The face of the fourth-grade emperor was extremely cold. He did not expect to encounter such a difficult incident. During this period, the most famous demon king in the Holy Domain actually came to kill him!
"So strong, it's Zhang Ling." The face of the Saint of the Martial Palace was solemn, and she could feel how terrifying this person was, especially after mastering the treasure, few people at the king level could be his opponent.
"Roar!"
At this moment, the little golden dragon roared excitedly, flying in the air, surrounding Dao Ling. It originally thought that Dao Ling had been lost, but it didn't expect to meet him here.
"Little guy, we meet again." Dao Ling smiled, but he didn't expect to meet the little golden dragon, nor did he expect that it would encounter so many twists and turns and its practice would increase to an extremely strong level.
Moreover, Dao Ling could feel that the little golden dragon had not ignited the imperial dragon energy. It was indeed terrifying. If it was not damaged, its future achievements would be extremely terrifying!
Even if the little golden dragon is not the real dragon in legend, it is still very terrifying. It is a kind of creature that defies heaven and will have endless achievements in the future.
"Zhang Ling, what do you mean?" The old man's eyes were cold, and he said sinisterly: "Are you also going to interfere in the affairs of my martial arts palace?"
Dao Ling's eyes squinted at the fourth-grade emperor. The little golden dragon roared angrily, hating the old man very much and suffered a great loss at his hands.
"Do you have any objections?" Dao Ling stood on the ground, black and dancing, and shouted: "If you have any objections, come over here and let me see how much you weigh!"
The old man's face was extremely cold, and he said coldly: "Young man, don't make a mistake, our Martial Arts Hall is not something everyone can provoke. Don't think that just because you have killed a few people, you dare to challenge our Martial Arts Hall!"
"I've killed many people in the Martial Palace." Dao Ling's eyes were cold and he said indifferently: "I won't miss you either!"
The old man's face was extremely gloomy, his fists were clenched, and an uncontrollable anger surged in his heart. He used to be a strong man in the Martial Palace, and he was a ninth-grade emperor!
In order to capture the little golden dragon, he committed suicide and entered the holy war field. Although his practice has only returned to the fourth level, it is not easy for him to be humiliated.
"Brother Zhang Ling, you have no grievances with Wu Dian, so don't say anything too harsh!" The Holy Son of Wu Dian is graceful, graceful, with bright red lips, and is very beautiful.
"I'll tell you the truth, if you don't leave, I don't mind keeping you here." Dao Ling said with a faint smile. This woman was killed by him once, but it's a pity that she doesn't remember it because the clone has been destroyed!
"Brother Zhang Ling, I am talking to you seriously. Our Martial Arts Palace has been looking for this little golden dragon for a year, and it destroyed a king-grade dragon vein in my Martial Arts Palace!"
The Holy Maiden of the Martial Palace held her jade hands tightly. The king-grade dragon veins of the Holy Domain were too precious. They only had three of them in the Martial Palace, but one of them was destroyed by the little golden dragon!
Dao Ling was a little surprised and glanced at the little golden dragon. The little golden dragon shook his head. That means I didn't do it!
Dao Ling laughed. Little Golden Dragon must have done it. He didn't expect Little Golden Dragon to be able to destroy the King-grade Dragon Vein in the Martial Palace!
The little golden dragon really wanted to say that this was actually done by the spirit mink. The little golden dragon was very weird. When it became a king, it absorbed all the essence of a king-grade dragon vein!
Wu Dian went crazy and pursued the little golden dragon with all his strength to capture it alive. Even if there was no such thing, how could Wu Dian let the little golden dragon go?
"You, the Martial Palace, are rich and powerful, but you still care about a king-grade dragon vein?" Dao Ling said with a slight smile.
"Young man, please don't go too far. I think you are seeking death. Do you think you can provoke me, the Martial Arts Hall?" The old man's face was extremely gloomy and he said gloomily.
"Provocation?" Dao Ling raised his eyebrows. He strode over with a giant ax in his hand and said indifferently: "I'm not provoking, otherwise neither of you would survive!"
"You!" The old man's face was extremely ferocious, and he shouted: "You are so courageous, I think you are really lawless!"
The Saintess of the Martial Palace also had cold eyes, and she said: "Since Taoist Brother Zhang Ling refuses to give up, I want to see how powerful you are, little girl!"
"Just because you are a woman, you are not qualified for me to take action. You two should do it together. I don't have much time!"
Dao Ling walked step by step, his momentum became more and more terrifying, every step he took shook the mountains and rivers, the heaven and the earth roared, and the huge pressure swept the entire place!
"Let's go!" Xu Wen quickly retreated with the little golden dragon. He had no way to intervene in this battle.
