The power of scorching flames penetrated his body, and at this moment Lin Yukun felt as if his body was about to melt.
The thirty-six Tianxian-level Lin tribesmen who formed the Wind and Thunder Thirty-six Swords Killing Immortal Formation each slashed out a sword at this time, and the thirty-six sword lights pierced towards the dragon shadow sun in the void like a rainbow penetrating the sun. Obviously,
These Wind and Thunder Winged Lin Orcs realized that it was unrealistic to escape alone. Even if they wanted to leave, they had to first neutralize the power of Wen Kaishan's forbidden technique.
It's just that these powerful Celestials among the Wind and Thunder Winged Lin Beast Clan still underestimated the Dragon Clan's forbidden arts, and also underestimated Wen Kaishan's cultivation.
In a long dragon roar, the dragon shadow in the scorching sun roared, a dragon breath spit out, and endless fire light spread out, directly covering all these fairy-level wind and thunder winged lin beasts. Thirty-six
The sword light was directly annihilated in the flames.
These fairy-level Yilin Beast Tribes drew out a piece of sword light in horror, trying to block the roaring dragon's breath. The sword screen was easily melted under the dragon's breath, and then one by one, the Wind and Thunder Winged Lin Beast Tribe also began to attack.
The dragon's breath turned into flying ash. As for Lin Yukun, who had escaped for some distance, his body was penetrated by a dragon claw that came from behind, and his soul could not escape.
At this time, the scorching sun of the dragon shadow in the void has become thinner after several consecutive blows. Even the headless white corpse with low cultivation level, the Lin clan, can feel the deep twilight energy in it. But the power of the tiger's death is still there, Wen
Kaishan killed Lin Yukun at the expense of himself. The Thirty-Six Swords of Wind and Thunder to Kill the Immortal Formation really shocked the armies of the Corpse Clan and Lin Clan that were pouring in from the clan-protecting formation of Xiaolong Mountain.
Seeing the continuous influx of enemy troops, the already thinned dragon shadow scorching sun began to turn into balls of fire, falling like fire rain, densely sprinkled on the headless white corpses at the gap in the formation, the wind and thunder winged lin beast tribe,
Suddenly, screams began one after another among the enemy troops. The headless white corpses and wind-thunder-winged Lin beast tribes were turned into nothingness under the rain of fire. In the blink of an eye, thousands of corpse troops and Lin tribesmen were lost.
have been exhausted, and the casualties continue to increase.
Until the scorching sun of the dragon shadow in the void completely dissipated, the corpse army pouring in from below, the Lin clan's casualties had expanded to more than 20,000. Except for the tens of thousands directly wiped out by the fire rain, the others were either residual bodies, or
It's because the power of the fire rain gradually decreased and he suffered wounds of varying severity.
The dragon clan's forbidden technique was so powerful that Wen Tingdao sighed sadly when he saw the dragon shadow that had disappeared into the blazing sun. Although under Wen Kaishan's governance, the tribe failed to reach its heyday, Wen Kaishan had not made any achievements for so many years.
After working so hard, he ended up like this. He glanced at the tribesmen who were still fighting to the death. Even though the headless white corpse and the wind and thunder winged beast tribe still had an absolute advantage at this time, the dragon tribe's screams kept coming from the chaotic battlefield.
Wail, the roar of dying together with the enemy.
Wen Tingdao suddenly felt that there were these dragon clansmen who dared to die fearlessly. Even if they died in battle, as long as this spirit could continue, the dragon clan would still have hope of resurrection. And what he had to do was to bring as many clansmen as possible into the charge.
Survive the siege and survive as much as possible from this shocking disaster.
A Celestial Level Dragon Clan's Cave Fire Dragon Domain was fully activated. The Fire Dragon Mace directly split two Wind Thunder Winged Beast Clan of the same level into two halves. Finally, the Fire Dragon Mace turned into a piercing light and was submerged into a Celestial Level Headless White Beast.
