Thousands of clues, Yun Zhongjun used this precious treasure that was Leizu's treasure to kill countless demons and demons with powerful methods.
It can be said that it is also the most valuable treasure that Yun Zhongjun can use to his advantage.
But now this treasure, which has made countless achievements and has infinite flexibility and magical uses, is in trouble with the old turtle.
The old turtle did nothing, but stood so quietly between him and Mengchang, and all attacks and methods turned into ineffective attacks.
"This is the power of Tao. If you want to break through this barrier, you must defeat me or crush my Tao. Otherwise, the way forward will be blocked. You run away at this time. Old turtle, I see that Emperor Shun and Ying Long For my own sake, I won’t argue with you.”
Yun Zhongjun gritted his teeth and said? To put it bluntly, wouldn't it be possible for a turtle shell to intercept all his clues every time? He also said that at such an old age, he still needs to be like Meng. Even at such an age, he is not afraid of getting out of the way.
Glancing at Meng Chang, who had his eyes closed and his hands clasped together in the ice, it seemed that he could still hold on for a while. He simply tried his best to calm down and concentrated on studying the old turtle in front of him.
"My child, you must learn to respect your elders. Do you know that your ancestors will call me Linggui Ancestor when they see me? How can you ignore the elders talking to you?"
"Didn't your uncle Yinglong teach you what politeness is? Stop it quickly and go back now. For the sake of Old Turtle, the Little Dragon King may be able to spare your life."
Qiansi spotted the moment when the old turtle was spewing trash talk, and suddenly took action, immediately tying it towards his turtle head. In just a blink of an eye, the old turtle seemed to be able to tell his actions in advance. With a wince of his head, Qiansi Ten thousand traces will return in vain.
"Haha, you're a bit young, kid. If you want to attack secretly, you should learn from Two Negatives and Risks. They are the real assassins. They have no worries in their hearts and can kill Yuqi Owl with just one move..."
Listening to the endless trash talk, even the always aloof Yun Zhongjun couldn't bear it. Ao Guang, who kept cracking up next to him, couldn't help but look over subconsciously.
Normally, the old spirit turtle is quite amiable, but why does he talk so much when it comes to battles? Every sentence does not contain any curse words, but these sentences are all comments, and he looks like he is giving a lesson to someone who has experienced it. Even Ao Guang feels a little noisy. , he somewhat admired Yun Zhongjun for being able to keep his composure.
He spoke in a tone that I knew him well before. In all his years, Yun Zhongjun had never heard Emperor Shun or Ying Long mention that there was an old turtle under the Longyuan of the East China Sea.
Just the countless sparks scratched on the tortoise shell, the increasingly sharp movements of his hands, and the slightly rough breathing made the old turtle clearly feel that the hot fire in Yun Zhongjun's heart was gradually being stirred up. rise.
What to do when you are a human shield without taunting skills?
Simple, rely on your mouth to output, and forcefully attract the opponent's hatred. This is a way that took the old turtle more than nine thousand years to realize. He calls himself: the way of provocation.
Mengchang, who was frozen in the ice, couldn't help curling his lips, which meant that he couldn't speak or speak.
Otherwise, as long as he spoke a little, it would be enough to let the old turtle know what absolute bad breath and ultimate enjoyment are.
The old turtle is still too gentle. Although Meng is not good at humiliating others, he really wants to recall those words that make people's blood pressure rise, which will break his defense in minutes.
The situation at this time seemed extremely unfavorable to Mengchang and Yunzhongjun.
Mengchang was the one who was beaten, and he was also a little exhausted. He kept reorganizing and collapsing. This kind of fragmentation and cutting that looked like the collapse of space made him extremely uncomfortable.
On Yun Zhongjun's side, it seemed that he was suppressing the old turtle, but the turtle's shell showed no trace of wear and tear. Instead, it kept sending out countless threads, causing slight cuts to appear on his jade-like hands.
When the situation is deadlocked.
Suddenly, the power of the dragon soul in the entire Dragon Soul Valley faded away. Ao Guang and Old Turtle also felt the thin soul power and couldn't help but frown.
It seemed that they underestimated the dragon, and the high-intensity continuous fighting made them relax their perception of the power of the dragon soul.
Isn't he afraid of death? What is his identity? Absorbing so much dragon soul power without overestimating one's abilities.
A greedy dragon, a low-grade kind is a low-grade kind, a guy who has never seen the surface.
Just when the two were scornful, a shocking dragon roar suddenly came from the entrance of the valley not far away.
"I am the Great Sage Jiao Demon King of Fu Hai, green lion and white elephant, please watch me carefully, even if it is only for a moment, just a moment, Nai Weng is also the most powerful dragon among the dragons."
"I am a dragon, not a dragon!!!"
There was a shocking explosion, instantly pushing the deep sea water in all directions.
The power of the Dragon Soul, which was originally leisurely and demure, was like natural gas that had been ignited by fireworks. It suddenly violently stirred and exploded.
The turbulent seawater flattened the mountain peaks and obliterated the volcanic rocks. A blue-black lion and a white elephant with a broken left forelimb were engulfed in the waves.
"madman……"
Upon seeing this, the old turtle immediately retracted into its shell, and then drilled into the depths of the seabed mud like a screw drill.
Ao Guang, who had been holding his head high and resisting desperately, was also blown away by this torrent. He kept spinning and was blown away.
"Ang~~~"
The rioting dragon soul caused dozens of ice dragons in his body to stir together. How smoothly he used the ice control technique before, now he was in so much pain after the riot.
It seemed that the call had awakened his dusty memory, and the dragon's soul roared crazily in his body.
