The terrifying shadow of the real dragon penetrated everything, and the entire void instantly exploded under this pressure, revealing a series of dark space cracks. The scene was extremely horrifying.
Yan Bei looked at his right fist with satisfaction. After some hard training, his full blow was now comparable to that of a Saint King-level powerhouse.
If Ye Tianyun is resurrected, he will still have the confidence to fight him even without Li Daoran's help!
Roar!!!
The terrifying roar of the dragon resounded through the sky, and all the shadows of the real dragon that covered the sky and the sun rushed towards the old man, as if the mighty power was going to tear everything apart!
Yan Bei raised his head slightly and immediately realized something was wrong. His expression suddenly changed and he yelled: "No, get out of the way!"
In order to prove that he was not the incarnation of the devil, he did not hold back any punches!
When the old man saw the complete True Dragon Art, he was so excited that he did not make any defensive gestures.
Now that this punch contains the power of the Holy King, even if the old man's true body is the spirit of the world and has reached the heavens, according to Yan Bei's estimation, if the opponent endures the blow forcefully, even the spirit of the world will probably feel very uncomfortable.
Although Yan Bei was not worried about the old man's life and death, he knew that his punch would definitely not be able to kill the old man.
But what made him a little uneasy was that he was afraid that if he accidentally injured the old man with this punch, the old man would become angry and furious, but he would just play big.
And everything that happened next made Yan Bei feel that he had obviously thought too much just now.
boom!!
Just when the giant dragon was about to hit the old man, the old man stopped smiling and looked at the giant dragon charging towards him.
I saw him slightly raising his hand, and a suffocating terrifying aura instantly burst out from him!
In an instant, under the terrifying aura surrounding the old man, everything in the world seemed to be frozen. Even the giant dragon with the power of a holy king stopped running at this moment, motionless in the air like a sacred sculpture.
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"In the semi-sacred realm, you can use geniuses that can match the power of the holy king. Lord Qingdi's vision is indeed beyond my reach!"
The old man stretched out his hand to caress the sacred dragon in front of him, his eyes were filled with wonder and shock, and then he softly said: "Dismiss!"
As soon as he spoke, the giant dragon, which could rival the power of the Holy King, began to melt away, and finally turned into the richest spiritual energy and disappeared between heaven and earth.
Yan Bei was stunned when he saw this scene.
Only at this moment did he realize that he still underestimated the power of the World Spirit. This punch was easily resolved like this. The power possessed by the old man must at least reach the level of a great sage!
"This perfect true dragon magic can prove that I am not the incarnation of the devil!" Yan Bei said at this time.
This old guy always regarded himself as a demon. In order to dispel the other party's doubts, he had no choice but to reveal the true dragon magic.
The old man was slightly startled when he heard the words, and a kind smile appeared on his face: "This is natural. I am the person chosen by Master Qingdi. It's all because of my poor eyesight. The flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple. Please don't follow me."
It’s better to calculate.”
Hearing this, Yan Bei's mouth twitched.
Why don't you argue with me?
I do want to care about it, but I also have to be strong!
His full-strength blow just now was so easily defused by the old man, how could he dare to argue with him?
He just wants to get out of this weird space as soon as possible.
"Since it has been proven that I am not the incarnation of a demon, why don't you let me go out?" Yan Bei spread his hands and said helplessly.
It's been so long since he came in, and he still doesn't know if the Holy Land of Taichu has been captured outside, which really makes him anxious.
"go out?"
The old man stared at Yan Bei thoughtfully, smiled and said: "My little friend killed the son of destiny in our world, do you just want to walk away like this?"
Now that the great catastrophe is approaching, without the leadership and protection of the Son of Luck, the Eastern Region will most likely be swallowed up by the demons during the great catastrophe.
So at this moment a bold idea emerged in the old man's mind.
Hearing this, Yan Bei's face suddenly darkened: "What do you mean, senior?"
If it is not necessary, he really does not want to use his future body, because once he uses his future body, it is very likely that the Qingtian Ancient Formation will collapse prematurely. After all, the power contained in the future is unbearable in this world.
If the Qingtian Ancient Formation collapses and the demon comes early, then the Hongwu Continent may really be in danger.
So if he can't use his future body, he will never use it.
But if this old man is really planning to trap him here for the rest of his life, then he will definitely not sit still and wait for death.
"The great catastrophe is coming. Without the protection of the Son of Destiny, our world will have a difficult time in the world." The old man stared at Yan Bei closely at this moment, paused, and slowly said again: "So...
"
Being stared closely at by the old man, Yan Bei suddenly felt a chill, as if he had become a piece of fish on the chopping board.
"So what, please let me know, senior." Yan Bei said in a deep voice, feeling something bad in his heart. It seemed like he was going to bleed heavily today.
After he killed Zhang Chuyun, he knew that the old man would not let him go easily.
I'm afraid that those who don't have Wan Er Ba Qian will not be able to get out of this strange world.
That's all, that's all, at worst, I can bear the pain and take out a book of the magical skills I got from signing in. It can be regarded as compensation for killing Zhang Chuyun.
Naturally, the old man didn't know what was going on in Yan Bei's head at this time. He just smiled indifferently and said slowly: "Since Zhang Chuyun was killed by a little friend, it may be a special fate, so I would like to invite you.
Friends take over the burden in his hands and become the new generation of destiny sons in the Eastern Region!"
A new generation of lucky children?
Yan Bei looked at the old man in astonishment, a little confused.
He originally thought that after he killed Zhang Chuyun, the old man would not let him go so easily, and would at least demand some compensation from him.
He was about to bleed a lot, grit his teeth and give out a magical skill, but he didn't expect that things would take a huge turn.
The spirit of the world in the Eastern Region actually wants to make himself the son of destiny?
