Chapter 834: In the next life, remember not to provoke me
What?
The remaining thoughts of the saint of the Northern Tang Dynasty were wiped out?
Looking at the saint of Northern Tang Dynasty who quickly disappeared.
And the lines that have disappeared on the Dragon-Slaying Platform.
Everyone felt their brains buzzing, as if they had been hit hard.
This is a saint from the Northern Tang Dynasty!
The founder of the Northern Tang Sect.
It is said that at his peak, he was a strong man at the ninth level of the Saint Realm.
It's just one step away from becoming a Heavenly Lord.
Although it has fallen for more than 30,000 years.
But he is the supreme saint after all.
In this sanctified place, a wisp of holy patterns left behind will remain immortal for thirty thousand years.
but now.
Disappear!
The last trace of remnant left in the human world has completely disappeared.
Since then.
The saint of the Northern Tang Dynasty died completely.
at the same time.
In front of the mountain gate of the Northern Tang Sect.
That statue of the ancestor is a hundred meters in size.
Suddenly a crack appeared.
The crack is as thick as a finger.
From the center of the eyebrows down to the soles of the feet.
It's like being split in two.
Although he hasn't fallen down yet, his appearance is extremely embarrassing.
"No!"
On the Dragon-Slaying Platform, Saint Son of Hundred Poisons exclaimed with disbelief on his face.
The saint of the Northern Tang Dynasty, who was like a god in his mind, was destroyed just like that?
He didn't want to believe it, and he couldn't believe it.
Outside the Dragon-Slaying Platform.
Feng Lingbei, Xu Mohe and other Northern Tang Sect disciples had even darker eyes and shaky bodies.
Ancestor... was defeated?
How can this be!
But the holy pattern has disappeared, and the holy power has not remained at all.
There is no other explanation other than defeat.
"Groan!"
Mo Long stepped on the Dragon Slaying Platform, raised his head and let out a dragon roar of pleasure.
This resentment has been held back for thirty thousand years.
At this point, I finally vented my anger.
The roar of the dragon shakes the sky!
"The sacred patterns of the saints of the Northern Tang Dynasty are just gone?"
Yaoyao also failed to recover from the shock.
At this time, his neck was stiff and his eyes were horrified.
"Why!"
Ancestor Xie Yun sighed and said nothing.
This result was also beyond his expectation.
"I knew Master Xiao would win!"
Xiang Fei breathed a sigh of relief and kept clasping her hands.
It's also a little looser.
"Thank you, Lord True Dragon, for your help!"
At this time, after Mo Long vented his grievances.
He came to Xiao Changfeng respectfully.
He knows it very well.
If Xiao Changfeng hadn't awakened him and given him a mouthful of blood essence.
I'm afraid he will never be able to avenge this.
What's more, Xiao Changfeng carries the meaning of a true dragon.
He was naturally in awe.
"There are causes and effects in the world. Helping you is also helping me, so don't be polite!"
Xiao Changfeng's complexion had recovered a lot, and he spoke lightly at this time, without showing any signs of joy.
Tsk!
At this moment.
Mo Long's body was filled with black energy, and his aura instantly weakened.
The power of Xiao Changfeng's blood essence.
That’s it for now.
The ink dragon degenerated into an ink dragon again.
And because he used too much power, his figure gradually became illusory.
It's like it's about to turn into ashes.
"Lord True Dragon, you help me take revenge. The old dragon has nothing to offer in return. I am willing to use my little power to help your martial soul grow."
Mo Jiao didn't care at all that his figure was gradually becoming transparent.
Instead, he respectfully thanked Xiao Changfeng.
Xiao Changfeng pondered for a moment, then nodded.
"Can!"
Mo Jiao saluted respectfully again.
Then the entire figure quickly turned into a streak of ink light and flew towards Xiao Changfeng.
Finally, he was submerged into the Qinglong Martial Spirit.
In an instant.
The nine-meter-long Qinglong martial spirit let out a crisp and high-pitched dragon roar.
Far more pure than the black dragon.
Then the Qinglong Wuhun grew in size.
It became ten meters in size!
So far.
