Lord of Pets

"puff!!"

In the Central Dragon Temple, the nine-headed sacred beasts linked by the Life Thunder Lock all vomited blood.

Scales exploded, chests collapsed, leg bones were broken, vine leaves shattered, roots dissolved... No matter how their appearance changed, the same thing was that they all suffered serious injuries in just a short moment.

The thunder punishment of Tianlong was the most brutal.

A big hole was opened in its body by the Fighting Holy Dragon, half of its organs were minced, and even its heart, which was the source of life, was torn into pieces, like a broken crystal, flowing with miserable blue blood.

"You...what did you do to me?!"

Lei Punishing Tianlong's whole body was trembling, his eyes were dazed and painful, but mostly fear.

It did not look at Long Wuji, but tried its best to turn its head and look at the white-haired man.

I have never experienced anything like this since I was born.

A human, a long sword, and five sword energies, actually sealed its bloodline and weakened 99% of its abilities? How can this be!

Even the ancestral dragon may not have this kind of power, it is too domineering and too bizarre.

Thunder punished Tianlong, closed his eyes in a trance and confusion, turned into a stream of light, and escaped into the book of oath above Xuanyuan Hou's head.

It's not dead.

Just a little bit closer!

In the early years, I took a holy medicine that could ward off a disaster and end life and death. I didn't expect that it would be triggered in this situation.

"It's really a pity that I couldn't kill him."

It was a bit regretful to fight the Holy Dragon, but its actions never stopped.

The same is true for Bai Wushang.

In a blink of an eye, he, led by Long Wuji, did not pursue Xuanyuan Hou who was retreating rapidly, but came to a black stone dragon.

He raised his sword and swung it. Under the shining divine light, two barrel-thick, half-hundred-year-old dark golden sword energy broke through the sky one after another and hit the target perfectly.

That's the Ruin Dragon.

In the Xuanyuan Hou pet beast team, there is another holy dragon king.

It is also the one with the most outstanding comprehensive defense capabilities and the hardest to die.

A similar scene happened. The three-hundred-meter-long stone dragon witnessed the decline of its strength in the fear of splitting liver and gallbladder. The stone armor on the surface of the body disintegrated inch by inch, and the underlying dragon scales lost their luster, like an old man in his dying years. All that remains is a decaying, empty shell.

"boom!!"

Long Wuji hugged it and smashed it. The brute force that broke out from his waist spread to his arms, easily twisting the ruins dragon into a twist.

"Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof!"

The other seven behemoths in the link were vomiting blood, shrinking, and their injuries suddenly transitioned from moderate to severe, and their energy and spirit were visibly declining.

"Shua——"

At this moment, a war hammer spun and flew towards him, twisting the void wherever it passed, leaving behind shattering ripples.

The Douzhan Holy Dragon was alert and gave up the last touch on the Ruin Demon Dragon. He immediately protected Bai Wushang and retreated a thousand meters to avoid the earth-shattering blow.

The Central Dragon Temple originally had no impurities such as dust.

However, since the fierce battle, the ground is stained with blood, bones are everywhere, and there are too many foreign objects.

As the hammer fell, dust and smoke covered the sky and the sun. The whole space trembled three times. The blood of the death vein exceeded the seven orifices of the ten-headed king's body, and he was shocked to death.

"Unexpectedly, the factor that determined my defeat was not the Dou Zhan clan or the Golden Holy Dragon, but this sinful human being of the same clan."

Xuanyuan Hou sighed softly, "It's really a wake-up call. It taught me a lesson..."

The surging air waves were forcibly dispersed.

The entire battlefield fell into a brief pause.

Even the Golden Holy Dragon, the Morrowind Giant Dragon, and the Swift Wood Pool Dragon, who were constantly engaged in espionage on the other side, had to restrain some of their power and look at the focus of the audience.

The handsome man with white hair like snow and bright blue eyes was wearing the unparalleled battle suit awarded by Longting after he was promoted to the Holy Son.

This alone can make Qingying, Mingzun and other garrison dragon masters furious.

But at this moment, they couldn't care about that.

The man in the spotlight stood upright, holding a pale gold sword in his hand. Standing there, he looked like an emperor going out to war. The essence of all directions surrounded him, the moonlight and stars were constantly flowing, and the decorations were integrated into the majestic instrument. His noble aura no longer seems to be that small and weak person who can be stabbed to death with one finger.

"This kid is so weird..."

Powerful as a giant dragon in the morning wind, he swallowed a mouthful of dragon saliva, with a look of fear written on his face.

Ji Mu Chi Long distanced himself from the Golden Holy Dragon, stared with a hint of horror in his eyes, and murmured to himself:

"That sword...it seems like something similar existed a long, long time ago..."

"Dragon-Slaying Sword Spirit! This is the power of Dragon-Slaying Sword Spirit!"

In the void, a pale white divine dragon emerged, which was none other than Taixu Ancient Dragon, Longxuzhu.

It took the holy medicine, but because its injuries were too complicated, it couldn't return to its peak all at once.

Therefore, in previous battles, it did not rashly intervene in the main battlefield. Instead, it used the amnesty talisman to wander around the Great Holy Dragon Palace, looking for the missing ancient dragon pond.

Unexpectedly, no clues were found. I peeked into the battle circle secretly and witnessed such a shocking scene.

The connection of the nine holy beasts, supplemented by the superior blood successor, life thunder lock, and many secret techniques, unexpectedly, in less than a hundred rounds, the Death Line went straight to Huanglong. The team's strongest spears and shields were all defeated, and the remaining pets were defeated. All the beasts suffered heavy losses and basically lost their combat capabilities.

What an amazing result!

That was Xuanyuan Hou, who ranked sixth among the 108 Holy Dragon Guards and was known as the "Sacred Envoy of Thunder Punishment"!

Combined with the vision of the divine sword, Taixu Ancient Dragon remembered an ancient legend and couldn't help but trembled:

"He is the Dragon Warlord! He has been gifted by the Dragon Clan's nemesis, the Dragon-Slaying Sword Spirit, and has the privilege to obliterate and suppress the Dragon Clan's bloodline!"

"But how is this possible... Didn't that sword perish in the Battle of Heaven and cease to exist long ago..."

"And...how could it affect the Holy Dragon King?!"

There are no holy dragon species with low intelligence in the Ancestral Dragon Court camp.

Except for some creatures on Dragon King Island, they have no bloodline memory inheritance, and the knowledge they possess is too superficial.

The rest are all in a few words, enlightening and bursting with incredible expressions.

"It is indeed the power of the Dragon-Slaying Sword Spirit. Only this power can weaken the bloodline and cause huge injuries before the life thunder lock is broken, and then divert it to nine parts, severely injuring the whole body..."

There was no anger or panic in Xuanyuan Hou, but there was a hint of strange color in the gaze that fell on Bai Wushang.

"Then...it's not He Jiuyang who possesses the power of sword spirit. Who are you?"

Bai Wushang was slightly startled, then lowered his head and glanced at himself.

It turned out that the Dragon-Slaying Emperor Sword was swung seven times in a row to cooperate with Long Wuji to defeat the Nine Dragons Encirclement.

His body was not injured, but the bloodline disguise given by the Nine Dragon Cauldron had cracks and was no longer perfect.