Chapter 295 Mystical Art, Annihilating Pupils

Kill people invisible.

The sword spirit dragon attacked and took Song Xunshan's life straight away!

Song Xunshan fell down slowly, his wrinkled face was full of disbelief! !

Dormant in this pear flower ditch for so many years, deceived countless people in the world, and strengthened the Yinling Village. It was about to come into contact with the Yinling magic of the higher gods, and it was about to be recognized by the higher village. How could he die so easily? In the hands of a few outsiders.

The blood flowed continuously, and the ghouls controlled by Song Xunshan also began to twitch, and soon they turned into pools of rotten corpses like marionettes whose threads had been cut off one after another!

"father!!"

Song Luo roared, his whole body was like a raging beast.

Around him, there appeared a few Wuye Sanglong and Guiyin Sanglong, trying to kill and avenge Song Xunshan.

However, the Shenmu Qingshenglong, which possesses the ghost shadow, showed a stronger suppressive force. It was difficult for the Dirty Night Sanglong and the Strange Sound Sanglong to cross its magic vine field, and those twisted strange magic vines were like a vine. The body of a devil dragon from hell, ferocious and terrifying, both Dirty Night Sanglong and Strange Sound Sanglong are doomed to die, not to mention the lower-level bat-winged Sanglong...

"I'm going to kill all of you, I'm going to turn you into skeletons!!" Song Luo shouted angrily.

"It's self-inflicted!" Zhu Minglang said disdainfully.

Pulling the sword spirit dragon with his fingers, Zhu Minglang once again displayed the sword technique he had only comprehended not long ago!

Firefly Sword - Panlong!

Swords are like fireflies, intertwined brilliantly.

They spread towards the surroundings little by little with the coiled sword air flow. Although the overall movement is slow, the hovering sword shadows composed of thousands of swords and fires make the mourning dragons in the mountains have nowhere to dodge!

The sword light is dazzling, the sword fire is hot, and the life of Sanglong is harvested like ears of wheat!

At the same time, Bingchen Bailong also displayed a more domineering Canglong profound art, and the bright moon in the night sky seemed to turn into Bingchen Bailong's icy eyes, shining like moonlight on this barren mountain!

The mountains and fields, as if crushed by some force, turned into cold dust in an instant.

And those mourning dragons who tried to trap Zhu Minglang's people, under this gaze, they were wiped out! !

Hundreds of mourning dragons were annihilated under Bingchen Bailong's dead gaze, and Bai Qi, who had reshaped the blood of the Canglong, seemed to have acquired a stronger power of the Canglong.

The Fire Qilin Dragon and the Shenmu Qingsheng Dragon also showed the supreme power of the dragon, and the mourning dragon that came like a tide was soon defeated!

"Without the fruit of awakening demons, your mourning dragons are nothing more than that!" Zhu Minglang said.

"I want your life!!" Song Luo roared.

"Flying Sword, Jian Shuo!"

Zhu Minglang suddenly pointed forward with his hand, and saw a sharp dark red sword light passing by like a silk thread in the gorgeous sword fire all over the sky!

"Shua!"

In front of Songluo, there were several berserk dragons, they were strong, mighty and ferocious.

But the Sword Spirit Dragon's flickering silk sword directly penetrated the bodies of these berserk dragons, like an arrow piercing through a thin leaf, and hit Song Luo's heart precisely!

Blood oozes from the chest,

Soon covered the whole body.

Song Luo also couldn't believe that, as the future head of Yinling Village, he would be killed by this group of people who had been fooled by him!

He persuaded his father Song Xunshan that these people are very powerful, unless people from other villages come, they cannot be easily attacked.

But Song Luo also didn't want those people who knew the secret of the village to leave.

The blood changed from oozing to gushing, and at the same time when he lost his ability to control, the mourning dragon beside him rushed towards him fiercely, and immediately ate Song Luo, who was still a few breaths away!

Death's servant? ?

Perhaps Sanglong is just using these self-proclaimed gods of death to enjoy more killing feasts! !

Most of the evil dragons devour the Lord. These dragons without a real spiritual contract are still very different from the orthodox dragon priests.

Funeral dragons are a scourge, neither Zhu Minglang nor Nan Yusuo planned to keep alive, let Bingchen White Dragon freeze the mountains, and then the Fire Qilin Dragon and the Shenmu Qingsheng Dragon will sweep up, and the Sword Spirit Dragon will be responsible for beheading the ghosts Dragon and Die Ye Zanglong, or other special varieties of Zanglong.

If these mourning dragons were really hiding, it would be difficult for Zhu Minglang to find them. Even now, Songluo and Songxunshan, the two old conspirators, came here to deliver them themselves, and they caught them all in one go! !

"Those bat-wing dragons are running away." Hu Bailing pointed to a group of dragons who hid in the forest.

"I... I can call them back." Shi Meirou, a young Yinling teacher, said in a low voice.

Just when Zhu Minglang was puzzled, a strange light flashed in the purple eyes of the Yinling teacher girl, and she saw Song Xunshan, who was already completely dead, suddenly stood up staggeringly, her eyes were empty and lifeless, as if A living puppet.

Is the Yinling girl controlling the dead Songxun Mountain? ?

Song Xunshan stretched out his palm, and the blood streaks spread to the forest.

As if they were called, the bat-winged dragons that were about to flee flew back one by one. Their eyes were greedy and evil, and their flying postures were also quite weird. They instinctively chose to flee, but their hearts were bewitched and manipulated up!

Fly back, just waiting to die!

The Fire Qilin Dragon has already stood there, preparing a noble flame burial ground for these bat-winged dragons. Many bat-winged dragons lost their balance and fell to the ground. Fleeing from the flames, their wings flew into the flames disobediently, showing a bit of fearlessness and solemnity! !

"Your people have been raising these mourning dragons?" Zhu Minglang asked.

"No, we used to just learn the art of Yin Ling. I don't know when, some Yin Ling masters who can communicate with Sanglong appeared in the village, so there appeared Sanglong Yin Lingshi. Song Luo is the Yin Ling of Sanglong division."

"Is he the only one who can control Sanglong?" Zhu Minglang then asked.

"Father and son of the Song family are just the gatekeepers of our Yinling village. There are even stronger Yinling masters in Lihuagou. Hurry up and leave, they will never let it go!" Said Mei Rou, a young Yinling master girl.

"Then what do you do?" Li Xinghua said.

"I...I..." The Yinling teacher girl didn't know how to answer for a while.

Lihuagou, the first village and the second village are actually outposts. The real Yinling masters are hidden in the fifth and sixth villages. Every once in a while, they will send a few Yinling masters to take over the first village. The Yinmin and the Sanglong raised by the second village.

Although both Songluo and Songxunshan who knew about it were dead, she didn't know how to get over the lie.

She didn't want to see outsiders enter Lihuagou again and be cruelly turned into Yin people.

I am also afraid that I will be punished by the family of Yinling masters!

"My lord, take her down the mountain, the Yinling Village in Lihuagou probably won't be able to accommodate her anymore." At this time, Li Xinghua said to Zhu Minglang.

"Leave first and then talk." Zhu Minglang nodded.

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