Chapter 355: Angry at the Dragon, Destruction in All Directions

"The sky collapsed? There was an earthquake? What happened again?"

"Is there still a hidden guardian spirit in the blood witch ancestral land? Is it possible that you have been holding back for so long and are you finally going to take action?"

Because the formation was kicking the goose-stepping Golem of the Forbidden Army, the encirclement was penetrated, and the lower-ranking intruders had already fallen into chaos.

They are unable to divide their minds and observe more scenes.

When the shocking dragon roar resounded through the sky, they trembled.

He was lying down obediently as he ran away, whining and falling as he galloped across the sky. His desperately trembling calves and wings could not express the fear in his heart.

"No no no no……"

"It's not a new guardian spirit, just a young chimera..."

In the front row, there is a hedgehog-shaped brilliance, fearful:

"It turned into a dragon...the dragon from the early days of the ancient universe...a nightmare...this must be a nightmare!"

"Roar!!"

The first moan was not exhausted, and the second moan was even louder.

A mountaintop exploded, blood mist rose into the sky, and majestic dragon energy roared upward.

After a thunderbolt in the clear sky, a crack opened in the void.

Following this crack, both the blood cloud and blood rain summoned by the blood witch and the cloud network and cloud world supported by the cloud witch were all torn to pieces.

"puff……"

Wu Yundie groaned, and a wisp of sky-blue witch blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Her barrier was broken, and she naturally had to bear the backlash.

As the afterimage flashed, the ragged vampire prince Bertnar seized the opportunity and quickly escaped.

He and Wu Yundie were at least 30,000 meters apart. While calming down his rapid breathing, he looked at the sky and the earth out of the corner of his eye.

When he caught a giant dragon with eight arms, he was stunned. He suddenly turned around and stared at it. His slightly dim glazed eyes suddenly glowed with divine light.

"Charging Dragon...Long Aotian?"

"Good boy, with the help of hard-core seniors, these beauties can't wait to die?"

"Roar!!!"

The Chimera cub has completely transformed, with no trace of its original bloodline at all.

It soars in the void, its majestic figure reflecting the magnificence and waves of the mountains and seas, and the boundlessness and etherealness of the heaven and earth.

The gigantic five-clawed white dragon was obviously as big as it, about 10,000 meters in size.

But for some reason, Chonglong's momentum was even more majestic.

The back is like a metal mountain, standing straight upward, as solid as a pillar, as hard as iron and stone, and indestructible.

The high bulging muscles correspond to the eight wild dragon arms.

There are eight toes on one arm, and each toe has eight nails.

The densely packed claws are like thorn bushes with extremely strong vitality. If you dig at the prey at will, it will definitely pierce the intestines and break the belly. There will be no other accidents or luck.

"Roar!!"

The dragon roared for the fourth time. Some of the blood witch goddesses, cloud witch goddesses, and light witch goddesses who were seriously injured or of lower rank could not stop the panic in their hearts and fell to the ground weakly.

"It's really Chonglong...the number one protector of the Ye family during its heyday..."

"It is rumored that it was born as a holy dragon, with endless blood and endless physical strength..."

"The power of a roar can be compared with that of ferocious beasts. It can kill the sun and moon when it reaches the sky, and it can kill the underworld when it reaches the earth..."

"It has been domineering since childhood, and it is invincible even in its prime. No Holy Spirit knows the way of collision better than it. It is the invincible spokesperson, interpreting the ultimate in defeating all laws with one force..."

Wu Yunhua, who was almost exhausted by Xuanmu Miko's "Brilliant Spring Picture", could no longer hold on and fell to the ground.

While holding the glowing stone, she tried her best to extract the light elements inside.

While looking up at Chong Long, his beautiful face turned pale, and his beating heart almost broke through his chest:

"This guy... ascended to the Holy Throne at the end of the Ancient Era, and is of the same generation as King Shura..."

"In the early days of the ancient Era, after surviving the catastrophe of the Era, King Shura named it the 'Abyss-Suppressing Dragon God'. It was said that the god could not escape, and the dragon was invincible..."

"It must have cultivated to the level of a false god. It only needs one barbarian godhead to be promoted!"

"This is the most extreme and splendid glory of Ye's family. Just a little bit, Ye's family will have one crown and three gods!"

"Even such a being can be summoned. Ye's heritage is so profound. Shouldn't he be jealous of God? Shouldn't he be punished by God? Why can they get something that we can't get with all our efforts?!"

Wu Yunhua lost control of her emotions, and her words were full of hysterical madness.

However, Bertnar's eyes suddenly turned cold.

