The Divine Nine-Dragon Cauldron

Popular recommendations: , , , , , , ,

"Let go of here, the governor will immediately lead the people to retreat, otherwise, hmph, outsiders, if they can't see me with a cup of tea, they will kill me! Only you few wimpy elders can stop the governor What's more, among your elders, there are still a few idiots who are more than successful than they are! If you don't want to see your Tiandaomeng blood flow into rivers, immediately do as I say, I will only give you one chance!"

Should the two parties stop here?

Long Juexin's mind was filled with screams of pain, and his bodies were dying forever, and he shook his head coldly: "It's too late!! No matter how huge the price you pay, you have to pay with blood!!"

After killing so many of them, you just want to leave now?

If he can agree, can the deceased agree?

No matter what, he must be killed!

"A cup of tea is enough!" Long Juexin gave a low drink.

The corpse of the first-generation World Venerable seemed to have been sensed, and a beast-like roar came from its throat, and the figure in Xuanyi turned into an afterimage.

ah--

Almost instantly, the purple-haired young man let out a scream!

Its right arm floats into the sky with blood donations all over the sky.

On the chest, there is a paw print that is as deep as the bones. If it is deeper, it can almost crush him by the waist!

While the purple-haired young man was screaming, his heart was full of fear, it was too scary!

He felt that he was not fighting humans, but a bloodthirsty peerless beast!

When the other party grabbed him just now, he was going to tear him in two, but he reacted quickly and offset most of the force with his right arm, otherwise he would be the one who died now!

Looking back, there was blood donation left on the palm of the first-generation Jiezun's corpse, and bright red blood was splashed on his face, giving people a very bloody feeling and making people shudder.

At this moment, that empty gaze fell on him again, and with a low growl, the figure of the first generation Jiezun blurred again!

The purple-haired young man was so frightened that it was impossible for him to block the second blow!

In the nick of time,

The purple-haired young man roared and crushed a jade pendant in his arms: "My lord!! Save me now!!"

Crushed and burst open, billowing out of space fluctuations.

In the closed space, a space crack opened, and a majestic middle-aged man in red armor stepped out of it.

With a square head and big ears, he is not angry but mighty, exuding a powerful aura all over his body.

There is a flying dragon imprint between its eyebrows, which is lifelike, like a living thing, extremely powerful.

Compared with the purple-haired young man, this person's aura is really terrifying!

"Holy Lord Flying Dragon!!" Long Juexin gasped, his eyelids twitched wildly, and his heart kept shaking.

The commander of the enemy, they have studied.

They are divided into two types, one is the one who leads troops in front of the battle, like the purple-haired and strange youth, the rank is the governor, they are the most common, in the battle between the two sides, the flying immortals in contact with the real dragon continent are basically like this, with a certain strength There are highs and lows, the lowest one is the purple-haired and strange youth, a first-rank flying fairy, and the highest one is as strong as a third-rank flying fairy.

But there is another kind, who stays behind the scenes and basically never shows up, and that is the Holy Master he said!

The Holy Master is what they call themselves, and the sign is that anyone who is a Holy Master has a flying dragon mark on his forehead, so he is also called the Feilong Holy Master by the True Dragon Continent!

Their number is unknown, and their strength is even more unknown!

All I know is that at the most critical moment of the battle between the two sides, a Holy Master from the enemy made a move.

At that time, when Zhengzhi's first generation of Jiezun killed all directions, tore apart a flying fairy, and made the army of other worlds retreat in fear, a holy master appeared!

He claimed to be the Five Holy Lords, and with a palm print, he bombarded the first generation of World Masters into the depths of the ground!

As a result, the situation on the battlefield changed, the human race retreated steadily, and the alien world counterattacked aggressively, resulting in heavy casualties in the end!

The five holy masters turned the situation around by themselves!

But from the beginning to the end, no one saw his face clearly, everyone only saw a blur of light and shadow appearing, and then defeated him.

That battle was the only time in the True Dragon Continent to witness the Flying Dragon Lord, and it was also the last time.

But what I didn't expect was that at the moment when the enemy's governor was about to be killed, another flying dragon lord appeared!

"See the Eight Holy Masters!" The purple-haired young man was overjoyed and knelt on one knee to salute.

The majestic middle-aged man was surrounded by a terrifying aura, and he glanced at the broken arm of the purple-haired eerie young man: "Trash! The dignified governor will fall into this kind of trap!"

Hearing this, the purple-haired young man didn't dare to breathe, and retorted in a panic.

In front of the Lord Flying Dragon, he appeared extremely submissive.

"However, it's not in vain, I finally brought this corpse out!"

"Thank you, the Eighth Holy Master!" The purple-haired young man was overjoyed, as if a small feat was also a great temptation.

