Chapter 1558 The Sixth Prince's Invincible Style
"Is this the Spring and Autumn Tyrant Body? It's really powerful. Li Chunqiu, although you are the enemy of Ghost Gate, I have to say that you are indeed amazing. Your method is terrifying in every sect!" The Sixth Prince's eyes shone with divine light.
On him, there is a domineering aura flowing, and the power is shocking. Compared with it, the domineering intention of the Domineering Divine Dynasty is nothing.
At this moment, the Sixth Prince's ghost power is madly agitated, and the dead ghost tattoos all over his body are spread out by the Spring and Autumn Tyrant. He stood there, and it seemed to become the center of the world.
And the Sixth Prince is the only overlord in this world!
The Sixth Prince clenched his fist, and the power of Spring and Autumn Tyrant shook, and the void was shattered one after another, and it could not be stopped.
"Spring and Autumn Tyrant, hey, what a Spring and Autumn Tyrant!" The white-haired ghost messenger's voice was a little complicated.
The old ancestors of Ghost Gate still remember this power, and it is a fear engraved in their bones.
"Hmph, that Li Chunqiu, when he was young, he killed his way into my Ghost Gate and cut off the six reincarnations. At that time, the domineering power of Chunqiu was just a prototype. After he reached his peak, he triggered the great catastrophe of Chunqiu. His domineering power swept across the eight wastelands and then entered my Ghost Gate again, carrying the Ten Kings of Hell to join forces and kill Yin Tianzi."
"Even if he was defeated in the end and was killed by the Ten Kings of Hell after being seriously injured, he was still honored in defeat."
The Sixth Prince whispered, his eyes flickering.
Even if he was an enemy, he hated it very much in his heart, but he had to admire Li Chunqiu's record, and his heart was surging.
"Sixth Prince, you got Li Chunqiu's Spring and Autumn Dominant Body. I believe there will never be another Li Chunqiu in the future who can kill my Ghost Gate, let alone twice!" The white-haired ghost messenger laughed.
I am very satisfied with the talent and ability of the Sixth Prince.
The internal competition at Ghost Gate is actually very fierce.
For example, the Sixth Prince was given this title not because he was the sixth oldest, nor because he was the sixth strongest, but because he was born in the Sixth Palace and stood out in the competition of the Sixth Palace.
Among the many sons of King Biancheng, he was the most outstanding and powerful one, so he was given the honorific title of the Sixth Prince.
And only those who get this honorific title can compete for a higher position.
Command the entire Ghost Gate!
The White-haired Ghost Envoys are Ghost Gate strongmen who are optimistic about the Sixth Prince and choose to stand on the Sixth Prince's side.
This is a kind of merit from the dragon, and they should do their best to assist the Sixth Prince and help the Sixth Prince ascend to the supreme throne!
The performance of the Sixth Prince made the White-haired Ghost Envoy very satisfied. The Sixth Prince actually got such a difficult Spring and Autumn Tyrant Body, and he took it in a crushing manner.
The Sixth Prince may be the one who can stand out among the ten princes!
The Sixth Prince smiled proudly. The power of Ghost Gate and the power of Li Chunqiu are all in him. What other power can compete with him?
"There is only one Li Chunqiu in this world, so naturally, there is no need for a second Chunqiu Tyrant Body!" The Sixth Prince's eyes turned cold and he spoke coldly.
There are quite a few people who entered the Chunqiu Dojo this time, and those who can travel here are not weak.
Such an opportunity cannot be missed, and they also want to try to practice the Chunqiu Tyrant Body.
Of course, most of them cannot succeed, after all, the Sixth Prince's talent is extremely rare.
But the Sixth Prince does not want to give anyone a chance. This Chunqiu Tyrant Body only needs him to be able to use it!
The white-haired ghost nodded slightly, and the fierce light was revealed in the ghost fog.
Kill anyone who has the hope of cultivating it, naturally, there will be no second person to use the Chunqiu Tyrant Body!