He looked down at Wu Yunhua's face and spoke pure ancient witch language, making Wu doubt his racial affiliation:

"Now that you open your mouth and shut it, it's all about the glory of the past."

"Brother, I want to ask you, you only see the strongest of my Ye family standing at the top, have you ever seen the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the roads full of thorns, and those who fell in the middle of the struggle? By?"

"Including Senior Long Aotian."

"Its invincibility is based on fighting day after day."

"It fights against its own kind, against other barbarian saints, and against the Abyss Demon King."

"If you don't bathe in blood, be reborn in the sun on the verge of death, and grow violently from killing, how can you achieve the name of invincibility?"

Bertnar showed a trace of pity in his eyes, then raised his head, looked up at the giant dragon in the sky, put his hands on his chest, and saluted solemnly:

"In the second era of the new universe, Ye's guardian saint, Bertnar, met the respected senior Long Aotian."

"This is the land of my allies of the Ye clan. It has been invaded by foreign enemies, so I asked my seniors to go on a killing spree."

"Allies of the Ye clan?"

The wild dragon language cracked the world and shocked the ears.

Ye Hanjun was so surprised that he was speechless.

Isn’t the seal sealed by the Holy Spirit’s seal the strongest blow? Why didn't the damage be triggered in time when Chonglong came here, but instead a ray of self-awareness was born?

"Future generations are ashamed. Since the first ancestor, there has been no title or deity."

Bertnar lowered his head a little lower, respectfully, and repeated again:

"Senior, please go on a killing spree."

"The Yinma clan has not been exterminated to this day, and the descendants of the first clown emperor have become gods again."

"The situation of our Ye family is not as good as before. It can even be said that we are on the verge of annihilation. We are in danger of being destroyed at every turn."

"Roar……"

A wisp of golden-red blood burst out from Chonglong's huge and hollow dragon eyes, and his energy revived in an instant.

It roared loudly, and the roar of the dragon was earth-shattering and spread far and wide:

"Crooked melons and cracked dates! They are all crooked melons and cracked dates!"

"Yesura has left so many treasures for you, some of them even make me salivate!"

"In the end, you were beaten to the base camp? I really want to kill you! You are all a bunch of trash! How embarrassing!"

Charge the dragon - jump into a rage.

Bertnar remained silent, afraid to speak at all.

Ye Hanjun also suppressed the goosebumps all over his body and stayed as quiet as possible.

"Roar!!!"

He jumped down towards the dragon and suddenly opened his bloody mouth.

Pieces of countless embryos and radiant embryos, like small fish and shrimps, were all swallowed into its mouth.

"Not enough! Not enough!"

"The raw materials do not have divinity. The strongest blow of my seal can only exert the power of the Holy Perfection!"

"If you want to go on a killing spree, I want to return to the realm of false gods. Take your lives from me!"

Like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, no one dares to take it.

The violent charging dragons slaughtered low-level creatures crazily, taking their flesh and blood and biting their souls.

The corners of Bertnar's eyes were beating again and again, and his heart was pounding like thoughts. He suddenly cut his arms and let the precious vampire king's blood surge into the sky.

"The younger generation is incompetent, but I am willing to dedicate the rest of my life to recreate the most powerful attack of the past."

"Roar!"

He roared at the dragon, but didn't respond. He just swallowed up all the blood and continued killing.

"Seniors of the Dragon Clan, we can't even protect our ancestral land, and I feel extremely ashamed."

"If our flesh and blood is beneficial to you, please take it too!"

Wu Xueyu, Wu Xueshi, Wu Xuewan... the surviving blood witch goddesses could not help but wave their scepters, pouring out the remaining blood power in their bodies.

Even Wu Xuebi, who was seriously injured, gritted his teeth and offered his sacrifice. His long, bright red wavy hair lost its luster, and subtle wrinkles appeared on his face. He had aged thousands of years in an instant.

"Roar!"

In this regard, those who come to the dragon will not be rejected.

It will even absorb the corpses of dead creatures on the battlefield into its mouth, chew them up, and turn them all into spiritual substances for smelting.

"Stop it! We can't let it succeed!"

"We cannot stop the strongest blow from Half-Step to Become a God. We must never let this blow reappear in the world!"

Wu Guangzhi, Wu Yundie, and Wu Yunhua, regardless of their weakness or disability, flew vigorously:

"Three Curses Ghost Monk Yuan Xie, you take action too!"

"You are also ranked as the Holy Perfection. With your spell, you will definitely be able to influence the dragon's momentum!"

"I'm sorry, let me refuse."

