Chapter 212 Sixteen-Year-Old Tiangang Reveals His True Identity

What is this place?

Cui Mingyuan's face was livid, his pupils were shaking, and his lips were trembling slightly.

A breath ago, he used the method of summoning gods to attract a breath of the giant spirit god to descend, borrowing a trace of divine power. He thought he could smash the entire strange domain into pieces like a rotten wood. No matter how many layers of space there were, they could not escape the fate of collapse.

Unexpectedly, black fog was diffused and turned into a big bird flying.

The two collided, and the energy soared.

The huge energy fluctuation opened a layer of space, causing him to fall involuntarily. A Tiangang Zhenren could not control his body.

What a big joke!

Accident?

At first, Cui Mingyuan thought it was an accident!

At the beginning, the target person was desperate and attracted the projection of Huangquan's will to fall. Although he was interrupted, the guy had external aid. The external aid took advantage of his unpreparedness and attacked him, but was blocked by the giant spirit god he invited.

The energy collided and tore open a gap in the void.

Therefore, he fell down involuntarily.

However...

Soon, Cui Mingyuan knew that this was not an accident.

There was a sun floating above his head, but half of it was red and the other half was black. The red and black were rotating like yin and yang fish.

It was like a Tai Chi diagram.

Under the sun was an empty wasteland.

In the distance of the wasteland, a big tree rose from the ground and reached the sky. From a distance, it seemed to have reached the sun.

There were several flowers blooming on the tree, colorful and gorgeous.

The distance was a bit far, so the shape of the flowers was difficult to see clearly.

Next to the tree, there stood a three-legged incense burner. After a slight blink of an eye, the incense burner disappeared, suddenly existing and suddenly dissipating.

This was Cui Mingyuan's feeling.

The reason why his face was livid, why his pupils were shaking, and why his lips were trembling...

The reason was very simple, the breath!

The breath that permeated the entire space was domineering but mysterious, masculine but gloomy, omnipresent, enveloping him, making him a little at a loss.

This is a trap!

Cui Mingyuan resolutely turned back and turned around.

Behind him was still the deserted wasteland, there was still a flowering tree standing in the distance, and there was still a faint incense burner.

He had nowhere to escape!

Humph!

Cui Mingyuan snorted coldly.

"Eastern Immortal Green Emperor, the Giant Spirit God, appear!"

The method of summoning gods!

This magical power must be practiced before it can be used. Otherwise, even if your surname is Cui, even if you have the blood of the Cui family, it is impossible to invite the projection of the gods. You must have a pure yang body to be able to withstand the side effects of the projection of the gods.

The next moment, the Giant Spirit God appeared above Cui Mingyuan's head.

He was covered in golden armor, shining with golden light, and holding a huge axe in both hands.

"Come out!"

"Get out!"

Cui Mingyuan shouted loudly.

A trace of divine power spread in the deserted wasteland.

"Hey!"

A long sigh.

Cui Mingyuan turned his head suddenly and looked in the direction of the sound.

The giant spirit god above his head moved in sync with the bull head, and his eyes were also cast there.

A figure appeared!

Nie Wushuang stood several feet away, holding the Seven Mysterious Snow Night Slash, looking at Cui Mingyuan with a faint smile.

"Is it you?"

Cui Mingyuan was dumbfounded.

For a moment, he was stunned on the spot.

In any case, he didn't guess that the person who appeared here was Nie Wushuang. Nie Wushuang was not on his list at all.

Even if it was Gu Yibai, Mu Yuanzhang...

Even if it was his own personal followers, it could be that the lunatics of the Huangquan Secret Sect deliberately set up this trap to deal with him...

Nie Wushuang?

A sixteen-year-old boy?

How is it possible!

However, the facts are in front of us.

This is the truth, the truth that cannot be denied.

"Disha Zhenren?"

Cui Mingyuan narrowed his eyes and asked softly.

Nie Wushuang smiled and shook his head.

"Tiangang?"

This time, Nie Wushuang did not shake his head.

Impossible!

Sixteen-year-old Tiangang Zhenren!

Unless it is the real dragon body of Longting, or the royal family's Tianjiao, otherwise, it is impossible to become a Tiangang Zhenren at the age of sixteen.

The sixteen-year-old Tiangang of the royal family Longting is not achieved through hard training, but is completely the power of the bloodline itself, which is equivalent to the son of the heavenly favor. However, even in these two families, only one person can obtain the heavenly favor. If he does not die, he will be a purple mansion in the future.

Only when he dies or becomes a purple mansion star, will another person be chosen to become the son of the heavenly favor.

Among the nine super-first-class forces, these two families are particularly special and have the most important heavenly favor.

After all, in name, they are the masters of this world of mortals.

The four major clans and the three major sects are all below these two, so only they have the son of the heavenly favor.

The royal family is the lineage of the Eastern Changsheng Qing Emperor, and it is said that they have the blood of the Qing Emperor.

Longting is a real dragon in the world, mastering the dragon vein. It is said that it has existed from ancient times to the present, and it is the oldest inheritance.

The royal family rules the world.

The Dragon Clan is located near Liangjie Mountain. They are the gatekeepers of the human world and are not involved in the cause and effect of the world.

These two families are also related by marriage.

Even if they are from the four major clans or the three major sects, it is impossible for them to become the queen. The queen must be from the Dragon Court.

In short, apart from these two families, even the four major clans and the three major sects have never had a sixteen-year-old Tiangang Zhenren.

In the thousands of years of history of Boling Cui, the youngest Tiangang Zhenren was nineteen years old, three years older than Nie Wushuang.

"Impossible!"

Cui Mingyuan exclaimed.

"You are not human!"

Cui Mingyuan pointed at Nie Wushuang and shouted.

It must be like this!

This is the truth!

Similar to the Heavenly Son of the Royal Dragon Court, this Nie Wushuang must be the projection of the will of the existence hidden in Huangquan, that is to say, he is just a container now, so he has the strength of Tiangang Zhenren just now.

That guy is just a loser!

A waste rejected by the Heavenly Dao!

So what if he borrowed a body?

Even in this strange space, as long as his power is extraordinary, he will attract the attention and rejection of the Heavenly Dao. As long as he persists a little longer, Nie Wushuang's body will definitely collapse and turn into ashes completely.

The power that is not cultivated by himself is ultimately a sand tower in the wind.

If he kills this guy, his merit points will probably explode, right?

In that case, at least he can become a Dharma Real Lord several years earlier.

Cui Mingyuan smiled as he thought about it. At the same time, he raised his hand and chopped at Nie Wushuang from a distance.

The giant spirit moved in sync with him and chopped with his axe.

As he thought about it, Nie Wushuang's figure flashed and disappeared, and the axe chopped into the empty space.

This is his space!

The sun is above, and the aura is shrouded...

Not to mention Cui Mingyuan's every move, even his thoughts can't escape Nie Wushuang's mind.

Of course, it is also a burden for him to put on this battle.

The petals of the seven-star hibiscus are falling, one after another.

To maintain this space, the energy consumed can be said to be huge.

Can't delay!

Must fight quickly!