Jiuzhou is an extremely familiar name to Daoquan Yungu.
He once left for the survival of Kyushu, but now he came for the destruction of Kyushu.
Daoquan Yungu can't tell what changes have taken place in it. Those pale substances that were once disgusted have penetrated into every corner of Daoism in the realm. Not only can it be seen with the naked eye, but even the depths of the soul are filled with this weird and dirty thing. Dirty stuff.
And the will of the origin of the pale substance points directly to the fall of Kyushu.
This round sky, which should have fallen completely in the war, is lingering and gasping for breath, making the thousands of mouths waiting for it to fall hungry and thirsty. So the pale substance found him, found them. Daoquan Yungu knew this fact. While they were sleeping, the pale substance penetrated beyond the defense line set by the Supreme and enveloped the entire realm, and all creatures in the realm were corrupted.
Yes, he knew that he was supposed to fight for Kyushu.
But that's just what it should be.
At this moment, in the huge pit in front of Taihang Mountain, Daoquan Yungu stared at the broken sky. The giant red claws tore open the space, and the ferocious behemoth snaked out, stretching its body wantonly between heaven and earth.
He held the cloud fan tightly.
The will to completely destroy Kyushu is as determined as the will to protect Kyushu to the death in the past, even if he can realize that these changes come from the penetration of pale matter.
Above the moonlit sea of flowers, under the bright full moon, a red dragon looms.
He lowered his huge and ferocious head and stared intently at the Daoquan Valley in the pit, his mouth wide open and smiling like an evil ghost.
In the direction of Taihang, the Lord of the Yellow River, Heng Chao, stopped at the top of the mountain. After the terrifying torrent of spiritual energy passed, he took the opportunity to spy on the location of the Unshakable. The previous changes happened too fast for the spirits to react. It was unimaginable that the unshakable offensive was reversed in an instant, and only a full moon hung high in the entire sky and earth, staring coldly at the world like an eye.
Enduring the stinging sensation of his spiritual consciousness spreading out, the remnants of the unshakable spiritual power formed layers of barriers, preventing the outside world from easily peeking into it. Heng Chao secretly induced Hetu Luoshu to move his spiritual consciousness, and finally passed through the layers of obstacles to understand the changes on the battlefield.
The moment he saw the changes on the battlefield clearly, Heng Chao froze on the spot and remained silent as the released consciousness was shattered by the remaining spiritual power.
"Who...are you?" He murmured, not knowing who he was asking.
In Heng Chao's insightful picture, the flame giant fights with a red dragon. Every time they fight, they leave a mark on the world. The magnificent spirit spreads, bringing countless indescribable and magnificent images, sometimes from ancient times. The ancient times were sometimes the flames of civilization. Pictures of the past were constantly reappearing and broken. The fragments were held in the hands of the red dragon, stabbing the flame giant like a sword. The time and space in the entire space was disrupted and became a battlefield for these two terrifying creatures.
This is a war between the untouchables! Heng Chao felt awe-inspiring.
The flame giant is the Dharma of Daoquan Yungu. The flame giant waved his fan and blew the unquenchable fire in all directions. The earth that had been solidified for thousands of years was melted and destroyed by it. The strong wind and the flame bloomed together, vaguely. There are nine huge bone statues that overlap with the figure of the flame giant.
"Boom!"
The banana fan was waved, and violent flames shot up into the sky. Rain of fire pours down, like a scene of annihilation. And the red dragon was even more terrifying. He ignored the world-destroying fire rain and shuttled around wantonly. The flexible dragon body snaked to avoid the flame giant's punch, then swung its tail and whipped the flame giant's head away!
The head fell, the flames soared, and a new head grew almost instantly.
But the red dragon's blow still caused a flaw in the giant. Before the flame giant could recover, he was greeted by an incandescent beam. The barrier armor formed by the nine overlapping bone statues was in vain and was pierced. The chest of the flame giant was also pierced. .
Daoquan Yungu was surprised by the extremely powerful lethality of this beam. The Faxiang kept retreating, and he could not resist the beam. Centered on the place where the beam penetrated, the flames on the surface of the dharma were solidifying, and the active and violent fire took on the shape of dark stones, and this state continued to spread on the giant's body.
The giant's movements began to be slow and clumsy, and the vast spiritual sea contained in it was gradually closed.
Daoquan Yungu knew that he had finally met the creature he least wanted to meet.
Five Elements Killing Technique, Taixing Dragon King.
When he was born, he was accompanied by a vision, which he said was "a strange light that was several feet long and was like a blazing fire."
Just like the moment he was born, Daoquan Yungu is still a blazing fire that accompanies his whole body and has never been extinguished until now.
"Taihang, we have been waiting for hundreds of years, until the power of the dragon veins has dried up, until there is no chance of resistance in this world." The flame giant said solemnly, "We have failed in one piece, but today, because of the cause and effect of you... your appearance .”
"Who...are you?" Daoquan Yungu asked the same words as the Lord of the Yellow River.
But he was asking about the true face of Red Dragon.
This "thing" seems to be born with a sense of alienation that transcends heaven and earth. Daoquan Yungu always feels that this dragon does not seem like a creature of this era. When they met for the first time, they didn't fight each other. At that time, the red dragon was still a red dragon and was in the process of transforming into a dragon. The energy around his body was as bright as the sun and extremely dazzling. At that time, the descending body had already lost most of its spiritual power due to the joint efforts of the spirits of the Nine Provinces, and was about to wither like a tree.
At that time, he had this feeling. At this moment, the red dragon came as an unshakable person and killed him. This feeling of alienation became even stronger.
The jet-black stones on the Fire Giant's body have covered most of its body, and it cannot retreat because its legs have solidified and broken to form towering cloud-like peaks on the ground.
The blazing white flames of the Five Elements Divine Light surged, tearing a huge hole in the flame giant's chest.
"Boom——!" The flame giant blocked the banana fan in front of him. This was not for protection or escape, but for the murderous intent that followed!
Daoquan Yungu's figure melted into the Dharma. The next moment the banana fan was lifted, the flame giant was broken and recast, and it rushed out. It is no longer a human form, but a demon with teeth and claws, like a curtain of flames hanging between heaven and earth, which was given flesh and blood when the Taoist power melted into the Dharma. The demon roared and moved forward quickly against the divine light of the Five Elements!
Even if the divine light of the Five Elements peels off its skin, washes away its flesh and blood, and evaporates its blood.
It's still moving forward.
The place it walked through was melted earth, and the traces were like pustules on the earth.
"Tell me, who are you?" the devil whispered.
"Tell me, who are you?" the devil repeated.
"Tell me, who am I?" The devil stopped.
Because the red dragon dropped its claws and pressed its head.
This majestic god-like thing landed on the mountain with four legs, its head held high, its tail swaying, and he calmly stared at the skin under its claws that was a mixture of flames and flesh. The Dark Sword was nailed to its head like an erected tombstone.
All things pass away.
Retreat!
