A critical moment.

Zhang Ji gave up Youlong's Ancestor's Teeth, and his body flashed and pulled away from his eyes.

He only had the Tongxing Disc left in his hand. The protection ability of the Ancestral Dragon True Idea was really amazing. He could only activate the tarsal curse and the Nine Netherworld Fire.

At the same time, behind Zheng He was an ancient Buddhist image, which was ten meters high.

It has half an angry face and half a compassionate face.

Put your hands together.

A mountain of gold smashed down at Zulong Zhenyi's head.

The ten spiritual officials used Zheng He's physical body to shock Zhang Ji.

Such a terrifying power can erupt at the three realms.

He was once a prison guard.

The old demon Tongtian personally guided him, which shows that his cultivation talent is extraordinary.

Zulong, who was about to slap Zhang Ji, was smashed to the ground.

Several dragon scales cracked, and its expression was furious, and the dragon roared.

Bai Feng knew very well that if he did not defeat the true meaning of the Ancestral Dragon in front of him, he would definitely not be able to leave this place.

It hooks its original essence, and there are silver phoenix patterns flowing on its claws.

Even though my bloodline strength is inferior to the true meaning of the Ancestral Dragon.

It does not mean that it really has no power to resist in front of the real dragon.

The clay man was all full of energy, and was pulled out by the true meaning of the Ancestral Dragon, and furiously overwhelmed the fear in its bloodline.

Bai Feng was not so dissatisfied with Zhang Ji.

It can sense the amazing power of the Nine Netherworld Fire.

Fortunately, it was not used on me, otherwise the damage caused to the soul would be almost irreversible.

At least the third level, the soul is indeed difficult to compete with the Nine Netherworld Fire.

Zheng He's combat power also shocked it.

Zhang Ji had many means to deal with him, but he just didn't use it. Obviously, his decision just now was right.

If I wanted to die together just now, I would be the one who died in the end.

Bai Feng took the opportunity to attack and kill.

A pair of sharp claws directly break into the dragon ridge.

This time, ten blood holes were taken out.

Zhang Ji seized the opportunity and cast the tarsal curse and the Nine Netherworld Fire again.

Zulong roared filial piety in his true meaning, swung his body, shook the golden mountain, and the dragon's tail was thrust towards Zheng He.

The ancient Buddha raised his hands and protected him in front of him.

I saw the body of the ancient Buddha condensed by the golden light cracked, and Zheng He was forced to retreat dozens of meters.

The pain of the heart and the Nine Netherworld Fire spread and raging, causing it to suffer endlessly.

The dragon pattern flows and suppresses it on the body, which is a considerable consumption for itself.

"Vajra Hand!"

Zheng He became more courageous as he fought, and his Buddha light was even better.

In this space realm, the ten spiritual officials were more comfortable using Zheng He's body methods.

It will not be exhausted after a few times of use, just like in the outside world.

Eighteen golden arms appeared in the sky, falling from the sky, grabbed the real dragon with a big hand, flew into the air, and pressed it to the ground again...

Bai Feng seized the opportunity, and frost was hidden on his claws, which made another blow to the true dragon's neck.

In the ten blood holes, cold air penetrated into it.

It even pulled out Youlong's Ancestral Teeth through it.

The dragon's blood splattered and handed it to Zhang Ji.

At this moment, his face was already pale, and there was not much blood and thoughts left.

He fought with Bai Feng and did not recover even when he used the Nine Phoenix Nirvana Technique.

It was already the limit for him to use the Nine Netherworld Fire twice.

The real dragon struggled hard, but was suppressed by the eighteen Vajra arms. Even if it struggled wildly, the stirring of the dragon scales caused cracks in those arms.

But Zheng He would not give it a chance? The ancient Buddha raised his hand in front of the real dragon and was a big bipod, which made his head buzz.

The ancient Buddha swung his big hand, had a big slap, and then he blew a angry hammer at the dragon head.

The beating made Zulong cough up blood and wail.

Bai Feng felt a little numb all over when he saw it. Fortunately, he remembered Du Lin’s warning just now, and he didn’t have the stubbornness to die together.

Otherwise, all the hairs on your body must be pulled out.

Bai Feng and Zheng He joined forces to beat him up for a long time.

The suppressed Zulong's true meaning actually changed.

The body quickly shrank and turned into a weapon that looked like a sword but not a sword, or a mace but not a mace.

"True Dragon Ruler." The voice of the old demon Tongtian was transmitted.

There are many dragon scales intertwined on the ruler, and there seems to be a huge dragon head at the front, with a hidden sharpness.

The real dragon ruler is two meters long, half a meter wide, and twenty centimeters thick, and it is full of dragon power.

The moment Zhang Ji held the ruler's handle, he felt as if something had pierced his palm.

The blood in the body flowed downstream and was swallowed by the real dragon ruler.

A moment later, a series of celestial ancestor dragon texts appeared on the real dragon ruler.

Under the guidance of Jiufeng Nanyi that day, Zhang Ji was not proficient in it, but he could understand the meaning of the above words.

"Hetian Technique"

This is a great technique created by the ancestor dragon of this lineage and can seal a world.

Zhang Ji was immersed in the mystery of these words, and his thoughts and qi and blood were independently condensed into the heavenly art patterns, like little dragons swimming.

"This magic weapon is very powerful, with both combat power and sealing. If you obtain this magic weapon, you can innate blood suppression on many ferocious beasts in the world." The old demon Tongtian was filled with excitement and ecstasy in his words.

Obviously, this level of magic weapon is something they cannot afford.

Zhang Jiran was able to be recognized by the True Dragon Ruler, and his future was promising.

He collected the real dragon ruler and sat cross-legged on the ground.

This battle almost exhausted his qi, blood and thoughts, and felt unprecedented fatigue.

Jiufeng beside him was very upset.

If I had known, I wouldn't have come to provoke Zhang Ji. This kid was too sinister and cunning.

I don't know what he will do in the future.

At this time, a thick stream of blood mist fell from the sky on the top of his head.

The old demon Tongtian was excited and said, "This is the baptism of the origin of the Ancestral Dragon, don't miss it!"

Zhang Ji immediately sat cross-legged and started to "Nine Phoenix Xuan Body" and "Nine Netherworlds Tongtian Gate" to absorb blood mist falling from the sky.

Bai Feng and Zheng He's body were also bathed in it.

Zhang Ji obviously felt the rapid recovery of qi, blood and soul in his body, and the origin of the ancestral dragon was soaked in the whole body and entered the holes.

At this moment, he felt that every corner of his body was transforming.

There is even a kind of close connection between itself and the entire earth.

The heavy rain is like ink, and the golden and stone feet are all completed in the transformation of the original baptism of the ancestor dragon.

I don't know how long it has passed.

When Zhang Ji opened his eyes, he found himself in the White Dragon Mountains.

Li Zhao, Ling Chuqing, Fat Dundu, and the three overlords were all beside him.

In this mountain range, Zhang Ji felt that it was completely different from before, and seemed to be able to mobilize more power for his own use.

"Did you get anything?" Zhang Ji looked at them.

"Roar!" Fat Dun's head was full of dragon horns, and his hair actually showed dragon scales. His huge limbs also turned into dragon claws. His strength was infinitely close to the Zhenwu of Hong Realm.

Li Zhao was wearing dragon armor, and Ling Chuqing's ice dragon ball was suspended in the sky. Both of them were obviously immersed in the origin of the ancestor dragon, and their combat power was incomparable.
To be continued...