The aura in Wu Ming's body was extremely disordered. If his body had not been different from ordinary people, he would have been beaten into powder by the power of the great masters who were far beyond ordinary.
Even after passing through the resistance of a layer of Azure Southern Pearl, as well as the green dragon armor to protect his body, and the dragon clothes to protect his heart, he sprayed several mouthfuls of blood, lay down powerlessly in the pit, and stared at the huge falling sky.
Dragon Claw.
"This is the power of that bastard fish's full blow. You absolutely can't resist it!"
Kuye's tone was surprisingly solemn.
"Hey!"
Wu Ming looked ferocious and put his hand to his heart.
Apart from the trump cards such as Loach, Longyi, and Lengyue Sword, the only ones that can compete with this power are Lian Deng, Ku Ye, and the unknown bronze holy sword.
He is not an impersonal cold-blooded animal. Over the years, Ku Ye has really helped him a lot. Although he doesn't say it, he secretly remembers this favor in his heart.
Now is the critical moment of rebirth that Ku Ye has dreamed of. How can this lead to a great cause and effect with the Golden Scale Demon King who is about to be canonized?
No one can guarantee what kind of drastic changes will be caused by such a cause and effect.
cause and effect!
Butterfly wings!
Wu Ming followed the local customs and already believed that cause and effect were the butterfly wings involved in the changes in fate. Since it was a foregone conclusion, he would try again!
But before the bronze holy sword could be unsheathed, the ground suddenly shook violently, causing Wu Ming, who was already severely injured, to vomit blood. The condensed strand of true energy immediately dissipated, leaving him with no time to retrieve the sword.
Ku Ye did not hesitate to mobilize the power of the holy soul to take action. He believed that under the light of the lotus lantern, no matter how great the cause and effect, he could avert danger!
"No, something came out of the ground!"
Using his holy soul with all his strength, Ku Ye's senses were extremely sharp and he instantly captured abnormal movements.
Buzz!
Before he could finish his words, monstrous flames shot up into the sky at the moment the crack appeared. A huge torrent of magma spread out for dozens of miles in radius. A large area of the earth's crust also rose up with it, and everyone was wrapped in it.
Within the coverage of magma.
For a moment, all kinds of precious lights flashed, and everyone immediately used the strongest life-saving means to protect themselves.
Wu Ming is no exception. Although his true energy has been exhausted, Longyi is connected to his mind. With a thought, it turns into a thin sapphire light curtain and merges with the green dragon armor, making this armor full of cracks.
The armor seemed to return to normal in an instant, bursting out with terrifying and unprotected majesty!
Even so, Wu Ming felt as if he was burnt, and even smelled a hint of meat. The brilliance of the dragon robe and green dragon armor dimmed under the impact of the magma torrent at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The only good thing is that although the dragon claw phantom was not washed away, it also slowed down its descent.
"That's..."
But his eyes were fixed on the thin figure at the top of the magma torrent, covered in red-gold light. Although he had a bald head, he could still recognize it at a glance. It was Mo Zangfeng.
But what made him feel quite strange was that although this person had completely recovered his arrogant and arrogant attitude when he was ruthless and didn't say much, he still had a cold look all over his body. Even if the red gold flames in his eyes were flickering, it still couldn't be ignored.
The feeling of alienation that keeps people away!
"Things that don't know how to live or die!"
Jin Qing's expression changed slightly, but he immediately discovered that although Mo Zangfeng's appearance was loud, his aura was still that of a master, and he couldn't help but feel coldly.
In his heart, except for the saints, no one in the world can compare with his father, the Golden Scale Demon King. Even ordinary saints may not be his opponents, let alone a mere grandmaster?
It was not so much out of blind trust in the Golden Scale Demon King, but rather out of lack of cultivation experience that he could not detect Mo Zangfeng's abnormal state at all. Except for Wu Ming who had some sense of it because he was familiar with it, the only one who noticed something was wrong was Ku Ye.
"No, he..."
Before he finished speaking, Mo Zangfeng, who was standing at the top of the magma torrent, moved. He looked up at the huge dragon claws that covered the sky and the sun. The red-gold flames in his eyes surged, like two small Golden Crow spirits, but they solidified.
Hundreds of times.
"rise!"
Mo Zangfeng lowered his waist, stood up, exhaled loudly, and suddenly reached down with his right hand.
Buzz!
The torrent of magma seemed to come to life and exploded in all directions. The terrifying air waves surged and made a violent sound like thunder. Everyone was shocked to find that a giant shadow of thousands of feet emerged from it.
No, to be precise, it is a dragon horn that is gray-red all over, as if it has been burned through, and exudes power without any power!
"Holy Dragon Horn!"
Jin Qing's face changed wildly and she exclaimed in surprise.
As a Shui tribe member of the dragon bloodline, he instantly noticed the pressure of life coming from his bloodline bones, which gave him an inexplicable feeling of surrender.
What's especially terrifying is that although this aura is not as powerful as his father, the Golden Scale Demon King, it is countless times purer. It is undoubtedly left by a dragon sacred place!
Kaka!
But when the dragon's holy horn surged out, it did not hit the dragon's claws, but under Mo Zangfeng's hand, it made a cracking sound, as harsh as thunder, and in the blink of an eye a terrifying wave exploded, sweeping in all directions.
"Condensation!"
Mo Zangfeng roared again, curled his fingers into claws, and a red-gold sun-like light and shadow emerged in his palm, constantly absorbing the power escaping from the shattered sacred dragon horn.
