MTL - Proficiency: Cultivated 10 Million Times-Chapter 384 Vulcan

After a burst of divine fire, the middle-aged man of the human race was still holding a knife, and his gilt armor was still damaged to the original degree, and there was no sign of further damage under the devastation of the divine fire.

And his body was also unharmed.

The golden energy knife in his hand also glowed with a layer of flame, igniting blazingly under the golden light, like the sun's divine fire.

The extreme high temperature instantly distorted the space, evaporated everything in the air, including the tiny impurities in the energy, leaving only the purest energy remaining around the flame.

He took a step forward, facing the sky, and slashed down with a single blow.

Shenhuo Xuangong Vulcan!

The terrifying artistic conception of fire is attached to the knife, and the bursting flame knife turns into layers of ripples, which is a sign that the space is about to shatter.

In an instant, under his knife, there was already an endless sea of ​​flames.

The sacred radiance was dispersed by the golden sea of ​​flames and compressed into the corners of the four corners.

The middle-aged man standing on top of the sea of ​​fire also looked like a god, the real Vulcan.

Augusto flew upside down, rolling continuously in the air, and only stopped after sweeping more than ten kilometers.

At this moment, he was covered in blood, and the blood was quickly evaporated by the heat wave swept by the flames below.

If he hadn't been a Protoss, he might have been buried just now with the knife from the opponent.

The sea of ​​flames below is enough to incinerate any super star envoy!

On the other side, Cecilia, who has become the host of the dragon, also confronted the **** king of the angel clan.

Both sides held long guns and attacked each other several times.

"You are the **** king of the contemporary angel clan, right? You have some potential. If you don't die, you are expected to advance to eight wings in the future."

After the battle, Cecilia said lightly.

The **** king didn't say a word, he was not sure what purpose the other party had for talking to him.

Maybe this angel **** clan strongman was a member of the kind and lawful camp in the past, but now that he has become the host of the dragon, the **** king knows very well that this clan is completely different from the past.

It is the soul of the dragon that controls this body!

The spiritual seed planted deep in the **** king's body continued to erupt with divine power, covering the whole body of the **** king, trying to forcibly suppress the opponent.

However, this Zhelong host who was born in the angel family is also extremely powerful. His **** king spear cannot break the spear in the opponent's hand, so he can't even gain an advantage in this battle.

In this case, the problem becomes serious.

He can fight against the dragon host of the angel race, but no one can deal with the middle-aged man of the human race.

At this moment, the middle-aged man had landed on a wounded seraph alone, and was staring at him coldly.

"Ah!" The seraph mobilized all the sacred power in his body, bursting out with divine fire that wanted to devour the middle-aged man on his body.

However, at the next moment, golden flames also appeared under the middle-aged man's feet, swallowing the seraphim's divine fire almost instantly.

At the same time, the seraph was reduced to ashes under the golden flame of the middle-aged man.

A protoss-level powerhouse fell so easily.

After finishing the beheading, the middle-aged man still looked indifferent, and his eyes fell on the other hovering seraphs.

If it was just this level of blocking, they might not need to leave here in such a hurry.

Augusto gritted his gums when he saw this scene, but he was helpless.

The difference in strength between the two is too great, and he can't save his companion at all.

Knowing that maybe only a strong man of the same level as their **** king can fight with them.

And among their angel gods, although there is a group of protoss, they are not as powerful as the king of gods.

The God King was also aware of this, and his divine thoughts spread to the minds of every seraphim, giving instructions.

Don't fight against the enemy, mainly to entangle and delay time to protect yourself and your companions.

Every seraph is an important force in the angel clan, and he doesn't want to lose too much in this encirclement and suppression operation.

Just wait a moment, and their reinforcements will arrive here.

Just as he was thinking like this, a purple light in the distance flashed across the sky like a shooting star, approaching here at an extremely fast speed.

The spear in Augusto's hand turned into a series of chains, grabbed a gap, and tightly entangled the middle-aged man of the human race.

Shenhuo and gun skills are useless, he wants to take the initiative to change, and use this method to surround the opponent for a while.

But the difference in strength between the two is too great in all aspects. The middle-aged man's divine fire ignited and easily melted the chains transformed by the sacred energy.

In the light of the fire, a pair of eyes rolled and stared at him indifferently, which made him feel chills in his heart.

The breath of death was getting closer and closer to him, and the actions just now seemed to make him the next target of the middle-aged man.

hum!

Sure enough, a golden flaming saber energy tore through the space and arrived in an instant.

