hey demon

Chapter 125

The sky is snowing, the color is pitch black, and hatred is imprinted on the world.

Seeing the huge dragon claws constantly clenched in the void, the hearts of countless people in Jinyang City were raised. This is not a good omen.

Huh, the cold wind howled, and an inexplicable chill rose from the bottom of his heart, freezing his mind. Inside the dragon claw, he felt the increasingly terrifying chill, and Zhao Wushuang resisted with difficulty.

"Using hatred as a guide not only freezes the body, but also erodes the soul. It seems that I really underestimated this old dragon."

With a layer of black frost on his body, Zhao Wushuang resisted the erosion of hatred with the help of the power of Huoyan Mountain.

"But that's all."

Sensing the changes in Li Yanque, Zhao Wushuang was determined.

In the next moment, a loud cry sounded, piercing the sky, and the long-preserved volcano erupted, and red flames swept across the surrounding area. Yellow and white colors appeared in it, and the pitch-black dragon claws were instantly melted, and even the long-standing hatred in it Also disappeared in an instant.

Sensing such a change, the expression of the Seven Profound Dragon Lord changed drastically.

Boom, the temperature in the sky rose sharply, and the dark clouds that stretched for nearly a thousand miles evaporated instantly, and the white air waves swept across the void.

Dancing in the sea of ​​flames, wearing a mountain crown on his head, bathing in the flames, and his whole body is full of evil spirits. At this moment, Li Yanque is very similar to the legendary Suzaku, and his cultivation has soared from 5000 years to 7000 years.

And the breath around him was completely integrated with Li Yanque, and Zhao Wushuang, who was holding a bright silver gun, was like a god in the fire.

"Old Jiao, if you still have the body of a flood dragon, I might be a little more afraid of you."

"But you turned into a ghost, lost the nature of a dragon, and no longer have the ability to control the water veins of Yanbo Lake."

"Today I want you to be destroyed."

Killing intent burst out from the pitch-black eyes, and Zhao Wushuang swung the spear in his hand again.

At the same time, Li Yanque let out a long cry again, triggering boundless flames, which condensed at the tip of Zhao Wushuang's spear, and the bright silver spear also sprouted bursts of brilliance.

Feeling the sense of crisis coming from the dark, like a light on his back, not daring to be careless, the Seven Profound Dragon Lord plunged into the water and fit into the Qingjiang River, wanting to borrow the power of the entire Qingjiang River, at this moment it is the Qingjiang River.

And at this moment, the sea of ​​flames dissipated, Li Yanque's powerful aura began to fall, and a bean-sized flame appeared on the tip of Zhao Wushuang's spear. It was divided into three colors, red, yellow, and white. At that moment, the void began to twist.

Qianlong in the abyss, seeing the three-color flame clearly, the soul of the Seven Profound Dragon Lord was terrified, and he fled to the bottom of the river desperately.

There is a different fire between heaven and earth called Samadhi, which is born together with the spirit, energy and spirit that wanders between heaven and earth. Everything is burned, and the spirit, energy and spirit of those in it are all destroyed. In the end, only the body and spirit can be destroyed.

It is rumored that this kind of flame can even be burned by gods. Although the flame that Zao Wou-ki condensed is not the real Samadhi fire, at most it is just a prototype, but it is not the fairy god in the legend.

The divine light between the brows was shining brightly, locked on the Qixuanlong Lord's aura, his expression was indifferent, Zhao Wushuang shook the tip of the spear.

The flame fell, leaving an obvious trace in the air, and finally fell lightly into the Qingjiang River.

Compared with the mightiness of Qingjiang, this little bean-sized flame is insignificant, but when this little flame really fell into the river, the entire Qingjiang River boiled.

The vast fog rises, and the three colors reflect the bottom of the river. The water surface of the Qingjiang River drops at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it is accompanied by the wailing of the dragon.

The chill burst out, and he wanted to freeze the river, but in the next moment, he was completely burned by the samadhi fire.

