A shocking change occurred in the Dragon Soul Valley, and countless light gray dragon soul auras gathered towards the Demon King, drawing bursts of gray 'rainbows' over the water.
Seeing these obviously unusual situations, Mengchang and Yun Zhongjun also accelerated their pace and rushed forward desperately.
In the center of the Dragon Soul Valley, Ao Guang was followed by an old turtle who looked like he was about to return without taking a breath. His eyes were equally solemn.
"Ancestor Linggui, what is going on? Why are the dragon souls of our ancestors gathering in the same direction?"
The old turtle slowly turned around and said in a very calm tone: "Of course it was caused by dragons who were also true dragons but did not get the ban and entered the valley without permission."
"Don't think that just because you arrived here safe and sound, it means that all dragons can come to Dragon Soul Valley. There are only two types of dragons that can come here. One is dying, and the other is of the blood of the Dragon King like you. "
"It seems that there is a true dragon who is also a member of the dragon clan on the other side. Guang'er, you have to be careful. Your position has been exposed. You need to make a conclusion early on whether to escape or stay."
The old turtle stretched out both hands and drew a circle at the same time. Two water-curtain round mirrors appeared out of thin air. One reflected the scene of the Jiao Demon King frantically absorbing the dragon soul, while the other showed Meng Chang and Yun Zhongjun moving toward it. The scene of gathering support.
Seeing the noise caused by the Dragon Demon King, the old spirit turtle frowned, looking a little disgusted.
"Oh, it turned out to be a mixed-blood dragon. It's really strange. It seems that they were locked in the valley and too lonely. Now they have become hungry and want to eat, even a dragon with low bloodline."
Ao Guang glanced at the Jiao Demon King with disdain. Apparently, like the old turtle, he did not take the Jiao Demon King very seriously. In the previous fights, the opponents were just bullying the smaller ones. If it were to be a one-on-one battle with such a dragon, he felt that he Able to hit two.
When he thought of what happened before, Ao Guang couldn't help but cover his lower back. There was a dark gold energy there that could not be dispelled like psoriasis, preventing the healing of his wounds.
Judging from the current situation, within three or four years, it may be difficult for him to find beautiful girls such as beautiful clams, sharks, or sea snakes and seahorses to do waist and abdominal exercises.
Well, to be honest, sea urchins and starfish are pretty good too, one is hard enough and the other is soft enough.
Ahem, let’s get down to business.
The old turtle quietly pointed at the two round mirrors and asked Ao Guang: "Guang'er, the opponent will catch up soon. It's time for you to make a decision. Should you fight or flee?"
Looking at Meng Chang swimming quickly in the round mirror, Ao Guang showed a sinister look on his face, feeling the dragon beads on the verge of breaking between his forehead and eyebrows, and replied viciously.
"Guang'er is unwilling to give up. This thief is as cunning as a fox, with a small and evil mind. Guang'er escaped for a while, but he will never escape. I also ask the Spirit Turtle Ancestor to help me kill this beast and restore peace and tranquility to my Dragon Palace."
"Oh, why bother? I'm nine thousand years old, old turtle, and I'm about to die in nothingness in ten thousand years. You kid, why can't you give me a peaceful old age, old turtle?"
Ao Guang didn't say anything, and just looked at the old turtle stubbornly. Every time he recalled the two battles with Meng Chang, he felt aggrieved and wanted to cry.
The succession of successive dragon kings will only occur when the previous dragon king dies, and the next one will be born through natural selection. The dragon clan is greedy and lustful. The old dragon king himself does not know how many descendants he has, so strictly speaking, He said that he was a little real dragon that the old turtle watched grow up.
"Forget it, Old Turtle, I don't have many good years to live anyway. When I hand over that little baby to you, the Cloud Water God will ask Old Turtle to hold him back."
Ao Guang's expression froze: "Ancestor Linggui, this...that human kid is very evil and has all kinds of abilities. How about you go fight him? I'll deal with the Cloud Water God?"
"Hey, Spirit Turtle Ancestor, what's your expression? I'm not afraid of him. This is called a reasonable distribution of combat plans. You just need to hold off..."
Before Ao Guang finished speaking, he saw the old turtle hand a gray-white crystal bottle in his hand, sighing as if iron could not become steel.
"This is the dragon soul essence. It contains the souls of dozens of dragons, all of whom were extremely powerful in their lifetime. With this bottle of essence, do you dare to regain your lost face by yourself?"
Looking at this small crystal bottle, Ao Guang's eyes immediately turned red, he couldn't wait to take it, and then swallowed it in one gulp.
"Haha, there is such a good thing. You, the Spirit Turtle Ancestor, didn't take it out earlier. You can hold the Yunshui God down and watch me personally cut off the head of the great evildoer of the human race as a warning to others."
Ao Guang looked particularly confident. The dragon soul entered his belly, and a bone-deep cold burst out in his body.
"Hahaha, this is power, unparalleled power. As long as I am still in the Dragon Soul Valley, all the dragon ancestors are the source of my strength. I am the Dragon King of the East China Sea, and I am the master of the Dragon Soul Valley!"
The sudden power always makes people get lost in it. Looking at the arrogant Dragon King Ao Guang, although the old turtle was a little unhappy, he didn't say anything.
He is from the dragon race, and the dragon race is stronger than other races, isn't it?
Perhaps the current dragon race is not as strong as before, and it cannot be matched by the weak human race.
"You, that's the thing that's not good about you. It's easy to be satisfied when things are going strong, and it's easy to be discouraged when things are going down. If you don't change this problem, you may have big problems in the future."
