Chapter 1222

Ao Ting looked at this scene with an ugly face.

He was the one who led the attack on the Burning Sea.

Before setting off, he had signed a military order to his master.

This battle must be won.

And it must be won thoroughly and quickly.

Such a huge number of casualties was completely beyond his expectation.

In the corner of his eyes, Yinniu and Bianhua had already begun to retreat.

The rest of the tribes were also shocked by this scene and hesitated.

Even the look they gave him was not as firm as before.

Being stared at by so many eyes, Ao Ting's face became more and more ugly.

The ugly expression gradually turned into anger.

His strength comparable to that of the Heavenly Lord of Crossing Tribulation actually allowed two jumping clowns to do whatever they wanted under his nose.

Incompetent.

Really incompetent.

"I didn't want to use this trick too early."

"You are honored to see the true dragon methods of the ancient golden age with your own eyes."

Ao Ting suddenly calmed down and spoke slowly.

The color of Immortal Heavenly Monarch and Blood Heavenly Monarch changed slightly.

The most prosperous period of the True Dragon was the first five epochs of the Ancient Golden Age.

The peerless geniuses of these five epochs were all True Dragons, not Humans.

It was not until the beginning of the Sixth Epoch that Humans had a place.

The True Dragons of that era were above all the races in the heavens.

No race dared to confront them head-on.

Flood dragons, dragon people, and even dragon beasts, all benefited from the True Dragons and roamed the world.

How could Ao Ting possess the True Dragon means of that era?

Blood Heavenly Monarch whispered, "He merged with the body of the Dead Sea Dragon Lord."

Immortal Heavenly Monarch, "That means should have come from that."

"I wonder if it's his last resort."

Both of them were worried.

The blood-colored light column that lingered around the little dragon just now was the True Dragon means, which made it difficult for them to resist.

Bee Heavenly Monarch and Black Mist Heavenly Monarch were completely degenerate, burning their lives crazily, and only then could they barely win back a city.

Now, Ao Ting is going to use a new method.

Can such a method be stopped?

Hundreds of millions of poisonous bees and black fog in the sky also heard Ao Ting's voice.

They did not continue to spread, but mobilized all their strength and rushed towards Ao Ting.

They have completely fallen, and now even the voice of the human race cannot be heard.

If there is no trace of faith left, they would have completely fallen under the instinct of the evil beast and helped the evil.

Ao Ting stretched out his claws.

There were bursts of dragon roars between heaven and earth.

It was not just one dragon.

But a group of dragons!

The long roar shook the earth, as if the void was shaking.

Golden light fell from the sky.

Condensed into a golden dragon.

The real dragon was ten thousand feet long and spanned the sky.

Even a dragon whisker was hundreds of feet long.

The upside-down dragon pupils were full of the breath of looking down on the world.

Just one look, countless lives collapsed.

The Golden Light Dragon slowly raised its huge claws and pressed down suddenly.

At this moment.

The bee swarm and black fog that were approaching Ao Ting at a very fast speed suddenly stopped.

It was as if time was paused.

In the sight of the Immortal Heavenly Monarch and the Blood Heavenly Monarch, the bee swarm and black fog were shattered inch by inch at a very fast speed.

The two had no human voices, so even the last sound could not be left, and it was completely annihilated.

Plop.

A guarding monk at the upper window of the East Sky Wall sat down on the ground at this moment.

He was soaked in sweat and gasped.

The huge fear strangled his throat and squeezed his heart.

He was not the only one in this situation.

As long as the guarding monks of the Burning Sea were lower than the Hedao, as long as they saw the Golden Light Dragon, they would have a great fear in their hearts that was difficult to suppress.

The formation lost its effect.

Because the formation only targets the fear brought by the Abyss Dragon.

And it cannot resist the pressure brought by the real dragon.

What's more, Bee Tianjun and Black Mist Tianjun were just killing people.

But now they have been destroyed bit by bit, not even the dregs are left.

Such a huge power gap.

It makes people despair and even more terrifying.

Not only the monks guarding the Burning Sea, but also the disaster beasts on the ground are turning into ashes in large areas.

The power of the real dragon is equal to everyone.

The next moment.

The golden light real dragon gathered towards Ao Ting.

In the blink of an eye, Ao Ting's dark body became radiant.

It was as if he had walked out of the peak real dragon five centuries before the ancient golden age!

Ao Ting looked down at the Immortal Tianjun, the Blood Tianjun and a group of monks guarding the Burning Sea.

"How dare a small insect look down on a dragon?"

Immediately, he slapped down with a claw.

Before the golden dragon claw slapped down.

A huge claw mark had already been printed on the ground.

All the disaster beasts in it turned into dust without even making a sound.

A huge crack appeared on the hard ground, spreading towards the East Sky Wall.

The face of the Immortal Lord changed slightly, and he stepped on the crack.

The spiritual power in his body gushed out, and he tried every means to repair the crack.

And the Blood Lord took a deep breath and rushed towards the golden dragon claw.

The trump cards accumulated for thousands of years were used all at once.

Boom!

The blood clouds in the sky, the evil spirits rising to the sky, hundreds of corpse slaves...

In the blink of an eye, they turned into nothingness in the dazzling golden light and terrifying pressure.

There was not even a ripple.

The Blood Lord did not retreat, but opened the restrictions on the blood moon magic seed in his body without hesitation.

If you don't succeed, you will die.

Even as a demon monk who can stop a child from crying, he knows that no egg will be left intact when the nest is overturned.

Buzz!

At this moment, his body disappeared.

In its place was a blood-colored full moon.

This blood moon was extremely perfect and extremely pure.

It seemed to be completely condensed from blood.

It was like the most flawless work of art in the world.

The Immortal Heavenly Monarch looked up at the blood moon and murmured, "No one can surpass your understanding of the blood moon method."

Boom!

The dragon claw collided with the blood moon.

There was no sound at this moment.

The colors turned black and white.

It was not until a few breaths later that an explosion loud enough to break the eardrums suddenly sounded.

The blood moon turned into nothingness in the dazzling golden light.

And the golden dragon claw also consumed nearly 80% of its power.

The remaining 20% ​​hit the city defense formation, but only caused ripples, but could not destroy it.

"Hmm?"

Ao Ting's eyes turned cold and he looked angry.

These monks from the Shura Killing Realm are damnable.

They keep stealing the power of the void.

They use this method to deal with him.

It's really hateful!

But.

It doesn't matter.

There are not many people who can stop him.

The Blood Lord is dead, and there is only one Immortal Lord left.

At best, he can just swing another claw.

He can last for a long time in this state.

It is enough to smash the sky wall that supports the sky and the earth.

The Immortal Lord stretched out his hand and grabbed, and the bones emerged from the ground, forcibly sewed the cracks, and then looked up at Ao Ting's golden eyes.

He didn't hesitate to unlock the restrictions of the magic seeds in his body.

At this moment.

The sound of running water rang in everyone's ears.

The cold and chilly breath swept across the battlefield.

It made Ao Ting feel uncomfortable.

A deep and cold voice followed.

"Who are you? Are you worthy of being called a dragon?"