On the Dragon-Slaying Platform, the sage of the Northern Tang Dynasty and Mo Jiaolong have been entangled in their grudges for thirty thousand years.
Completely finished!
Boom!
The sacred pattern and dragon blood disappeared, and the entire Dragon Slaying Platform suddenly shook.
Not only that.
Centered on the previous deep pit.
There are more and more cracks all around.
And it is getting deeper and longer.
By the end, the entire Dragon Slaying Platform was roaring and shaking.
Like a mountain collapsing.
"No, the Dragon-Slaying Platform is about to collapse!"
Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked.
No one could have imagined that Dragon Slaying Platform would collapse.
And at this time.
On the Dragon-Slaying Platform, the duel between Xiao Changfeng and the Hundred Poison Saint Son.
It's not over yet.
Whoosh!
Xiao Changfeng took the lead and soared into the sky.
The whole person turned into a long rainbow of green light and went straight towards the Holy Son of Hundred Poisons.wavv
Since it is a life and death showdown.
Then one of them must die!
"damn it!"
Saint Son of Baidu was the first to sense Xiao Changfeng's move.
His face suddenly changed.
But now he could no longer escape.
I had to bite the bullet and fight.
"Xiao Changfeng, I will never lose to you!"
boom!
The Poison Martial Spirit appears again. Although the Martial Spirit cannot be fused, it is still very powerful.
Not only that.
The Holy Son of Hundred Poisons also took out the peacock feather again.
Although twenty-two poisonous needles were broken, the power of the peacock feather is still far beyond that of ordinary semi-sacred weapons.
"kill!"
The Holy Son of Hundred Poisons took a deep breath, with a fierce look in his eyes.
At this moment, he took action with all his strength to make the final decision with Xiao Changfeng.
"Like an ant!"
Xiao Changfeng reached out and grabbed it.
This time he did not use the Void Flying Sword.
Instead, he took out the Five Elements Magic Sword.
For magic weapon users, only magic power can exert its true power.
In an instant, mana poured in.
Runes suddenly lit up on the Five Elements Magic Sword.
These runes are mysterious and mysterious.
There is also a spirit of the Five Elements.
The spiritual energy within three hundred meters was ordered by Xiao Changfeng.
"cut!"
Holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, he slashed with one strike.
boom!
A golden sword light fifteen meters long, with the sharpness and hardness unique to metal.
Falling from mid-air, the sword kills the Holy Son!
Looking from a distance, it looks like a god fighting with a sword.
To kill the evil demon.
"Kaiyuan Knife!"
The Holy Son of Hundred Poisons was boiling with poisonous energy, looking like a mad demon.
He not only cast the peacock feather.
He even took out his strongest Kaiyuan Sword.
Ding-ding-ding-ding!
The peacock spreads its tail and poisonous needles fill the air.
However, the fifteen-meter golden sword light is also indestructible.
And there was a violent collision.
Although the peacock feather has broken twenty-two poisonous needles, its power is greatly reduced.
But it is a sacred weapon after all.
It actually shattered the fifteen-meter-long sword light into pieces.
But that's all.
After shattering the golden sword light.
The peacock feather also lost its power and turned into a chipped iron fan again.
And at this time.
Xiao Changfeng held the Five Elements Magic Sword in his hand, but it continued to fall.
when!
The Five Elements Magic Sword and the Kaiyuan Sword collided together.
This top-quality semi-holy weapon is compared with the embryo of a magic weapon called the Five Elements Magic Sword.
After all, it was still weaker.
Under the magic power, the Kaiyuan Sword cannot resist it.
Although it wasn't cut in half, it was still cut straight away.
And at this time.
After the Five Elements Magic Sword defeated Peacock Ling and Kaiyuan Dao.
Arriving in front of the Holy Son of Hundred Poisons.
"Lord Holy Son!"
Feng Lingbei stood up in shock and rushed towards here crazily.
I want to save the Holy Son of Poison.
However, Xiao Changfeng showed no mercy.
"In the next life, remember not to provoke me!"
Finished talking.
The sword falls!
In the horrified eyes of the Hundred Poison Saint Son.