par with that shadow.

"It's Wang Ming, one of the outstanding descendants of the Wang family, a figure in the Seventh Layer of the Ant Emperor."

Tang Xuanming didn't even need to speak, Wang Long, who was beside him with a low brow and pleasing eyes, took the initiative to introduce.

"His luck is really good. If I'm not mistaken, the person in front of him should be Cannian, a peak-level powerhouse of the human race, and he practices the same type of swordsmanship."

"It seems that he will get this inheritance soon."

Wang Ting's vision was very good. Not long after his words fell, the shadow in front of the young man stopped in place, and a heroic young man in armor appeared in the rolling shadows, with a murderous look on his brows.

But at this moment, the young man showed a gratified smile on his face.

His right hand hit his left chest heavily, and he said in a loud voice, "I will bury my broken body in the green hills, and I will never regret it."

Amidst the loud laughter, the heroic man in armor turned into countless black smoke, and a distinct black line flew out from the black smoke, entering between the eyebrows of the young man whose pupils were all silvery white.

Seeing the dust settled on the young man's side, Tang Xuanming approached directly, and Wang Long followed him docilely, with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, like a little daughter-in-law.

"What are you talking about here?"

Before Tang Xuanming could speak, the young man took the lead to ask questions. Only when he approached Tang Xuan did he realize that the young man's eyes were long and narrow, which made his pair of silver-white pupils more obvious, making him look a little aggressive.

"Of course I'm here to get the inheritance, otherwise what else are you doing here?"

There was no need for Tang Xuanming to speak, Wang Long, who was very self-conscious, took the initiative to take the lead and stared at the young man.

If it was left in the past, he would not have dared to do this at all. After all, the level of bloodline was one level lower, and his future achievements would be very different. But now, with the support of the strong, Wang Long felt that he was not afraid of anything.

Tang Xuanming glanced at the indifferent Tang Xuanming indiscriminately, and Tang Xuanming, who had no expression on his face, inexplicably gave Wang Long a strong sense of security, and Wang Long felt himself swell instantly.

"Wang Long?"

"That's right!"

"You think you can fight me if you find a helper? Have you forgotten how I taught you before?"

The young man with narrow eyes and silver pupils cast a glance at Tang Xuanming, who looked plain and ordinary. He didn't compare with any of the top figures in his life that he knew in his mind. Although he still had some vigilance in his heart, he didn't really care much about it. up.

Wang Ting's face turned red, he took a deep breath, raised his chest high, and said in a deep voice: "What is there to boast about crushing me with a higher bloodline? We have the ability to be in the same realm. Let's have a fight."

"laugh!"

Wang Long mustered up his courage, but it was all in vain with Wang Ming's sneer.

He blushed all of a sudden, opened his mouth several times, but couldn't speak again.

Wang Ting's attitude made Wang Ming look down on him more and more. At the same time, he also looked down on the young man next to Wang Ting, and lost his previous vigilance.

He taunted unceremoniously: "No matter how many Moon Howling Demon Wolves gather, they will collapse under the roar of the Nether Tiger King's life."

"You called an unknown rookie to join you, do you feel warm and powerful?"

"The weak will only hug each other for warmth, while the strong will always taste loneliness and loneliness alone, like you..."

"boom!"

Before the two of them could react, Tang Xuanming made a sudden move and slapped Wang Ming on the shoulder. Obviously the speed of the slap was not fast, but Wang Ming tried his best to twist his body and did not dodge it.

The whole person was like a nail that had been slapped straight into the ground, leaving only one head.

The expression of the whole person was suddenly a little dazed, and he didn't understand why the field of vision suddenly changed, and why Wang Long suddenly became so much taller.

"If your strength is as beautiful as you said, maybe I will be more satisfied."

Tang Xuanming's face didn't show any superfluous expression, it was as calm as if he had just slapped a mosquito on his shoulder to death.

However, Wang Long felt inexplicably lifted, and suddenly felt that Shura Shashen's cold expression was extremely handsome.

"You... poof!"

Wang Ming opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but before he could speak, a mouthful of blood spewed out.

(End of this chapter)