Chapter 1771： murder

"This breath..."

If it was said before, in Hua Hua's eyes, this Long Aotian was just a miscellaneous Jiao, and there was no threat at all.

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

But, at this time, feeling the unparalleled hot fluctuations on Long Aotian's body, Hua Hua's eyes showed a dignified look for the first time.

With her bloodline perception, it is easy to feel that this demonic force is comparable to hers.

In other words, there is actually a real innate opportunity in the body of this miscellaneous Jiao!

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

It turned out that this monster is still hiding such a trump card! !

"Huh! I didn't expect that in the first battle, I was forced to use the Flood Dragon Transformation. Has the era changed? I'm very pleased that this era finally has more challenges."

Long Aotian stood proudly in the void, his blood was surging, his whole body was shrouded in the fire of purgatory, but those eyes, bright red gold, seemed quite abrupt.

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

"Oh? Jiaolong transformation?"

Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, and sighed lightly. At this time, 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 sturdy leek on the premise of holding the luck plundering charm.

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

In other words, the current Long Aotian cannot die!

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

"What... what?"

The domineering look on Long Aotian's face suddenly solidified for a moment. If this sentence was said by someone else, he would immediately take action and crush the person's head.

However, the young man in front of him had already proved his uniqueness with his strength. For a moment, Long Aotian felt that his Dao Heart was showing signs of being broken.

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

At this time, Long Aotian's mind was close to collapse, only to see him take one step, black flames rising all over his body.

Behind him, there is a faint golden dragon shadow standing in the world, which is dozens of feet huge.

Especially the dense scales on the dragon shadow, the divine light is brilliant, the runes are lingering, and there is a sense of standing in the world.

Can! ! !

Just when his figure appeared in front of Ling Xiao, there was a hint of playfulness on the corner of the boy's mouth.

Then, a terrifying scene appeared! !

I saw Ling Xiao's whole body, also bursting with golden light, and the immortal pattern was boiling.

A huge dragon shadow with a height of 1,000 meters seemed to have come from the destruction of the prehistoric times. It was entrenched outside him. In those red-golden eyes... it was the same as that of a young man... mocking.

"Gollum."

Long Aotian's footsteps abruptly stopped in place.

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

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

Why is a human race boy carrying such a terrifying dragon vein on his body?

Moreover, the kind of repression that originated from the bloodline bones is simply not something that can be resisted by the spiritual power of the cultivation base.

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"Push!"

Long Aotian suddenly laughed, his whole body was completely devoid of spirit, 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 dull, as if he had lost all his fighting spirit in a breath.

In the end, this insurmountable gully is the most likely to cause despair.

The funny thing is that he claims to be invincible in his time, but he lost so thoroughly in the first battle he was born.

"Let's go."

Ling Xiao stretched out his palm, and the spiritual patterns in his palm condensed, turning it into an ancient formation, suppressing Long Aotian's spiritual power and blood.

"Son, they..."

Ning Wuchuan turned his head and glanced at the saintess of the nine demon races in the void, with murderous intent in his eyes, and he waved his hand gently.

Immediately, the Nine Hundred Destiny Guards roared out and surrounded the nine girls in the center, ready to kill them on the spot at any time.

Seeing this scene, the face of the nine girls turned pale, and hurriedly knelt on the ground, wailing loudly, "Young Master, spare your life! Your son, spare your life! It's the beast Long Aotian who persecuted us, otherwise how could we follow such an ugly person like him."

Hearing this, Long Aotian's eyes swayed for a moment, and then returned to dead silence.

"Hey, they are all poor people."

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

"Yes! Young Master, we can go to Fengqi Mountain with you to persuade the strong people of our own clan to stop following the Jinjiao clan."

Seeing Ling Xiao's sympathetic appearance, the girls suddenly felt relieved, and their expressions were excited and authentic.

"Oh, that's not necessary, let's do this, next to Ning Wuchuan and Meng Yu, you will lead the Destiny Guard and **** the nine saintess back to their own clan. I think... our behavior of helping the saints to escape from the devil's claws must be It will be praised and praised, a few saintess, the meaning is simple, but don't bring out the details of the clan."

Ling Xiao looked gentle, nodded and chuckled.

But the faces of the nine demon saintess suddenly froze.

Fog rub?

Why does this sound weird?

"Master, what if they don't like it?"

Meng Yu said in a deep voice, while Ling Xiao's mouth curled into a cold arc, "I don't like people who are ungrateful and don't know how to be grateful. When I meet such a person, of course...kill without mercy."

"Hiss!!"

Feeling the sudden strong killing intent outside Ling Xiao, the eyes of the nine saintess trembled, and the face that had just turned red turned pale again.

Even a few of them were timid, and they collapsed in an instant...mind.

"Yes!"

Ning Wuchuan and Meng Yu looked at each other, then led the Destiny Guard to **** the saintess of the nine demon races towards the depths of the domain.

"Sir, where are we going now?"

It wasn't until everyone walked away that Hua Hua just walked up to Ling Xiao, looked down at the broken-hearted Long Aotian, and laughed softly.

"Let's go, Fengqi Mountain must be very lively at the moment, let's go and see who is pretending to be forceful."

"Fengqi Mountain? Nine-color Shenyuan Clan?"

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

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

Then, she saw her brows lightly tufted, turned her head to look at the end of the sky, but saw that there seemed to be a black cloud covering the sky and covering the sun, sweeping the heaven and earth.

An indescribable terrifying demonic aura hangs down, like a purgatory Jedi, giving people endless oppression.

"Um!"

For the first time, Huahua's whole body burst into dragon power, manifested her body, and stood in front of Ling Xiao.

At this time, she could feel that there was a bloodline fluctuation that was very similar to Long Aotian on the body of the demon that suddenly descended! !