The three-curse ghost monk who is always suspended in the corner of the horizon does not bow or salute, and his sinister pronunciation remains the same as before:

"Abandoning the Ye family and cooperating with foreign tribes has violated the curse sealed in the blood of the ancestors and violated a huge taboo."

"Every moment, I am suffering from huge amounts of pain and can't sit still."

"Confronting the Ye clan members or vassals of the Ye clan, or even allies or guardian saints, once they take action, it will only aggravate the backlash and bring me to the brink of death."

The Three Curse Ghost Monk was extremely calm and indifferent, and added word by word:

"Before taking action, you must all receive instructions."

"Whether it's the Clown Emperor or the Light Witch God, they promised me earlier that they only need me to help you descend into the Dark Lantern Abyss, and don't care about anything else. This way we have reached a fair deal."

"Now that we are in danger, it makes no sense for you to vent your anger on me."

"Bah!"

The clouds and mist surged, Wu Yunhua produced a strange umbrella-shaped cloud, and screamed:

"If Chonglong unleashes his most powerful blow, you won't be able to escape, you'll have to wait there to die!"

"That's you."

The three-curse ghost monk said calmly:

"If I try my best to kill myself, there will be no place for me to be trapped by the Ming Lantern."

"If you can't attack the blood witch ancestral land and get the blood witch corpse, I will use the spell to teleport to Sunless City and seek the protection of the Clown Emperor."

"Oh, there's internal strife? You guys are really interesting."

Immortal Goose laughed boldly and activated the Holy Spirit Mark for the third time. The conversation between the ghost monk and the goddess came to an abrupt end.

This time, it turned into a large armored bird with crossed wings, and the hazy outline of an ancient city appeared.

"Iron-armored bird, the city of helmets, guarding the abyss of heaven!"

Another bright light flashed, and a meteorite giant mutated. Its body became larger, but its hardness became softer, and finally transformed into an ancient holy spirit in the shape of mud, which also blocked the attack of the three great wizards.

"Ooze Giant King, Ooze Chariot!"

The soft mud suddenly lifted up.

Ye Liuying stood at the bottom, wearing a black tight-fitting battle dress, with nowhere to hide her perfect figure.

After not seeing her for many years, her beauty became more and more attractive, and her aura from the inside out became obviously deeper.

She didn't look at Lord Yehan, but at Chonglong, at the slime giant king's strongest attack.

"Rumble--"

Amid the terrifying noise that threatened to pierce the sky, the City of Helm swayed, barely withstanding the first round of impact.

The slime chariot is also very impressive. Every splash of mud can not only affect the perception of judgment, but also chase the enemy, causing a steady stream of trouble.

Seeing that the situation was about to continue to be deadlocked, a magnificent holy light chasing the wind and lightning suddenly appeared.

The person who came was none other than Wu Guangqing. She looked unscathed, but her witch skirt was slightly messy.

"break!"

She opened her lips lightly, raised her scepter, and a milky-white holy ball wrapped with lightning light came straight in.

In an instant, like snowflakes melting under the scorching sun, the Helm City collapsed, the ooze chariot disintegrated, the Goose Immortal and the Meteor Giant returned to their original form, and smashed to the ground.

"Zhenyuan Dragon God? What a loud tone."

"He broke into the abyss of the world of mortals on his own, and ended up in pieces."

"He's just a pitiful dragon who can't become a god. He has only brute strength and no brains. If even a guy like you could attain enlightenment, the world would be in chaos."

Wu Guangqing, whose eyebrows resemble distant mountains, has an arrogant tone that cannot be doubted.

Wu Guangzhi, who was from the same clan, was overjoyed, and his livid complexion instantly turned from gloomy to clear.

Wu Yundie and Wu Yunhua, the two great witches of the Yun Wu clan, also seemed to have found their backbone and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Only those living in pain today will remember the past, because they are depressed by the current situation but have no ability or opportunity to reverse it."

"Long Aotian, when you were alive, you were indeed one of the most powerful among all the races in the world. You were unparalleled and unparalleled."

"But since it is defeated and Ye's family is about to reach the end of its journey, why do you have to lose your temper here?"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--"

The dragon laughs, using the sky as a drum and the wind as a mallet, just like thousands of troops fighting each other:

"When I was alive, I never heard of the Light Witch God!"

"This is my last breath. I don't care what the Ye family's situation is, whether it continues to be glorious, declines, or resurrects... it's none of my business! Even if it's dead, I can't interfere! I don't want to interfere either!"

"But I'm very angry now. The empire that I and Ye Shura have jointly built has been passed down to this day, but to be bullied by little girls like you is really a shame and a great humiliation!"

