In the battlefield, the battle became more and more fierce, but Wang Teng was one against many, and after all, he was still a lonely tree.
After all, he is still just a mortal warrior in the secret realm of Tao Palace. He is being attacked by several powerful men in the secret realm of supernatural powers at the same time. After all, he is still a little overwhelmed.
"Such a powerful swordsmanship, but it's a pity that your strength is limited. After fighting for so long, you are finally unable to survive. Now let's see how you can resist my magical power!"
"kill!"
The strong men from all sides felt that Wang Teng's strength was weakening, and they immediately flashed their eyes, sneered again and again, and roared, increasing their efforts to kill Wang Teng.
At this moment, Wang Teng fought continuously, and the power in his body was really consumed a lot.
"After all, my cultivation level is still too low. If I were in the secret realm of supernatural powers now, these people in front of me could be wiped out with a snap of my fingers!"
Wang Teng sighed in his heart.
Cultivation and strength, my current cultivation level is really too low.
At this moment, he is becoming more and more eager to find Ye Wuchang and others, obtain the Creation Earth of All Things, and complete the last Dao Palace. By then, with his current foundation, he can directly cross the Life Spring Secret Realm and reach the Immortal Platform Secret Realm!
And when you arrive at the Secret Realm of Sendai, you will be able to advance to the Secret Realm of Supernatural Powers just around the corner.
"Sir, let me help you!"
At this moment, Zhou Song endured his injuries and rushed to Wang Teng's side, fighting side by side with Wang Teng.
Wang Teng glanced at him and chuckled: "There's no need for you to take action. You were slapped by Lu Hong before. Lu Hong spared no effort in that palm, with murderous intent. The injury you received from that palm was not serious, so
Just watch from the sidelines."
Then, a sneer appeared on Wang Teng's lips: "They are just a bunch of chickens and dogs. None of them can escape today, they will all die!"
"Hmph, you dare to talk so shamelessly when you are about to die, I will chop off your head now!"
"Jiejiejiejie, these demon soldiers belong to my demon clan and deserve to have them!"
Strong men from all sides came to kill from all directions.
Wang Teng seemed to have not seen the attack and killing of everyone. He stopped cutting and pointed at the ground with his Shura Sword. He raised the corner of his mouth and said in a faint tone: "Didn't you all want to seize my puppet dragon before?"
"Now, I will do as you wish. Whoever can surrender this puppet dragon will belong to him."
After he finished speaking, Wang Teng opened his left hand and pressed it forward.
A ray of white light suddenly flew out from the palm of Wang Teng's left hand, and a crystal clear puppet white dragon flew out from the palm of Wang Teng's left hand.
It was only the size of a palm at first, and then instantly enlarged to a length of more than ten feet.
At the same time, an afterimage of the blue dragon flew out of Wang Teng's sea of consciousness and merged into the puppet white dragon.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, a loud roar of dragons shook the void, and powerful sound waves washed away, making everyone tremble with the magical powers bombarded by them.
The puppet white dragon appeared in front of Wang Teng.
The densely bombarded magical powers from the front attacked the puppet Bailong, making a series of crisp sounds and bursting out strings of brilliant sparks.
However, the puppet white dragon's scales were not damaged at all, and the scales exuded a cold light.
Wang Teng jumped onto the head of the puppet White Dragon, surrounded by fierce and vicious aura, and the Shura Sword in his hand was filled with evil aura, like a demon god.
"Kill without mercy!"
Wang Teng scolded, and the puppet Bailong at his feet received Wang Teng's order, and a pair of big lantern eyes shot out scarlet light, shining on everyone.
It let out a long groan, exuding a powerful aura and coercion, and a faint dragon power filled the air, making people fearful.
"Is this the puppet dragon?"
"What a powerful aura. How is it possible? Doesn't it mean that the puppet dragon in his hand is just the lowest first-level puppet dragon? How can there be such a powerful aura?"
The expressions of everyone present changed greatly. Looking at the horizontal white dragon that was dozens of feet long, everyone's eyes showed panic.
Especially, the aura exuding from the puppet white dragon is so powerful, and it also carries a wisp of dragon power!
"Longwei!"
"It's dragon power. How is it possible that this puppet dragon actually possesses dragon power?"
"There is a true dragon remnant soul in its body. No wonder, no wonder this child has the aura of my demon king..."
"This is the true power of the dragon. My soul has been suppressed..."
On the side of the demon tribe, everyone's breathing became rapid, and they were all surprised. They didn't expect that there might be a remnant soul of a real dragon in this puppet dragon!
Their souls were greatly suppressed, and the blood in their bodies boiled even more. In front of the puppet Bailong, they could not suppress the impulse and felt a sense of surrender and worship.
"Don't be afraid, this is just a low-level puppet dragon. We can defeat it together!"
Someone on the battlefield calmed down, opened his mouth and roared, his breath like a rainbow, and launched an attack on the puppet White Dragon.
The puppet Bailong's scarlet eyes stared at the powerful men from all sides in front of him, full of cruelty and indifference.
As Wang Teng's thoughts turned, the puppet Bailong immediately took action, rushed into the crowd, and slapped the monk who just shouted with a claw, directly crushing the magical power inspired by the monk.
A powerful force was struck on the man's body, killing him physically and mentally on the spot.
The blood mist rolled and was attracted by the Shura Sword. A stream of essence and blood rushed towards the Shura Sword and was swallowed by it. The light of the Shura Sword became more and more strange and bright red, and its aura became more and more terrifying.
"What?"
"Hurry up and take action together!"
Everyone was horrified when they saw this. They didn't expect this puppet white dragon to be so terrifying. They immediately united and attacked the puppet white dragon.
However, the body of the puppet white dragon is entirely made of various precious materials, and its body is indestructible. No matter how they attack, the puppet white dragon will not be damaged at all.
At this moment, the puppet White Dragon showed its might, grabbed hold of them with its big claws, crushed several strong demons to pieces, and dissipated into black smoke.
The huge tail swung, and several monks who sneaked up from behind were hit by the tail. They screamed and flew away. Their bodies were blown open by the direct sweep, and blood spurted out. The scene was shocking and bloody.
"So... so strong. Is this the puppet dragon?"
The demon clan members, who had retreated to the rear before, watched the puppet Bailong go on a killing spree, feeling deeply shocked and frightened in their hearts.
Especially those demon monks who had previously wanted to join the others in killing Wang Teng and seizing the treasure, their hearts were pounding at this moment and they felt extremely uneasy.
They glanced at the fox tribe demon girl, and there was a trace of joy in their eyes. They were glad that the other party made the decision not to let them participate in this battle, otherwise they would also face the strong suppression of the puppet white dragon at this moment.
"Impossible, impossible, this is not a first-order puppet dragon. A first-order puppet dragon can never be so powerful! This is at least a second-order puppet dragon. Only second-order puppet dragons and above can be so powerful!"
Everyone in the battle finally came to their senses, looking at the puppet Bailong showing off his power, with panic and fear in their eyes.
In a matter of seconds, half of the twenty or so powerful men in the magical realm were killed by the puppet White Dragon!
The ordinary first-level puppet White Dragon is only as strong as a monk at the third level of the Mystic Realm of Mystical Powers. How could he be so powerful?