"Kill!"
Almost instantly, many ghost messengers and the Sixth Prince himself moved, and they took ruthless actions to directly kill those who tried to master the Chunqiu Tyrant Body!
"What!"
"Spare me, I am loyal to the Sixth Prince, and I have no second thoughts!"
"No!"
"Ghost Gate, you are so cruel, you actually did such a despicable thing to monopolize the Spring and Autumn Tyrant Body!"
"Sixth Prince, what are you afraid of? Do you dare to say that you have an invincible heart of Taoism!"
The roars came one after another, and all those who made progress in the cultivation of the Spring and Autumn Tyrant Body were strangled. To this day, all parties have suffered huge losses, but the power of Ghost Gate has been roughly preserved intact.
Almost no one can resist the power of Ghost Gate!
Kill, kill to the point of being scared.
No one dared to study the Spring and Autumn Tyrant Body anymore. Everyone stopped and formed an alliance in anger, wanting to fight against Ghost Gate, but they dared not to take action.
"Tear!"
The Sixth Prince tore a strong man apart with his hands, blood splattered, and the Sixth Prince enjoyed it very much.
He took a deep breath and said happily: "Not bad, not bad, the power of the Spring and Autumn Tyrant Body is stronger than I expected. At the top of the twelfth realm, I should have no opponent!"
The Sixth Prince just tore apart an old strong man at the top of the twelfth realm, and his fellow disciples did not dare to fight back at all, and could only stare at the Sixth Prince fiercely.
Because they were afraid.
The invincible posture of the Sixth Prince made them feel fear from the bottom of their hearts
The Spring and Autumn Tyrant swept across, bringing despair and powerlessness.
The Sixth Prince is already invincible, and no one can stop his rise!
"Sixth Prince, are you determined to cross the river and destroy the bridge?" A strong man roared angrily.
He is the top combat power of the great sect at the extreme of the twelfth realm, and it is too difficult to kill him.
"Senior, don't mind, I just don't want anyone to cultivate the Spring and Autumn Tyrant Body again, why bother yourself?" The Sixth Prince stood with his hands behind his back, like a king.
He smiled slightly, full of disdain, "In fact, you don't have to be so excited. You can't cultivate the Spring and Autumn Tyrant Body. Just give up and follow me to the gate of life. Maybe there will be more luck."
"You don't have to be angry for the power you can't get, or even fight me to death. I'm right, right!"
The Sixth Prince looked around. Many strong men and forces had ugly faces and were furious, but they didn't get carried away in the end. Reason defeated anger.
After all, the Sixth Prince said something right. In fact, almost none of them can cultivate the Spring and Autumn Tyrant Body.
In this way, they can only compromise, but the anger in their hearts will not disappear. The Sixth Prince is so strong and unreasonable. Once he loses power, they don't mind kicking him when he's down.
As for now, this is not an interest that cannot be given up, so they can only tolerate it.
The Sixth Prince saw their expressions and sneered disdainfully. He didn't care what these people thought, because as long as he was still strong, the hatred of these people would only be in their hearts forever.
Each of them had their own thoughts. In addition to being angry, they were also afraid of the Sixth Prince. The Sixth Prince truly showed his unparalleled ability. He was too strong and had great potential.
What would happen if they offended him? Everyone had to think carefully.
In this way, with Chunqiu's domineering aura leading the way, they opened the way to enter the deeper part of the tomb.
This is a huge underground palace, with a rotten air and the sound of swords in the air.
The underground palace is simple, without furnishings, only countless swords inserted in the ground, like a sword tomb.
In the center of the sword tomb, a rotten old man sat cross-legged there.
He seemed to be the owner of the sword tomb, or even the owner of this tomb.
The old servant of Li Chunqiu.
The old servant had died long ago, but in his tomb, he did not lie in the coffin, but sat cross-legged there.
And the most surprising thing was that he carried dozens of swords on his back.
"Twenty-seven swords," the Sixth Prince narrowed his eyes slightly.