The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

The tip of the spear covered with ice came out from a section of wooden stakes, and the evil spirit entwined on the stakes disappeared instantly, but there was no vitality for a moment, and then the stakes shattered. Cracked.

Ao Lie pulled out the horned dragon spear, and his eyes were full of icy looking at the scene in front of him. There is no slight fluctuation in his expression.

This was already the third true celestial cultivation base monster beast killed by himself along the way. Looking at the mist spreading around, Ao Lie smiled slightly and said, "Sure enough, as my brother said, this mist was gathered because of monsters."

Seeing that Ao Lie ended the battle, Ao Moang looked towards the depths of the fog, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and said: "It's just ahead. This Lingwei wave seems to be for the Golden Immortal, but I don't know the specific repair Why."

"I'll know at the meeting." Ao Lie said with a smile. Then slowly began to condense Longwei on his body, coldly looking at the direction Ao Moang was pointing.

Just as the two were about to start their hands, they saw a demon power erupting from a distance in an instant, and the rich demon power was mixed in the aura and spread out from the depth of the fog.

Ao Moang and Ao Lie were startled for an instant, and hurriedly set up a barrier in front of them to keep the demon's mighty out.

At this time, Ao Lie looked at the spreading demon power with a somewhat puzzled expression. After hesitating for a long time, he said with some uncertainty: "Could it be that it has disturbed the other party?"

"What about the alarm, I was here to find someone. If this person is suitable, I will take it back to the Zhenxi Dragon Palace anyway." Ao Moang snorted, then the dragon surged on his body, stepping out, facing the spread. Demon might come.

"Who came from?"

A clear and beautiful voice came, with a weak tone, and I couldn't hear the mood at the moment.

Ao Moang clasped his fists in his hands, and said coldly, "Zhenhai Dragon Palace, General Ao Moang under the seat of the Dragon Throne. Dare to ask who is your Excellency?"

The voice came, and after a long time, a voice came from the depths of the fog: "Zhenhai Dragon Palace? Never heard, what is your purpose in coming here, to kill the beasts all the way, without any relief."

Ao Moang narrowed his eyes. The monster in the depths of the thick fog didn't even know the existence of Zhenhai Dragon Palace. Could it be that he was the same retreat demon like the Nine Spirit Yuansheng?

Thinking of the bamboo basket, Ao Moang secretly made preparations in his heart, and said loudly: "Your Excellency, I don't know what that means. Could it be that I waited in this thick fog and waited for them to kill me?"

"Hmph, now that you have come in, you have to be prepared for this kind of death, do you still want to go out alive?"

The voice came out, listening to the tone, it was obvious that he should die in this thorny ridge as a nourishment.

Ao Moang's eyes were cold, and he sneered: "What a myth, since this is how General Sha killed them, it wouldn't hurt the heavens."

As soon as the voice fell, I saw Longwei burst out of Ao Moang's body, and the power on his body rose steadily, golden light appeared in his eyes, staring at the depths of the dense fog.

"Your Excellency, it doesn't make much sense to pretend to be a god, since you have said so, try to make this general nourishment."

I saw the red light flashing from the Immortal Slaughter Knife in Ao Moang's hand, immediately let go, and slashed towards the depths of the thick fog, relying on the Long Wei on the knife to temporarily split the thick fog in front of him.

The shining red Xianxian Dao continued to show its power all the way, suddenly the blade stagnated, and a huge pale green barrier appeared in front of the Xianxian Dao, blocking it tightly and it was difficult to advance.

Ao Moang's eyes shrank suddenly, and he looked at the green barrier in the distance with a puzzled expression, feeling a little puzzled. My own Immortal Slaughter Blade is a congenital spirit treasure, and it is reasonable to say that it is not so easy to be blocked, but the scene in front of me tells myself that his Immortal Slaughter Blade is indeed blocked.

"Sure enough, he has some ability to block this general's magic weapon, and he can't dare to speak out for nourishment."

Ao Moang's eyes were cold, and his hands stretched forward. The dragon power in his body instantly rushed to the place where his hands were embracing. The dragon power condensed, but in a moment, a pale golden swimming dragon formed.

Although the dragon was small, the dragon's might on his body was not low, and he let out a dragon roar, and saw the dragon shoot out in an instant, rushing towards the far-flung sword. The Slaughter Immortal Sword was entwined instantly since the hilt was surrounded.

I saw the wandering dragon wrapped around the sword body, his figure gradually faded, and he was completely submerged in the blade body in the blink of an eye. A dragon roar sounded out of thin air. At this time, a golden dragon faintly appeared on the blade body of the Slaughter Sword. A powerful dragon erupted from the Slaughter Immortal Blade.

"Roar!"

The golden light on the Slaughter Immortal Knife exploded, and it suddenly slammed forward, and the green barrier that blocked the Slaughter Immortal Dao suddenly shone brightly, and it was tightly resisted, not allowing the Slaughter Immortal Dao to advance.

Ao Moang frowned, looking at the green barrier in the distance, frowning, this thing seemed more difficult to deal with than he thought.

With golden light surging in his eyes, Ao Moang gradually appeared behind him at this time, and the power of the Immortal Slaughter Sword in the distance was constantly rising. Obviously Aomoang intends to break through this barrier head-on.

At this moment, in the thick fog in the distance, several vines suddenly stretched out and rolled towards the Immortal Slaughter Blade that was on the barrier.

A sarcasm flashed in Ao Moang's eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, watching the vines curling up his Immortal Slaughter Blade. Not moved at all.

When the vine rushed towards the Slaughter Immortal Blade, he did not encounter any resistance at all, and easily entangled the Slaughter Immortal Blade.

As if he thought it was successful, the vines couldn’t wait to roll Ao Moang’s Immortal Slaughter Knife far away, but Ao Moang was not stupid. He watched his magic weapon snatched away, which was rewarded by the Dragon King. , More important than his own life.

"Insufficient greed, can you grab the things of this general?"

Ao Moang snorted coldly, and saw the vine-entangled Immortal Slaughter Sword suddenly burst out with a red light, and the large amount of dragon power released instantly tore the vines entwined on the blade.

I saw that the released dragon power instantly gathered together, and under the blessing of Longwei, it gradually condensed into shape, and a huge red dragon head phantom was released from the Slaughter Sword.

The powerful Longwei was released from the dragon head, a pair of dragon eyes stared at the green barrier in front of him, the mouth of the dragon opened, and a dragon roar suddenly sounded.

"Roar!"

The powerful sound was mixed with endless Longwei, and rushed towards the green barrier in front of him. Trying to completely tear the barrier in front of him.

It's just that the barrier is not simple, it just fluctuated there and then flashed a strong light again, blocking the moves performed by Ao Moang's condensed dragon head.

Seeing multiple attempts without breaking the green barrier, Ao Moang couldn't help but wonder, what exactly is the origin of this green barrier, it is so tenacious, even if not even a crack is torn open, it is really him. Moang was puzzled.

At this time, Ao Moang became more and more interested in the mysterious figure in the barrier, and no matter what, he had to capture this man back to plant a tree for the Dragon King.

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