"Arrogant!" The old man's face was ferocious. Just when he was about to rush forward, the Saint of the Martial Palace waved his hand to stop him. She smiled: "It seems that Brother Zhang Ling is very confident!"
She stepped forward with the soles of her feet, and her whole body rushed out of the dazzling red glow, like an ancient phoenix awakening, with the glow rising all over her body.
Her aura became more and more terrifying, and finally it exploded, and the aura rushing towards Daoling was blasted away.
Boom!
This land is shaking violently, and the mountains are cracking. These are two kinds of terrible storms surging here, rolling violently, trying to tear up this world.
Dao Ling snorted. His aura became stronger and stronger, and his golden body became more and more terrifying. The energy in the cave merged into his body, causing his body to burn like a big furnace, shaking the blood of people in the distance.
Dao Ling's body was completely rioting, swallowing up the mountains and rivers with anger, and the silk was flying, threatening the mountains, rivers and the earth.
"What a strong body!" The lips of the Saint of the Martial Palace trembled slightly, feeling a terrible pressure. She moved instantly, and an ancient bell appeared in her palm.
The red ancient clock hung above her head, and thousands of rays of divine clouds dropped down, like a waterfall pouring down one after another, trying to break the heaven and the earth.
This is a mouthful of treasure. When it wakes up, it starts knocking and creates overwhelming ripples, like a red wave sweeping over.
"It turns out that he relied on a treasure!" The giant ax in Dao Ling's hand exploded, emitting a huge black light and cracking the sound waves. At the same time, he was running rampant and appeared in front of the Saint of the Martial Palace in an instant.
"Chi!" "Boom!"
The giant ax and the ancient bell exploded in an instant, causing a terrible collision with each other, and the squeezing world was torn apart!
The giant ax came out furiously, the ancient bell struck upwards, and the two treasures clashed with each other. Like the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, the place exploded directly. Everything was going to be destroyed, and the mountains were collapsing.
The two of them came up and launched their strongest attack!
"Boom!"
The bell buzzed violently due to Dao Ling's giant axe. Blood flowed from the corner of the Martial Palace Saint's mouth, and she stepped back after being shaken.
Dao Ling's face didn't look good either. None of the treasures were within their grasp at the moment. The shock force from the giant ax made his mouth bleed.
However, at this moment, when the battle between the treasures ended, the space in front of Dao Ling suddenly cracked, and a shadow appeared in it, and it instantly stretched out its palm to hit Dao Ling's head.
"Go to hell, you beast!" the old man roared ferociously, choosing the right moment to kill Dao Ling directly.
Suddenly, the old man's eyes were dazzled. Three shadows appeared in his world, filled with terrifying fluctuations, bursting out with domineering power like an ancient star, and flew away in an instant.
"No!"
The old man roared uncontrollably, and his scalp was numb with fear. He felt that this space was blocked, and these three shadows punched out at once, blasting through all means.
His head, chest, and back were all sunken, his bones were broken, and he was almost exploded here by the Big Dipper Fist.
"Get out!" Dao Ling kicked him out. The old man flew high into the sky, his body covered in blood, and he was almost kicked to death.
Boom!
At this moment, the ancient bell rang again, erupting with terrifying ripples that swept across Dao Ling's body.
Dao Ling's shadow shattered, and he disappeared. This was a time of passage, and Dao Ling was about to reach his strongest state!
Chi!
His shadow suddenly appeared in front of the Holy Maiden of the Martial Palace. The giant ax struck at her body, and the sharp energy spurted out, tearing the void apart.
The eyes of the Holy Maiden of the Martial Palace shrank, the ancient bell turned around, and struck at the giant ax that came towards her. This time it was no longer as powerful as before, and was used as a weapon by them.
"I don't want to waste time either, just take the move!"
The ancient bell and the giant ax clashed together, and the Holy Maiden of the Martial Palace took the initiative to kill. She flapped her palms and sent out red clouds rolling towards the shadow in front of her.
"So good!"
Dao Ling made a fist seal with his palm, punching one after another. Each punch was unrivaled, like big stars hitting him.
Under the cover of night, two shadows had a terrible collision across the ancient clock and the giant axe. The fists were bloody and the whole world was torn apart, which shocked people's hearts.
This blood is the blood of the Saint of the Martial Palace. Her arms were shaken by the shock, but she was able to bear it down, which surprised Dao Ling. This woman is very powerful!
"You still want to fight me with this little strength?" Dao Ling punched out for the last time. The sky cracked and the earth collapsed, and the wind of the fist was so strong that the saintess of the Martial Palace was blown away. Her clothes were torn apart, revealing her snow-white skin, and she flew backwards.