Augusto didn't even have time to react, he just felt that the spirits in the sea of ​​consciousness were trembling.

Seeing that he was about to be beheaded, a purple light and shadow flew towards him one step ahead, appearing in front of him, a purple long knife slashed out and collided with the flaming knife energy in the void.

The huge energy impact shocked Augusto back.

When he reacted, he also sensed that the purple figure blocking him was Wang Yu.

"Be careful!" Seeing Wang Yu's figure being engulfed by the flames, Augusto, who knew the power of the opponent's flames, suddenly became worried.

"It's okay." Wang Yu's voice came at this moment, which made Augusto feel certain.

When the energy impact dissipated, the flame was directly scattered by a mass of purple.

The Zhelong energy in the flame returned to the middle-aged man's body.

The middle-aged man looked at the mass of purple, and fluctuations finally appeared in his indifferent eyes.

It's like being awakened the emotions and memories that have been buried for a long time as a human race.

"Huh? The memory fragment of the human race that has been unable to be retrieved before has become loose!"

Even the middle-aged man himself was surprised.

Soon, memory pictures with a sense of age began to appear in his sea of ​​consciousness.

There were not many memory fragments that emerged, but it made the heart of the middle-aged man who was already the host of Zhelong tremble. Looking at the purple energy emerging from Wang Yu's hand, he was both surprised and apprehensive.

After all, if there is nothing wrong with the memory fragments, most of this energy comes from the power of the most difficult opponent back then, the human emperor Ziwei!

Today, although Emperor Ziwei has been dead for thousands of years, his power has been passed down to this day, and he still appears in front of him.

This was the reason for his astonishment and fear.

After so many years, I never expected to see the power of Emperor Ziwei again.

Thinking of this, his always stiff and indifferent cheeks unconsciously raised a somewhat complicated and incomprehensible smile.

"Speaking of which, the original owner of this body has a close relationship with Emperor Ziwei, so I can't be wrong with this feeling."

The middle-aged man muttered to himself, his voice was still hoarse, but there were some inexplicable mood swings.

On the golden machete in his hand, the boiling flame flickered on and off, like little waves in his heart.

Surrounding Wang Yu were scattered fire snakes, releasing extremely scorching heat, like little suns hanging in the sky, enough to melt everything.

But this kind of high temperature is meaningless to Wang Yu.

Not to mention his eleventh-level bloodline characteristics, the strength of Ziweixing's spirit body, and his tenth-level fire resistance, which are enough to offset many fire damage.

The high temperature didn't affect him at all.

His eyes swept across the audience, and he had a panoramic view of the situation.

So many seraphs were actually on the losing side before he came, which is enough to show the strength of the other party.

After receiving the news from the God King, he came here as soon as possible. Fortunately, he came in time. If it was later, the loss on the Angel Clan's side would be even greater, and it might also allow the other party to escape, and the bamboo basket was empty.

His eyes swept across the enemy's seraph, and it was not a big problem with the **** king to contend with.

Then it fell back to the middle-aged human man who was playing with fire.

Just because of his identity as a human race, Wang Yu was very concerned about him.

It has never been seen before in appearance. It is worth mentioning that the gilt battle armor worn by the other party is retro in style and unique in shape.

Although most of the rune lines were damaged, Wang Yu could still tell that the level of the lines inscribed on this battle armor was quite high, which had already exceeded the current rune research level of the human race.

Obviously, this is a piece of rune equipment forged by the human race in ancient times, and the original identity of the person in front of him must also be the ancient human race.

It's just that now he has become the host of Zhelong's soul, just like Lin Mo, the coach of the Greedy Wolf Army, left a deep impression on Wang Yu.

"Unfortunately, I missed this rare host." The middle-aged man looked at Wang Yu, who had been inherited by Emperor Ziwei, and felt a little regretful in his heart.

If the other party becomes a member of the Zhelong host, not only will there be one less difficult enemy, but also an extra host with great potential to act, which will definitely be a great help in the future.

It's a pity that Wang Yu was not found at the beginning.

Now that Wang Yu has risen, he has also cut off the possibility of becoming the host of Zhelong.

The flames on the golden machete in the middle-aged man's hand suddenly rose sharply, and even the arm holding the knife was enveloped by the flames.

The next moment, he rushed straight to Wang Yu at an extremely fast speed.

A large starlight appeared in Wang Yu's eyes, the power of the blood was activated, and the evil spirit of blood condensed and surrounded him.

The opponent approached in an instant, and two knives, one purple and one gold, collided in one place, and the powerful impact shook the space.

"Ok?"

