King Qingyou was extremely angry. The majestic pure-blood Qinglong, the proud son of the dragon clan, was actually driven back here by a young child.
"I'm looking for death!"
The vast dragon roar fell from the sky and entered the hall.
It was not that King Qingyou didn't know Qin Xuan. As early as when he walked out of the Dragon Tomb, he had been warned by his elders that the name of Qing Emperor could crush the stars.
But he didn't know Qin Xuan looked like this, such a young child.
The body of the green dragon, above this main hall, seems like a majestic mountain range, with dragon scales imbued with magic.
boom!
I saw a dragon claw piercing through the first-class hall, directly shattering a piece of the palace roof.
A first-grade treasure, like tofu, is easily ground into powder under this blue dragon.
Qin Xuan's gaze was leisurely, as if there were stars in his eyes.
Immediately, he stepped on it, and his young body rose into the air to meet the green dragon's claws.
Faint purple lines appeared on his three-year-old body.
The Eight Desolate Battle Body, the power of Hongmeng!
boom!
In an instant, he was like a cannonball, falling directly into the claws of the blue dragon.
King Qingyou roared angrily, and the dragon's claws were about to be raised, intending to crush this ant-like child directly.
The next moment, King Qingyou's expression suddenly froze, and a terrifying roar erupted from his green dragon claws.
The surrounding space exploded inch by inch. Not only that, King Qingyou felt that under the dragon's claws, it was not a child, but a horned dragon.
The terrifying power actually caused his dragon body to float. Even though Qingyou King's dragon body twisted and vibrated, it was unable to suppress the young child even half an inch.
The dragon's claws are as tall as the sky. Qin Xuan is holding it with one hand, with a faint smile on his lips.
"Little Qinglong, how dare you be so presumptuous in front of me!?"
In those eyes that should have been innocent and innocent, there was a hint of contempt for all living beings.
As soon as Qin Xuan stepped on it, he passed by the folded dragon claws and walked quickly from the dragon claws.
Every step was like a flash of light, passing by the dragon's claws and scales, until it climbed onto the green dragon's body.
The petite and exquisite body is like a grain of white dust on the body of King Qingyou.
Immediately, Qin Xuan stepped on it, and the dragon scales under his feet were suddenly shattered into powder.
Not only that, King Qingyou's body sank even more under this step, and he couldn't help but let out a cry.
Above the pair of dragon horns, thunder suddenly struck down, heading straight towards Qin Xuan.
Qin Xuan did not dodge, and allowed the blue dragon thunder to strike down.
In the lightning, Qin Xuan's white clothes were not damaged at all, but cracks were spreading under his feet.
Fight with nine moves and conquer everything!
With just one step, King Qingyou seemed to have been crushed by him.
"This little bit of thunder is so weak that it can't even compare to the Heavenly Tribulation!"
Qin Xuan spoke, but his voice was more like a child's murmur, as if he was dissatisfied with the toy in front of him, and he looked really cute.
But at its feet, the terrifying dragon body of King Qingyou sank directly into the earth. Many monks from Yutian Sect fled in fear, looking at this huge thing falling from the sky.
Boom boom boom boom...
Mountains fell, the ground cracked, blood splattered, and everything under the dragon body of King Qingyou almost turned into nothingness.
Qin Xuan stepped leisurely on top of the Qingyou King. Every step forward covered a distance of a thousand feet, but the Qingyou King was like an insect under his feet. His body sank a little, his dragon scales shattered, and his blood splashed.
At this moment, King Qingyou was even more frightened and angry.
He could never imagine that he would be trampled on by a three-year-old child.
But that kind of huge power can only overcome the calamity realm, even banishing an immortal.
No matter how hard his dragon body struggled, he could not escape the feet of the child.
Only a series of unbelievable, frightened and angry roars resounded above the Yutian Sect, and King Qingyou continued to struggle, twisting the dragon's body, shattering the earth, and turning the mountains into nothingness.
Until, Qin Xuan appeared on the huge dragon head of King Qingyou.
He looked at the pair of dragon horns quietly, seeming to be pondering.