Inside the corpse, a big hole was blown out in its abdomen. At the same time, this Celestial Immortal-level dragon was also hit by dozens of Xuanxian-level headless white corpses using Xuanzhi chains. After a long battle, the dragon's body was struck by these
The corpse chains with sharp teeth were bundled into dozens of pieces and scattered down from the void, but not a drop of blood flowed out. It was obvious that the dragon blood in this immortal-level dragon had been completely sucked dry by those mysterious corpse chains.
The Double Dragon Golden Guard Formation, which was divided into two groups by more than ten thousand dragons, was like two huge mountains blocking the gap in the clan-protecting formation. From then on, the zombie army and the Lin Clan were all wiped out by this dragon formation. The golden immortal-level powerful
The isthmus that was torn apart after the battle was almost filled with a thick smell of blood, and corpse blades, dragon soldiers, and broken limbs were scattered everywhere in the void.
When the dragon clan's battle array faced the attack of the enemy with an absolute advantage in terms of strength, although they fought extremely tenaciously, clan members still continued to fall, being engulfed by the thick corpse aura or rolling wind and thunder, and the whole battlefield screamed with corpses.
, the roar of dragons, the sounds of wind and thunder are endless...
"Grandpa!" When the photo bead sent by the surviving dragon clan of the tribe was delivered to Wen Yan, she couldn't help but feel sad when she saw in the photo that Wen Kaishan used the dragon clan's forbidden technique to kill a powerful enemy, and finally turned into nothingness.
"Moo----" Wen Dao, Wen Ting and the other seventeen remaining Xuanxian-level dragon clans let out a long dragon roar. Xiaolong Mountain fell, Taishang Elder Wen Kaishan, and countless clansmen died in the battle. In the blink of an eye,
They are already homeless.
Lu Xiaotian was speechless for a long time when he looked at the tragic battle situation conveyed in the photo bead. Before setting off, the old monster Wen Kaishan was still bargaining with him. Even though the other party had a lot of thoughts, he was always trying to get more for the people of the Xiaolong Mountain Territory.
He had so much knowledge. He didn’t expect that such a powerful dragon clan man would die in battle in such a blink of an eye.
With Lu Xiaotian's eyesight, he could naturally see that Yi Wen Kaishan's strength was capable of retreating from this chaos. But Wen Kaishan did not choose to do this, but chose to die together with the powerful enemy to give more opportunities to live.
It was left to the tribesmen. Although a large number of dragons were still killed in the battle, it is still unclear how many dragons were evacuated. At least Wen Kaishan tried his best, at the cost of his own life.
Once the Golden Immortal Avenue fell, although it was not the first time for Lu Xiaotian to see a strong man of this level die in battle, Lu Xiaotian, who was also from the Dragon Clan, had more emotions.
It was only more than twenty days before they went to Mu Langtan. At that time, Lu Xiaotian destroyed several other headless white corpse armies and then rushed to join Wen Yan and other dragon tribes. Later, something happened, and a thunder-winged lin beast tribe
Passing by, Lu Xiaotian rushed to kill these thousands of wind and thunder winged lin beasts using similar techniques. When he came back, Wen Yan, Wen Dao, Wen Ting, and the thirty Xuanxian level dragon clan had already killed a group of heavenly beings.
A headless white corpse, Kui Sha was seriously injured and fled. As for the more than two thousand corpse army, except for a few who escaped, most of them had been killed.
After this battle, Wen Yan's three Celestial-level dragons each suffered injuries of varying severity, and more than ten of the thirty Xuanxian-level dragons who formed the Weeping Blood Dragon Sound Formation were also killed or injured.
It's just that the surviving dragon clan like Wen Yan didn't have much joy in life, only endless sadness, anger, and hatred. Their clansmen in the Xiaolong Mountain Domain suffered an unprecedented catastrophe.
"Let's go back and join the rest of the tribe." Wen Yan said after wiping her tears.