Chapter 812: Extreme

From Han Xiao's ascent of the Tower of the Revenant Soul to the ascent of the two hundred steps, it was only about a quarter of an hour in total, and this speed naturally stunned the people of the Dark Dragon Clan.

You must know that it took a whole day for the young master of the Dark Dragon Clan to ascend the two hundred steps, and when he tried to continue upward, he was immediately shocked out.

Over the past hundreds of years, the Shadow has broken into the tower countless times, but it has never been able to take a step forward, which shows how terrifying the will of the dragon in this tower of the dead soul is.

Two hundred and one steps!

Han Xiao stepped on the steps of the third floor, and suddenly felt the coercion of the Dark Dragon's will soar again.

Ten times over!

Sure enough, it's ten times more!

Sweat began to drip from Han Xiao's sideburns, and his physical strength was rapidly consumed, if it weren't for Han Xiao's evil dragon body, the recovery ability and the power of divine consciousness in all aspects of his body were strong to the level of a pervert, I was afraid that he would have already collapsed from exhaustion at this moment.

"Roar!"

Han Xiao let out a low roar, and the dragon-shaped phantom behind him also let out a roar like piercing the clouds and splitting the sky at the same time, and a domineering momentum slammed violently, and the speed soared sharply, climbing up frantically.

Three hundred!

Four hundred!

Level 500!

Han Xiao broke through the three-story tower one after another, and at this time, the coercion of the Dark Dragon's will on the steps was already 100,000 times the original 100,000!

"Five hundred steps!" The Netherworld City Lord looked at Han Xiao inside the gray light curtain, his eyes flickering, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The long march of thousands of miles is finally halfway through!

When Han Xiao stepped on the five hundredth steps, the coercion of the Dark Dragon's will became even more terrifying, the entire space seemed to become distorted, and his speed finally slowed down.

Under the terrifying pressure, the skin on Han Xiao's body surface was actually directly cracked, and the fine blood streaks spread all over the body, and under the penetration of sweat, the hot pain spread, that kind of taste, how sour and refreshing.

"Tick-tock!"

Sweat mixed with blood, dripping down the dark steps of the Tower of the Dead.

"That's only half the story, and it's far from my limit!"

The primeval evil dragon is the supreme of ten thousand dragons, and when it encounters the oppression of the will of the dark dragon, it naturally arouses the unyielding will of the primeval evil dragon.

Although the current Han Xiao is still very weak, he adheres to the will of the immortal dragon king of the primeval evil dragon, and he will definitely not allow him to fall in front of the will of the dark dragon.

Han Xiao's eyes, with an incomparably resolute look, gritted his teeth and continued to move forward.

Six hundred steps!

Seven hundred steps!

Eight hundred steps!

Han Xiao burst into a puff and crossed three more towers in a row, and the blood qi in his body seemed to have been evaporated, lingering around his body, like a purgatory Shura.

The dragon-shaped phantom behind him, under the will of the furious dark dragon, became like a wheat seedling in the wind, constantly swaying and flickering, as if it had reached a critical point and was about to collapse at any time.

"Whew...... Call...... Whew......"

Han Xiao gasped heavily, only to feel that the terrifying will of the Dark Dragon seemed to have turned into sharp blades, constantly cutting through every inch of muscle in his body.

He stood firmly on the eighteenth steps, all the muscles of his body were torn apart, and he was wearing a white robe, which had been scratched in all directions, and was stuck to his body due to the penetration of blood, and he looked like he was wearing a blood-colored cloak.

"Poof!" Han Xiao spat out a mouthful of blood, forcibly endured the double exhaustion from shooting you and the spirit, and raised his head to the sky and roared.

As if he felt his unyielding will, the dragon-shaped phantom behind him that was almost about to collapse actually condensed a few points again, and the golden and red rays of light were intertwined, like two divine dragons flying in the sky, rising to the sky, and the light shone on the heavens and the earth, sprinkling on Han Xiao's body, making his state recover a little.

But the endless will of the dark dragon continued to consume the dragon-shaped phantom, as if it was returning to the light, only to hear a long roar of sorrow, the dragon-shaped phantom actually completely collapsed after the last outburst and retracted into Han Xiao's body.

"Poof!"

The moment the dragon-shaped phantom collapsed, Han Xiao spewed out another blood arrow.

The will of the Netherworld Dragon Emperor is really not to be taken lightly!

He gritted his teeth, tore off the robe stuck to his body with his backhand, and threw it away, revealing his sturdy upper body.

Han Xiao's figure is relatively weak, but his sturdy streamlined Ji Rou has an unparalleled visual impact and sculptural beauty, as sharp as an axe and a chisel.

It's just that his body is crawling with large and small blood-stained scars, and there are several deep wounds that can be seen in the bone, which is shocking.

On the top of the eight hundredth steps, the oppression of the will of the Dark Dragon had reached a level that was enough to destroy the Void Immortal powerhouse.

And Han Xiao was just a martial artist at the pinnacle of the Creation Realm, and it was only with the power of the bloodline of the Ancient Evil Dragon that he could get to this point.

But this step is basically the highest level that the evil dragon essence blood can make him reach.

"I ...... Have you reached your limit?" The corners of Han Xiao's mouth were overflowing with blood, and his whole body was trembling.

With the collapse of the dragon-shaped phantom, Han Xiao felt that he was about to be crushed by this violent will of the dark dragon, and he could no longer lift his footsteps.

"Eight hundred steps! keep coming up!" The patriarch of the Dark Dragon Clan, looking at Han Xiao, who had turned into a bloody man, couldn't help but cheer for him.

The astonishing will displayed by Han Xiao had completely convinced them.

"City Lord, he seems to have reached his limit. Elder Netherworld gritted his teeth and turned his head to look at the Netherworld City Lord.

Although Han Xiao had already reached the incredible eight hundred steps, if he didn't climb to the top of the Tower of the Revenant, he wouldn't be recognized by the Netherworld Dragon Emperor, and naturally he wouldn't be able to take the Stygian Dragon Clan's holy relics on it.

"Hmm. The other old man with white hair nodded and said in a deep voice: "Indeed, this kid's dragon vein qi has collapsed, and if he continues, he will most likely die on it." ”

The Netherworld City Lord looked at Han Xiao in the light curtain, and pondered for a long time before slowly spit out a few words, "Wait a little longer." ”

"City Lord, this son is still only at the peak of the Creation Realm, and he can reach the eight hundredth step, as long as our Dark Dragon Clan does our best to improve his cultivation, he will soon be able to reach the peak of the Heavenly Mandate Realm, and his divine sense and will power will be greatly improved, and at that time, if he breaks into the Tower of the Revenant, he should be nine out of ten. ”

Elder Shenheng paused, and then opened his mouth to advise: "Please ask the city lord to agree, and his subordinates will rescue this son." ”

"Yes, Father, he has reached the limit, and besides, after being promoted to the Three Realms of Nirvana, it is indeed helpful to break into the tower. "Stygian couldn't help but be a little worried, after all, the will of the Dark Dragon on the Tower of the Dead Soul is not long-sighted, and there are not a few descendants of the Dark Dragon Clan who died inside.

Since he was the prophesied man, he would not die easily. The Netherworld City Lord slowly closed his eyes and said lightly, "Wait a little longer." ”

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