"After all, it is the horn of a pure-blooded blue dragon. If it can be used to make wine, Senior Sister Changyan will definitely like it!"
He spoke, as if a ray of light lit up in his innocent eyes.
This sentence caused many supremes of Yutian Sect to fall into deathly silence.
Soak King Qingyou’s dragon horn in wine!?
That toddler...
Some people recognized Qin Xuan's identity, but some people didn't react yet.
Fairy Royal Saint couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. She looked at the young child on the dragon head of King Qingyou.
The power of the Qing Emperor?
There was a touch of bitterness on the corner of Fairy Yusheng's mouth, but there was a hint of awe in her eyes.
This is the Qing Emperor, so terrifying!
Immortal Lord Yutian was already dumbfounded. Qin Xuan's childish words lingered in his ears, and his heart was even more horrified.
King Qingyou was even more furious, "You dare to be so arrogant!"
As he roared, Qin Xuan's young hands had already touched the dragon's horn.
Qin Xuan exerted slight force on his palm.
The five fingers seemed to tightly grasp the green dragon's horn.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes.
"rise!"
With just one word, the next moment, the dragon horns suddenly rose into the sky, carrying dragon scales, flesh and blood, and dragon blood like a spring, rushing towards the sky.
King Qingyou's wails and groans of pain resounded throughout the entire world at this moment.
The dragon's horn was pulled out forcefully. King Qingyou may have never endured this kind of pain in his life.
In fact, even the last time King Qingyou had his keel broken by Immortal Lord Yutian, he had never felt such pain.
What's more, this kind of humiliation made King Qingyou go crazy, and there was even a trace of fear in the deepest part of his heart.
Who is this toddler!?
It's too scary!
When he faced this young child, he didn't look like this green dragon at all, but like a green insect, being ravaged by this young child wantonly.
Qin Xuan held the dragon's bones like a mayfly carrying a giant tree, and he threw it away.
"Qinglian, help me put it away first!"
"I'll take another dragon horn!"
Qinglong groaned in pain and anger, and Qin Xuan's milky voice slowly came out.
Then, the dragon horn was thrown into the air and landed in front of Mo Qinglian.
Mo Qinglian squeezed the spirit art in her hand, and the space paths intertwined, and she took the huge green dragon's horn into her hand.
She shook her head slightly, looking at the scene of Qin Xuan ravaging this pure-blooded blue dragon, she couldn't help but laugh.
If it were Qin Xuan's original appearance, everything would seem to be normal.
How could the majestic Qing Emperor, who destroyed the immortal veins and killed the Kowting Immortal, care about a pure-blooded blue dragon at the pinnacle of Mahayana?
Even the entire dragon clan would be afraid of it.
But now he looks like a three-year-old child, ravaging, trampling, and taking horns of a blue dragon tens of thousands of meters tall, as if playing with a toy in his hand. This kind of visual impact is so shocking that it makes people laugh and cry.
Qin Xuan's eyes were leisurely. He moved his palm again and pulled out the other dragon horn, throwing it to Mo Qinglian casually and keeping it for brewing wine.
At this moment, King Qingyou was severely injured, and even the dragon's roar was weak.
He didn't want to resist, but the trampling force under the child's feet seemed like an endless prison, making it difficult for him to move.
Even if he moves his whole body
Even the magical power and dragon power cannot shake it at all.
"who are you?"
King Qingyou opened his dragon's mouth, which contained a lot of shock, fear, disbelief, and endless pain.
Qin Xuan looked at the huge blood hole in front of him, which was the wound caused by him pulling out the dragon's horn.
He smiled slightly and stepped on it.
boom!
The sky collapsed and the earth shattered, and the dragon's head seemed to be buried directly under the earth.
King Qingyou didn't even roar in pain, he was almost knocked unconscious by Qin Xuan's kick.
The sound of milking milk slowly sounded into the Qinglong's ears.
"The world calls me the Qing Emperor!"
Qin Xuan's childlike eyes looked at the Qingyou King.
"When it comes to strength, if you look at the stars, there are countless sentient beings, I should be considered..."