Chapter 1370

One finger crush!

Tear the sky!

One of the three secrets of the ancient Protoss.

The requirement for studying ancient gods is very high. The minimum requirement is that they must be four-star ancient gods before they are qualified to study.

The ancient celestial dome branded the magic God and tear the sky in Zhao Fang's consciousness.

Zhao Fang just studied magic gods.

Tear the sky but be sealed.

But when his strength was promoted to the four-star ancient god, the seal was automatically untied, and everything seemed to flow into his mind.

Zhao Fang slowly closed his eyes, but the moment he opened his eyes, countless thunders flashed in his eyes.

"The ancient god tore the sky!"

Zhao Fang drinks lightly.

In an instant.

The sky and the earth faded, the sun and the moon were dark, the stars shifted, and the endless smoke transpiration appeared.

A golden ancient god with a tall body came, spread his arms, inserted his fingers into the sky, and tore at both ends.

That day, the dome was torn into two worlds by this palm..

"Ancient divine biography?"

Old witch Zhu's eyelids were slightly pricked and shocked.

As he speaks.

Zhao Fang's figure suddenly disappeared in place.

The next moment.

When the Dragon Emperor didn't react, Zhao Fang appeared in front of him.

"Go away!" the Dragon Emperor was the strongest of the Golden Dragon. He reacted very quickly. The dragon head swayed and wanted to get rid of Zhao.

"Magic God!"

Zhao Fang's eyes flashed, turned into streamer, and rushed directly into the pupil of the Dragon Emperor's eye.

The Dragon Emperor was stunned.

That is, Zhao Fang grasped the two dragon horns at the head of the Dragon Emperor, just like the strong man of the ancient god inserting his hands into the sky.

"Open it for me!"

The divine power of tearing the sky broke out crazily. Zhao Fang grabbed two dragon horns and tore them on both sides. With unspeakable terror, he immediately launched the dragon head and divided it into two!

"Click!"

"Bang!"

The dragon's head is split into two parts, and its huge body is therefore broken into two parts.

In the stunned crowd, he sprinkled a large amount of golden dragon blood.

"How could this happen? The emperor is the eight clawed golden dragon, the strongest blood of the golden dragon family. He was torn apart by a mere four-star ancient god“

At the moment when the dragon's head was torn in half, a golden dragon ball flew out, and the face of the Dragon Emperor appeared on it. His face was still shocked and hideous.

"You're wrong. I'm not only a four-star ancient god, but also an ancient god of the four-star royal family!"

Zhao Fang looked flat.

In the middle period of the emperor, plus the increase of four-star ancient gods, it is comparable to that in the later period of the emperor.

But if the increase of the ancient gods of the four-star royal family, the strength is no less than the early days of the ordinary God Emperor.

After all.

The more pure the ancient god, the stronger the ancient god's secret skill!

"Ancient gods of the four-star royal family?"

"So what, the emperor is the eight clawed golden dragon, the overlord of the dragon family..."

It's good not to mention this. When it comes to blood, the Dragon Emperor is like a complaining woman. He can't understand how he thinks. He is as powerful as himself. He will be torn by a four-star ancient god.

"The skill of tearing the sky of the ancient gods can be described as a blow that condenses the strongest combat power of the ancient gods. Ordinary four-star ancient gods can challenge the ordinary God Emperor by tearing the sky alone, not to mention the ancient gods of the royal family and the Dragon Emperor. You are not wronged!"

Wu Xian dragged the injured body and looked at Zhao Fang in the air. His eyes were shocked and he said plainly.

"Fart, I'm the Dragon Emperor. How can I lose?" the Dragon Emperor was unwilling to admit defeat.

"Idiot. If he wasn't just a beginner and not yet proficient, do you think he can still live now?" Wu Xian sneered.

"Benlong is unwilling!"

The Dragon Emperor roared, and the Dragon beads whirled and burned the power of his soul.

At the same time, a breath of soul full of resentment and hatred emanated from the dragon ball.

"Long Zu, if you don't do it again, my golden dragon will be completely destroyed by the ancient god!"

Among the strong.

Only Lao wuzhu clearly perceived this scene.

His face changed dramatically.

"Long Zu? Is it true that the old guy is still alive?"

At the moment of thinking --

Roar ~ ~

A terrible dragon chant that makes the killing and breaking world tremble instantly resounds through all directions. The Dragon chant contains endless magic power. Compared with it, the Dragon Emperor's Dragon chant is like the cry of an urchin.

Boom!

Boom!

Most of the ancient people at the scene could not bear the roar, so their flesh broke directly and turned into pieces of blood and flesh.

Some weak guys don't even escape their divine consciousness. They directly destroy their form and spirit!

The power of a roar is so terrible!

"Who dares to destroy my golden dragon pulse?"

The mighty and majestic voice, like the gods in the sky, is full of irresistible power.

The next moment.

An old and luxurious figure appeared on the battlefield out of thin air.

It was an old man in gold robe with a dark and vicious face but a terrible breath.

After the old man appeared, he was full of terror and ran over all directions like a mountain.

Especially after seeing that the Dragon Emperor's body was torn apart, leaving only the dragon ball and divine knowledge, he was even more angry, "yang'er, who hurt you?"

The old man's eyes looked at the old witch in an instant.

On the whole field, the only strong person who can enter his eyes is Lao wuzhu.

"Old wuzhu, you're not dead yet! Say, did you hurt my yang'er?"

The Dragon ancestor looked gloomy.

"Jinglong, you are still alive... Cough..."

The old witch wished to cough more violently.

"Lao Zu, it's the boy who hurt me with his secret skills!" the Dragon Emperor opened his mouth and looked straight at Zhao Fang.

"He? Four star ancient god?"

Jinglong's ancestor frowned slightly. "It's barely a role. It shouldn't pose a threat to you."

"The boy learned to tear the sky in the three secrets of the ancient Protoss. I was attacked by him. That's how I ended up!"

"What!"

Jinglong's grandfather turned pale. "Boy, you can't keep you if you learn the three secrets of ancient gods!"

With that, he gave Zhao Fang some advice.

One finger crushed heaven and earth, and Zhao put it under this finger. It was as slim as a mole ant. There was no room for resistance at all.

"Zuxiang!"

Seeing that the finger was approaching, a slightly anxious voice came fiercely.

The next moment.

A tall, indomitable ghost of the powerful witch appeared at the front of that finger.

The strong man of the witch clan shot and collided with the ancestor of Jinglong, both of whom died.

When that finger dispersed, the terrible breath pressed on Zhao Fang suddenly dissipated.

Zhao Fang looked frightened and felt something in his palm.

"Old wuzhu, you dare to stop the dragon and die!"

The ancestor of Jinglong looked at Lao wuzhu indifferently and raised his hand with a golden light. Lao wuzhu waved his staff to greet him, but he was badly hurt. Besides vomiting blood, he coughed more frequently.

"If you dare to stop the Dragon again, don't blame the dragon for being unkind!"

Jinglong's ancestor looked at Lao wuzhu coldly and immediately looked at Zhao Fang. "Lao wuzhu was badly hurt. Even if he did it, he couldn't stop the dragon's blow. This time, see who can save you!"

With that, a huge golden dragon claw emerged out of thin air, carrying an amazing killing intention.

Seeing the great terror coming, Zhao Fang's eyes filled with madness, "old dog, do you really think I can't deal with you?"