I Became A Patriarch At The Age Of Seven

"Clone?" The Undead Corpse Emperor exclaimed.

At the same time, he felt a pain in his arm, and a black figure madly drilled into the body along his arm and swam.

At the same time, he was surprised to find Blood Essence in his body, and Spirit Power was also being madly plundered by the shadow snake.

At the foot of the corpse emperor,

The endless water stains spread, forming a water prison, and gradually drowned him in the water prison, and was bound so that he could not move.

And right in front of him, a figure slowly emerged.

It was Yang Nian.

Under the undead corpse emperor's eyelids, without the corpse emperor noticing it, he used Shuiyunzong's water-walking no trace.

"When did you use your clone?" The Undead Corpse Emperor was quite curious.

It is not easy to escape his insight.

"The moment you stabbed your hand into my back," Yang Nian said.

"How is that possible." The Undead Corpse Emperor carefully recalled the previous details.

Not the slightest clue.

He didn't even feel the Spirit Power fluctuations on Yang Nian.

Cultivation Base is more sophisticated,

When using Martial Skill, there will always be a little Spirit Power aura.

But Yang Nian didn't.

So weird.

"For Wuhen Emperor, nothing is impossible." Yang Nian used the identity of Wuhen Emperor for the first time.

Quite unfamiliar at first.

But with the continuous recovery of his memory, his acceptance of the identity of Wuhen Emperor has been very high.

even invisibly,

He has already regarded himself as the Wuhen Emperor.

"This is really a traceless emperor." The Undead Corpse Emperor smiled, "However, even if you imprison me, what can you do with me?"

The Undead Emperor is quite proud.

He is immortal, and Yang Nian can't do anything about him.

Although it was a little painful for the Shadow Snake to shuttle and swallow in the body, it was not completely insoluble.

The voice fell, and the black energy in the body of the undead emperor condensed.

The ever-changing Martial Soul,

It turned into a shadow snake and swam in the direction of the Meridians.

open your mouth,

Swallowed Yang Nian's shadow snake in one bite.

In an instant, Yang Nian disconnected from Shadow Snake.

"In terms of devouring, I have never been afraid of anyone without the undead corpse emperor." said the undead corpse emperor.

The body that was originally imprisoned in the water prison suddenly moved, he raised his hand, and his fingertips condensed a knife, stabbed and slashed, and directly divided the water prison into two.

Yang Nian is not surprised by this.

He had long expected that the water prison could not control the undead emperor.

The water prison is just a stopgap measure, Yang Nian's real purpose is to buy a short time.

"God's solution!"

Yang Nian let out a low voice, his figure suddenly blurred, and two blood-colored sickles appeared behind him.

Put your hands back,

Hold the Scarlet Scythe,

a tick,

He directly hooked the corpse of the undead corpse emperor under the faint moonlight. In a hurry, the undead corpse emperor's body was already stiff, and he finally regained his ability to move, and he was bound and imprisoned again.

"Shadow Scythe Shura?"

"You... actually possess the power of the Shadow Scythe Shura." The Undead Corpse Emperor exclaimed, as powerful as him, and when he saw the sickle, he had a bad premonition in his heart.

The Shura clan is divided into the demon clan, and it is also divided into the wild alien clan.

Whether it belongs to the human race demon religion or belongs to the wild alien race, there is still no convincing conclusion.

The Shura tribe once ruled the human race and demon religion for thousands of years.

Shura Temple became famous.

Back then, the barbarian protoss fought against the Shura temple, and the result was that the barbarian temple, that is, the barbarian protoss, was defeated.

Fortunately, the Shura tribe doesn't seem to be interested in the rule of the wild alien race.

Otherwise, the Barbarian Protoss will be destroyed earlier and faster.

There are many branches of the Shura clan.

Blood Shura, Sword Shura, Sword Shura, Sha Shura...

There are always no less than ten sub-groups, but the Shadow Scythe Shura is definitely the emperor and overlord of the Shura family.

Come and go without a trace, kill without a trace, the reaper of the battlefield, the nightmare of the strong...

All of these titles can be added to the Shadow Scythe Shura.

"Are you surprised?" Yang Nian smiled.

He could feel the gap between himself and the undead corpse emperor.

Although his current momentum has reached the peak, he still has only a small chance of winning against the Undead Corpse Emperor. So Yang Nian has to go first.

took the lead,

to improve the odds.

"Could it be that you Samsara was reincarnated and was born in Shura Palace?" The Undead Corpse Emperor asked with some fear.

Every time the Emperor Wuhen rebuilt Samsara, he would retain his previous identity attributes. And all the Cultivation Bases of the previous life will be gathered in the Heavenly Dao sword, and the memory will slowly recover from it.

That is to say, every time he is reincarnated and rebuilt, he may gain different bloodline powers.

When the sleeping bloodline power is fully awakened,

He can go to the next level.

This is the Wuhen Emperor.

I have already arrived at Hongmeng Supreme many times, but I am never satisfied.

Continue to spy on the avenue,

I hope to break through the shackles of the highest, and become the illusory creation god that only exists in legends.

In order to achieve the purpose,

At the reincarnation of Samsara again and again, he is at the peak again and again.

Almost in every era, there are his figures and legends.

And because the undead emperor has the characteristics of the undead, after he falls, he can be resurrected with enough time, even with body fragments, and then he can start cultivation.

And every time he wakes up, he can always hear the words Wuhendijun.

And in the last awakening, he also became an enemy with Emperor Wuhen.

Sometimes the undead emperor also sighs,

If only he could have the ability to store the Cultivation Base and bloodline of the Wuhen Monarch. In this way, no matter how many times he falls, as long as he recovers, he will always have a chance to reach the peak of Martial Dao.

Even hit a higher-level Realm like Wuhen Monarch.

It's just a pity he didn't.

Only blindly envious.

"Not bad." Yang Nian naturally wouldn't tell the truth to the undead emperor, he only said, "I not only reincarnated in Shura Hall, but also inherited the bloodline of the most orthodox Shadow Scythe Shura..."

"You are very lucky to be able to witness the true horror of Shura."

Yang Nian said that on purpose.

It is to make the undead emperor feel more troubled.

When the words fell, the Undead Corpse Emperor's expression became solemn.

And Yang Nian didn't delay any longer, the ever-changing knife slipped into the palm of his hand and turned into a long black sword.

"Heavenly Demon God Sword intent!"

The moment the long sword slashed down, two illusory five-meter figures appeared beside Yang Nian.

A divine figure holding a divine sword.

A ghostly figure holding a magic sword.

The moment the two appeared, the oppressive Sword intent emerged, the sky and the earth changed color in an instant, and the wind was blowing.

all beings,

Under that sword intent, they all trembled and surrendered.

"Heavenly Soul Eye!"

The third eye on the forehead opened.

In the dark night sky, a large blood-red eye with a diameter of ten meters appeared, looking down at the common people.

And at the moment when the eyes of the soul are activated,

The Undead Emperor is shrouded in a bloody illusion.

The blood-colored illusion world is blood-red, and the undead emperor is bound to a small island by endless chains, and the surrounding of the island is a turbulent sea of ​​blood.

The endless skeletons float and sink in the sea of ​​blood,

There was an eerie growl.

The two Sword Intent-shaped gods and demons faced him, and then mercilessly chopped off the gods and demons in their hands...