Shengang, one of the twelve thrones!

The Taoist protector of the Guangming Academy.

This is a man who truly stands at the top of the world. His light shines and his glory is covered with glory. I don’t know how many legends he has left behind.

Even if time passes, it will be difficult to erase his style and reputation.

No one expected that this supreme existence would appear here, and would come to the ages and break through the sky.

"Shen Gang... This is the Shen Gang..." Wang Qiong trembled.

Since the Twelve Thrones disappeared, the whereabouts of those legendary members have almost never appeared in the world.

They are like dragons hiding, hiding in the world, and it is a great opportunity to see any of them.

"Shen Gang! This man finally stepped out of the Guangming Academy!"

The Skin Overlord and the Qianqiu Tribulation Lord looked at each other, and both breathed a sigh of relief, and a hint of surprise appeared on their faces.

For them, the Divine Gang is still an existence that is enough to look up to.

"Master, I haven't seen you for many years, and your style remains the same!" Shen Gang whispered.

He was wearing a wide robe and was not like a monk, but rather like an ancient wise man.

The prison master's eyes slightly condensed, his expression was alert, and he was no longer as relaxed as before.

"Where is Qin Xiaojiu? You are here alone, I'm afraid you won't be able to see enough!" The prison master sneered, and his breath kept rising.

"Prison Lord, times have changed!"

The sloping sound came slowly like a gurgling stream.

Rumble...

Suddenly, the earth collapsed and the terrifying figure disappeared in the sky.

He suddenly appeared in front of the prison master and punched him out, and time and space seemed to be still.

The Prison Lord fell like a big star, flying out, and the space turbulence surging and shattering.

"Has the little guy from that time grown to this level?" the prison master shouted sternly.

Chains rose into the sky, like a evil dragon reviving, showing its hideous "fangs" and shooting towards the divine aura.

Such power directly shattered the void and poured backwards, as if it wanted to swallow everything.

Buzz...

The body of the Divine Gang shook, and it shone with a transparent luster. It didn't hide or avoid it and stood up.

The terrifying chain whipped at him, picking up thousands of fires, but it couldn't hurt him at all.

"Damn..."

This scene was astonishing as if it were a rock. Not to mention Wang Qiong, even the Skin Overlord and the Lord of Qianqiu Tribulation were stunned and his eyes almost fell out.

How terrifying is the power of the Prison Lord?

The heavy chain contains the most terrifying power of destruction. It can easily break the body of the master of the Spirit Furnace Realm, and the space cannot be stable. It is as strong as a muscle overlord and cannot bear it even if he is known for his strength. He is almost directly shattered.

The divine wind is light and clouds are light, and he actually resists directly?

How terrible is this?

"How...how can it be so strong...Is this the strength of the Twelve Thrones?"

"Outstanding... He no longer belongs to the human level... It's so terrible!"

The Qianqiu Jie Lord and the Skin Overlord looked at each other, and both saw deep fear in each other's eyes.

Rumble...

Suddenly, in the ruins, the figure of the Crazy Bald soared into the sky, and his crimson arms were covered with red magma, and he shone with a hideous luster like armor.

At this moment, the sky thunder flashed, like a ferocious beast in the world resurrecting, overwhelming the world.

Bang……

The mutated arm suddenly blasted out, the surrounding terrain was annihilated, and the space was distorted.

The divine weapon took one step and was also a punch.

Rumble...

Two figures collided together, the sky was twisted, the entire prison was in turmoil, the ocean roared and waves swept, just like the end of the world.

In an instant, the heaven and earth were filled with the aura of destruction.

Everyone is like rootless duckweed, letting the wind and rain sway, and it seems that they will be buried at any time.

Even masters like Qianqiu Tribulation, Jimbo King, felt the ultimate danger.

"The power at this level is simply ruining the world." Wang Qiong couldn't help but be shocked.

If the power of the dragon vein had not penetrated the Jue Prison, it would have long been transformed into ruins.

The sky is broken, the earth is sinking, the sea is shaking, all spirits are gone...

Even if Wang Qiong reaches the level of a dominant person, it is impossible to say that fists can break mountains and feet can break rivers.

However, whether it is the Prison Master or the Divine Gang, their power has reached a level beyond the limit of human life. Every move and every move is not fancy, but it can already influence the rules in the dark.

Their power is no longer easily bound by the time and space of this dimension.

"Shen Gang, why don't you do it with all your strength? Could it be that you are afraid of affecting the boy's understanding of the mysterious skills?"

Suddenly, the prison master smiled grimly, and a cunning luster reflected in his eyes.

Rumble...

The divine aura punched out and shook the thunder. His body became brighter and brighter, with infinite light flashing, like the glass of the sun, neither born nor destroyed.

"Hahaha...that kid's surname is Wang..."

The Prison Lord laughed, he stood still, his body turned into darkness, like a mingling abyss, devouring everything.

This is the burial place for all beings and the destination of all spirits.

All the gods and ghosts of heaven and earth fall into it.

The demons in all directions are like entering purgatory.

The thunder thunder slammed into the abyss-like body, and the latter squirmed gently and swallowed it.

"Qin Jiu should have killed you back then!" Shen Gang said coldly.

"You didn't expect...I took this step too!"

Rumble...

Endless darkness spread out from the prison master like mist.

It keeps wriggling, like a dark night attacking, filling the world.

In a blink of an eye, the entire prison was about to be swallowed up, the mountains collapsed, the rivers trembled, and even the dragon energy began to leak, drilling into the terrifying body.

"Is this... the body merges with the world... he actually has come to this point?"

The Master of Qianqiu Jie and the King of Skin Overlord could not believe it.

After being sealed for so many years, the prison master's strength has not yet regressed, but has actually gone further and reached the legendary level.

"This old guy is so fierce? No... I seem to feel a familiar aura." Wang Qiong was inexplicably shocked.

At this moment, he had reached the critical moment of evolution, but his mind was mostly attracted by the battle above the priest.

The power of the Prison Lord is beyond imagination and his form has changed.

Hiding in the darkness, it seems to have turned into an abyss and swallowing everything.

Such a method is incomparable to any superpower and the Yan Soldier.

"Shen Gang, you should know that the same spiritual furnace is like a separation between heaven and earth. If you don't take all your strength, you'll die here."

The Prisoner laughed wildly.

The abyss is coming, and the darkness is boundless. The extremely vicious people are all swallowed, crushed, refined, and annihilated like evil ghosts who have fallen into hell...

Those sins that originally placed their hopes on the prison master were not even too late to call.

Until their death, they did not expect that the tyranny and terror of the Prison Lord was far above them.

Rumble...

The dark abyss is like the endless night, as if it is about to swallow the entire prison.

It seems that this is the essence of the Prison Lord.

The abyss is like a prison, which rulees all living beings. Here, he is the supreme lord.

“That’s…”

Wang Qiong was in a state of turmoil and saw a familiar phantom rising and falling in the endless abyss.

It was a piece of iron with rust and cracks all over his hands. It was exactly the same as the one in his hand.

But there is a number engraved on this iron piece: 13.

"Damn..."

Wang Qiong roared in his heart and almost jumped out.

Rumble...
To be continued...