The two swords were very fast, and they cut more than ten times in an instant after they collided.

Unexpectedly, the other party has extremely high attainments in sword skills, and a set of exquisite sword skills related to Yanhuo has reached the pinnacle.

If it is an ordinary opponent, it must have been melted into ashes under the opponent's sword technique.

In terms of sword skills alone, Wang Yu even judged that he was not as good as the opponent!

This is not an ability bestowed by Zhelong Shenhun, but the saber skill attainments possessed by the human clansmen as their predecessors.

After the soul of Zhelong took possession of this body, he also acquired a series of human saber techniques left by his former master.

The opponents of the super-spiritual level and even the mysterious level of swordsmanship can do it easily, and they are all extremely proficient.

Divine Fire Profound Art Eight Fire Cups!

The middle-aged man drew a giant painting of flames in the air with a sword. There was true meaning in the painting, which made Wang Yu's eyelids twitch.

Be vigilant in your heart and dare not be careless.

The purple knife in his hand burst into a large starlight, echoing the color of his pupils.

Mysterious.

Ziwei Xingdian Xingluo!

As soon as the sword came out, the sky was dim, and the giant painting of flames was torn apart by Wang Yu's sword.

Since Ziwei Xingdian cultivated to Xingling Chapter, this mysterious art inherited from Emperor Ziwei has gradually shown its due power.

Some unique techniques of Xuan Gong are also displayed in the chapters of the Protoss.

What he uses is not pure sword technique, but the battle mystery in Ziwei Xingdian, but it can be combined with sword technique and knife technique.

Wang Yu is good at using knives, so this mysterious method is knives.

The master of killing has great power.

The huge flame painting was shattered, but turned into eight lamp cups, surrounding Wang Yu.

This is said to be a sword technique, but it looks more like a formation.

Wang Yu has never seen or heard of such a fighting method, and presumably it was created by the human race in ancient times.

The middle-aged man is also placed in the eight lamp cups, each of which emits a flame light band, which is connected to the middle-aged man's body, as if injecting more powerful flame power into him.

While Wang Yu was in the eight lamp cups, but he felt that he was suppressed by some kind of scorching power.

"This is the implication of integrating the rune formation into the tactics!"

Under the eyes of the stars, Wang Yu saw some clues on the eight lamp cups, and only felt that the opponent's technique was mysterious and mysterious, extremely subtle.

I sighed in my heart, but the battle continued.

Wang Yu swept back, trying to get rid of the suppression of the eight lamp cups.

However, the eight light cups followed like a shadow, as if they were firmly bound to him, always revolving around him.

Seeing this, Wang Yu directly stimulated the spirit seed in his body, and the powerful Ziwei star exploded on his body surface, sweeping all directions.

The flames on the eight lamp cups tended to go out in an instant.

The host Zhelong also seemed to be aware of the strength of Ziwei's star power, without the slightest procrastination, Wang Yu, who had continuously cut out the flame knife and forced Wang Yu to fight him, had no time to take care of the eight lamp cups.

"Compared to that Emperor Ziwei, you are still far behind. I will kill you here today to avoid future troubles."

The golden light in the eyes of the middle-aged man shone, and he said in a low voice.

The golden flames gathered in the eight lamp cups, as if they really turned into a blazing sun.

Wang Yu was in the scorching sun and was under the extreme high temperature.

"Ok?!"

Seeing that Wang Yu's body had not been damaged for a long time, the middle-aged man realized the problem at this time.

Because of the memory of his previous life, he knew about the Ziwei astral body.

Back then, the Emperor Ziwei was also the master of Ziwei's astral body, so he was able to traverse the star field, command the army of the human race, and pose a huge threat to them.

And it is not surprising that Wang Yu, who already knew that he had obtained the inheritance of Emperor Ziwei, cultivated the corresponding Ziwei astral body. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

But at this moment he discovered that Wang Yu's body was not the same as the Ziwei star possessed by Emperor Ziwei.

Or it's not just as simple as the Ziwei star.

"This is a spirit body?!"

The middle-aged man's gaze was like a torch, and he observed that the special energy radiating from Wang Yu's body surface was not Ziwei's star power, but the aura that only existed in those spirit beasts.

These auras appeared on Wang Yu, a human race, which seemed very strange.

He didn't understand why Wang Yu was able to obtain the inheritance of Emperor Ziwei and at the same time change his body into a spirit body similar to a spirit beast.

"Is it difficult for my Shenhuo Xuangong to cause too much damage to his body?"

This strange body is too solid.

(end of this chapter)