Chapter 685: The Dragon Soul of the Ancestor of Misfortune
"I have seen it in the ancient books of the Dragon Clan. This dragon soul is a dragon corpse puppet created by refining the dragon soul using secret methods after the death of a powerful war dragon in ancient times. It has powerful combat power and death dragon breath. It was considered an ominous sign, and was later abandoned by the Dragon Clan, and the related secrets were sealed."
"Why does the Dragon Soul of the Ancestral Dragon appear here... Could it be that this is not the burial place of the Ancestral Dragon!"
Bai Meng's guess is not unreasonable.
If the Ancestral Dragon Soul is considered an ominous thing by the dragon clan, then how can the Ancestral Dragon's burial place be guarded by the Soul of the Ancestral Dragon? Isn't this tarnishing the name of the Ancestral Dragon?
But if this is not the burial place of the ancestor dragon, then who is buried here?
At this time, the muscular arhat also spoke: "Master Demon Lord, there is more than one evil dragon soul that Miss Bailong mentioned. Fellow Taoists from the Immortal Yuan Sect and Penglai have encountered similar evil dragons. They are dormant in the dragon array." Every corner of the city would burst into flames if someone approached, causing a lot of casualties.”
"What's your name?" Zhao Mu asked.
The muscular Arhat clasped his hands together and bowed deeply: "The poor monk's name is [Hai of Suffering], and he is a disciple of Lingshan Great Compassionate Bodhisattva."
"You can fight that evil dragon back and forth, and your strength is pretty good. However, the danger here is beyond your ability to deal with it. It's better to leave as soon as possible."
"What Lord Demon Lord said is absolutely true. The young monk will lead his fellow disciples to withdraw from the Dragon Formation. Thanks to Lord Demon Lord for rescuing us today, I will certainly come to thank you in the future."
Zhao Mu waved his hand and said nothing more.
After Ku Hai Luohan and others left, Zhao Mu captured the Dragon Soul of the Ancestor of Trouble. Under the constant pressure of the law of space, the Dragon Soul of the Trouble Ancestor had been squeezed and shrunk into a ball of black evil energy, which enveloped the eroded body with destructive power. , quickly dissipated.
To Zhao Mu, the evil dragon that forced the Arhats into a desperate situation was nothing more than a ball of black energy that could be destroyed with a snap of the finger.
"This Ancestor of Disaster Dragon Soul is nothing more than that." Zhao Mu said disdainfully.
Bai Meng said: "Husband, don't underestimate the enemy. I have read from ancient books that the strength of the Dragon Soul of the Misfortune is determined based on the strength of the dragon soul during its lifetime. If it is refined from the dragon soul of a Piao Miao Immortal-level war dragon, If it is successful, its strength can reach the peak level of Daluo Immortal at most. The strength of the Dragon Soul of the Evil Ancestor just now is at the early stage of the Earth Immortal Realm at most, which is far behind compared with the truly powerful Dragon Soul of the Evil Ancestor."
"It doesn't matter, if the Dragon Soul of the Great Luo Immortal really appears, the slave family will destroy it for the master." Qili Demon King said nonchalantly.
"It's better not to encounter him."
In Liu Xiaqi's current state, even if she could handle the Great Luo Immortal-level Dragon Soul of the Ancestor of Disaster, she would probably have to pay a heavy price.
Moreover, we have just entered the Dragon Formation. If we encounter an opponent at the level of Daluo Immortal, it would be a waste of time. The most important thing is to run away quickly.
Bai Meng was speechless on the side.
This witch is too bold to speak out. My husband will not be fooled by her.
The three of them continued to move forward, and when they reached the foot of a mountain, they saw black mist wrapping around the mountainside, resembling the shadow of a dragon. Several monks were trapped on the top of the mountain, and they were trying to fight back, but in vain. They were forced up the mountain little by little by the black mist. At the top, there is almost no place to stand.
