Chapter 2801 The Battle of the Holy Son and the Holy Daughter
"Boy, you are playing with fire now."
In the sea of consciousness, the Bone Demon sighed.
"Senior, is there any way to give me the strength to compete with Tianhong?"
Lu Ming asked.
This time, Lu Ming did not expect that Holy Son Tianhong would arrive so soon.
However, with Lu Ming's character, even if he knew, he would still deal with Liu Feiyun.
It is not Lu Ming's character to swallow his anger.
"That boy is very powerful. With your current strength, if you want to have the strength to fight against Holy Son Tianhong in a short time, there is only one way, and that is to completely burn the Heart of the Ancient God. In that case, you will gain the power in a short time.
Great power."
"But the consequence is that your Heart of the Ancient God may disappear completely. The price is extremely high!"
The Bone Demon sighed.
"Burn the heart of the ancient god? Will it disappear completely?"
Lu Ming also frowned.
Being able to unite the hearts of the ancient gods is a great opportunity. This kind of opportunity is something that can only be met but cannot be sought. If it is lost, it will be gone.
Lu Ming really couldn't bear it. With the Heart of the Ancient God, his divine body could grow bigger all the time. Over time, the benefits would be amazing.
However, if there is really no other way, then you can only try your best.
"Lu Ming, first of all, kneel down for me!"
Holy Son Tianhong was condescending, his breath was like the sea, and he kept pressing down on Lu Ming. At the same time, he stretched out a palm and pressed down.
A huge palm, like an ancient sacred mountain, pressed towards Lu Ming. Before the palm could reach him, the terrible pressure made Lu Ming's body creak.
It's impossible to fight, it's completely impossible to fight, the gap between the two sides is too big.
Both Lu Ming and Qiuqiu looked weak in front of Holy Son Tianhong.
"It seems that it can only burn the heart of the ancient god."
Lu Ming showed a look of determination.
Although the heart of the ancient god is precious, it is nothing compared to life.
"bring it on!"
Lu Ming was furious, preparing to explode completely and burn the heart of the ancient god.
At this moment, a loud shout sounded: "Tianhong, you, a majestic saint in the realm of gods, actually take action against a third-level true god. You are so shameless. If you want to fight, I will be your opponent!"
Before the voice fell, a sword light flew from a distance, like a flying fairy from the sky.
boom!
The sword light struck the palm print of Holy Son Tianhong, and a violent roar erupted. The palm print vibrated and was split into two by the sword light.
Whoosh!
Randomly, a figure appeared in the distant sky.
Ouyang Qingxiang!
At the critical moment, it was Ouyang Qingxiang who took action, cutting open the palm print of Holy Son Tianhong with one sword.
It's not that Ouyang Qingxiang is much stronger than Holy Son Tianhong, but that in that move just now, Holy Son Tianhong didn't attack with all his strength, while Ouyang Qingxiang used more strength to save Lu Ming, and was able to kill Tianhong with one move.
The handprint of the Son.
Lu Ming secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Ouyang Qingxiang had arrived. It seemed that he no longer needed to burn the Heart of the Ancient God.
After all, the Heart of the Ancient God was too precious, and Lu Ming was reluctant to waste it unless absolutely necessary.
"Ouyang Qingxiang, do you want to meddle in other people's business?"
Holy Son Tianhong's face turned cold and he stared at Ouyang Qingxiang coldly.
"What does it mean to be nosy? Lu Ming and I are friends. If you want to deal with him, deal with me."
Ouyang Qingxiang said.
"Hmph, do you think you can stop me?"
Holy Son Tianhong snorted coldly, golden divine power emitted from his body, and his aura became stronger and stronger.
"You will know if you try it. Although you became the Holy Son earlier than me, you may not be able to defeat me."
Ouyang said forcefully and coldly, and an extremely powerful sword energy erupted from his body, which shot straight through the sky.
"Saint Qingxiang and Saint Tianhong are about to take action."
"It's been a long time since there has been a duel between saints and saints. I'm looking forward to it. I wonder who among them is stronger and who is weaker?"
"I don't know. Although Saint Qingxiang became a saint later, her talent is amazing and she may not be weaker than Saint Tianhong."
"Unexpectedly, Lu Ming is actually friends with Saint Qingxiang. Speaking of which, Lu Ming is also terrifying. If he grows up, he will probably surpass other saints and saints. Only the Supreme Saint can fight.
"
"Yeah, I don't know how today's matter will be resolved."
More and more people are gathering in this area.
Even some inner sect elders appeared and watched from a distance.
"Shenlong Mahamudra!"
Suddenly, Holy Son Tianhong let out a long roar, and his divine power exploded. He formed seals with his hands continuously, and with one wave, a huge dragon claw formed, and it was huge, and it grabbed Ouyang Qingxiang.
"Qinglian Sword Song!"
Ouyang Qingxiang whispered, her sword rushed towards the night, and she swung the sword out. A green sword light surged and slashed towards the huge dragon claw.
boom!
A terrible collision erupted, causing thousands of waves, as if the entire inner door area was shaking violently.
"Go up and fight!"
Ouyang Qingxiang's voice sounded, and her body turned into a blue sword light, soaring into the sky and rushing into the sky.
roar!
A sound of dragon roar came from the body of Holy Son Tianhong, and his body shape actually changed a lot in an instant.
The body of Holy Son Tianhong became taller and taller, with bulging muscles, and his body size was fully twice as big as before.
A layer of golden scales actually appeared on the surface of his skin, which shone brightly in the sunlight.
Those were dragon scales, and what was even more astonishing was that Holy Son Tianhong grew a tail, a dragon tail.
"Dragon tribe!"
Lu Ming narrowed his eyes slightly and recognized the race of Holy Son Tianhong.
Holy Son Tianhong is a member of the Dragon Race. Lu Ming has seen this race before. In the Huangquan World of Huangquan Mountain, there is a country composed of the Dragon Race.
"Shenlong Mahamudra!"
Holy Son Tianhong appeared in his true form, with stronger fighting power. He kept using the Divine Dragon Hand Seal. Nine golden dragon claws formed in the sky and grabbed Ouyang Qingxiang.
"Qinglian Sword Song, the sword sweeps the world!"
Ouyang Qingxiang's body turned, and green sword energy burst out, slashing towards the golden dragon claws.
The sky was filled with excitement, and the fierce battle between the two was extremely shocking.
Lu Ming's face was solemn. With his current strength, he was indeed far behind compared to Holy Son Tianhong and Ouyang Qingxiang.
"They are only at the fourth level of the gods. Lu Ming, don't belittle yourself. With your talent, you will be able to catch up with them in just a few years."
The Bone Demon's voice sounded, as if he had read through Lu Ming's thoughts.
"The fourth level of the gods?"
Lu Ming nodded, wondering what the cultivation levels of the other saints and saints of Kongxuan Sect were like.
Swish! Swish!
At this time, two figures flew over from a distance, they were Yue Linglong and Wu Zifeng.
"Lu Ming, are you okay?"
Yue Linglong asked.
"It's okay. Did you inform Saint Qingxiang? Thank you very much!"
Lu Ming smiled.
As soon as his heart moved, Lu Ming knew that Ouyang Qingxiang must have been notified by Yue Linglong and the others and came here.
"It's okay!"
Yue Linglong and Wu Zifeng nodded and looked up to watch the battle in the sky.