Hearing this, Long Juexin's heart skipped a beat, and he said in surprise, "What do you mean? Your goal is the first generation of World Venerable?"

During the conversation between the two sides, Long Juexin heard the overtones.

The purple-haired young man glanced at him contemptuously: "You are such a vulnerable force, is it worth the Lord Holy Master's action?"

call out--

At this time, the first-generation Jiezun attacked like a ghost, and he identified the young man with purple hair as a monster, and launched a frenzied attack.

The terrifying power of flesh and blood can shatter the purple-haired young man into pieces at any time.

"Hehe, last time the five holy masters were dealing with another important matter, and only one clone made the move. Otherwise, the corpse would have been captured long ago, so why wait until now?" the eight holy masters said lightly, and took out one from his hand in a calm manner. round ball.

The whole body is full of powerful thunder power, its power is not inferior to the Jielei in Jiu Lao's body!

"If you are a stranger with such a powerful body, the Holy Master will see you, and you will have to run for your life. Unfortunately, it is just a remnant soul, and it has been sleeping underground for thousands of years. It has not seen the sun all year round, and it is almost becoming an evil soul , Thunderbolt is more than enough to deal with you!"

scoff——

A thunderbolt as thick as an arm was ejected from the ball, and it struck the body of the first-generation World Venerable in a flash of light.

Roar--

With a low growl, layers of black soot emerged from the body of the first-generation Jie Zun, and he immediately backed away, looking at the flying dragon on the forehead of the Eighth Sacred Lord with empty eyes, with a very fearful look.

Back then, when Su Yu entered the underground ruins with several deputy hall masters, there were many evil things there, almost evil.

The corpse of the first generation of World Venerable is often sleeping there, so it is impossible for it to be unaffected.

As you can see before your eyes, the first generation of World Venerable is dead after all, the remnant soul is immortal, the evil spirit is gradually growing, and it is restrained by the thunder.

"Go!" The Eighth Holy Master chuckled, as if he knew it had happened a long time ago, and threw the thunder ball high into the sky.

scoff——

The ball burst open, and a giant net made of tribulation thunder emerged from it, covering the first-generation Jiezun head-on.

The first-generation World Venerable let out a roar, and was about to open it, but the moment he touched the thunder net, there was a crackling sound all over his body, and bursts of black air emerged from his body.

There is nowhere to display his powerful body.

While roaring, the first generation of Jie Zun was covered by the thunder net and was tightly bound together!

"It's done." The Eight Holy Masters clapped their palms with a relaxed expression, and their eyes scanned the body of the first-generation World Venerable, and finally fell on the jade box in his hand.

"This should be the jade box that the five sages are mainly looking for. The door is sealed in the jade box. It is also sealed together. It is said that there is also a purple-gold imperial robe that is a finished spiritual weapon. Hehe, everyone is dead. The fallen king has done his duty faithfully."

The king in his mouth does not know which one he refers to.

He grabbed the jade box with one hand, but he frowned and found that the jade box was firmly held in the palm of the first generation Jiezun's corpse.

Even though he was suffering from thunder, this jade box was the only one he instinctively grasped.

Under the powerful physical force, the Eight Holy Masters tried to circulate their true qi, and the entire warship was shaken slightly, but they still couldn't separate the jade box from their arms.

"Hmph!" With a cold snort, the Eighth Holy Master took out a snow-white dagger with a cold light.

The astonishing spiritual pressure emitted is not inferior to the warship of the Tiandao League itself. It is a semi-finished spiritual weapon!

With a flash of cold light, the Eighth Holy Master twirled his wrist, and his snow-white arm drew a cold sharp edge in the air, cutting straight at the arm of the first-generation World Venerable, intending to cut off the jade box of his arm.

Clang——

But there was a sound of metal clashing, and the dagger of the semi-finished spiritual weapon slashed on the arm, leaving only a shallow trace!

"Hiss, his physical strength is probably on par with a strong divine master!" The Eighth Holy Master was slightly surprised: "As expected of the king's personal bodyguard, he is still so powerful after being dead for so long."

There have been many relics of the gods in the Tianji Divine Pavilion. However, they either have no bones left, or only the white bones of love are left!

Moreover, they only spent a hundred years in the Heavenly Secret Pavilion!

In the True Dragon Continent, thousands of years have passed!

But the corpse of the first generation of World Venerable not only showed no signs of decay, even after ten thousand years, it would not lose to the Divine Lord!

His cultivation level during his lifetime can be imagined!

"Forget it, take away the jade box with the body and hand it over to the Fifth Holy Master, only he can handle it." The Eighth Holy Master put away the snow-white dagger and gave an order.