"Jiao! Jiao! Jiao!"
"fair!!!"
The theory of dragon bloodline is just like those who advocate the destiny of the emperor in later generations. As long as it is a true dragon, it is a noble existence, while those races that evolved from various dragon-blooded creatures such as dragons and carp are inferior. Race.
The noble ones are always noble, and the inferior ones cannot cover up their inferior origins no matter how they enter the scene. At least that's what most dragons think, and most dragon creatures also have dragon transformation as their ultimate goal.
There was an earth-shattering explosion. Although it only happened at the bottom of the sea, its huge power caused traces of filthy black air to overflow from the deepest part of the Dragon Abyss of the East China Sea.
Originally, when the dragon soul was sufficient, it could still suppress the breakthrough of black energy.
One after another, the dragon soul was greatly reduced, and the looseness of the explosion caused the black energy to slowly overflow, and everyone's scalp began to feel numb.
It was a deep black, as if just a little bit of it would completely pollute it.
Mengchang, who had just escaped from trouble, was about to consider whether to retreat when his ears moved slightly, and it seemed that some sound reached his ears directly beyond the monsters present.
Mengchang understood clearly in his heart. Looking at Ao Guang who was covering his head and twitching, he felt fierce in his heart. He picked up the guy and rushed up.
"My mother, did you feel comfortable beating me just now?"
Meng Chang had an idea and suddenly remembered that he seemed to have a new magic weapon. He immediately activated his three heads and six arms, holding an axe, a golden stick, and a purple electric hammer in his hands, and attacked Ao Guang crazily.
If the golden stick is filled with incandescent thunder, the purple electric hammer is the purple electric that symbolizes divine punishment. Under the intertwining of the two thunders, the mighty power of thunder made Ao Guang unable to help but twitch in the water.
Meng Chang didn't feel well either, but he was holding two magic weapons and was half a master, so he was much better than Ao Guang.
Ao Guang, who was given a splitting headache by the dragon soul in his body and was running rampant with the power of ice, gritted his teeth and endured all kinds of pain.
"Son, if you dare, let me go. Let's wait until I sort out the dragon soul in my body before we come back. Otherwise, even if you beat me, I won't accept it!"
"Are you seriously ill? Who do you think you are? Meng Huo? Even if you are Meng Huo, I am not Zhuge Liang. Why should I capture you seven times?"
Ao Guang was a little confused. Who was Meng Huo? Who is Zhuge Liang? Seven captures and seven attempts? This is possible. If you have the ability, you can really defeat me seven times. If he loses seven times, it is not impossible for the entire Dragon Palace to bow to him.
It's a pity that the Dragon King is intentional and the Bohou is ruthless.
After several pursuits, Mengchang was tired. He did not need the East China Sea Dragon Palace to become his ministers or subordinate forces. The dead Dragon King was the best Dragon King.
The old guy should give him gold coins!
The black filth and pollution behind him became heavier and heavier, and Meng Chang no longer retained any strength. The various blood vessels in his body were directly stretched to the maximum. In just three seconds, three magic weapons and four weapons were in Ao Guang's body. Four hundred 'combination hits' were fired from his body.
Feeling the terrifying power of dark gold in his body, Ao Guang finally panicked and became scared.
"No!!"
"You can't kill me. I am the Dragon King of the East China Sea and a minister of Heaven. You can't kill me. If you kill me, the East China Sea will be in chaos. I am the Dragon King responsible for guarding the entire East China Sea!"
While roaring, Ao Guang shed tears. He wanted to turn around and run away, but carrying dozens of dragon souls on his back was like carrying a mountain, making his movements as slow as a turtle crawling.
He also wanted to call the old spirit turtle for help, and kept calling: "Ancestor Spirit Turtle!! Nine thousand years old, even though the turtle has a long life!!"
"Old turtle, old immortal, hurry up and protect me!!"
No matter how he called, the old turtle remained unmoved and sank into the mud on the seabed, where no one could detect his movements.
He can live nine thousand years, and he is so good at talking. To be honest, if he didn't have two brushes, he would have been killed and made soup.
At least this skill of hiding turtle breath was used superbly at that time.
"Meng Bohou, no, my lord, please, don't kill me. I will pull the cart for you, and I will be your mount. Let me live. I am the noble Dragon King. I can make all the real dragons and dragons in the world I want the dragon spirit that transforms into a dragon to work for you.”
Mengchang had an idea and immediately remembered the white dragon that Zhong Ji had brought back to Meng Ji Country. How about that? Try Kowloon coffin pulling? Pooh! Pulling a cart in Kowloon?
After just a brief thought, Meng Chang gave up. He still knew Ao Guang's virtues in his heart. There was a rebellion in the back of his head. Even if such a person surrendered for a moment, how long could he tolerate it?
"Dark gold·murderous intent breaks out!"
"No!!!"
There was a crisp explosion, and blood exploded from the center of Ao Guang's heart. The entire vertical pupils of the dragon's eyes gradually lost color, lost their luster, and turned into silence.
Meng Chang didn't even have time to close his eyes and feel the divinity surging in his body. He directly grabbed Ao Guang's dragon horns and swam upwards with great force. The filth behind him seemed to be surging more and more, making his scalp numb and his animalistic instincts pounding. Write him a big red "danger" one at a time.
Just as everyone was fleeing, a clear call came from the sea.
"Leave a dragon under the sword!!"
"I am the ancestor of the Fuxi family, and I am here to mediate the conflict between the Mengji Kingdom and the East China Sea by order of the Haotian God!"
"Leave under the knife..., eh? Meng Bohou, you..., oh, Meng Bohou, you are confused!!"
(End of chapter)
