Chapter 833: Molong rises into the air, the saints should be slaughtered
Transform into a dragon.
This is what all dragon descendants long for most.
Just like human beings who practice martial arts and long to break through to the divine realm and become gods.
Although Mo Jiaolong is a thousand-year-old dragon, his bloodline is extraordinary.
But if you want to transform into a dragon, it is still difficult to reach the sky.
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This trace of his residual thoughts came from Xiao Changfeng's blood essence.
Transform into a dragon briefly.
Among the dragons, claws are used to distinguish the strong and weak.
The weakest one is naturally the one-clawed dragon.
And the tallest one is the five-clawed dragon.
At this time, although Mo Jiao is only the weakest one-claw dragon.
But a dragon is a dragon.
It is the supreme being of all beasts, an existence that stands above countless living beings.
Snapped!
Molong raised his dragon claw and swung it suddenly.
Suddenly, the red light, which was faster than a flying sword, was instantly shattered.
There is no resistance.
"Um?"
The saint of the Northern Tang Dynasty frowned slightly.
At this moment, Mo Long actually gave him a sense of crisis.
But facing the defeated generals who were once his subordinates.
He still has confidence.
"I could kill you that day, and I can destroy you today!"
The saint of the Northern Tang Dynasty waved his hand again.
In an instant, the red light was like needles, turning into a rain of needles, heading towards Molong.
"Yu Beitang, today I will avenge your sneak attack!"
Molong is very powerful, even though it is only ten meters in size.
But it is more terrifying than Hydra.
In that original duel, the winner was the king and the loser was the enemy.
The saints of the Northern Tang Dynasty were revered by people.
Mo Jiaolong, on the other hand, has a bad reputation.
But the truth is completely the opposite.
The saint of the Northern Tang Dynasty made a vicious sneak attack and seriously injured Mo Jiaolong.
Therefore, he was able to kill Mo Jiaolong, and finally achieved his status as a saint with the dragon's heart and blood.
Boom!
The saints of the Northern Tang Dynasty and Molong fought together in mid-air.
The saint of the Northern Tang Dynasty was the founder of the Northern Tang Sect.
Strong and elusive.
And Molong is the resentment of the thousand-year-old Mojiao.
Now that he has received a sip of Xiao Changfeng's essence, he can temporarily transform into a dragon, and his strength is equally unfathomable.
The two fight.
In an instant the earth shook and the mountains shook.
The terrifying battle fluctuations are like typhoons and tsunamis.
Everyone watching the battle around the Dragon Slaying Platform was staggering and swaying, unable to stand firm.
"horrible!"
Hong Daoyuan and others were stunned.
Feng Lingbei and other Northern Tang Sect disciples were even more stunned!
And the 100,000 spectators showed excitement and excitement.
When I came here this time, I not only saw the battle between Xiao Changfeng and the Hundred Poison Saint Son.
It also witnessed the resumption of grudges between the saints of the Northern Tang Dynasty and Mo Jiaolong.
It's more than a worthwhile trip.
What a feast for the eyes!
"The ancestor is the strongest, no one can defeat him!"
The Holy Son of Hundred Poisons had already stood up at this time.
Looking at the Northern Tang saint fighting fiercely with Mo Long, I felt full of confidence.
But when his eyes swept over Xiao Changfeng.
The hatred in my heart suddenly rose again.
"Xiao Changfeng, all this happened because of you. When the ancestor kills Molong again, it will be your death!"
In this battle, he was defeated again and again.
The hatred for Xiao Changfeng in my heart also turned into an obsession.
But he firmly believes that the ancestor will win!
Boom!
Although Molong and the saint of Northern Tang Dynasty are just a trace of lingering thoughts.
But on this dragon-slaying platform, the power that can be exerted.
But it's extremely terrifying.
The sky swayed and the earth shook.
The spiritual energy surges and fluctuates like a tide!
Xiao Changfeng's complexion gradually recovered.
But there is still a touch of paleness.
That mouthful of blood just now.
This is no ordinary blood.
Not only does it contain his Qinglong magic power, but it also has a hint of Nascent Soul energy.
It is precisely because of this.
Only then could he help Mo Jiao's remaining thoughts transform into a dragon temporarily.
"The ink dragon rises in the sky, and the saint must be killed!"
