Chapter 437: Slaughter

"Aw!"

There was another dragon chant, and Jin Jiao rushed out of the Seven-Star Execution Immortal Formation, with his bloody mouth wide open, the surface of his huge body glistening with golden light, an astonishing coercion was undoubtedly revealed.

The seven people turned pale with shock, and quickly circulated their spiritual power, and various Dharma figures of different colors appeared behind them.

The huge golden flood swayed, and rushed towards Taoist Baishi who was the closest to him.

A phantom of a ten-foot-tall white giant appeared behind Taoist Baishi, holding a demon-subduing iron rod almost as long as his height in his hand, and slashed down vertically towards the charging golden giant dragon like a mountain.

Seeing the shadow of the stick coming down, the golden giant flood dragon did not dodge or dodge. It lifted its body up, and its huge claws suddenly protruded out, grabbing the demon stick, and the other giant claw directly pierced into the phantom of the giant. In the middle, with a sudden pull, the head of the dharma figure phantom was torn off.

Taoist Baishi's dharma form was damaged, his body shook, and blood flowed out of the seven orifices immediately, but before he could recover, the giant claw that tore his dharma form came down again, grabbed his body, and threw it upwards , opened his mouth and swallowed him.

Taoist Baishi fell into the giant dragon's mouth, and his giant dharma form also began to disintegrate, turning into dots of white light, following his body, and flowing into the golden giant dragon's mouth.

Accompanied by the influx of those white lights, dots of light shone on the body of the giant flood dragon, the small wounds all over his body healed quickly, and his aura rose slightly.

"Brother Shiraishi!"

A square-faced Taoist priest's canthus were about to burst, a red light surged behind him suddenly, and a huge Dharma figure holding a huge sword roared out, only to be bitten off the neck by the golden flood dragon, and swallowed the man and the Dharma figure into his stomach.

On the other side, a giant with wings on its back flickered, and was about to wrap the blue-robed Taoist priest below and fly away, but was directly pierced by a golden beam of light, and then caught by the claws of the golden flood dragon that followed. , torn in half.

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After the golden giant flood dragon broke out of the formation, none of these ground-level powerhouses of the Tongtian Immortal Sect had a match in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, six of them became his belly meal.

Among the seven people, Taoist Qingmu was the only one left because he was the farthest away from Jinjiao, and he didn't escape, so he was left behind instead.

He glanced at Ziyu Taoist not far away, his expression was miserable, but there was a bit of determination in his eyes.

After the golden dragon devoured the six earth-level powerhouses, its aura was stronger than at the beginning. It paused, opened its mouth, and rushed towards the Taoist Ziyu who was closest to it.

But just as the giant golden dragon dived halfway, a huge cyan half-moon light swept over.

"Bang"!

A golden and green halo erupted from the surface of the giant golden dragon's body like a scorching sun, and its figure was blown away a little.

I saw Taoist Qingmu holding a blue wooden stick, and there was no trace of the dharma behind him. His whole body was wrapped in a ball of blue light, and his aura was rising steadily. .

While his strength level was rapidly increasing, his face was ashamed and his eyes were bloodshot. It was obvious that he had used some kind of life-burning secret technique.

Taoist Qingmu knocked the giant golden dragon into the air with one blow, but he didn't stop. He waved the green wooden stick in his hand one after another, and layers of half-moon light flew out, each falling on the huge body of the golden dragon.

However, a layer of golden light had already appeared around Jin Jiao's body, and these half-moon rays of light fell on top of the golden light, disintegrating and disappearing like mud cows entering the sea.

The giant golden dragon roared angrily, opened its huge mouth, and shot out a golden flame like a line of fire, directly approaching Taoist Qingmu.

Taoist Qingmu stood up the green wooden stick in front of him, pinched a formula with his left hand and pressed it on the stick, and stretched forward to block.

"Hula"!

A huge blue and white Tai Chi pattern appeared in front of him, like a giant round shield, firmly protecting him.

The golden flames continuously gushed out and burned the Tai Chi round shield, and the Pisces pattern on the round shield also kept rotating to counteract the flames, barely resisting it, but Taoist Qingmu's complexion became more and more gray, and he was about to be unable to hold it.

At this moment, a long and narrow purple light and shadow emerged from behind the huge golden flood dragon, swooping towards this side.

After looking carefully, I found that the light and shadow was a long purple silk.

The long purple silk silk was no more than ten feet long and three feet wide, and one end was tightly wrapped around the body of the giant golden dragon, while the other end was held in the hands of an angry-eyed King Kong who was about three feet high and whose body was full of purple light.

That vajra phantom is exactly the image of Taoist Ziyu, with three heads and six arms, two long purple silks in two hands, two swords wrapped in purple flames in the other two hands, and the two hands near the head On the top is holding a purple clean bottle.

I saw that King Kong's hand holding the purple long silk suddenly pulled back, and threw the huge body of the golden dragon out.

Taoist Aoki immediately relieved the pressure, but then shouted loudly:

"Senior Brother Ziyu, why don't you leave, I am no match for this beast!"

Taoist Ziyu's face sank like water, as if he had never heard of Qingmu's words, he pinched the spell in his hand, and King Kong behind him stepped forward, and the two purple flame giant swords slashed towards the golden giant dragon, but was caught by the golden dragon. Jiao directly stretched out two claws to hold it.

The head of the Jinjiao faced King Kong head-on, and it melted into three flames, and three golden flames spewed out from its mouth, approaching the three heads of King Kong.