At three moments, under the gaze of countless people, the mighty Qingjiang River was burned dry, exposing the dry and cracked riverbed. At this time, the little Samadhi fire was extinguished due to exhaustion of power.

"A way to replace death?"

Falling down, Zhao Wushuang found a broken dragon's tail at the bottom of the river following the induction between the air mechanisms.

Phew, the breeze blew, and this section of the dragon's tail was turned into ashes.

"The head was beheaded for the first time, and the tail was broken this time. It really amazes me that he can escape and ascend to heaven like this."

"But do you think you can really survive this way?"

The yin spirit came out of his body, sensing the energy between the heaven and the earth, locking the position of the Seven Profound Dragon Lord, and driving Li Yanque, Zhao Wushuang immediately chased after him. The pungent bloody smell lingered on his body, which was the manifestation of killing intent.

After suffering this loss, the Seven Profound Dragon Lord must be more cautious. If he missed today's opportunity to beat the dog in the water, it will be very difficult to kill it in the future.

And such a big monster with great hatred and strong strength will definitely bring a lot of trouble to the Dali Dynasty.

"I didn't expect that the Dali Dynasty would send Dongli King Zhao Wushuang to Pingyang County."

There was a sound of exclamation, and after Zhao Wushuang left, the figures of two ghost girls, one black and one white, appeared quietly. Although they were standing there, no one found their trace.

"That's right. Among the four kings of Dali, the king of Dongli is the most murderous. He is a real killer. The most important thing is that he has cultivated into a flaming mountain. It really surprises ghosts."

Hearing what the female ghost in black said, the female ghost in white also spoke.

"I don't know if Lord Qixuanlong can escape his pursuit."

Thinking of the Dragon Lord who cut off his tail to survive, the female ghost in white added, a look of worry flashed in her eyes.

Hearing this, the female ghost in black shook her head.

"It's just a deal. His life and death has nothing to do with us. He wanted to swallow us before."

They had long guessed that the Dali Dynasty might send a Yinshen real person to Pingyang County, but they didn't know who the other party was or whether they had arrived.

So they helped the Seven Profound Dragon Lord out of trouble, which not only allowed them to have one more ally, but also used him as a guide to test the reaction of the Dali Dynasty.

As they expected, the Dali Dynasty indeed recruited a real Yinshen, but what they didn't expect was that it would be Dongli King Zhao Wushuang.

"It seems that the Dali Dynasty really wanted to exterminate those wild people, so they let this killer do it."

"Let's go, it's time for us to bring the news back, maybe the ghost mother will reward us this time."

After collecting the breath left on the battlefield and confirming that there was no missing information, the female ghost in black spoke again.

Hearing this, the female ghost in white nodded, and a look of expectation flashed in her eyes.

This time, they not only successfully released the trapped Seven Profound Dragon Lord, but also got the important news that Zhao Wushuang had cultivated into the Flame Mountain. The ghost mother must be happy, and it is normal to have a reward.

Take out something like a token, the ghost power flows, the figure of the black and white ghost woman slowly disappears, and a shadow of the red building is engraved on the token.

In Jinyang City, standing on the cloud head, looking at the dry Qingjiang River outside the city, Zhang Chunyi remained silent.

Compared with the monks in the scattered world, the monks in the real world really have a bit of a godlike appearance, and they can burn rivers and rivers with every gesture. This method is no different from a fairy in the eyes of ordinary people.

"Inner scene, inner scene secret method."

Watching the battle between Zhao Wushuang and Qixuanlong Lord from a distance, what touched Zhang Chunyi the most was Zhao Wushuang's control of the interior scene.

No matter in terms of cultivation or experience, Zhao Wushuang was inferior to the old Jiao Qixuanlongjun, but he easily defeated him, and even forced the opponent to keep on trying to survive. Power beyond boundaries.

"I also master interior locations, but my utilization of interior locations is too inefficient."

"I need to develop the inner scene secret method very quickly, so that I can live up to my background."

Thoughts turned in his mind, Zhang Chunyi thought a lot at this moment.

　Jiageng will write tomorrow, and I can't finish writing today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)