Dragon Yuan plus system, I, Emperor Shi Tian, ​​sweep across the heavens

Faced with this violent attack, Emperor Shitian's mouth curled up into a cold arc.

He didn't even make a move to block, but just raised his head, and his eyes, filled with endless fighting spirit, stared directly at the purple divine thunder.

The powerful force of thought penetrated his body, like an invisible giant hand that suddenly grabbed the thunder in mid-air!

“What?!” The Ice Lord’s eyes almost popped out.

Use the mind to forcibly pull the divine thunder?

how can that be!

"I'll return your things to you." Indra said indifferently, and his mind changed.

The violent purple divine thunder drew a strange arc in the air, and suddenly changed direction, slamming towards the Fire Lord who had just stabilized his body at an even faster speed than when it came!

The Fire Lord was shocked and angry at Emperor Shitian's strength. He had never expected such a sudden change. In a hurry, he could only cross his arms in front of his chest to protect it.

"Boom!"

The purple lightning exploded, and the Lord of Fire let out a scream. He was blown backwards, his body was charred, his clothes were torn, and he looked in a miserable state.

He glared at the Thunder Master angrily and shouted, "Lei Wuxie, what are you doing!"

"Brother Huo, no..." Lei Wuxie was speechless and his face turned the color of liver.

He is the master of thunder and a powerful Saint Emperor, but he can't even control his own thunder magic. Who would believe it if he told others about it?

In this moment of chaos, something strange happened.

In the center of the arena, the ancient mark of the God of War suddenly burst out with an unprecedentedly dazzling light, and a towering shadow slowly condensed into shape.

He was wearing tattered armor and his face was blurred, but his supreme will to dominate the world and fight against heaven and earth made everyone present feel palpitations and even breathing became difficult.

"A hundred moves have passed, and you are still fighting. You are all ants."

A voice that seemed to come from eternity ago resounded in everyone's heart, majestic and vicissitudes.

"This is the place where the God of War inherits his legacy, not a place for you to risk your life... Only those who truly inherit my will can move forward."

Before he finished speaking, the entire suspended arena began to collapse violently!

Huge rocks fell off one after another and fell into the endless void, along with the broken battle flags, which were swallowed by the darkness.

The Fire Lord and others were horrified and tried to find a place to stay, but they found that there was nothing except the small space under their feet that was quickly disappearing.

Amidst the chaos, only Indra looked calm.

He saw that behind the shadow of the God of War, a staircase made of pure light was slowly extending upwards and sinking into deeper darkness, as if it was the only path leading to the divine realm.

"The trial of this level is over, and the true inheritance has begun."

Without any hesitation, at the moment before the arena completely collapsed, Indra took a step forward and landed steadily on the first step of the Stairs of Light.

He turned around and saw the faces of the Fire and Lightning Lords and others twisted with despair and anger. He heard their unwilling roars and the roar of the world completely collapsing beneath their feet.

Indra withdrew his gaze and no longer paid attention to the noise and destruction behind him.

He looked up at the bottomless staircase. Under the guidance of the system, the fighting spirit in his body was resonating wonderfully with some higher-level will emanating from the staircase.

He could feel that with each level up, this resonance would become stronger, and the benefits he would gain would be immeasurable.

This staircase leading to the unknown seems to have no end.

And he had just begun.

Indra moved forward firmly, the fighting spirit surging in his body almost condensed into substance, forming a vague and majestic shadow behind him.

In the air, the power of the God of War's will that had dissipated from the previous step remained, and was being greedily absorbed and refined by him.

With every additional energy he absorbed, the power in his body became stronger, and the "core" in his body that was transformed from the fighting spirit became brighter and brighter.

There are a total of one hundred levels of inheritance.

The moment he stepped onto the last step, the terrifying pressure that almost crushed his bones suddenly disappeared, as if it had never existed.

Indra's tense body relaxed and he almost staggered.

He gasped for breath, and the pure yet cold and thin spiritual energy poured into his lungs, bringing a stinging pain.

There is no light here, but it is not completely dark.

In front of us is a palace whose magnificence cannot be described in words.

The ancient bronze palace door stood open, like the throat of a giant beast, swallowing up all light and sound.

Inside the hall, giant obsidian pillars that require dozens of people to hug reach up to the dome. Carved on the pillars are countless tragic battle scenes of gods and demons roaring and stars falling. A faint aura of murderous intent flows through every scar, and just looking at it makes Emperor Shitian's soul ache.

The entire space was filled with an ancient smell mixed with rust and dust, which was the smell left over from a battlefield that had been silent for eternity.

His gaze passed through the dark hall and finally stopped at the high throne in the deepest part of the hall.

On the throne, there was a figure sitting upright.

The figure was wrapped in a set of complicated and gorgeous black and gold armor. Every part of the armor was shining with a cold metallic luster. The golden divine patterns engraved on it flowed slowly like living things, exuding a terrifying aura that suppressed the heavens.

Even if it just sits there quietly, it seems like an eternal sacred mountain, which makes people involuntarily want to worship it.

Indra's heart skipped a beat the moment he saw the figure clearly.

A familiarity and throbbing from the depths of his soul almost made his blood freeze.

Just as he was staring with bated breath, the figure on the throne moved.

Under the hideous helmet covering the face, a pair of eyes that had been closed for eternity slowly opened.

What kind of eyes are those?

There were no pupils, no whites of the eyes, only a pure golden flame that seemed to be burning the entire universe.

Reflected in the golden flames were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the changing of eras, and endless battles and loneliness.

However, what struck Indra as if struck by lightning was not the eyes but the face!

The armor and helmet slowly faded away, revealing a face with sharp edges, sharp eyebrows, and bright eyes, as handsome as a sculpture of a god.

Is this the true appearance of the Supreme God of War, Hong? He looks too young!

The Tower of War God contains all the war gods since ancient times. There are countless powerful ones, but war gods also have strong and weak ones.

The level of war gods is usually 1-9 stars. Above stars, they are the strongest war gods (Supreme War God, Supreme War God)

The most powerful war gods are all perfect chaos saints, and each of them is invincible in the world. However, the most powerful among them is the Supreme God of War, Hong!

According to legend, Hong was the most powerful god of war. During his lifetime, no one in the world could rival him. Even the Supreme God King in the God Realm was defeated by him.

Unexpectedly, he actually saw Hong’s true face. This opportunity was really great.

This is only the 102nd floor!

Is there any conspiracy behind this?

Indra's mind was racing, his entire body was on high alert, with chaotic divine power surging through his meridians, ready to launch a thundering attack at any time.

"You finally came……"

Hong's voice echoed in the empty palace.

The voice was not loud, but it was like thunder from the nine heavens exploding in Emperor Shitian's heart.

Every word was filled with supreme majesty and the murderous solemnity of iron horses and swords, which made his blood boil and his soul sway.

"I've waited too long."

The moment the words fell, a vast fighting spirit that could not be described in words, like a galaxy bursting through a dam, swept out from the body of the figure in the black and gold armor!

This fighting spirit is not an energy impact, but a pure pressure of will.