Chapter 1296: Moving Mountain Dragon

The strength of the nine-tailed dragon is already very strong. If it goes up, it will basically win the crown.

If Taotielong went up, most likely he would become the murderer of his fellow disciples and be arrested.

It can only be worshiping the death dragon.

Fortunately, he had been suppressing the cultivation base of Chongdelong before.

However, if Chong Zhanlong is the top dragon king, it may be very difficult to win those outer disciples who have Shenlongzi.

The gap between outer disciples and inner disciples lies in this god-level realm.

Nan Tianting was originally the Immortal Sect, and those who could be recruited must be at the level of Sanxian God!

However, the death dragon's ascension to the god level is still short of the soul orb of the death dragon. Its foundation is very solid. If it ascends without the main god root, it can be successful, but it cannot be skipped. .

"Woo~~~"

The little nine-tailed dragon knew that Zhu Minglang was worried, so he took the initiative to apply for the battle.

"You are almost a god. Some deacons are not as good as us. This will make us too dazzling and not good for our moth plan." Zhu Minglang said.

"Woo~~~"

The little nine-tailed dragon shook its tail, and soon a layer of hazy brilliance appeared on its body.

This hazy brilliance, like a layer of veil, covered up the little Nine-Tailed Dragon's own Xinghuilong's aura. Zhu Minglang used his spiritual sense to probe, but found that the little Nine-Tailed Dragon's cultivation was only at the level of a god child!

"Zang Feng?"

"I almost forgot that you belong to the Demon Fox Dragon Clan. It is your nature to confuse opponents!"

"Very good, then you will pretend to be a little bit, as long as we are just qualified."

...

In spring and summer, the sea is blue and the sky is blue, and the competition is held on a flat island in the Wuhai Bridge.

The island has been polished smoother than floor tiles, and there are many small clean coral reefs scattered around the island, which have been built into sea-watching pavilions one after another.

The flying milky white curtains swayed in the sea breeze, and exquisite spiritual fruits were placed in front of the coral table. The teachers and officers quickly sat in these sea-viewing pavilions, facing the Fangping Island in the center.

The outer sect disciples will step into the Fangping Island from the foggy bridge one after another, and it will still be the most direct elimination match.

All the outer disciples entered this competition island in a disorderly manner, and whoever they ran into was whoever they were.

Those who win will enter the winner's group, and those who lose will be eliminated directly, and they will come back in the next season.

Zhu Minglang was at the very back this time. On the Wuhai Bridge, most of the outer disciples were looking at the other side of the contest island, and there were also a group of outer disciples standing on the Wuhai Bridge on the other side. By counting, you can know in advance what kind of opponent you will face.

"Don't meet Young Master Peng, don't meet Young Master Peng!"

"He is seventh from the opposite bank."

"Seventh, seventh, let me count..."

A little junior standing in front of Zhu Minglang stretched out his fingers to count, and finally touched himself.

"Sixth, I am sixth!"

Little Junior Brother Freckles was overjoyed, thankful that he did not meet that outer disciple named Peng Shao.

However, the joy on his face did not fade, and his eyes turned back involuntarily, staring at Zhu Minglang who was behind him.

For a while, many people's eyes also looked over.

"It seems that you and Peng Shao are fighting." The freckled junior said.

"It's okay." Zhu Minglang was naturally in a good mood.

"Indeed, I haven't seen you before, and I haven't heard of you. You should be prepared to be in the loser group no matter who you meet, right?" Junior Brother Freckles nodded.

How did you speak? ?

Zhu Minglang wondered, with such a handsome face, why has no one ever thought that he was a master? ?

Could it be that being handsome and having a peerless face cannot coexist?

"Is he very good, that Young Master Peng?" Zhu Minglang asked.

Only by understanding the strength of the opponent can we know how much water to put.

"You are so ignorant. Among the outer disciples, is there anyone who doesn't know Peng Shaoshen? He is the nephew of Bai Paijian..."

"Oh, I got it." Zhu Minglang didn't wait for the freckled junior brother to finish, and he was already gearing up... Oh, it's a pity, he didn't do it himself, so Zhu Minglang had to say hello to the little Nine Tails in the spiritual realm, grinding his claws Be sharp, and greet that Deacon Hu's nephew in a while.

Isn't Bai Paijian the uncle of Bai Jue who took the credit for Qiaocaiqing? He bullies the outer disciples like this because he has someone above him.

I didn't expect fate to be so ingenious!

...

It didn't take long for Zhu Minglang to play.

Sure enough, according to the order, it was the guy named Peng Shao who walked out from the other side.

This person has a long chin and a crooked mouth. It is rare to have such a wretched-looking person in a sect of immortal gods.

Originally, the situation of this kind of competition was basically not much different from that of the outer school audition. As long as Zhu Minglang summoned the Nine-tailed God, the battle would become no suspense.

But since it is to torture the opponent, then it is necessary to make the battle look evenly matched, and at the same time extend the time, so that the opponent can be ravaged many times!

"Nine-tailed dragon?" Peng Shao raised his mouth, and a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes, "I don't know if the thin arms and legs of your nine-tailed dragon can withstand the toss and toss of my mountain-moving dragon?"

After all, Peng Shao opened the spiritual domain, and suddenly a gray rock mountain almost filled the competition island!

Tall, majestic, and powerful like a landslide when walking, this mountain moving dragon is full of momentum. When he appeared on the stage, the disciples on the Wuhai Bridge were very lucky. Fortunately, it was not this young master Peng who met him.

"Yin Huo shouldn't have any effect on it, but you can remove all parts of this mountain-moving dragon, and you won't die anyway." Zhu Minglang said to the Nine-Tailed Dragon.

The fluff of the landscape painting on the nine-tailed dragon flew up. It didn't use the Samadhi fox fire, but flexibly used its claws and nine chain-like tails to launch a "demolition" attack on the mountain-moving dragon!

The moving mountain dragon is like a huge rock instrument. There are obvious mechanical joints in various parts of its body. These joints are particularly fragile. After all, in order to ensure the powerful movement of the body, if the joints are as thick as a mountain, it will be extremely clumsy !

The Nine-Tailed Dragon focused on its petrous joints. In order to ensure the duration of the torture, the Nine-Tailed Dragon, which could have crushed the Mountain-Moving Dragon long ago, deliberately disassembled it from the insignificant parts of the Mountain-Moving Dragon.

Tail, throw it into the sea for a soak first.

Longjiao, first smash it down and put it on the beach to dry.

The stone muscle dragon scales were grabbed one by one and spread on the ground as bricks to step on.

Then there are its arms.

This mountain-moving dragon has four arms, and it took Nine-tailed Dragon some effort to disassemble them one by one.

And then there are its giant ape-like hind legs, which are the strongest part of the mountain dragon, and its rock joints are also extremely strong, not a weakness at all.

There was no other way, Zhu Minglang had no choice but to let the nine-tailed dragon smash its two thick hind legs, who couldn't dismantle them?