After Xuanwu and Qinglong vacated their hands, the King of Qin attacked, Lu Tianyou and Yang Luoqi were defeated one after another, and other soul-squeezing generals were also stunned. Recommended: The new work of the master Xiao Qian: "Six Traces: Ten Thousand Sects Chaotian Lu" mobile reading http://m.mei-/0_1/ In the end, only Xiang Kunlun and his dead generals led a group of fallen soldiers in the Great Chu to resist stubbornly.

"Xiang Kunlun, haven't you surrendered yet?"

Wang Dali held the Xuanwu shield and looked at Xiang Kunlun with his broken armor and blood on the corner of his mouth. Behind him, Yu Ziqi had lost his arms and Long Qi had a lame leg. Several considerable scars appeared on the white tiger's snow-shiny fur.

"You have also seen that your subordinates are not in danger of their lives. If you surrender, you can still be the commander of the Hall of Heroes."

"If you live as a hero, you will also be a hero in the ghost! Since Xiang Yu has never surrendered, how could I, Xiang Kunlun, be defeated?"

Xiang Kunlun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and held the Shuangyue Fangtian Ji tightly in his right hand. Although he was in a desperate situation, his fighting spirit was even better in his eyes.

"It's just a pity that my plan died before I could even start. This enchanting country is still not as good as me, Xiang Kunlun."

"I wish to die for King Xiang!"

The four generals behind him all spoke, turning into violent spiritual energy and Xiang Kunlun into a ball, igniting the last spark in his life.

"Let's decide the outcome!"

The Xiang Kunlun people walked with the halberd and injected all the spiritual power in their bodies, including the four generals behind them, into the halberd. The other people's halberds were united, forming the most violent and direct shock wave, facing Wang Dali.

"Human Spiritual Technique-Breaking Array Overlord Spear!"

"The Second Style of Hercules Fist!"

Putting down the shield in his hand, Wang Dali swung his fist within one tenth of a second, and then closed his fist. The shock wave "bo" produced by Xiang Kunlun with his life was like a soap bubble being shattered, his meridians were broken, and he opened his dark eyes and fell to the sky and the ground.

On the edge of the battlefield, through the Spiritual Word Box, Wang Dali swept across the Hero Hall, the Sixth Knight of the Kingdom Organization, and the deputy captain of the Oriental Boss Team, Aizen Huyousuke lifted the glasses on his nose, suppressed his shock and said to the video communicator in his hand.

"Captain, are we really going to fight such a monster?"

"I can't afford to offend you."

Anziwuergong on the other side of the display quickly shook his head and said speechlessly.

"Who made the plot go wild and created such a monster? Our main mission this time is probably going to fail."

"It's okay, captain. The failure of the main mission is not impossible to recover."

Aizen Kusuke's face had a smile as always.

"This Wang Dali should be the strongest person in the world of Soul-Sheng Street, please, captain. Do you think he wants to go and see the wider world outside?"

"You mean recruiting him to be our teammate"

Anziwuergong's red eyes flashed like a jewel, and he pondered.

"You can consider it, try to get in touch first."

...

The Ming Palace is the center of the power of the spiritual realm. Eight titular masters of the spiritual realm and the spiritual realm - the new Da Yutian, who inherited his father's position more than ten years ago, lives here.

"Ming Palace, we are back."

Qinglong looked at the scene that had been in front of him for more than four hundred years, but it seemed that he had not changed much, and his heart was turbulent.

The defeated leaders of the Heroes Hall were left in place by Wang Dali, and the other party had no intention of escaping and was waiting for the final result.

After getting closer, Jin Lingzi sniffed his nose and frowned and said to Wang Dali.

"Master, I feel the spiritual power of the Wheel-Rolling Divine Bead, and someone is urging it."

Qinglong added on the side.

"The Wheel-Rolling Divine Pearl is said to have the power to command endless Yin soldiers. As long as there is spiritual power supply, it can generate Yin soldiers, which is quite difficult. Four hundred years ago, we were blocked by too many Yin soldiers, so we failed."

As soon as he finished speaking, many lined up ghost soldiers appeared in the Ming Palace. They were all wearing heavy armor, tall, holding axes, guns, and hooked axes, and their power was even better than the undead of Xiang Yu's just now.

"Xuanwu, shield."

Wang Dali stretched out his right hand, and Xuanwu, who had just turned into a human form, became a shield again.

"You are following me. Some of the ghost soldiers are vulnerable."

He lowered his head slightly, hid his head behind the shield, and his legs formed a phantom like he was stepping on a hot wheel. Countless ghost soldiers were pushed forward by him with the Xuanwu shield, like dominoes, one row fell to the ground.

The ghost soldiers who were pushed to the front were the worst, and even their eyes were about to stand out.

Jin Lingzi guided the way beside Wang Dali. Wang Dali was as invincible as a tank driving into a flock of sheep. He soon rushed to the depths of the Ming Palace, where the eight spiritual historians were located.

In this other hall, the imperial spirit historians are injecting spiritual power into the center of the wheel-turning bead in the Bagua direction. One after another, the Yin soldiers are generated from four directions in the southeast, west and north. Their eyes are glowing green light, and they have no consciousness at all, but they are just the purest weapons.

"It's all evil spirits, so dirty that I can't even see my body clearly."

Wang Dali glanced at him, but his words did not make these spiritual Shishu, who changed his expression, swung his fist directly.

"The Third Style of Hercules Fist!"

The fist was majestic, like a comet falling in the sky. The eight spiritual masters did not expect that Wang Dali would take action after a disagreement, and hurriedly showed his magical powers and used all his strength to resist.

Some people use spiritual power to hedge, some people take out treasures to protect their bodies, some people wave their weapons to fight back, and some people even transform into four monsters.

But this scene lasted only for one second. After one second, they, who were originally the dead, were impacted by the blazing yang energy in Wang Dali's fist, and their bodies melted like ice and snow, and their souls were scattered.

Wang Dali put down the Xuanwu shield, put away the control of the Imperial Spirit History, and no longer created the wheel-turning god beads of the Yin soldiers. After solving the Imperial Spirit History, there was only one remaining target.

The innermost floor of the Ming Royal Palace is the nameless palace where Da Yutian lives.

"The person who comes stops!"

Da Yutian's personal bodyguard, Qi Zuo and Su You, blocked the door one left and one right. There was also a big dog covered in white hair on the side.

"You guys go back."

Da Yutian, who was as tall as Jin Lingzi, placed his hands behind his back and walked out calmly from behind them.

"yes!"

The Qi Zuo Envoy and Su You Envoy nodded without hesitation and were full of loyalty to Da Yutian.

"The spiritual power around the body is pure and the eyes are clear, which is good."

Compared to the Imperial Spirit History, whose soul was even blackened, Da Yutian gave Wang Dali countless times better. He touched the top of the boy's head and was photographed unhappily by the other party.

Da Yutian tidied up his clothes and tried his best to show his integrity in a small adult manner.

"Although you defeated the spiritual realm, I am not bullied by others! Take action."

"The little guy is quite stubborn."

Wang Dali smiled and ignored the anger on Qi Zuo and Su You.

"You can still be your Great Heaven, but the system of the spiritual realm needs to be changed."

"How to change"

Da Yutian did not get angry and said childish words like "I don't listen to you"; nor did he show his expression of surviving the disaster, but just looked at Wang Dali in confusion.

"Kid, have you heard of An...Parliamentary system?"
Chapter completed!