Zifu is the department in charge of practitioners in Dasong Kingdom, while Wolong Temple is the only sect that has the right not to be controlled.

Due to the existence of [Zhongbo Dao] Zhuge Wuliang, the two parties had a close relationship with each other. Zifu supported Wolong Temple in exchange for the blessing of the strong man in the Breaking Void stage.

In order to deepen their friendship with each other, Prince Yan also pursued Zhuge Wuliang's younger junior sister Ouyang Rong in his early years. The man and woman were of the same age, close to each other, and had the same background.

But the fairy-like Ouyang Rong was not interested in a political marriage and rejected Prince Yan eighteen times. The latter had no choice but to dig an eighteenth floor basement at home, which became a widely circulated "love affair".

Because of their close contacts, Prince Yan is very familiar with many of the iconic exercises of Wolong Temple.

"Shenglong Jue" is a very domineering style among them, and it is also the most commonly used trick by Murong Zheng, a representative of the Wolong Guan body cultivation line!

Even if ordinary disciples reluctantly learn it, they will not be able to exert such tyrannical power to break the seal...

Fang Chaotian from Changle Palace and Murong Zheng from Wolong Temple, the two completely different figures overlapped each other, leaving Prince Yan with a puzzled look.

"Why do you use "Shura" and "Shenglong Jue"?!"

While he was shouting, the two purple-striped natives guarding the sides and rear were suddenly shattered, and Shura's shadow floated in and struck directly at his back!

"Do you really think that I, the king, can't do anything with this magic power?"

Prince Yan snorted coldly, and the golden patterns on the dark purple robe suddenly burst into bright light. A more distant dragon roar sounded, and a huge light and shadow dragon head emerged from the ground, opening its mouth to bite the two Shura shadows into pieces!

Then the floor arched up, and the dragon's tail swept out, scattering the other two shadows who were waiting for an opportunity to change angles to attack!

"Oh..."

Wang Hui, who had broken free from the restraints and was stretching his muscles, did not hide his surprise when he saw this: "The Golden Dragon of National Fortune?"

"It's good to know."

Prince Yan raised his chin slightly, and just as he was about to say something, he heard the other party speak again: "Why is it so much weaker than I thought? Is Dasong going to be finished?"

Although Wang Hui has never seen the Golden Dragon of National Fortune with his own eyes, he has read the description in the classics of Wolong Temple.

Every country in the world of practitioners has this kind of thing.

Different from the auxiliary world, there are no cloud barriers here, so the source matter produced by biological activities in various places cannot rise to the top to form the source matter sea, and instead settles.

Part of it nourishes the plants or condenses into spiritual stones, while the other part gathers into the so-called "Golden Dragon of National Fortune".

The higher the extraordinary activity of a country, the stronger the national luck golden dragon, which represents its prosperous national power.

According to the records in Wolong Guan Shu, Dasong's Golden Dragon of National Fortune is the strongest one. When controlled by the emperor, it once showed terrifying power comparable to that of Poxu!

As for the breath that Prince Yan called out, the breath intensity was at best a little higher than that of the early Nascent Soul, and it couldn't be compared to what was recorded in the book.

Wang Hui looked astonished: "...I almost forgot, you are just a prince. You don't have the blood of a real dragon, so you can't exert the ultimate ability of the National Fortune Golden Dragon." ωωw..net

Inferring from this, Prince Yan went to great lengths to brainwash Emperor Zhao Qichen to make elixirs, just to steal the blood of the real dragon and steal the destiny of the country?

"you…"

Prince Yan's face darkened, he cut his fingertips and quickly made a seal while blood spattered.

The blood fell on the Golden Dragon of National Fortune, and its illusory body became slightly solidified, its momentum increased, and it roared and rushed towards the opponent like a living creature!

Snapped!

Wang Hui slapped Jin Long on the head with his palm, forcing him to shut up. Threads of mercury and blood spread from the edge of his palm.

"Da Song is already terminally ill. It's time for the country's destiny to change."

The golden dragon roared and struggled, shattering the ground near Wang Hui, but could not free the hand.

The seemingly inconspicuous blood line contains a kind of coercion that makes it instinctively awe. The National Fortune Golden Dragon, which has no wisdom in itself, actually showed fear and struggled to retreat!

Prince Yan couldn't hide his astonishment. The silver and red shackles cast by the other party were clearly replicas of the seals he had previously used to seal them with the [Sapphire Talisman] and [Devil-Suppressing Nail]!

Could it be that this person even dabbles in Buddhist techniques?

Of course, Prince Yan could not imagine that Wang Hui just improvised and imitated his method on the spot!

Under the insight of the [Eternal Eye], the process of performing the technique is as clear as having its own structural formula.

Seeing that the silver and red shackles had spread to one third of the golden dragon's body, Prince Yan had to immediately reverse the spell to disperse the aura of national destiny.

"Give me the power of Dasong!"

While shouting angrily, the purple energy lingering all over his body gathered in his right hand, he strode forward and slapped Wang Hui on the heart with his palm!

"Ziwei Xuanming Palm"!

At this time, Wang Hui, who had intercepted a small portion of the National Fortune Golden Dragon, felt a little regretful and raised his arms to crush this part of the dragon's body into pure energy and suck it into his mouth.

Seeing Prince Yan's attack, Wang Hui turned his hand and raised his palm to meet the attack.

Boom!!

The two palms met, one side was filled with rich purple light, the other side was shining with silver light, and a surging energy wave burst out, directly flattening the ground of Prince Yan's residence!

The momentum of the shock wave did not stop, it spread through half of the Zifu, and collapsed dozens of buildings before being weakened and blocked by the activated series of formations.

"A powerful enemy invades!"

The little ghost purples staggered out of the ruins and hurriedly activated the main formation. Circles of purple light film rose up, covering the Zi Mansion. Then they activated the killing formation that had not been destroyed by the shock wave, trying to lock in and strangle the invasion.

By!

At the center of the conflict, everything within a hundred feet was turned into powder, leaving only Prince Yan standing with his hands behind his back.

He stared intently at Wang Hui, who was floating in the sky, and asked: "Do you dare to leave your name? I am very happy to see you, and I will definitely visit you one day to discuss!"

Wang Hui lowered his eyes and looked at the other party, and chuckled: "Then you must remember clearly. My name is Hongjun, ancestor. If you praise the fate of the country, one day it will all be in my hands."

There was no deliberate emphasis on the tone, as if he was just describing something that happened as a matter of course.

This time, Prince Yan did not rebuke the arrogance.

Under his gaze, Wang Hui's figure gradually faded away, until his breath completely disappeared.

"This person's attainments in the three fields of Demon, Tao, and Buddha are quite good, and his mastery of space is probably not much inferior to [Zhongbo Dao]...

Where did this master come from?"

After a while, Wuyang Wuyang was surrounded by a group of kid Zizi. The leader, a strong man with a scar on his face, knelt down on one knee and said, "I was late waiting for help to arrive. Please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

"People have left, let's disperse."

Prince Yan was worried, waved his hand and walked towards the razed house.

leave?

The little ghosts Zi and others looked at each other. The main formation of Zi Mansion has been launched, and there is no sign of strong impact. How did the invaders escape?

But no one dared to disobey the prince's order, so they suppressed their confusion and made arrangements for repairs.

At this time, Prince Yan looked at his palms and frowned.
Chapter completed!