The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

At this moment, Dionysus’ rough face was filled with an extremely ugly look. He really didn’t expect that his "Ferret Sacred Art" would be broken by Yin Luo with the sound of such a holy way. NS.

If it weren't for Yin Luo's holy way, the ferret he had condensed could tear the sacred mountain of flames to pieces.

Of course, even though it is said, Dionysus is just thinking about it. After all, although Yin Luo is only a fourth-grade holy realm, he is also a strong holy realm, Dionysus Although he looked very contemptuous on the surface, he was still very wary of Yin Luo in his heart.

However, as long as the ferret can touch the Flame Sacred Mountain, it is enough to cause a certain impact on the Flame Sacred Mountain.

Even if Yin Luo would use holy arts to deal with ferrets through the Flame Sacred Mountain, then ferrets could also be used to consume Yin Luo's holy power.

After all, the strength of the holy power is related to the maintenance time of the holy elephant and the display of holy arts.

As long as the ferret can greatly consume Yin Luo's sacred power, that is enough.

What Dionysus never expected was that Yin Luo actually used the sound of the holy path to hypnotize his ferret, causing his ferret to dissipate on its own, so that Dionysus’ wishful thinking was straightforward. It fell through.

Thinking of this situation, Dionysus was extremely angry, very angry.

Especially, it was ridiculed by Yin Luo.

So this is a great shame for Dionysus!

shame!

Great shame!

Dionysus, with a haughty temperament, naturally did not want to be mocked by a mere mere mortal.

Although Yin Luo has already broken through to the holy realm, but in the eyes of Dionysus, even if he reaches the holy realm, he is still a mortal!

Mortals are mortals, and in the eyes of Dionysus, these mortals are just slaves in the eyes of their gods!

It's ridiculous that a slave wants to step on the top of their master's head!

At the moment, Dionysus was extremely angry and grinned, his rough face was full of coldness, and then he made a cold voice in his mouth, and said with a cold voice: "You think you have broken this god. With a holy technique, do you really think that you can defeat the original god? Are you naive to think?"

Hearing the words of Dionysus, Yin Luo smiled faintly, and there was no fear of expression on his pretty face. He just looked at Dionysus quietly and said softly: "It just broke your saint. Surgery, I don’t think I can beat you yet, but you are wrong about one thing. The idea of ​​defeating you is not naive at all. You are destined to be defeated by this seat."

"Interesting, really interesting!"

Dionysus let out a heavy grunt, his eyes revealed a deep cold look, and then a deep roar slowly uttered in his mouth: "Since you are so confident, then Take the trick of this god!"

"The **** wants to see how you took this trick of the god!"

Accompanied by the sound of this sound, Dionysus slowly stood up from the throne, and then an extremely terrifying aura spread across his body, and then his palm slowly moved forward. When he reached out, his five fingers opened, and there was a drastic change in the entire "Carnival Feast".

Immediately afterwards, the many people at the banquet who reveled in wine, chanted poems, and sang and danced all turned into sacred powers, which quickly gathered in the palm of Dionysus, and then a sacred path. The force is quickly intertwined, forming a magic scepter.

When the scepter was condensed, the extremely powerful energy fluctuations spread out, causing the entire world to vibrate violently, as if to be torn apart.

At the moment, Dionysus looked at Yin Luo in the distance, and said coldly: "Lord of Rongzhou, stupid mortal, now, let you see the strongest holy technique of this god. How terrifying is Vaillant!"

"Accept God's punishment!"

Accompanied by the sound of Dionysus's mouth, he raised the magic scepter high, and immediately threw the magic scepter with a "bang".

"Bacchus!"

"Om!"

The Bacchus scepter was shining with an exceptionally flaming light, flowing with golden brilliance, exuding a flaming energy aura, and then the entire space burst out extremely terrible energy fluctuations, wherever it went, the void broke apart. The cracks are like a black python entrenched, hideous and terrifying.

Immediately afterwards, when the Bacchus rod fell down, its volume gradually became more swollen, reaching a height of a thousand meters, covering the sky and the sun, and it hit the Flame Sacred Mountain fiercely.

Right now, Yin Luo's delicate and beautiful face showed a very solemn expression, the eyes in his beautiful eyes became extremely bright, and at the same time he thought to himself: "It looks like this should be Dionysus. The last holy art of..."

"It's just that this holy technique is really big..."

Looking at the falling Bacchus scepter, Yin Luo couldn't help but let out a sigh, because the energy fluctuations emitted by the Bacchus scepter were indeed terrifying, and this energy fluctuation also contained a strangeness. The power of rules seems to want to draw you into an atmosphere of intoxication.

This is the power of Bacchus's holy way, it will be filled with thick banquet temptations and temptations, and will pull you into the endless abyss.

It's just that if you want to use such a illusion to confuse Yin Luo, it makes Yin Luo feel that this is simply a joke.

After all, Yin Luo is also a powerhouse in the Holy Realm no matter what, how could he be easily bewildered by such an illusion?

However, the power erupted by the Dionysus Scepter really made Yin Luo's whole heart dignified.

However, as of now, she can only bite the bullet.

At the moment, Yin Luo bit his lip, then raised his jade hand, Jieyin quickly.

Along with Yin Luo's continuous changes in the seal of both hands, a beautiful and calm voice resounded in her mouth.

"The Flame Hand!"

"Boom!"

At the moment, the many mountain passes of the Flame Sacred Mountain spewed out lava, the lava turned into a dragon, intertwined in the void, and the dragon was mighty.

Immediately, these molten fire dragons merged together, forming a giant hand of thousands of feet, which firmly shrouded the sacred mountain of flames, and then faced the Bacchus Scepter.