Lord of Pets

"Crash-"

The blue crystal bloomed, and a large butterfly with fluttering wings appeared briefly, sprinkling clear scale powder.

Long Wuji couldn't dodge, and the power of the ancestral weapon filled in his body helped him block this attack.

However, there are too many scale powders and their coverage is too wide.

Scattered floating bits splashed onto the bodies of the Ripple Witch Dragon and the other hostile Holy Dragon, melting their flesh and blood in an instant, and evaporating together with the small half of their bones.

"Roar!!!"

The two holy dragons were in severe pain and took different countermeasures.

One wants to retreat and distance himself to ensure his survival.

The other one has a death wish, burns his remaining life essence, summons a water dragon, locks the opponent's neck, and attacks in a life-threatening manner.

"Boom!"

The prey fell to the ground, and the weak Ripple Witch Dragon had no time to enjoy the joy of victory. He staggered and fell from the sky and never got up again.

"Laoba!" the desperate black dragon shouted, with grief on his face.

Even though they are not of the same dragon species, the twelve dragon souls have been dormant in the ancestral vessel for nearly ten thousand years. They are brothers and sisters and have established a deep relationship with each other long ago.

The Ripple Witch Dragon was not the first to die in battle, nor was he the last to die in battle.

Soon, the tenth-ranked Mirror Dragon King was besieged by multiple holy dragons and chose to use his last meager strength to blow himself up and die.

Ming Zun groaned, one of his main pet beasts was accidentally killed in battle, and all the sadness condensed into fierce killing intent, sending back the bloodline of death.

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Similar scenes were played out repeatedly within dozens of minutes.

All the members of the Death Line are going crazy. They have already participated in the final game with a certain death mentality.

Although the people of Longting have a righteous heart, when it comes to their own life and death, they cannot be as ruthless as the Death Lineage. This is understandable.

"I don't know how far the Nirvana ritual of the Little Bone Dragon has reached..."

Bai Wushang panted heavily, drank a bottle of medicine to restore his strength, and looked at the sky again.

After all, the battle below is too chaotic and complicated to provide critical assistance.

Only if Long Wuji can hold back the Ancestral Dragon Projection, or even win the battle, can the Death Lineage get a chance to breathe.

"Bang! Bang!"

At this time, the Crystal Dragon God still exudes an ancient and profound aura.

However, its shape was broken and it looked a little embarrassed.

The battle against the Holy Dragon on the opposite side was even more brutal.

The Crystal Dragon God is an entity of condensed energy. It does not bleed and does not possess the true consciousness of the Dragon God. It attacks entirely based on instinct.

Long Wuji is a real body of flesh and blood. Even if he sacrifices his ancestral artifacts in exchange for protection, his body's resilience is extraordinary.

But at this point in the fight, it had lost too much dragon blood, and it still had to fight with blood all over its body, making it look even more miserable.

"Hold on, the victory or defeat may be in a moment!"

In the electric light and flint, the golden holy dragon looked up above his head, the worries lingering in his heart.

Long Wuji has a fatal flaw.

——Bloodline defect!

Xiaoyao's nine transformations, the blood united into one, is indeed the strongest fighting dragon form.

But it lost its mind and became a bomb full of uncertainties.

If it explodes, forgetting the mission and forgetting the plan because of the enjoyment of killing, this will be the beginning of the end of hope and endless despair for the Death Lineage.

"kill!!!"

The hysterical roar was like being on an ancient battlefield, watching hundreds of millions of troops fighting, and the sound was shocking.

Long Wuji went crazy and punched out violently, turning into a hundred-meter fist of light and hitting the Crystal Dragon God's abdomen.

This is not over yet. He carried seven exploding crystal stones and soared into the sky amid the visions of swords hanging in the air, green lotuses blooming, etc. Long Wuji swung the thunder hammer in his hand and struck the Crystal Dragon God between his eyebrows.

"Kakaka-"

Time seemed to stand still, and the majestic projection of the ancestral dragon froze in mid-air, cracking inch by inch from the forehead bone.

The green shadow with only one arm holding up the green steel dragon shield, as well as the scarred Jimuchi Dragon and Morrowind Dragon in the distance, all had their expressions changed drastically.

"How is it possible! The Ancestral Dragon Projection was defeated like this? Even the five generations of Ancestral Dragons, with their vast magical power and mighty power, couldn't suppress the Death Lineage?"

"No, this is a shame, a huge shame! Even the Dragon God's manifestation cannot kill the evil, so what should we holy dragons do? Should we escape from the Dragon Palace and look for reinforcements?"

There are several holy dragons from outer islands whose mentality has collapsed.

It is a supreme honor to see the myth.

But the good times did not last long, and Shinhwa was defeated. This blow to morale and the impact on the soul was very fatal.

"boom!!"

The Crystal Dragon God completely exploded.

The seriously injured Fiery Spirit Dragon and Storm Dragon King were just about to let out a roaring dragon roar to vent their excitement.

But for a moment, their eyes froze, and what burst out was not joy, but boundless panic and fear.

Because - the fighting holy dragon Long Wuji, who shattered the projection of the ancestral dragon with a hammer, was instantly pierced by the overwhelming crystal fragments, turned into a streak of blood, and fell to the ground diagonally.

"boom!!"

Another violent collision.

An Suyi stared at the scene in front of her with wide eyes. After feeling dazed, she became ecstatic.

"Dragon God! The power of the five generations of ancestral dragons, why should we fear a relic, a war dragon, and peerless grace, nothing more than that!"

In the dust and mist, Xuanyuan Hou staggered up from the ruins. His face was bloodless, his spirit was listless, and he looked weak.

But the coldness in his eyes was particularly clear and made people feel particularly chilling.

"Don't you know that the strongest point of the Crystal Dragon God is the moment of death?"

The sound fell to the ground, and there was silence in the central dragon temple.

After five breaths, a hoarse, pain-filled voice sounded:

"Ahem...this is a secret...what an old yinbi..."

Long Wuji trembled and struggled to pull out the largest crystal fragments stuck in his chest. He slowly stood up and his eyes wandered to the Judgment Dragon Rider, who was less than two meters away.

Its pupils are still scarlet, consistent with the color of its body.

But as the one being looked down upon, Xuanyuan Hou regarded it as nothing. While taking drugs to relieve his extreme state, he looked at the heavy stone door that was smashed by Long Wuji, and looked at the dragon shadows of different sizes, emerging from the deep pit. Climbing out step by step, a smile finally appeared on his face.

"Although it was a little unexpected, although the process was a bit tortuous."

"But the opening of the Door of Sleep means that you have lost your last chance."

"Really? Don't be so decisive!" In complete silence, the golden holy dragon roared angrily, chasing clouds and lightning, like a golden flash of light flying out.

Xuanyuan Hou's eyes twitched and he beat wildly.

The Morrowind dragon, which tried to stop it but failed, felt as if it had been struck by lightning, and its expression was distorted to the point of deformation.

"Melt my body, burn my soul, and use my faith to create a new door of flesh and blood!"

The voice of the Golden Holy Dragon was sonorous and powerful, like thunder, echoing in the Central Dragon Temple for a long time.

Bai Wushang watched with helpless eyes as its body melted, like flowing liquid metal, pouring on the empty stone door. Before the wandering dragon shadow could fully wake up from its hazy state, it condensed into a golden iron door.