Chapter 248 Big Black

"This is……

"The so-called Emperor of Zhou... was actually taken away by a dragon?"

Ao Bing, hiding in the void, frowned.

What came into Mulak's body this time was just a projection of him, but it was already able to easily suppress the ordinary Yang Shen True Lord.

After devouring the long-lived pulse on the prairie, this thought became even more powerful.

Although most of his thoughts are now entangled with the stars in the sky, and this projection is the only one left to suppress the world, he also feels that this is more than enough.

In particular, he also left a trace of divinity on Mulak's body.

Divinity is the biggest difference between humans and gods.

The gap between the two is even more obvious than the difference between the first realm and the fifth realm!

Seeing the black dragon flying in the air in front of him, Ao Bing didn't know what he was thinking.

This aura was very familiar to him, and it was clearly somewhat similar to his body when he was alive.

He suddenly recalled that it seemed like the dragon skin he had been peeled off by Nezha.

And tens of thousands of years ago, the same skin was peeled off when he fought against the Taoists of Nanhua.

The same pain twice is unbearable even for gods.

Ao Bing narrowed his eyes and looked at the dark clouds that were gradually beginning to gather above his head. He inadvertently thought of the days when he was the third prince of the East China Sea Dragon Palace.

Along with a long dragon roar, Ao Bing's heart skipped a beat.

"Black dragon..."

The Black Dragon belongs to the West Sea Dragon Palace clan, and its commander, Feng Zhangyu, is the most physically powerful true dragon clan.

"Isn't this guy relying on the remnant sloughing dragon? The bloodline concentration shouldn't be like this..."

Ao Bing raised his eyebrows, but he was not worried at all.

He just didn't understand that this little sea snake that had just been shed by him could turn into a real dragon within a thousand years!

Ao Bing suddenly made a decision in his heart.

Take it down and search for souls, and everything will come to light.

Dahei, who has completely transformed into his true form, shuttles between the clouds and mist.

This time, for the first time, he revealed his true body, completely transformed into a dragon, in front of outsiders.

The dragon's roar continued to spread in the mid-air, and the sound waves surged and shattered the clouds in the sky.

But during its soaring, countless thick rain clouds gathered again, covering the sky.

The bloody brilliance revealed by the Canopy Star was even covered by the rain clouds.

The dragon's roar flew by without stopping for a long time.

Even in the open grassland tens of thousands of miles away, the bloody grass swayed with the vibration of the dragon's roar.

King Yan, who was tens of thousands of miles away, was attacked by the dragon's roar.

Suddenly, he felt an extreme sense of oppression coming from the depths of his bloodline.

"Long Ancestor..." His brows became ferocious, and he actually made a cut on his wrist with a palm. His face became paler as the blood surged.

"Bullshit Dragon Ancestor! Only God!" He laughed wildly and looked at the dark clouds that were coming rapidly in the sky and were about to cover the Huagai Star.

King Yan's figure suddenly turned into a bloody stream of light and flew up between the clouds.

“As long as I am here, no one can tarnish the glory of God!”

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Dahei's heart was shaking violently, and his fear had reached the extreme.

Over the years, he has been collecting information about Can Shang.

Whether it is the statue of Dagon submerged in the abyss, or the clues occasionally glimpsed in ancient documents.

They all point to the owner of this crippled body as an evil god.

Dagon, the old immortal of the sea of ​​ghosts, tore off the remaining slough from the opponent's body during the battle with this evil god.

And this residual slough was accidentally obtained by the Silver Dragon King from the deep abyss.

Until it's in his hands.

But he never expected that there was a terrifying thought hidden in this residual slough.

Although countless years have passed, this thought is still unreasonably terrifying.

The original Silver Dragon King's cultivation had reached the ninth level of Thunder Tribulation, he was about to transform into a dragon, and he had sixty thousand thoughts approaching him.

But he was still possessed by this thought for an instant.

In fact, this remaining thought has tarnished the blood of future generations through some unknown force.

So much so that the Bloody One was born.

If he hadn't had other adventures in the future, I might have been like the Silver Dragon King back then.

Although Dahei was dozens of kilometers away from Namulak at this time, he could still feel an aura that frightened him.

And this breath comes from the same source as the remaining thoughts on the broken body.

The honorable name of that evil god, Longevity Dragon King!

This is a small faith that lives on the edge of the Qiongyu Sea, with almost less than a thousand believers.

But these worshipers who believed in the Longevity and Longevity Dragon King all seemed extremely crazy.

They will peel off the skin and flesh on their bodies, extract the meridians in their bodies, and exchange pain for strength.

But the faith of these madmen is successful.

When I was investigating this matter, I almost fell from the realm of Banbu Yangshen.

Under the pressure of the gods, the clouds and mist that had gathered in the mid-air instantly dissipated.

Dahei's complexion remained as usual, without any change.

After all, he was facing a god, not another, so it was normal for him to be able to easily change the celestial phenomena.

"Pah...pah...pah..."

In the void, no more bone claws stretched out, but a white figure walked up.

A person exuded a strange red light, but was wearing a white robe, slowly walking out of it.

He was dressed in white, and his black hair was scattered and draped casually on his back, giving him an aura of holiness.

The aura of the newcomer was heavy and peaceful, like a modest gentleman, but his power was so great that he seemed to hold tremendous power.

However, in his eyes, the scarlet pupils continued to emit a crazy blood-red glow, which made people shudder.

The soldiers who looked in this direction became more and more crazy in an instant.

Even his head exploded on the spot.

Dahei suddenly felt that the air in the sky suddenly became much thicker, and it was very difficult for him to swim in it.

He had never seen such a powerful person, even the Red Dragon Dharma King of the Wheel of Dao, who had seen him from a distance, would not give him such pressure.

The wind was cold and the rain was heavy.

But the man in white was spotless in it, and he automatically avoided his place regardless of wind and rain.

Dahei took a deep breath and knew that he could not retreat at this time.

The other party was most likely the legendary evil god Wanfu Tianshou Dragon King. How could he escape from the hands of a god?

When the dragon roared suddenly, Dahei's figure broke through the air.

After following the "Fenhai King" for a hundred years, he knew that the power of the flesh body would be more terrifying than the Taoism after reaching the extreme.

After some adventures, he resolutely gave up his way to become a blue dragon.

He turned to become a black dragon.

This wasted a hundred years of his time, but the gains were obvious.

The terrifying flesh body, combined with the martial arts that the Fenhai King had built for him, gave him incomparable powerful blood and qi.

After breaking through the Yangshen Zhenjun, he studied this "Dragon Martial Arts" to the extreme.

The blood and qi contained in countless thoughts were much more terrifying than the Fenhai King at the time.

But Dahei was a little disappointed. His martial arts talent was mediocre after all, and he could not compare with his elder brother, the Fenhai King.

At this time, the dragon roar, the wind whistle, the rainstorm, the body disease, and the tail killing were pressing forward step by step, killing the man in white.

The man in white had a playful look in his eyes, and ten huge black dragons appeared in front of him at the same time.

This move is as crazy as Zhuang Zhou's dream. The inspiration comes from Feng Zidu's Taoism.