Beginning to win the big elder

Chapter 271 Dragon Slaying
The blood curtain opened, and Jiang Wei'er walked out with light lotus steps.

Suddenly, she looked nervously at another blood curtain, and said solemnly: "Xinghe, you have already formed an alliance with a fallen person?"

"Well, it is said that his name is King Shura. He has been suppressed by Old Ghost Xin for many years, and I can't communicate with him normally." Amidst the voice, a black handsome figure emerged from the bleeding screen. Although he still had the appearance of a ghost, he had undergone many changes.

First of all, he was much smaller in stature, with five thick braids trailing behind his head, each with a green skull attached to the end.

These skulls were completely silent before, but now their eye sockets are glowing, and they all make a cry.

Then, black scales appeared on his body surface, and the overall shape looked more powerful and explosive.

Finally, there was a change in the eyes, viciousness and hostility were about to overflow, Chen Xinghe knew something was wrong just by looking at the eyes.

"King Shura, is he still alive?" Jiang Wei'er was extremely shocked, obviously knowing the origin of King Shura.

"Roar..." The black ghost raised its head to the sky and roared angrily, venting the anger that had been suppressed for many years, at this moment Qinglong rushed over.

Chen Xinghe didn't escape far this time. After moving for more than twenty miles, he felt the world behind him collapse, and everything was collapsing and whimpering.

King Shura drove his anger to attack the green dragon madly, Jiang Weier performed the resting method of the Emperor of the Underworld, and the two strong men who were tried thousands of years ago appeared on the stage at the same time.

This time is very critical, Chen Xinghe sat down holding a dragon ball plate, and shouted in his heart: "Go."

At this moment, the dragon ball is honest, all the power has died down, and the purple ribbon fairy clothes have really driven away the flames, and will no longer burn or damage.

He stepped onto the Duoshe Passage, approached Qinglong Divine Soul in an instant, sacrificed the flying sword without saying a word, and entered with a single blow.

"Ang..." Qinglong's soul was so painful that his movements froze, allowing two thousand-year-old birds to seize the opportunity and slapped him hard.

Chen Xinghe had already retreated along the Duoshe passageway, he stepped on the Duoshe passageway again, and raised his flying sword to attack for the second time.

The sound of the sword's sound invaded cheerfully.

This sword is a little sword spirit of Qing Suo Jian. She was very resistant to the new owner who destroyed her body before, but this time she has put her resistance behind her, because there is a huge dragon energy in front of her, and she is riding a fire with Qinglong on the lotus sword Great fit.

From the perspective of the sword spirit, as long as one-tenth of the dragon's energy is cut off, the dragon ball can be refined. When the time comes to practice on the basis of the dragon ball, you will soon be able to break free from the old stereotypes, change your face and march towards a higher realm.

Qinglong screamed.

With his early stage cultivation of Jindan, if he hadn't been suppressed and weakened by the suspected existence of Jindan Dacheng, and even the Dragon Ball was injured and robbed, why would he be afraid of these two foundation-building Dacheng ghosts in front of him?
The really scary thing is that a tingling pain is constantly exploiting the soul, if it is usually this little hidden danger is not worth mentioning, if it is now...

Qinglong was furious, most dragons are tough, he held back the severe pain from his soul, and launched a devastating impact on the two little bugs.

King Shura resolutely launched a wave of hostility, the deepest, the darkest, the most evil, the most evil!
This hostility contained all the torture he had endured in the past 900 years, and the deep hatred in his heart finally found a breakthrough.

"Boom..." There are layers of illusions in front of Qinglong's eyes. These illusions are real. He is undergoing thousands of times of torture, but there is still a tingling pain in his mind. cut off.

Jiang Wei'er made a formula with both hands, resolutely devoted 300 years of hard work, formed the Seal of the Emperor of the Underworld, and threw it at the Qinglong Nilin.

"Crack..." The impact of this seal was terrible, every nerve of Qinglong trembled, as if falling into hell in an instant.

Chen Xinghe just seized the opportunity to break into the dragon soul of Qinglong's supervisor's memory, first feel the same experience, spy on the memory, and search for its fatal weakness.

In a trance, a weak green dragon was born from its shell.

There are a total of twelve dragon eggs in the dragon's lair, four little dragons have broken their shells, and are frantically biting the huge thigh of the spirit beast. He is the fifth child.

"Ow..."

The fifth baby uttered the first immature dragon cry after breaking the shell. It sounded a little weak, but it didn't matter, as long as he ate food, he would have strength.

He also joins the bite, eating more and faster.

In the end, the four dragon eggs failed to break their shells as scheduled, and they were regarded as "deadborn", and eight immature dragons began to grow.

These memories are irrelevant, Long Wu only remembers when he came out to play when he was a child, and the sixth sister was taken away by the golden-winged roc, who was the only female dragon among the eight little dragons.

Unfortunately, it was the first time my mother took the seven brothers to hunt, and the seventh brother was accidentally killed by a jeweled horn bull.

In the long years that followed, an elder brother died, and finally five little dragons grew up, leaving the mother dragon to establish their own family.

But the barren and forbidden land is too dangerous. Those damn golden-winged rocs often hover above his head, forcing him to think of ways to improve his strength. Have experience.

He majored in Dragon Five, a real fire of the dragon clan. In order to improve this real fire, he worked hard for many years to collect dozens of flames, and finally practiced a dragon ball with the fire phoenix stone as a carrier at the age of three hundred.

I thought it was awesome now, but unexpectedly, my elder brother Fei Huang Tengda, who lives in Donghuang, has cultivated into a four-clawed black dragon at this age, completely covering up the brilliance of his fifth dragon.

That's all, what's hateful is that the female dragon that Long Wu likes so much actually followed his elder brother, and she showed signs of becoming obsessed in a few times of practice under anger, and a cancerous tumor grew on the third dragon's spine.

When Chen Xinghe saw this, he immediately exited his memory, and exited the passageway to seize the house.

The sword spirit cheered happily. In the [-] breaths of time just now, she got one-fifth of the opponent's dragon energy, and she can already drill into the dragon ball to extract the dragon flame.

"Ang..." Qinglong was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of his own dragon's breath regardless of the cost. King Shura and Jiang Wei'er couldn't take it anymore.

From afar, he saw black smoke coming from two figures, and before Chen Xinghe arrived, they had turned into blood and returned to the dagger.

After spitting out the dragon's breath, Qinglong felt that his strength had plummeted, and suddenly there was a thunderstorm behind him.

"Kacha..." The flames and lightning came out together, and what he couldn't accept the most was that Dragon Ball turned his back on him and followed him to help others.

Just as Qinglong was about to clean up this weakest bug, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The poison, the cancerous tumor he hid in the dragon's spine burst.

For a long time, the anger was unbearable on weekdays, and the accumulated fire poison, heart poison, demon poison broke out in an all-round way, and the dragon body fell to the ground and twitched non-stop, and turned into rolling in a moment.

"Ooooh, ooooh..." Qinglong was in agony.

Chen Xinghe waited patiently, because he knew that the vitality of dragons was tenacious, even if they were destroyed like this, it was still dangerous.

Two hours later, Qinglong passed out several times and was dying.

Not enough, continue to wait.

After another two hours, Chen Xinghe opened the distance instead, and opened the channel for seizing the house again.

When he faced Qinglong's soul directly, he felt relieved.

That tumor was indeed deadly, the poison of the heart and the poison of the devil co-existed, and the damage was extremely huge. After four hours of hard work, no matter how tyrannical the dragon soul could bear it.

(End of this chapter)