If Long Zheng can be captured alive, it will naturally be the best, saving a lot of trouble. However, if he really cannot withstand the siege of everyone, it is his fortune.

A generation of emperors is at the end of their journey.

Everyone's eyes were gathered here. Mr. Ji didn't say anything, and looked at Long Zheng in front of him with concentration. It has to be said that Long Zheng's strength is already good enough to last for such a long time.

After all, Weng Jiang has reached the late stage. With the black beast beside him, the two are superimposed and their strength is definitely not weak. He can already defeat Long Zheng head-on, plus the three void realms...

boom!

Another shocking explosion, and the huge fortress, which was like black iron, completely opened up a huge hole.

After all, several golden dragons did not block the powerful void powerhouses.

Just as Jiang Weng and his friends were about to take down Long Zheng, a long sigh made everyone feel a little numb.

The voice was almost old enough to be old, but it was tough and terrifying, as if it was in its prime.

An old figure slowly walked down. His body was covered with holes, as if he was injured by a weapon and a sharp blade. The wounds were ulcerated, and some of the wounds had even condensed. His face was extremely cold, like a cast of iron blood. The whole person was extremely old, but only a pair of eyes, calm like a dead sea, without any fluctuations or feelings.

His injuries were extremely simple, but he did not look like a person, but a ghost king or an ancient war god.

The black clothes are as bright as ink, without any momentum, but a kind of blood and energy that makes people feel depressed and want to be disgusted.

"What the hell is this?"

Mr. Ji frowned and looked at the person in front of him. His captivating aura made his heart burst. Sure enough, there are still other backgrounds in the Great Qin Dynasty.

There are countless strong people, and it is understandable that some peerless strong people are retained.

"How did this old guy live to this point without any fluctuations in his life?" Shang Rifan whispered after knocking away the old dragon master in front of him.

"There is no fluctuation, it should be maintained by human blood. Look, does the blood and energy that he has now have a sense of evil? It is condensed by the blood and resentment left by countless people after they die?" Lao Jinwu said slowly.

"That's it..." After hearing Lao Jinwu's words, Shang Rifan felt a little thoughtful, "Can this kind of monster still be considered a human?"

"It is a state between survival and death. Whether it is a human is not that important. However, this kind of monster can maintain its former strength. I think this is the trump card of Daqin." Lao Jinwu said. "But it seems that it is something that can only be used once. After one, it will completely disappear, and there will be no chance of reincarnation."

In this world, there is a saying that reincarnation has existed since ancient times. In recent years, it was proposed by Emperor Huangquan. However, now, powerful warriors can smash human souls and make even the reincarnation become a bubble.

"I remember something. Will the crazy massacre of the Daqin masters in the Taoism be related to this person?" Shang Rifan hugged his shoulders, looked at the figure of the old man above, and said slowly, "After all, the things back then were in a turbulent situation."

"Maybe, I didn't expect that Daqin would do such a thing as killing a chicken to get eggs. If he was to prolong his life, it would be clear." Lao Jinwu said slowly.

Although he was talking, the old Jinwu's eyes were always frozen on Long Zun to prevent Long Zun from taking action or escaping. Although Lao Jinwu's strength is strong, Long Zun is not weak either.

"By the way, can you recognize who he is?" Shang Rifan asked again.

"He?" Old Jinwu nodded when he heard this, and then turned his head to the old man. His old face was almost decaying like a dead tree. After careful examination, the old Jinwu paused, "Long Zhantian."

"Thousands of years ago, the first guardian of the Qin Dynasty was rumored to have survived for only two hundred years. But now, it seems that even if he dies, he will be hung with magical medicine and blood donation by the Qin Dynasty for the last breath." Old Jinwu sneered, "But I have to say that this Qin Dynasty has done a good job in utilizing waste."

"Did you see the burn on your chest? It was my work. I came to my Great Zhou without knowing the height of the sky and earth to kill my Great Zhou Emperor's son..." the old man said slowly.

Waste utilization...

Shang Rifan was a little powerless to complain.

Shang Rifan has never seen such a powerful waste in the whole world.

Even if he is already half a human and half a ghost now, his strength can be comparable to that of a void realm.

Even in the void realm, his strength is not low.

"Just one should not be enough." Old Jinwu also frowned and said. "Let's fight quickly. At least, let's kill the Dragon Lord first, and then consider the others."

Shang Rifan nodded, and then a stone tablet slowly emerged in his hand. The stone tablet has always been on the top of Yujing Mountain. Shang Rifan rarely took it out. Now, there are not so many concerns. He just wanted to give his senior sister a breath. The Snow Country was destroyed and frozen for thousands of miles. The Qin Dynasty has always been strong, but Xuanmen did not pursue it at that time.

It shouldn't be sure to kill all the people. The eldest sister has long lost the desire to compete for hegemony and just wants to guard the snow mountain to the death. However, Daqin has never let go.

The stone tablet hit Long Zun's body, and the scales on Long Zun's body almost stood up. He felt an unprecedented sense of crisis. He wanted to struggle but was locked firmly. This time, his soul was rising.

The stone tablet gradually enlarges from far to near...

A shocking scream came out, and the entire dragon body of Dragon Lord disappeared.

Shang Rifan was also surprised, but his face was not revealed. After receiving the stone tablet, he knocked it left and right. There seemed to be nothing wrong. But how could the body of Dragon Lord disappear?

After thinking about it, I stopped studying it. When I returned to Xuanmen and took it to the teacher, I could tell at a glance.

However, the hundred-foot golden dragon disappeared in an instant, which made people turn their eyes from the dragon fighting the sky.

The next one is Long Zheng.

Shang Rifan hesitated slightly. Long Zheng's life and death had nothing to do with him, but if Long Zheng really died, the world would probably be even more chaotic.
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