When Zhao Mu saw this, he punched away without saying a word, scattering the black fog in the sky.
Several Penglai monks on the top of the mountain thought they were doomed today. Unexpectedly, they were rescued and immediately flew down the mountain through the gap in the black mist.
"It turns out to be Lord Demon. Thank you Lord Demon for saving my life!"
Several monks quickly came to Zhao Mu to pay their respects, and they all looked happy to have survived the disaster.
"You're welcome, it's just you. Xiang Kun isn't here?"
"The King of Heaven is also here, but before the evil dragon attacked, most of the people were dispersed and now they don't know where they are."
"You guys should leave first. It's too dangerous here. If you don't have the cultivation level of the Earthly Immortal Realm, you should try not to take risks."
Zhao Mu waved his hand and drove them away.
At the same time, the black mist entrenched on the mountainside condensed again, turning into a black evil dragon hundreds of meters long, spitting out black dragon breath flames and burning towards Zhao Mu.
As expected, it is also a Dragon Soul of the Ancestor of Disaster, and judging from its size, it is much more powerful than the previous one.
But it wasn't enough to put pressure on Zhao Mu.
He repeated his old trick and once again activated the laws of space to imprison the evil dragon, and then crushed it to death with the power of destruction.
Liu Xiaqi still wanted to show off in front of Zhao Mu, but Zhao Mu didn't give her a chance to take action.
Liu Xiaqi didn't want to steal Zhao Mu's limelight, so she just stayed on guard.
Although this master's cultivation level is not high, his strength is indeed very strong. He has not yet broken through to the Earthly Immortal Realm, but his combat power is already comparable to that of a Golden Immortal or even a Mysterious Immortal. There are very few people in the human race who have such talent since ancient times.
Liu Xiaqi was still very conscious and did not dare to use her spiritual consciousness to pry into Zhao Mu's details, otherwise she would have sensed that the blood of the Human Immortal Emperor was still flowing in Zhao Mu's body. It was normal to have such strength.
"Master is so awesome, I love and admire you so much!"
The little goblin seemed to feel that the atmosphere was not warm enough and took the initiative to cheer him up.
She is so good.
Bai Meng suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis. The emotional value she provided to her husband was far inferior to that of this enchantress. Over time, her husband would not dislike her.
"Husband... you are so amazing. Mengmeng loves your husband to death..." Bai Meng said with great shame.
No, no, no emotion at all, the gap is too big.
When Zhao Mu heard Bai Meng's cry, he was speechless for a moment.
He noticed Bai Meng's uneasy expression, and understood what she was thinking. He smiled and stepped forward to rub her little face: "Silly girl, you are yourself, you don't need to learn from others."
Bai Meng's eyes flickered, and she felt warm in her heart, and nodded obediently.
Zhao Mu's words directly increased Bai Meng's favorability by several points, breaking through ninety-five, and almost approaching the maximum value.
Although there is a soul contract as the basis, Bai Meng's strategy is also low in difficulty, which makes Zhao Mu a little surprised.
Are all girls of the dragon clan so easy to coax?
At this time, a sword light whistled in.
It was Fairy Lanruo.
"Sorry to bother you."
She only took a look and turned around to leave.
But by chance, another ancestor dragon soul appeared from nowhere, and this ancestor dragon soul was very different. It was dark gold all over, and the evil dragon aura on its body was stronger, which made Zhao Mu feel a strong sense of crisis.
Lan Ruo did not dare to underestimate the enemy, and immediately cut off Jian Hua and fought with the evil dragon.
After a confrontation, Lan Ruo was at a disadvantage.
But she was too embarrassed to ask Zhao Mu for help, so she could only bite the bullet and continue to attack, and her sword intent became a little fiercer.
"Good sister, you seem to be struggling, do you need your brother's help?" Zhao Mu asked with a smile.
Lan Ruo swung the sword and rolled her eyes at Zhao Mu in a hurry: "You have seen it and you are still asking, do you want me to ask you!"