Ao Guang nodded in agreement, but his expression still seemed a little disapproving. As long as you are strong enough, you have the ability to be arrogant. If you are not strong enough, all nonsense is useless. Ao Longwang believes in the supreme way of the strong.
Meng Chang, he didn't like it very much. How could the human race have such great power? It was just the shadow of his ancestors. Now the offense and defense have changed. This is his home field, and he also has an ancestral dragon.
Ao Guang felt that the sea water he breathed was much sweeter under the speed of wind and lightning. It was now time to avenge his previous shame.
The two torrents were speeding towards each other. Meng Chang saw Ao Guang's figure from a long distance away. At this moment, his enemies were extremely jealous when they saw each other. With three heads and six arms under the ground, Fa Tianxiang rushed directly towards Ao Guang, and Ao Guang He was also very motivated and hit him with two dragon horns.
With a flash of golden light, the white dragon directly crushed the giant with its arms crossed, crashing and collapsing countless low seafloor hills and volcanic rocks, and stirring up endless silt on the seafloor.
"ah!!!"
Ao Guanghui's intestines turned green with a loud dragon roar. For a moment, he swelled up. He even forgot that this thieves tribe had a move like a copper wall. After hitting it, the dragon horns hurt his heart. The dragon horns on the left were like deer antlers. Half of it broke off directly and fell into Ao Guang's hand. The pain made his tears turn into frost pearls and he couldn't help but float up.
At the same time, Meng Chang, who was pressed to his feet, also regained his composure. He slashed out the ax in his hand and struck Ao Guang on the side, causing a spark to strike.
The hard texture made Meng Chang stunned. The feel was different. There was something wrong with this guy.
Immediately, Meng Chang looked carefully at the old dragon king in front of him who had fought against him three times, feeling a little surprised.
There is a faint gray mist on the dragon scales, which is very similar to the floating dragon soul power in the Dragon Soul Valley.
Could it be that it was not his three robes that had just caused the dragon soul gathering riot, but the Dragon King was absorbing strength?
Unbeknownst to Meng Chang, the old Dragon King in front of him became much harder. As soon as he shook his body, a large piece of mist surrounded him, sealing the water area with ice.
The mortal fire in his body burned internally, using his body as a furnace to bring temperature to the sea water. The force of the frost was only slightly resisted by the heat flow.
The sharp dragon claws grabbed it, and the two big hands stopped the Frightened Salamander and immediately grabbed the dragon claws. The heat of Burning Desolation and Mortal Fire continued to flow into the Dragon King's body under the contact of the body, stirring around the two of them. Countless high temperature bubbles.
After all, the combat skills were inferior to those of others. Meng had been practicing for three years, which was not a long time, but his combat skills were far better than Ao Guang's.
After a while, Ao Guang was grabbed by Meng Chang's four claws and dragged tightly, and then the remaining two hands punched his flesh at close range, using various auras of burning wasteland, dark gold, and ordinary fire, as long as he could Use it to punch them all into the dragon's body.
Suddenly, Ao Guang felt as if something strange had been injected into his body. The entire power of the frost was like white blood cells dealing with bacteria, turning into a battlefield in his body, killing him directly.
No one who has experienced the pain when dark gold explodes wants to experience it a second time.
Ao Guang went completely crazy. The dozens of dragon souls he had just absorbed in his body exploded instantly. The deep sea water froze instantly, and the center of the valley turned into a frozen world.
Mortal Fire and Fenhuang were like moths rushing to the fire when dozens of dragon souls spit out ice. The light of fireflies could not withstand the astonishing amount of cold air.
Ao Guang broke free from Meng Chang's hand and swam freely in the ice like a fish in the water. Looking at Meng Chang who was frozen into a sculpture, the depression in his heart instantly collapsed.
"Oh, you ignorant mortal, do you think you can kill me?"
"All the joy before harvest is just a gift from this king!"
Ao Guang, who was talking to himself, looked at the motionless 'statue' after being frozen and felt a little bored. However, it was not at all appropriate to let him out and then say a few words to find something happy on his lips. his character.
The old tortoise said well, if it is prosperous, it will be full, and if it is deficient, it will be discouraged. It is nothing more than this.
Ao Guang had suffered the loss of Meng Chang, and at this time he also adhered to the virtue of finishing the attack and took advantage of his illness to kill him.
I saw a deep breath of ice spraying on the piece of ice, and the ice instantly collapsed.
The constantly scattered and broken ice marks were like folding space, constantly twisting Meng Chang's body, making a sound of hitting the Hong Bell.
In an instant, it freezes, breaks, freezes again, breaks again, and countless cycles begin.
"You continue to persist, I hope you can persist longer, so that I can return all the pain and humiliation I have suffered to you!!"
At this moment, an undetectable silk thread passed Ao Guang's perception, quietly came to the blood eye on his side, and followed the blood scar as big as an eye and burrowed in. In, madly stirring his wounds.
Ao Guang turned around, who could he be if he wasn't Yun Zhongjun?
"Old Turtle, where are you? Didn't I agree that I would control the human Meng Xiaoer and you would get rid of this Yunshui God?"
Not far away, a thin turtle paddled the waves leisurely and swam over happily.
"You kid, you don't know how to respect elders at all. How can I, an old turtle, be able to swim against a Dragon King like you? Why do I need to take action here? You are fully capable of taking care of both of them on your own."
Ao Guang struggled to pull out the silk thread and spit out a burst of ice breath, forcing Yun Zhongjun to fight back.
Just when Yun Zhongjun wanted to get closer again, the old turtle stood quietly between the two, looking at each other with a smile.
"My child, I haven't visited the mountains for a long time. How is Emperor Shun? How is your uncle Yinglong?"
(End of chapter)
