The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

The spear pierced through the body with blood, and the ugly monster looked at the young general in front of him with an incredible face, blood was vomiting in his mouth, and his demon power was also rapidly losing.

"Who, who are you?" After exhausting his last strength, the monster asked in horror.

"Zhenhai Dragon Palace, Ao Bing."

The cold voice said, Ao Bing moved his arm and slammed the spear out of his hand, and then ignored the monster that he had penetrated.

After learning about Ao Bing's identity, the monster beast fell from the sky with horror in his eyes, and then a light flashed on his body, and his huge body appeared as a goshawk.

This is a great demon who has cultivated for hundreds of years. Taiyi Golden Immortal's cultivation base, relying on his own advantage, to kill the dragon in this mountain, happened to be touched by Ao Bing, and naturally would not let him go.

At this moment, the severely injured Jiaolong behind Ao Bing flashed a look of relief in his eyes, his breath gradually weakened, and Ao Bing frowned when he saw it.

I saw that the dragon's abdomen was already **** and **** at this time, and a light blue demon bead gleamed faintly in it, apparently it had been forcibly stripped out by the demon beast before.

The Flood Dragon at this time was already unable to be cured. At this time, the Flood Dragon's body flashed, and the Flood Pearl slowly floated towards Ao Bing. Then the voice of the Jiaolong came.

"I have been seriously injured, and I can't live anymore. This dragon ball is the essence of my cultivation base. Please take care of it, and bring my dragon soul back to the Dragon Palace for disposal by the Dragon King."

After speaking, the power of the Flood Dragon disappeared, his eyes dimmed, and then there was no sound. Seeing this, Ao Bing was taken aback for a moment, looking at the dead dragon with complicated eyes, feeling a little regretful.

Obviously, this dragon had just broken through the realm of Taiyi Golden Immortal. From the transformation of the dragon into the dragon, relying solely on his own efforts, it was a pity that he joined the Dragon Palace early, otherwise he would not die in this place.

With regret in his heart, Ao Bing hesitated for a while, then he waved a single hand and shot out a dragon force, temporarily shielding the body of the dragon, and then his eyes fell on the mountain.

I saw the long spear in Ao Bing's hand flashing white light, and Long Wei gradually condensed, and then Ao Bing hurled it towards the mountain. I saw a white light galloping away, followed by a loud noise.

"Boom!" sounded

The top of the mountain suddenly splashed, and Ao Bing cut off the mountain by half with just one blow. I saw that Ao Bing's body surged, and the flying boulders were shrouded in white light at this time, floating quietly in the air. Then floated on the dragon, slowly falling to cover the dragon.

The dragon's eyes swept across the mountain that had been cut in half, and Ao Bing made a one-handed move, and the spear returned to his hand once again, but after the huge boulder that had been attached to it dispersed at this time, Ao Bing's gaze was immediately attracted.

Seeing that the mountain was shining with gold at this time, as if there was something strange, Ao Bing looked intently, and his face suddenly changed.

"It seems to be a seal formation, it seems to be a living thing, who set the restriction here?"

Ao Bing was puzzled, seeing that the law above the formation was flowing, but it was not strong, obviously it was caused by a long time, this formation can be broken by himself at this time.

After hesitating for a while, Ao Bing put away the spirits of the dragon ball and dragon first, the golden light flashed in his eyes, and then injected dragon power into the spear.

I saw a dragon's shadow gradually appeared, entwining the spear. Suddenly, a powerful dragon spread out, then turned into a streamer and shot towards the formation.

Suddenly he was attacked, but the formation was activated extremely fast. The golden light burst out instantly, blocking the falling spear to the outside. Ao Bing was not surprised when he saw it, and he moved to the side of the spear.

A large amount of Longwei gushing out from his arm, then he held the gun with one hand and shouted.

Seeing the spear head against the golden light, an air current burst out suddenly, and then a large amount of spiritual energy spurted out with dragon power, Ao Bing's expression changed, and he gritted his teeth and took a step forward.

Among the auras at this time, Ao Bing could clearly perceive a trace of the aura left from the ancients in the aura. That feeling made Ao Bing's heart sink. This formation seemed to suppress something ordinary. It's just that I have already reached this point, so I naturally have no reason to give up.

Ao Bing's figure suddenly stagnated at this time, and when he looked up, he saw that the spear head had broken through the golden light at this time, and the previously powerful power instantly condensed, and then burst open suddenly.

A huge golden halo spread out, and the aura in the formation suddenly dissipated, and the golden formation was gradually dimming at this time, gradually becoming plain.

Upon seeing this, Ao Bing raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but the Longwei on his body did not dissipate. He was secretly wary of the abnormal changes that would occur in his heart, and the things under the mountain had not yet appeared, so Ao Bing naturally did not dare to care.

At this moment, I saw that the mountain suddenly shook, and then a strange breath emanated from the mountain. After Ao Bing felt it for a while, he was immediately taken aback. He looked at the mountain with some doubts, thinking about the breath. Somewhat familiar.

After hesitating for a while, Ao Bing's expression suddenly changed, and he exclaimed, "Long Wei!?"

As Ao Bing's exclamation fell, the mountain suddenly shook violently, and then the mountain suddenly lifted up, and a wave of air gushed out from the bottom of the mountain.

"Roar!"

A dull roar sounded, although it was not a dragon roar, it was somewhat similar. Ao Bing looked at it intently, and saw that at the bottom of the mountain, a huge dark black dragon head covered with scales stretched out from the bottom of the mountain. Obviously it was not the dragon in Ao Bing's impression.

Brows frowned slightly, Ao Bing looked at the giant dragon head thoughtfully, thinking about the origin of this product.

As the dragon's head stretched out, four tortoise feet suddenly stretched out under the big mountain. This scene fell in Ao Bing's eyes, and Ao Bing was a little surprised.

"What's this stuff? That's all about the dragon head, why are there turtle feet?" Ao Bing was shocked at this time. He lived in the Dragon Palace for a long time, and his father had never thought of mentioning the dragon clan and such an alien before.

"Maybe Brother Wang will know this thing." Ao Bing thought secretly in his heart.

At this time, the dragon clan suppressed under the big mountain, the big mountain pressing on his body cracked cracks at this time, and then burst open suddenly.

The huge boulders splashed and the smoke slowly dispersed. At this time, the suppressed dragon clan under the mountain was already fully exposed. Ao Bing looked intently and saw that the dragon clan was actually a big tortoise, and apart from the dragon's head and tail, there was nowhere near the dragon clan.

I saw a cluster of thorns on the turtle's back, and it looked a bit fierce and incomparable to bluff people, but this realm was obviously only the power of the Taiyi Golden Immortal, which made Ao Bing a little confused for a while. Why is this alien dragon race suppressed here?

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