Chonglong roared up to the sky, and the sound waves visible to the naked eye shattered the clouds and mists higher up. Then the sky and the earth were clear and clear, the sky was clear for thousands of miles, and the field of vision suddenly broadened.

"I want to see if, after 110,000 years, a light witch goddess like you is qualified to take on one of my moves!"

"Roar!!!!!"

Chong Long made a grasping motion, as if grasping the invisible chain of fate in the void.

It shook off the dragon's tail, and there was a loud "snap", as if it was slapped on the soul of a living being, causing the blood and energy to flow backwards, and the spiritual body was on the verge of collapse.

“Swish, swish, swish, swish!!!”

Like dragging a string of inseparable afterimages, before blinking, the charging dragon rushed from high to low, with a terrifying speed that even the Holy Spirit could not catch.

It's not just fast, it's a savage beast, a half-step god among savage beasts.

The dragon body, which was ten thousand meters long, was like a divine pillar smashing down. It was so powerful that the situation changed in an instant.

Wu Guangqing stopped talking and concentrated all his attention on injecting light elements into the scepter in his right hand as much as possible.

The twelve-winged holy angel behind her suddenly opened his eyes, and the golden sun reflected in his phantom white pupils.

The holy light flashed for a moment, and under the dazzling light spot, the entire blood witch ancestral land was illuminated spotlessly.

"Crash-"

Like a delicate flower in full bloom, it returns to its closed state.

Twelve white wings folded inwards, eventually transforming into a crystal clear white flower bud, blocking the only way to charge the dragon.

And behind this bud, there are layers of divine rings of light, the blazing breath of life and the boiling magnetic field of life, like a land of extreme ice and bitter cold, where overwhelming magma suddenly gushes out. The coldness is gone, vitality is revived, and beyond. The natural wonders of the past are about to be revealed.

"To choose to defend...it's really stupid."

"This move, whether defensive or offensive, is impossible to block."

"The only way is to escape, but even if the three-curse ghost monk masters part of the laws of space, if he faces this blow, the space will be shattered the moment he escapes..."

Burtnar held out until the end, choosing to witness it with his own eyes.

On his calm face, a trace of compassion appeared inexplicably, silently mocking a poor but unaware witch.

There was a boom and explosion, and fireworks bloomed deep in the soul, one after another, endless.

The tightly-fitted flower buds shattered as soon as they came into contact with each other, and the creatures sheltered inside all spouted blood.

The dragon is angry and soaring to the sky - what is soaring to the sky? What is dragon wrath?

Nature is suffused with the fire of anger that can turn everything into ashes. When it encounters landslides or seas, it will destroy everything along the way. Even an insignificant blade of grass or a drop of dew harmless to humans and animals cannot be destroyed. He survived the blow.

"Boom-boom-boom-"

All the rings of light were blown to pieces, and when he looked again, a ravine a million feet long appeared on the distant horizon.

The dragon disappeared, and Lord Ye Han could no longer feel its breath, and could no longer hear the curses of an old man.

At the final point of impact, Wu Guangzhi and Wu Yunhua seemed to evaporate from the world, completely dead, leaving no trace behind.

Wu Guangqing seemed to be dead as well. She was the main recipient of this blow. If she couldn't catch it, the backlash of her skills and the sudden injuries would make it difficult for the light witch clan's physique to end well.

But what was very unexpected was that as a group of light blue clouds blew away, Wu Yundie, half of his body was close to being broken and his body was infinitely illusory, becoming the only survivor, standing under the gaze of the world.

She was limping, her waist was bent, her beautiful face was dripping with blood, and she looked miserable and miserable.

But Lord Ye Han, Ye Liu Ying, and even Bertnar and the surviving Blood Witch Goddess all felt their hearts beat heavily, and there was a vague feeling of unusual unpleasantness.

"good very good……"

"Forced me to break the seal... Even so... I almost died..."

Wu Yundie was coughing up blood, and the blood kept coming out. The pure witch's robe was completely dyed dark blue.

After coughing for more than ten times in a row, she barely regained a glimmer of consciousness in her cloudy eyes, but she suddenly stumbled again and fell on her back, so weak that she couldn't even stand up.

However, the eyes of Ye Hanjun and others became increasingly alert.

Not only was Wu Yundie not dead, her aura was still rising rapidly.

Some qualities similar to those of Wu Guangqing in her prime were beginning to take shape in her body.

She is the Holy Perfection - but she is not the pure Holy Perfection!

From the beginning to the end, she was the same as Wu Guangqing, stepping into the realm of false gods, and she was eager to see through the godhead of the witch lineage? (End of chapter)