Xiao Changfeng stood on the spot, looking at the battle in mid-air with bright eyes.
He had sensed Mo Jiaolong's resentment since he first stepped into the Dragon Slaying Platform.
But he didn't plan to do anything at the time.
It's just that this lingering thought of the saint of the Northern Tang Dynasty was revived by the Holy Son of Hundred Poisons.
That's why he awakened the Mo Jiao to resist the saints of the Northern Tang Dynasty.
If it were an ordinary black dragon.
Naturally, he will not be the opponent of the saint of Beitang.
But he helped him transform into a dragon.
The saints of the Northern Tang Dynasty could no longer resist the power of the Molong.
"It seems that I have been discovered by the way of cause and effect!"
Xiao Changfeng sighed slightly in his heart.
The way of cause and effect is mysterious and mysterious.
Originally Xiao Changfeng would not touch it.
But now he has condensed his Nascent Soul and merged into heaven and earth.
It is also entangled in cause and effect.
But I want to overcome the tribulation and ascend, and return to the fairyland.
Then the calamity of cause and effect will eventually be overcome.
The remnants of the saints of the Northern Tang Dynasty and Mo Jiaolong all came into being because of this.
"But what about cause and effect? Even if a thousand tribulations come and all difficulties come, I will cut them off with one sword!"
Xiao Changfeng was in a clear mind.
Facing this initial cause and effect, I didn't pay too much attention to it.
And at this time.
The battle in mid-air has reached a fierce stage.
"Yu Beitang, I trusted you in vain, you unexpectedly attacked me and used my hard work as the basis for your sanctification!"
Molong roared angrily, his dragon roar shaking the sky.
"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, Mo Jiao, you'd better die in peace!"
The saint of the Northern Tang Dynasty still looked indifferent, but his attacks were very ruthless.
"Bullshit, you are a winner and a loser, you insidious villain, I will kill you today!"
Molong roared angrily, and his attack became even more fierce.
Shocking!
The conversation between the two at this time.
It was also heard by everyone outside.
For a moment, everyone looked at each other in shock.
"I seem to have heard some terrible secret!"
Yaoyao's pupils shrank and her heart tightened.
"The saint of the Northern Tang Dynasty actually used a sneak attack to seriously injure Mo Jiao, and then used Mo Jiao's hard work to become a saint immediately?"
Ancestor Xie Yun also opened his mouth and his jaw dropped to the ground.
This secret seems to be different from the rumors.
The tall image of the saint of the Northern Tang Dynasty was instantly reversed.
Became an insidious villain!
"Impossible, my ancestor is an unparalleled genius who slayed an evil dragon and became a saint."
Feng Lingbei shook his head suddenly, unwilling to believe the truth.
The saints of the Northern Tang Dynasty are regarded as gods by all disciples of the Northern Tang Sect.
I would never believe such a thing.
"It must be Xiao Changfeng who did all this deliberately to discredit my ancestor of the Northern Tang Sect!"
Feng Lingbei pointed the finger at Xiao Changfeng.
The hatred in my heart became extremely strong.
this moment.
Everyone's heart was trembling.
Some people believe it, some people doubt it.
But after today, the reputation of the saints of the Northern Tang Dynasty will inevitably be greatly reduced.
Feng Lingbei, on the other hand, put the name of the culprit on Xiao Changfeng's head.
Plop!
At this moment, a figure fell from the sky and landed on the Dragon-Slaying Platform.
A huge deep pit was created in the Dragon Slaying Platform.
There are even more dense cracks spreading everywhere.
"Ancestor!"
Seeing the figure in the pit, Holy Son Baidu was shocked.
boom!
At this time, the ink dragon descended from the sky, and its claws severely stepped on the body of the saint of the Northern Tang Dynasty.
This showdown takes place after 30,000 years.
In the end, Molong won.
"Yu Beitang, you attacked me in a sneak attack and stole my blood to make you a saint. Today, my great revenge will be avenged. You can be wiped out in ashes!"
Molong's eyes were filled with hatred.
Thirty thousand years of resentment was finally vented at this moment.
Poof!
Before the saint of the Northern Tang Dynasty could struggle, he was directly caught and exploded by the dragon's claws.
In an instant, the figure collapsed and the sacred pattern disappeared.
this moment.
The remnants of the saint's sacred patterns of the Northern Tang Dynasty were destroyed!