The three vajra heads had a huge mouth, and three streams of thick fog-like purple air gushed out, clashing with the golden flame.

"call"

When the seemingly thin purple mist met the golden flame, it seemed to turn into substance, tightly entwining the golden flame.

But when the extremely high-temperature flame rushed into the purple mist, it seemed to be trapped in a sticky swamp. Not only was it unable to move forward when immersed in it, but it was also worn away by a little bit of corrosion.

"I kill you!"

Taoist Ziyu let out an angry roar, and quickly strengthened his spiritual power, urging the Vajra Method to approach the giant golden dragon.

However, at this moment, Taoist Ziyu suddenly felt the sound of wind coming from his side, and from the corner of his eyes, he saw the huge dragon tail of the golden dragon attacking from the side beside him.

At this moment, he couldn't avoid it. He opened his mouth and spewed out a small brass tower about an inch high. It spun continuously and landed on top of his head, releasing a yellow light to protect him in it.

However, before the yellow light of the small brass pagoda's protective body was fully released, the deadly dragon tail had already approached, and it was about to send Taoist Ziyu flying.

Suddenly, the sound of "whoosh" could be heard endlessly in the air, and dozens of cyan vines snaked out, tightly bound the giant golden flood dragon tail.

Looking at Taoist Qingmu again, his complexion was even more miserable, black blood flowed out from all seven orifices, and behind him, a phantom shadow of a ten-foot-tall ghost-handed demon vine appeared.

The phantom's thousands of rattan hands, after restraining the golden dragon, immediately burned a blue flame.

"Aw!"

Under the burning of the white flame, the head of the golden giant flood dragon roared up to the sky.

Taoist Ziyu's face was as white as paper at the moment, he pinched the magic formula in his hand, and the clean bottle that was held high in the Vajra Dharma practitioner's hand suddenly fell down, and the bottle's mouth flashed with purple light, a beam of purple light as thick as a child's arm wrapped around Dao Dao The purple lightning shot straight at the golden dragon.

Jin Jiao's body was restrained, unable to dodge in time, and was hit by the beam of light.

The purple beam of light was too solid and too small. When it hit the golden dragon, it only left a very tiny black dot somewhere on its body, but this black spot on the golden body of the giant dragon seemed a bit conspicuous.

"厱啷" sounded!

The magic weapon on Taoist Ziyu's back, the ancient pine-patterned sword was finally unsheathed. After rising into the air, it swelled to a size of seven or eight feet in the wind. The purple lines flashed on the whole body, and it turned into a purple dragon with a length of seven to eight feet.

The purple long dragon opened its mouth and roared silently, rolled and rushed towards the golden flood dragon, and crashed straight into it, before being hit by the golden light on the little black spot.

"Aw!"

Jin Jiao let out another thunderous roar, the flesh and blood somewhere in his body was opened, and a large hole was punched out from front to back.

Taoist Ziyu was overjoyed, just when he was about to recall the ancient sword to attack again, he suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart, and found out in horror that he couldn't move.

When Jin Jiao uttered that angry roar, his body glowed with golden light, and invisible fluctuations in the air oscillated, sweeping across the entire Donglin City.

At this time, not only Taoist Ziyu couldn't move, but also Taoist Qingmu and the fleeing people in the city were also imprisoned in place, unable to move.

"Boom"

The ghost hand vines wrapped around the golden dragon's body were broken inch by inch, and the unrestrained dragon's head broke through in an instant, biting Taoist Qingmu with its bloody mouth wide open.

Taoist Qingmu had a miserable look on his face, he smiled wryly, and the light on his body suddenly lit up.

Seeing this, Jin Jiao's eyes were startled, and his head was withdrawn hastily.

"Boom"!

Taoist Qingmu's body exploded together with the dharma image behind him, and a huge blue air wave swept away, sending the golden dragon flying upside down by more than ten feet, and even loosening the space that was originally confined by his spellcasting.

Taoist Ziyu's eyes turned red, but he didn't dare to stay here any longer, the purple light flickered on his body, and he was about to run away.

Naturally, the golden dragon refused to give up. It rolled over and turned into a golden light and rushed out. The huge dragon tail rolled across the sky, and the Ziyu Taoist who had already flown several feet away was rolled back, and his mouth opened , A mass of red-golden flames enveloped Ziyu Taoist inside.

Taoist Ziyu knew something was wrong, and had already sacrificed the small brass tower to protect himself, but the heat of the flames transmitted through the yellow light curtain was still unbearable.

"Tick" Taoist Ziyu suddenly heard a strange sound.

He reached out to touch his forehead, and a yellow melt stuck to his palm.

Immediately afterwards, the "tick" sound continued, and the small brass tower melted in the flames.

The yellow light curtain disappeared, Taoist Ziyu roared unwillingly, and was swallowed by the red-golden flame.

The golden giant dragon opened its mouth and sucked in the flames and Taoist Ziyu together, and swallowed them into its stomach.

In just a short while, the eight earth-level powerhouses of the Tongtian Immortal Sect, together with forty-nine innate elite disciples, all fell.

The giant golden dragon rolls its body, shrinks suddenly, and soon turns into that burly middle-aged man with blond hair. The golden scales all over his body are broken a lot, but under the golden light, they are recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Hmph, a group of ants are cocooning themselves, and they just serve as blood food." Ao Zu, who turned into a blond man, snorted coldly and said to himself.

As Ao Zu said, he licked his lips, and then cast his greedy eyes on the dilapidated Donglin City below him. (To be continued.)