Chapter 273: Killing Little Thunder King

"You deserve to die!"

A fierce light flashed in the gray giant god's eyes, and a gray thread surged between his eyebrows, directly transforming into a strange demon eye filled with a strong murderous aura.

"Desolate demon eye!"

The demon eye cracked, and a dangerous gray beam of light suddenly shot out of the eye, tearing through the void rapidly.

"Damn it, Lin Dong, do you really think that I, the little Thunder King, am easy to bully?!!"

Looking at the attack that came quietly like a maggot on the tarsal bone, Lei Qian's body shook, and violent lightning arcs surged wildly on his body surface, and the surging thunder elemental power evolved into a sea of ​​thunder hanging in the dark void.

"That's... the Thunder Emperor's Classic? One of the three great classics of the Yuan Sect?"

"Lei Qian has pulled out his trump card, and this battle will soon have a result."

"The Desolate Demon Eyes, like the Great Desolate Body, is also a palace-level martial art of the Dao Sect's Desolate Palace, and it is no worse."

There was a commotion in the crowd. Some people with extraordinary eyesight had already recognized the martial arts used by the little Thunder King, and they all suppressed their shock and continued to watch.

"The Thunder Emperor's Classic, the Spear of Destruction!"

As the seals on Lei Qian's fingertips changed rapidly, a silver lightning spear that was a hundred feet long was compressed and rushed out with waves that made people's scalps numb, and it collided fiercely with the gray beam that tore through the void.

"Puff! Chi Chi Chi!"

The two beams, one gray and one purple, collided with each other, representing two forces with completely different attributes, madly eroding each other to the best of their ability. There was no earth-shattering collision sound, but it seemed as if the whole world had fallen into a strange stillness.

"Bang!!!"

Even though the gray beam tried its best to corrode the huge lightning spear that turned into a hundred-foot lightning, it still dissipated unwillingly in the world due to insufficient energy.

"Hu~Hahaha, Lin Dong, what can you do to me? I have the Thunder Emperor Scripture, one of the three great divine scriptures of my Yuan Sect, to suppress myself. What about you? Where is the Great Desolate Scripture of your Desolate Palace? Take it out!!"

Seeing this, Lei Qian let out a long breath of turbid air, and then pointed at Lin Dong and laughed wildly.

Heaven sees pity, since the beginning of the war, he finally blocked a move of Lin Dong and disrupted his attack rhythm. Next, it's time for him, the little Thunder King, to launch a counterattack!

"I have never seen such a strange request."

The gray giant god who stepped on the ground suddenly knelt on one knee, lightly touched the ground with his right palm, and chanted softly: "Come down! Great Desolate Scripture!"

"Boom!!!"

As soon as the voice fell, the earth suddenly began to surge violently, and a weird wave quickly spread wildly from its center to the surroundings.

"Buzz!"

Under the cover of this strange wave, the red land quickly turned dry and yellow, the earth cracked, and the power of the entire world seemed to be drawn away by some inexplicable means, and the desolate breath gradually spread to every corner of this world.

Ten miles, twenty miles, thirty miles..., ninety miles!

In a blink of an eye, the large area of ​​​​the flame basin was transformed into a desolate land by the strange wave, and it was no longer as vibrant as before.

The monstrous desolate power roared out from the ground like a volcanic eruption, and all gathered in the gray giant god's body, quickly pushing its breath up.

"Great... Great Desolate Sutra? How is it possible? Since Zhou Tong, no one in Dao Sect has been able to master the Great Desolate Sutra for hundreds of years!"

Lei Qian's mouth opened dejectedly, full of horror.

"The Great Desolate Scripture, the first of the four great scriptures of Dao Sect, has actually been published. Will this sect competition really repeat the grand occasion of a hundred years ago, and will Dao Sect completely suppress Yuan Sect?"

"It's incredible. Dao Sect is going to rise. This person is the next Zhou Tong!!"

The first show of the Great Desolate Scripture in front of many super sects in the Eastern Xuan Region completely shocked every sect team present, and many strong men rushed to tell each other.

It's worth the trip! It's really worth the trip! !

"Then, now it's available!"

The gray giant suddenly raised his head, and in Lei Qian's extremely shocked eyes, he grabbed down with five fingers.

"The Great Desolate Scripture, the Great Desolate Prisoner Heaven Hand!"

A desolate hand emitting endless ancient aura suddenly stretched out from the void. Above the ancient giant hand, there was a vague figure standing with his hands behind his back, as if he was above the heavens. It was a top ancient power who came across the long river of time.

"No! Thunder Emperor Canon, Thunder Demon Prison!!"

Facing the great terror of life and death, Lei Qian frantically pinched the seal, and the sea of ​​thunder behind him instantly went into a state of rampage. Indistinctly, a Thunder Prison that could suppress the heaven and earth was quickly taking shape.

The desolate hand that rumbled down and suppressed covered the sky and the sun, and for a moment it was trapped in the Thunder Prison that was like a quagmire, and fell into a stalemate.

"Hmph! Shatter!"

The vague figure that seemed to have sensed something suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out a slender hand and pressed down lightly, with a hoarse and vicissitudes of life.

"Bang!!!"

The ancient hand filled with desolate power seemed to be instantly injected with soul, and the mighty Thunder Prison trembled slightly, and then turned into nothingness in Lei Qian's extremely ugly eyes.

Lei Qian, who was hidden in the Thunder Prison, did not even have time to scream, and was instantly grabbed and exploded by the ancient hand in those shocked eyes.

"Boom!!!"

The aftermath was waving, the world was twisted, the terrible shock wave spread wildly, and directly printed a palm print hundreds of feet long on the huge basin below.

The Little Thunder King, one of the three little kings of Yuanmen, died!

"......"

The field suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

The sect competition has not entered the final stage yet, and the three little kings of Yuanmen have been suppressed by the chief of Dao Sect? This kind of shocking secret has not happened for hundreds of years.

It's over! Something big has happened! Yuanmen and Dao Sect are going to go to war!

At this moment, I don't know how many elders of the sect changed color, and immediately pulled their own teams back frantically.

"Lin Dong! You dare to kill my little thunder king of Yuanmen! You deserve to be killed!!"

With a roar like a wounded beast, Yuan Cang held an iron sword and stepped on the powerful Yuanli light column, launching a fatal attack on the thin figure on the field who had just exited the gray giant god state.

"Hahaha, Yuan Cang, let me meet you!"

Before Yuan Cang approached Lin Dong, a slender figure with rich Yuanli had already rushed over, and collided with countless moved eyes.

"Boom!!!"

The Yuan force surged wildly, and both figures retreated seven steps in midair before they stopped. This person's cultivation was not weaker than Yuan Cang at all.

They were both in the small success stage of Shengxuan Realm!

"Chen Kui, you dare to stop me, you are looking for death!!"

The angry Yuan Cang stepped on the ground, and a torrent of Yuan force surged out, even forming a roaring Yuan force ocean behind him.

"Since it is a fair fight, life and death are determined by fate, so how can there be any sin?"

Chen Kui, wearing a ghost mask, stood with his hands behind his back, confronting without showing any weakness.