Chapter 423 Zhou Shan is about to die
The Fu Zhong Ancient Clan snorted coldly and said nothing.
That poisonous needle was no ordinary needle, it was the natal magic weapon of his clan.
Now being controlled by one hand, Zhou Shan's strength is obvious to all.
"let me try."
A person from the Hunyuan Ancient Clan stepped out and came to Zhou Shan.
Raising his hand, Zhou Shan noticed the danger in the opportunity, his hands turned into white jade, and he raised them together.
"Boom!"
His feet sank, and the whole mountain shook and sank three times.
Three sinkings, a hand dropped with three levels of force. The first level caused the mountain to sink by two points, the second level made it sink by four points, and the last level caused the mountain to sink by a full 10 percent, and a line appeared at the foot of Zhoushan Mountain that ran through the entire mountain. Cracks in the mountains.
Finally, Mount Everest cracked open with a loud crack.
The power of just one palm was so terrifying, but Zhou Shan's steps were steady and steady, his back was like a dragon, his muscles were entwined with old trees, and he did not move at all.
He gently retracted his hand and stood tall and straight.
"good!"
A trace of appreciation flashed in the eyes of the people from the Hunyuan Ancient Clan: "Not bad, I approve of you."
Zhou Shan nodded: "Thank you!"
As soon as these two words came out, he pulled up his feet that were halfway stuck on the top of the mountain.
The mountain became half shorter, and the fifteen clans floated into the air and still stood in the same position as before.
"Then let's get started."
Ying Lang spoke slowly, and a new round of treasures were taken out by various tribes.
Ying Lang stretched out his hand, and this time it was she who started again, taking out a golden lotus shoe from under her feet.
Only her left foot was left, and everyone realized that she was wearing no shoes, and now both feet were exposed, as smooth as white jade.
"The prophet is really willing to give it up." A member of the Lushu ancient tribe sighed: "These shoes are extraordinary. They are a famous imprisonment treasure. Once they are bound, they will not be able to escape even to the ends of the world."
Prophet Yinglang nodded with a smile and waited for everyone to take out their own things.
There are fifteen races left, which race doesn’t have some back-ups? Which race doesn’t have treasures?
It can be said that this group of creatures from the Mirror Ruins arrived on a large scale, and the best among the ancient clans are all here.
No one took it.
Everyone's eyes twitched. Are they afraid that the Night Clan will be eliminated early?
"There's no rush." Ying Lang smiled faintly: "There will always be someone who likes it, so please bring it out too."
When she spoke, other ancient tribes also took out things, and the mixed ape tribe took out a horn.
When it is blown, the world can start a war. If it is combined with the sword of King Goujian of Yue, there will probably be a violent reaction.
The Lushu Ancient Clan took out a magic weapon that looked like an antler. It was sharp and had a vague sense of vitality brewing in it.
The Fu Zong Ancient Clan took out an insect slough full of mysterious aura, which actually looked like a living giant.
The Gusigu tribe took out a box with only a piece of grass in it, a piece of grass stained with a little bright red blood.
That blood is incredible!
Everyone can be sure that the background is not small.
Finally, everyone turned their attention to Zhou Shan.
Let's see what else he can come up with.
Zhou Shan didn't hesitate, stretched out his hand and spread his fist.
Nothing at all?
Everyone frowned, thinking Zhou Shan was playing tricks on everyone.
The Fu Zhong Ancient Clan was already disgusted with the human race, but now he sneered: "You still dare to play tricks on us, you are seeking death."
He struck again, this time it was not a poisonous needle, but a knife as thin as a cicada's wing.
The knife is barely visible from the front and should be able to cut through anything.
However, Zhou Shan just raised his palm, and the sword and the Fu Zong clan members suddenly disappeared.
It's not that he disappeared, but that he was captured in Zhou Shan's palm.
"The microscopic way."
Yinglang's pupils narrowed and he saw clearly that there was a small boat in the palm prints.
The moment the Fu Zong clan members touched the small boat, they turned into a microscopic state, destroying everything in their palms.
However, no matter how much damage was done, it would not be able to damage many places, and even the dermal layer was not broken.
"Let go of my people."
A man walked out from the Fu Zhong Ancient Clan. He looked middle-aged and was covered with fine black hair.
Everyone remained calm. Although Lu Gu was not very powerful, he carried the trump card of his clan.
Once used, no one can be sure to block it.
"Give me a reason." Zhou Shan was very strong. He faced a huge ancient clan alone.
"You Fu Chong clan have repeatedly attacked me. Do you really think I have no temper?"
He tightened his palm slightly, as if he was going to crush the Zong clan member to death in the next moment.
Lu Gu looked at him coldly: "Human race, my race is already being merciful by not killing all the races in your era."
"laugh."
Zhou Shan sneered directly: "As long as one of my tribe is still alive, I will not be afraid of your threats."
"snort."
Fu Chong turned his eyes away and suddenly said with disdain: "Then just crush him to death."
"You think I don't dare?"
Zhou Shan looked ferocious, but he found that Fu Chong was calm and looked at him with a half-smile.
"You, the Fu Chong clan, are so indifferent?"
He looked fiercely, this trip was about risking everything, and he had to be fierce in order to gain a place.
However, the performance of the ancient tribe was a bit beyond his expectation. They were not afraid of the death of their own tribe.
Can't be threatened?
He pressed hard with his palms, really trying to kill the Zerg people.
With a soft sound, the Fu Zong clan members died completely.
However, the Fu Chong clan still didn't move, looking at him with a half-smile.
"It seems that you are not qualified to be on an equal footing with us."
Lu Gu walked towards Zhou Shan and said, "Then you'd better die. What you have on you is just what we deserve."
The greed in his tone disappeared in a flash, and there was definitely more to Zhou Shan than that.
The microscopic nuclear boat aroused his desire.
"There are so many races here, are you going to break the rules?"
Zhou Shan suppressed the horror in his heart and said angrily: "There are sixteen clans here. Your clan is special and you still want to dominate?"
"Where did the sixteen tribes come from here?"
Lu Gu looked at him with a sneer: "Are you considered a race?"
"Are you worthy of being among us?"
Zhou Shan glanced around, already looking a little pale.
"Why don't you say anything? Do you want to watch him break the rules?"
"You can break it today, but he can break it tomorrow. Are the rules still called rules?"
However, everyone looked at him expressionlessly, and Ying Lang shook his head: "I thought you and I knew a similar race, but in fact they are very different."
She chose to ignore it, but Lu Gu had already taken action.
The first time he took action, Zhou Shan felt chilled, knowing that he might not be good today.
He shouted, "Xuan Jade Armor Body!"
In an instant, the white jade color swept over his body, and he met Lu Gu with a hard blow.
After the blow, the two of them each took a step back, and the space on one side of Lu Gu was torn apart and exploded.
That was the aftermath of the energy he was beaten back. This time, in this brief confrontation, Luo Gu lost.
However, the latter was calm and said calmly: "Let's go together."
How many people are there in the Fu Zhong Ancient Clan here? There were twelve figures, and Zhou Shan was immediately surrounded by them.
"Boom!"
They took action together, and there was a shocking explosion. No matter how strong Zhoushan Xuanyu's armor was, he could not withstand so many attacks. He immediately coughed up blood and suffered heavy injuries!
Seeing that the second round was about to come again, Zhou Shan looked pale and his plan failed.
He kept scanning his surroundings, looking for a way to escape.
In the distance, Chen Banxian sighed, Zhou Shan was only seventeen years old.
As a child, I took things for granted and didn’t know the cunningness of the ancient people.
Today's is a bit short, I'll review it