Chapter 1771

"This breath..."

If we say before, in Huahua's eyes, this Long Aotian is just a miscellaneous dragon, there is no threat at all.

After all, with her blood, it is enough to crush any race related to the dragon.

But, at this time, feeling the incomparable fiery fluctuations on Long Aotian's body, for the first time a trace of solemnity appeared in Huahua's eyes.

With her blood perception, it is easy to feel that this enchanting power is comparable to her.

In other words, within the body of this miscellaneous dragon, there is actually a ray of real innate opportunity!

No wonder, with the strength of Ning Wuchuan and Meng Yupang, they were unable to suppress him.

It turns out that this monstrous dragon actually hides such a trump card! !

"Huh! I didn't expect to be forced to use the Flood Dragon Transformation in the first battle of birth. Has the times changed? I am very pleased that this era finally has more challenges."

Long Aotian stood proudly in the void, his blood surging, his whole body was covered by the flames of purgatory, but those eyes, bright red gold, seemed rather abrupt.

At this time, he seemed to have regained his former dominance, his eyes were indifferent, overlooking everything.

"Oh? Flood Dragon Transformation?"

Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, and sighed softly. At this moment, he could see that Long Aotian's luck had dropped to 13,000 points under this series of blows.

In this way, if you want to capture him, there should be no more accidents.

That's right, with Ling Xiao's current strength, it is not too difficult to harvest this thick leek under the premise of holding the Luck Looting Talisman in his hand.

But, from beginning to end, what he wanted was not Long Aotian's life, but his blood.

In other words, the current Long Aotian cannot die yet!

"No matter how the dragon changes, it's still a dragon. It can't become a real dragon."

"What... what?"

The dominance on Long Aotian's face suddenly froze for a moment, if someone else said this sentence, he would immediately strike and crush this person's head.

However, the young man in front of him has already proved his uniqueness with his strength, for a moment, Long Aotian actually felt that his Dao heart was showing signs of breaking.

"You can't become a real dragon! You...you dare to break my heart!!! You are a human race, but you know what a real dragon is!!"

At this time, Long Aotian's mind was on the verge of collapse, and he took a step forward, with black flames rising all over his body.

Behind him, there is a faint golden dragon shadow standing in the sky and the earth, which is tens of feet in size.

Especially the densely covered scales on that dragon shadow's body, the divine light is shining, and the rune patterns are lingering, giving it a sense of standing up against the heavens and the earth.

Can! ! !

Just when his figure appeared in front of Ling Xiao, he saw a hint of amusement in the corner of the boy's mouth.

Then, a frightening scene appeared! !

I saw that Ling Xiao's body was also bursting with golden light, and the fairy lines were boiling.

A gigantic dragon shadow with a height of thousands of feet seemed to have come from the prehistoric world, entrenched outside his body, and in those red golden eyes... was actually the same as the boy's... sarcasm.

"Gulu."

Long Aotian's footsteps suddenly stopped in place.

I saw him looking up, looking at the phantom of a dragon that was a hundred times bigger than him, his lips trembled slightly, and there was no trace of blood on his face.

At this moment, he was a little confused, extremely confused.

Why does a human youth carry such a terrifying dragon vein on his body?

Moreover, the kind of suppression originating from the blood and bones cannot be resisted by spiritual power at all.

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"Puchi!"

Long Aotian laughed suddenly, the spirit all over his body was gone, blood spurted wildly from his mouth, and there was no trace of hegemony on his body.

"thump!"

I saw him kneeling on the ground in a daze, his eyes glazed over, as if he had lost all fighting spirit in an instant.

After all, this kind of insurmountable gully is the easiest to despair.

It's ridiculous that he claimed to be invincible in the present age, but he lost so thoroughly in the first battle of his birth.

"Let's go."

Ling Xiao poked out his palm, and the spiritual lines in his palm condensed and turned into an ancient formation, suppressing Long Aotian's spiritual power and blood.

"Young master, they..."

Ning Wuchuan turned his head, glanced at the saintesses of the nine great monster races in the void, with murderous intent in his eyes, and waved his hand gently.

Immediately, the Nine Hundred Heavenly Destiny Guards roared out, surrounded the Nine Girls, and could kill them on the spot at any time.

Seeing this scene, the nine girls turned pale, knelt on the ground in panic, and wailed loudly, "Master, spare your life! Sir, spare your life! It was Long Aotian, a bastard who forced us, otherwise how could we follow such an ugly man like him."

Hearing this, the light in Long Aotian's eyes seemed to fluctuate for a moment, and then returned to dead silence.

"Well, they are all poor people."

Ling Xiao nodded lightly, with a gentle expression, and glanced at everyone's faces one by one, "You...should all be descendants of the saintesses in the vassal clan of the Jiao clan."

"Yes! Young Master, we can go to Fengqi Mountain with you to persuade the strong of our clan not to follow the Jinjiao clan."

Seeing Ling Xiao's sympathetic expression, all the girls breathed a sigh of relief, with excited expressions.

"Oh, that's unnecessary. How about it, Ning Wuchuan and Meng Yupang, you will lead the Heavenly Guards and escort the nine saintesses back to their own clan. I think... our behavior of helping the saints escape from the clutches of the devil must be It will be praised and sung, several saintesses, simple meanings are fine, but don't bring out all the family background."

Ling Xiao looked gentle, nodded and chuckled.

But the faces of the nine demon saints suddenly froze.

Fog wipe?

Why does this sound so weird?

"My lord, what if they don't mind?"

Meng Yu said in a deep voice, but the corner of Ling Xiao's mouth turned into a cold arc, "I don't like people who are ungrateful and ungrateful. When I meet such a person, I will of course... kill without mercy."

"Hiss!!"

Sensing the sudden strong killing intent outside Ling Xiao's body, the eyes of the nine saintesses trembled, and their red faces turned pale again.

Even a few of them were timid, and their minds collapsed in an instant... their minds.

"yes!"

Ning Wuchuan and Meng Yu looked at each other, then led the Destiny Guards to escort the saintesses of the nine monster clans towards the depths of the realm.

"My lord, where are we going now?"

It wasn't until the crowd walked away that Huahua walked up to Ling Xiao, looked down at the broken-hearted Long Aotian, and smiled softly.

"Let's go, Fengqi Mountain must be very lively right now, let's go and see who is pretending."

"Fengqi Mountain? The place of the Nine-Colored God Kite Clan?"

Huahua's eyes shone slightly, as if she had guessed something.

However, just as she raised her foot and was about to crawl at Ling Xiao's feet and headed to Fengqi Mountain, her eyes suddenly froze.

Then, she turned her head to look at the end of the sky with her black eyebrows lightly clustered, but there seemed to be a black cloud covering the sky and covering the sun, sweeping the sky and the earth.

An indescribably terrifying demonic aura fell down, like a purgatory Jedi, giving people infinite oppression.

"Um!"

Immediately, Huahua burst into dragon momentum all over her body, manifested her body, and stood standing in front of Ling Xiao.

At this time, she could feel that there was a wave of blood that was very similar to Long Aotian's on the Yaoying who descended suddenly! !