Chapter 920

The ripples of water in the sky gradually dispersed. A purple bone dragon slowly appeared. The fierce faced old woman stood on her right claw and stared at Xiao Yang coldly.

"You're not dead yet?" His eyes narrowed slightly. Xiao Yang raised his right hand and wiped away the blood on his face.

"I haven't killed you yet. How can I go first?"

Scanning the surrounding space, the old woman said in a cold voice: "a royal water spirit bead, take the lives of three first-order spirit emperors. Even if you are buried here, you should be proud."

The strong spirit emperor is not the cabbage on the roadside. The death of three spirit emperors is undoubtedly a big blow to the bone gate.

"It's two." Xiao Yang looked at the old woman from a distance and said with a faint smile, "there is another one who has a hard life and survived by her luck."

"Call out Kongling Luo." The turbid old man's eyes lifted slightly, and the old woman said indifferently: "I've long wanted to see how powerful the legendary mysterious beast is. It can attract countless strong people on the mainland and lose their lives."

"As you wish, but you can't see it. This mysterious beast can show you."

In Xiao Yang's faint smile, the thick black fog surged up in front of him. Wanyewang, holding a black sickle, stepped on it with cold eyes.

"This is..."

The old woman's voice vibrated: "king of the night?"

In addition to Kong Ling Luo, Xiao Yang has a mysterious beast!

Many strong men in the mainland can fight for a trace of the mysterious beast. Xiao Yang has not only the mysterious beast, but also two?

"Great!" His face gradually recovered, and the old woman's eyes burst out with excited light: "after killing you, konglingluo will be handed over to the bone gate. Then the king of the night is the old man."

"Purple prison dragon, start gently, don't kill it carelessly." Excited to expand the black wings, the old woman shot back and appeared thousands of feet away.

"Purple prison dragon." Eyes fell on the purple bone dragon, Xiao Yang's face, slightly dignified.

Ziyu dragon, one of the branches of Ziyu dragon, has the real dragon blood and is extremely powerful. Thousands of years ago, Tan Xu, the powerful spirit king in the northern region, made a spirit pact with a Ziyu dragon.

At that time, the four regions of the mainland, East, West, North and south, were far from as stable as they are now. The continuous wars all year round involved countless spiritual masters and made them bloody.

Under the crazy attack of the southern region, the northern region almost lost and was in danger. In order to prevent the spiritual masters of the northern region from being enslaved after the defeat, countless strong men rose up to resist and saved the land of the northern region at the cost of their lives.

Tan Xu is a famous one in that war. With the strength of the seventh level spirit king and his own purple prison dragon, he killed a ninth level spirit king in the southern region, which brought back the weak situation in the northern region.

However, after the war, he was also seriously injured and died at the same time as the purple prison dragon. Otherwise, he would be one of the most powerful men in the northern region.

"Do you know how much I paid to get the remains of ziyulong?"

Looking at the bones of ziyulong with a baby's eyes, the old woman's voice was full of complacency: "Tan Xu's graveyard is located in the Mingshui river. I stayed there for three months. Finally, I successfully rescued the remains of ziyulong."

Hearing the words, Xiao Yang's mind roared.

Is this skeleton Tan Xu's purple prison dragon?

Looking at the smiling old woman, Xiao Yang's eyes suddenly cold, a strong anger, in his heart a little bit of gushed out.

In order to protect the northern region, Tan Xu and ziyulong both died in battle. A few years later, they did not get the respect they deserved. On the contrary, they were insulted by people who should have been silent?

"You also think that the remains of ziyulong are very suitable for our bone sect, right?" The old woman didn't seem to notice the change of Xiao Yang's mood. She laughed hoarsely: "how can we easily waste such precious bones? When we have a chance, I will collect some materials and refine them."

"King of the night, kill her." Xiao Yang opened his mouth gently. In his plain voice, he was restrained.

If you don't kill the old woman, he won't go back to the thirteen peaks today!

"Shua!"

It's like turning into a black smoke. The body of the king of the night passes straight across the sky. The sickle blade in his hand rips the air and cuts down suddenly.

The target is the old woman's neck.

"Purple prison dragon!" The old woman cried out coldly.

"Pa!"

The purple light flowing bone tail is thrown on the blade of Wanye king, and the spark bursts. The body shape of Wanye King shoots hundreds of feet backward.

"Roar!"

Perched around the old woman, the purple prison dragon roared.

Even if it's just a skeleton, there's an undisguised dragon power in its voice. If it's really refined according to the secret method of bone gate, maybe it will return to its former style on holidays.

But no matter now or at that time, it was not a real purple prison dragon, but just a corpse without life consciousness."In the end, it's the huangqiong level spirit beast. We can't deal with Nirvana level spirit beast any more."

Looking at the Wanye king who was withdrawn by a tail, Xiao Yangning cried: "higher Nirvana level spirit skill, you ripple!"

The magic power on the scythe blade was full of, and the sharp light in the eyes of the king of night flashed out, and the large space in front of him twisted rapidly at this time.

"It's a great trick!" The old woman was not surprised but pleased: "it's the mysterious beast. After today, this powerful mysterious beast belongs to me!"

"Roar!"

A broad bone wing, purple prison dragon mouth open, a purple mist, like the tide general, from its throat suddenly spit out.

"Boom!"

The two attacks collided in the middle, and the wind whirled. Among them, a black shadow passed by, and the sharp sickle blade cleaved to the head of the purple prison dragon.

The core of the bone quenching method of the bone gate is the spirit core in the past. As long as it is destroyed, the false life activities of the purple prison dragon will stop completely.

"Good boy, I don't seem to have much to do with my bone gate."

The old woman sneered again and again: "however, do you think you can smash its spirit core in this way? It's really naive, purple prison dragon. Let him see how terrible your speed is."

"Dang Dang!"

The sharp sickle blade and the bone claw of purple prison dragon collide with each other in a dazzling manner. The sound of the collision is loud in the sky.

"Boom!"

All of a sudden, the dull sound of explosion spread, purple prison dragon and Wanye King's body, at the same time retreat.

At this time, Wan yewang's eyes flashed, and the black chain on his right arm turned into a black line with a sharp tip, which shot at the head of ziyulong.

"Pa!"