"Yes!" The purple-haired young man took out a pair of gloves, which showed five colors. They were made of thunder grass, and they were not afraid of the power of thunder.

With a breath from the air, he grabbed the first generation of Jiezun together with the thunder net.

The Eighth Lord dusted off the dust on his body, and said expressionlessly: "The next step is the Tiandao League. You can deal with it as you like. You just need to capture all the young women alive. The Five Holy Masters practiced to the last moment, and their magical skills are about to be completed. More Many perfect women practice, handle things well, don't blame me for not giving you a chance to show off."

"Yes, thank you, Eighth Holy Lord, for your suggestion." The purple-haired young man said yes with a smile.

Immediately, a ferocious light shot out from his eyes, and he looked at Long Juexin: "Thinking about me? I want you to die!!"

Swish——

With a wave of his remaining left arm, a golden light shot out from his sleeve, it was a golden arrow!

The speed of the arrow is like thunder!

Long Jue's heart was ashamed, and the first generation of Jiezun was easily subdued. How could half-immortals like them have the slightest chance of surviving in front of two flying immortals?

Click——

The golden arrow was not aimed at Long Juexin, but at the Heart of Heaven in his palm.

With a crisp clicking sound, the heart of heaven suffered distance, and the crystal body showed dense cracks.

Immediately afterwards, it exploded with a bang, turning into countless fragments.

Long Juexin's face turned pale, the warship disintegrated! !

buzz buzz --

The collapsed warship of the Tiandao League quickly disintegrated, and the solid body of the warship quickly melted and turned into a liquid state.

The huge wall that restrained them quickly collapsed and melted into liquid.

"Hehe, it's too cheap to kill you so easily!" The purple-haired young man said coldly: "I want you to see how the men in the boat were slaughtered by my subordinates, your women! , why was it taken away by us for the five holy masters to enjoy!"

With a vengeful grin on his face, the moment the huge wall was opened, the purple-haired young man coldly ordered: "Everyone obeys orders! Men, kill without mercy! All young women are captured alive, and no one is allowed to escape..."

His guards, just outside the giant wall, must have gathered here.

With an order at this moment, the fate of the Tiandao League is sealed, and what awaits them will be a bloody massacre!

But, suddenly, a thick stream of blood came from outside the wall.

The purple-haired young man frowned. Could it be that they slaughtered without order?

Opening his eyes, he saw charred black corpses all over the ground beyond the limp giant wall.

There were more than fifty corpses, all of which were burned to a bloody mess!

Amidst the bloody smell, a thick pungent breath rushed towards his face.

From the remaining clothing and weapons, he recognized that they were all his subordinates!

Moreover, all the subordinates were being burned alive, and none of them escaped! !

His pupils shrank fiercely, it was impossible, who could kill more than fifty two-crystal half-immortals and three three-crystal half-immortals in an instant? Even if it is the Eight Holy Masters, it is difficult to do it!

Suddenly, his pupils shrank even more, and there was a young man standing strangely in the middle of a pile of charred corpses.

She was dressed in black clothes, with strange long silver hair, and a face as handsome as a fairy in a fairy tale.

The young man was holding a fiery red umbrella in his left hand, his right hand was leisurely behind his back, and there was a pink unicorn on his shoulder, yawning lazily.

In the bloody atmosphere, the poetic and picturesque boy holding an umbrella is incompatible with the atmosphere.

But, it was just such a boy that made the purple-haired young man's heart thump wildly: "Who are you...?"

Su Yu raised his eyes lightly, and there was no wave on his calm face, neither joy nor anger could be seen. Only those who knew Su Yu knew that the calmer Su Yu was, the more terrifying he was.

"What do you think?" Su Yu slowly closed the red lotus umbrella, and asked lightly.

The purple-haired young man's eyes were fixed, and he drank in a low voice: "Stop pretending, let me ask you, did you kill them? Besides you, who else..."

At this moment, a majestic but extremely dignified deep voice came from behind: "You step back!"

The purple-haired young man was stunned for a moment, and when he looked back, the Eighth Sacred Master seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, his expression was much more serious than that of the first-generation World Venerable.

His heart skipped a beat, and when he looked at the strange silver-haired boy again, he felt a very bad feeling.

"Your Excellency, can you let us go? I don't know if there is such an expert as Your Excellency in the Tiandao League, please forgive me!" The Lord didn't even have a rebuttal, just directly... Just ask them to let them go!

Look carefully, layers of cold sweat broke out from the forehead of the Eighth Holy Lord at some point!

His palms were already wet with sweat.

I came back too late yesterday, so I fell asleep. This is a make-up update from yesterday, and the update will continue as usual at night.

...

Jiulong Shending