If that's the case, then I'll kill your daughter and see if you can hide or not!"
Ao Ling sneered, but aimed his huge dragon claw at Zhao Su'er, who was floating in the air.
Although Zhao Li knew that Ao Ling's move was a bluff, he did not dare to bet. If Ao Ling really filmed it, Zhao Su'er would definitely die.
Thinking of this, Zhao Li stepped on the sole of his foot and appeared in front of Zhao Su'er with a leap. He held Zhao Su'er in his arms with his left hand, and at the same time mobilized the power of the emperor's domain and his whole body to collide with Ao Ling's huge dragon claw.
Bang! Ao Ling's full blow was so powerful that it tore apart Zhao Li's imperial domain.
Zhao Li groaned, and fell from the air in a panic, hitting the ground hard.
However, in order to protect Zhao Su'er, he hugged Zhao Su'er with his back facing the ground, and Zhao Su'er was safe and sound.
Zhao Li wanted to get up, but a dragon claw stepped down heavily.
Without thinking, Zhao Li pushed Zhao Suer aside, but he missed the opportunity to dodge and was severely suppressed to the ground by Ao Ling's dragon claw.
Wow! Zhao Li spat out a mouthful of blood, and bright blood oozed from his mouth, nose, and eyes. He looked ferocious and terrifying.
"Daddy!"
Zhao Suer screamed, tears kept rolling down her big eyes, and she looked pitiful.
Ao Ling's other dragon claw held Zhao Su'er's collar, staring at Zhao Su'er with his dark golden vertical pupils, and said: "Little girl, do you want to save your father?"
Zhao Suer looked at the huge dragon head in front of her and shivered in fear, but she still nodded and said: "Yes! I want to save my daddy. Please let my daddy go. I am willing to do anything!"
"Yeah?
Saving your father is very simple, you just need to obediently enter the white jade altar without any resistance, and after the sacrifice is completed, I will let your father go!"
Ao Ling pointed at the white jade altar in mid-air and smiled.
Aoling did this because he discovered that the dragon ball in Zhao Suer's body had become one with her, and the two were inseparable.
It wanted to forcibly peel off the dragon ball in Zhao Su'er's body, which might also damage the origin of the dragon ball, so he decided to put Zhao Su'er into the altar voluntarily, and then sacrificed the whole city to let the flesh and blood power of everyone in Zhao Wucheng enter Zhao Su'er's body.
Then, it only needs to swallow Zhao Su'er into its belly, and its cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds, breaking through the existing shackles.
Of course, this premise must be Zhao Suer's willingness, otherwise, the energy of the sacrifice will not be able to enter the dragon ball.
Aoling did not expect that Longzhu and Zhao Su'er were so closely integrated, so it could only save Zhao Li's life first and use Zhao Li to force Zhao Su'er to sacrifice herself willingly.
"Really...really?"
Zhao Suer said timidly, her big eyes were full of moisture, and she looked at Ao Ling with some fear.
"Of course it's true. Now your father's life is in my hands. I can kill him with a flip of my hand. You can only obey my orders now. Otherwise, your father will die immediately! You
Do you want your father to die?"
Ao Ling sneered and said.
"Su'er, don't listen to his nonsense..." Zhao Li yelled, but before he could finish his words, Ao Ling stepped on him hard and pressed him to the ground mercilessly.
"Zhao Li! If you dare to say one more word, you will die immediately!"
Ao Ling's eyes were cold, and his dragon claws pinched Zhao Li's neck, suffocating him and almost making him unable to speak.
"Zhao Su'er, think about it now! You are the only one who can save your father now! As long as you are willing to enter the white jade altar and accept the sacrificial energy inside, I will save your father!"
Ao Ling looked at Zhao Su'er and sneered.
"I...I do! You must keep your word!"
Zhao Suer said timidly.
"That's natural, go up!"
Ao Ling nodded, wrapped Zhao Su'er with spiritual power, and sent her to the white jade altar.
In front of the white jade altar, there was a step. Zhao Su'er was sent to the step, and Zhao Su'er followed the step towards the center of the altar step by step.
However, her petite body kept shaking as she walked towards the altar, like a bullied kitten, which looked pitiable.
Finally, Zhao Suer entered the center of the altar.
The surface of this white jade altar is densely painted with runes, which looks complex and reveals an ancient atmosphere.
At this moment, countless runes on the surface of the white jade altar lit up, and then white thin tubes poured out of the altar.
These thin tubes were densely packed, instantly piercing Zhao Suer's body veins and connecting with her.
"Ah...it hurts..." Zhao Su'er immediately let out a shrill scream, and her whole body twitched due to pain.
Bang! Ao Ling's dragon claw exploded violently, and the blood around Zhao Li was even richer than before, as if he was a bloody man. He rose into the sky and headed towards the white jade altar.
"Zhao Li! You really don't want your life, and you dare to burn your essence and blood!"
Ao Ling's face was gloomy. His exploded dragon claws healed quickly, and the dragon's tail suddenly swung behind him, hitting Zhao Li hard.
Bang! Zhao Li, who looked like a bloody man, held the imperial sword and slashed at Aoling's dragon tail desperately.
For a moment, the two collided, causing countless sparks to fly. Then Zhao Li was hit hard on the ground, and Ao Ling's dragon tail actually broke a big hole, and his scales were scattered and his flesh and blood were blurred.
However, Ao Ling's recovery ability was too strong. The flesh and blood inside the big hole exploded by the dragon's tail was rapidly squirming and healing, and the dragon's tail continued to blast towards Zhao Li.
Zhao Li was knocked away several times and finally fell to his knees helplessly on the ground. His whole body was covered in blood. He was completely weak and had no strength to even stand up.
Zhao Li's consciousness was almost blurred, but he was still chanting: "Su'er, daddy...come...save you..." "Zhao Li, your secret skills are not bad! It's a pity that you cultivate
It’s too low, and burning the essence and blood of a sixth-level Martial Emperor can only barely gain a strength comparable to that of a seventh-level Martial Emperor!”
Ao Ling looked disdainful and continued: "Although I am a seventh-level imperial beast, I am strong enough to fight against an eighth-level Martial Emperor. You are no match for me!"
After saying that, Ao Ling no longer paid attention to Zhao Li, but let out a shocking dragon roar and said: "Let the sacrifice begin! Everyone, kill as much as you like, and kill all Zhao Wucheng for me..." Ho ho ho!
The dragons surrounding Zhao Wucheng from all sides became completely excited, and each one of them let out an earth-shattering roar of excitement, and immediately rushed into Zhao Wucheng.
This was the beginning of a brutal and inhumane massacre.
"No...don't kill us?"
On the street, the people who were running fast were unable to escape and were burnt into charred mummies by the flames spouted by a dragon.
Inside the house, dragons were wreaking havoc, forcing the people inside out, or smashing them to death inside the house with brute force.
Some people even hid in the sewers, but they still couldn't hide from the dragon's keen senses. The dragon swooped out and pulled out all the people hiding in the sewers, killing them indiscriminately.
The entire Zhaowucheng was completely turned into a hell on earth.
Killing and bloodshed have become the main colors of Zhao Wucheng at this time...