In the blink of an eye, it turned into a knife of light that flickered with dazzling light. Even if you close your eyes and dodge, you will feel the pain in your soul!
It's a long story, but in just an instant, the huge dragon claws came down, crushing the torrent of magma that rose into the sky, and what was ushered in was a ray of red gold sword light with unparalleled sharpness!
Boom Kaka!
The ear-piercing explosions were like thunder in the ears. Everyone's foreheads buzzed, their whole bodies trembled, and their souls undulated like bamboo rafts in the torrent, ready to overturn at any time.
There was even a Grand Master who was seriously injured. He immediately joined in and fell to the ground. He flopped on the ground for a few times and then lost his voice. He immediately let out a burning aura and was swallowed by the magma.
The rest of the people were not feeling well either, bleeding from almost all their orifices, unsteady on their feet, and almost falling into the lava. I don't know how long it took, but it seemed like an instant, and it seemed extremely long. They really experienced what it meant to live like a year.
When I looked again, there was a double image in front of my eyes. I rubbed my eyes subconsciously and couldn't see clearly. But everyone noticed that the power of the huge dragon claw that covered the sky and the sun and shrouded the mind suddenly collapsed!
"Pfft, it's impossible..."
Jin Qing vomited blood, lost consciousness and exclaimed.
With the canonization of the Golden Scale Demon King now a foregone conclusion, how could he, who was so proud and arrogant, be able to withstand such a blow?
How could a mere grandmaster, even from a Tianpin sect, have the ability to break the dragon claw that contained his father's full blow?
"snort!"
Mo Zangfeng suddenly staggered, looked up at the sky, and made a sound that sounded like a muffled snort or a cold snort. It was obvious that he was not completely intact, but there was a red-gold sword in his hand.
The reason why it is said to be the light of the sword, not the sword, is because the light of the sword flickers uncertainly, flickering on and off. It does not seem to be an entity, but it reveals an unparalleled and breathtaking edge!
"He...the aura on his body is probably caused by..."
Kuye said a little uncertainly.
"You mean, the Great Sun Golden Crow that fell countless years ago did not die, but instead took over Mo Zangfeng's body?"
Wu Ming's face looked as ugly as possible.
As smart as him, how could he not guess the meaning of Ku Ye's words, but when he thought that Mo Zangfeng ended up in this situation, it was probably because of him that he couldn't accept it!
That energetic young swordsman was so arrogant. With such a result, even if he died, he would not rest in peace!
"Damn it!"
The next moment, Wu Ming pressed his left hand hard on his heart and took out the bronze holy sword without hesitation and killed Mo Zangfeng.
"Wait!"
Ku Ye was well aware of his temper and hurriedly stopped him, "Although the sword strike just now was probably drawn from the power of the dragon's sacred horn, it came from the divine sword technique, and I noticed the fluctuation of the soul and aura belonging to that boy, which was probably related to that
The existence that inexplicably occupied his body formed a special symbiotic relationship!"
"Is there still hope?"
Wu Ming asked anxiously.
"God knows!"
Kuye said directly.
Wu Ming was silent, maybe only God knows.
Mo Zangfeng may be a talented swordsman from the Chinese human race, but his cultivation is still shallow after all. That unknown existence is most likely the fallen Chaos Demon God, transformed by the remaining will of the Golden Crow of the Sun. No matter how firm the will is,
How can we stop being devoured by such beings?
What's more, after swallowing a Golden Crow Essence, the soul received indescribable benefits. The power of the unknown existence must be far greater than this treasure. One can imagine what kind of terrifying situation Mo Zangfeng faced!
At this time, the huge body of the Dragon Sacred Horn had collapsed into slag, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye as the torrent of magma hit it. Surprisingly, the terrifying fluctuations in the Jedi seemed to be showing signs of dissipating.
All of this started with the appearance of Mo Zangfeng!
"Brother Qin, Brother Cheng, Brother Tian, we all have the same goal. How about we put aside our past grudges and kill them?"
Jin Qing said sharply.
"good!"
The three of them looked at each other and attacked Wu Ming almost at the same time. Jin Qing, Lei Feng, and Lei Hengfeng were no exception. They all wanted to seize Wu Ming's valuable treasure as soon as possible. They were merciless, but not as good as the three Li.
It was close, and Qin Songzhi was the closest.
The rest, nearly ten grand masters, all attacked Mo Zangfeng who was standing in mid-air!
Although the vast and impenetrable energy of various colors is far less terrifying than the dragon's claw, it is still enough to kill anyone of the same level. Especially at this time, Mo Zangfeng seemed to have been seriously injured while resisting the dragon's claw.
"die!"
Amid the majestic cold shout, Mo Zangfeng glanced indifferently, and casually waved the red-gold light knife in his hand, and an invisible edge flickered out of nothingness.
"throat!"
Almost at the same time, all the great masters groaned in unison, falling silently like kites with broken strings.
"How is that possible?"
Jin Qing and others, who had not yet rushed to Wu Ming's side, realized something was wrong and couldn't help but turn pale in horror.
Mo Zangfeng's body swayed slightly, and two huge bare red-gold wings suddenly flashed from behind. On top of his smooth head, waist-length red-gold hair sprouted like bamboo shoots after rain, blowing in the wind like flames.
call!
As soon as his wings spread, there was a hunting sound, and the hot and unprotected breath surged. Just as he was about to spread his wings and fly away, Mo Zangfeng's face suddenly became distorted, and he squatted down with his head covered. His cold and ruthless golden pupils suddenly shot out with terrifying light, and he died.