Heng Ji stared at the sudden appearance of the long red dragon, his mouth wide open in surprise and suspicion!
Because of the power of real dragons, people have always worshiped dragons. In the world of immortality, there are many spells or magic weapons that can be transformed into dragons.
It can be said that everyone has seen a dragon, and everyone has never seen a dragon. It is difficult to say whether there are real dragons in the world. Even if there are, they probably only roam outside the human world, leaving only a few.
Less thin blood.
This is the case with the dragon clan in the world of spirits. However, they use secret techniques to refine and stimulate the power of blood. The five dragon souls in the refined five dragon fans have a true dragon aura that is so strong that no one can misidentify them.
"Ah, why..."
Heng Ji's expression suddenly changed, as he saw the red dragon wrapped in flames crashing into the round wheel in mid-air. The black hole that kept collapsing inward could have swallowed everything, but under the force of the thick dragon body, it was like a ball that was blown away.
The scattered mist quickly disappeared.
Except for the black and charred scales, the red dragon did not suffer any damage. Its huge nostrils opened and red flames spurted out!
The hot dragon's breath seemed to make the air burn. Heng Ji retreated in shock, and hurriedly held up a large bloody umbrella to block it. He only heard a burst of crackling sounds, and the big umbrella exploded, and in the blink of an eye, only a few were left.
Bare umbrella ribs.
Liu Qinghuan was able to withstand the attack of the real dragon at first because he had practiced immortality and had the Xuxu Sword in his hand. However, he was also forced to be quite embarrassed. In the end, he was able to break the situation with the help of Wanmu Zhengrong Nectar Bottle.
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As the master of the eighth hall of the Futu Demon Sect, Hengji was not a highly valued person, otherwise he would not have been sent to guard the gate. At this time, he was forced by the red dragon, and the magical weapon he took out could only barely resist it.
, much worse than Liu Qinghuan at that time.
The dragon roared like thunder, roared, and dazzling fire poured down like heavy rain. Thousands of waves rolled up on the sea surface, and the waves burned like blooming tea.
Liu Qinghuan has always believed that if he can kill people, he will never talk nonsense, and when it is time to kill them all, he will not show mercy. Therefore, the Five Dragon Fan shook, and two more fan bones shot out.
When Zilong and Qinglong fought with Mrs. Kun, they were forced back to their original form by him. The dragon soul was damaged and it would take some time to recover. Therefore, it was the golden dragon and the black dragon that flew out this time, completely defeating the Demon Sect Hall
The Lord’s way of life is blocked!
Fishes and dragons roar mournfully in the secluded valley, the reflected stars shake, the sea air is long in the night, the moon is dark and the wind is high, it’s time to kill!
A long and shrill laugh came out at this moment, and Heng Ji, who was forced into a desperate situation, finally broke out, and saw a huge black tower phantom emerging from the center of the dancing dragon. Numerous cracks suddenly appeared on the tower, and suddenly,
Burst open!
Liu Qinghuan's calm face finally showed fluctuations, and ripples spread out like a tsunami. All the dragon's breath and flames were swept up, and like clouds and mist dispersed, the three giant dragons could not help but retreat temporarily, revealing the Demon Sect Palace Master in the middle.
I saw that all his hair and beard were burned off, his head and face were covered in blisters, and his clothes were covered in scorched holes, making him look like a miserable mess.
Hatred overflowed from that twisted face, and the next moment, Heng Ji turned into a streak of blood, rushed out of the three dragons, and rushed towards this side with a ferocious smile!
Liu Qinghuan raised his eyes, his eyes emotionless and emotionless.
Once there was the shadowless ice in the box, and I rushed into the cold pool to kill the dragon soul. With one sword, I destroyed the void and the world was silent, without asking the real name of the dead soul!
The last thing Heng Ji saw was the cold monk opposite him with his eyes as cold as the crescent moon in the sky. Endless chill invaded his body and soul, and his immortal path collapsed in the invisible sword intent...
Large sects such as the Yin Yang Sect and the Futu Demon Sect occupy a large area in the Wanhu Realm, and their area is almost the same as that of Yunmeng Ze's main continent. Not only do they have thousands of disciples and vassals, but there are also Mahayana monks in charge of the sects.
As for Yun Mengze, the total number of combined monks in the entire interface does not exceed five fingers. Except for one from the Shaoyang sect, two from the Wenshi sect, and only one person from the Sao Feng Continent is Wen Dao.
Therefore, for the Demon Sect, which was considered huge in the Wanhu Realm, the entire Yunmengze could not even compare to their sect's combat power.
Mahayana monks are noble and lofty, so they cannot guard the entrance of the Dou Zhuan Star Movement Formation. In their opinion, a mid-term combined major cultivator is more than enough. After all, Yun Mengze, the highest-level Dayan cultivator, is only a mid-term cultivator.
But with the same level of cultivation, everyone's strength will be different.
All those who looked down upon Liu Qinghuan would pay a heavy price in the end. Heng Ji died without any regrets.
"How is it?" Liu Qinghuan fell to the ground and asked, "Have you found the place?"
Jingjue turned around and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him, and said: "It's in the big hall at the back. Fortunately, Brother Liu, you thought carefully, otherwise you would have been almost destroyed by the people left behind. Are you injured?
Do you want to take a break?"
Liu Qinghuan shook his head. When he was fighting with the master of the Demon Sect Palace, Jingjue had taken the opportunity to sneak to the island quietly, looking for a teleportation circle that could reach Yunmengze.
"I'm fine. Now is not the time to rest. Someone will be here soon. Let's go!"
Jingjue also knew that the situation was urgent, so he didn't ask any more questions. He led Liu Qinghuan into the main hall behind him and found the magic circle in the side hall.
The white light lit up, and the teleportation only took a moment. When the two appeared again, they had arrived at Jiuxiao City on the coast of the Eastern Wasteland.
"You, who are you? No, you are not ours!"
Before they even walked out of the magic circle, they heard a burst of startled shouts. The Demon Sect disciples guarding the circle quickly realized that something was wrong, and a blazing spiritual light immediately flashed from their hands.
Liu Qinghuan stretched out his hand to grab the opponent's magic weapon, and when he closed his palms, a crackling sound sounded between his fingers.
"It seems that Jiuxiao City has also been occupied by the other party!"
Naturally, there was another massacre without any backhand. From the moment he returned to Yunmengze Continent, anger hovered between Liu Qinghuan's brows, and it became more and more intense. He dared to stand in his way at this moment.
Everyone in front of me must die!
Liu Qinghuan destroyed the magic circle that had just been transmitted with his backhand, and then walked out the door.
The once prosperous Jiuxiao City is now devastated. The smell of gunpowder smoke still lingers in the city. Most of the houses have collapsed. The streets are filled with messy gravel and soil, stained with blood, and even broken corpses and broken arms mixed in.
It can be seen from this that there was such a fierce battle here not long ago that most of the city was destroyed.
Jingjue said sadly: "Why, why is this happening?"
Liu Qinghuan didn't bother to ask, how could those people in Wanhu Realm show mercy to Yun Mengze since they had already taken action against him?
Once a war breaks out, it will be bloody and the casualties will be incalculable.
Flying outside, he immediately felt a powerful aura similar to his coming towards him, but Liu Qinghuan ignored it, and the escaping light swept Jingjue away and rushed straight to the direction of Wenshipai.
And when he saw the nine giant peaks of the Wenshi sect that had been hidden by clouds and mountain-protecting formations all year round, completely exposed to the world, the anger in Liu Qinghuan's eyes turned into huge waves, and he wanted to destroy the initiator of all this and tear them apart!