"Mu Zixiao! Don't be too proud, I haven't used all my strength yet!" As he said that, Lan Zhan condensed the water spirit power and gathered the thunder and lightning of heaven and earth. "You kid, you must have gone too far with your realm! Let you suffer the thunder in advance." Disaster!"
A lightning strike as big as a giant python fell directly on Muzixiao's body.
The terrible lightning strike almost made her lose consciousness, and she regretted her carelessness. Wu Xianggu's body was extremely damaged, and she couldn't hold the hands of Hun Tianling who was holding her steady, so she fell from the dragon.
"Yellow-mouthed kid! Die!"
Lan Zhan's fishy dragon's mouth was actually trying to swallow her in one gulp. The lightning strikes, coercion, and water-spiritual attacks crushed her meridians one by one. This was the power of a true dragon.
Muzixiao was in a trance for a moment, but she saw that Hun Tianling had a spiritual extension to wrap around her and catch her falling body.
Lan Zhan breathed out the dragon's breath, and behind the dragon were dense ice arrows, ready to attack the military formation in Weiyang City.
The lightning and frost were so powerful that everyone almost despaired.
Countless people begged, begged, and looked forward to Muzixiao's counterattack, hoping that she would persist a little longer, hoping that she could pull herself out of the abyss.
Mu Zixiao's whole body was in pain as if it was shattering. The spiritual energy was fighting with each other, the true energy was fighting with each other, and the energy in the body was rushing. The bones and flesh without bones could no longer support such a powerful fighting method. It was difficult to support, and even the meridians were broken. fracture.
"A mere mortal! A mere foundation-building monk! What can little Hong Ling do to me!"
Muzixiao was in unbearable pain and almost fainted.
But she gritted her teeth, knowing that she could not faint. Fainting meant retreating, and what everyone faced was the slaughter of this evil dragon.
At this moment, Hun Tianling suddenly glowed with a blazing red color, and she took out the small figure of Emperor Yuanwu from her lapel and put it into Mu Zixiao's hand.
Mu Zixiao held the talisman between his fingers and shouted loudly.
Huntian Ling was like a ray of light, turning into a rolling red fire. The red light formed a huge wall, blocking the dense ice arrows.
The Circle of Heaven and Earth suddenly let go and hit the dragon's horn. Lan Zhan, who was originally showing his teeth and claws and had a bloody mouth, was dizzy when hit by the Circle of Heaven and Earth. The dragon's body was in mid-air and he almost fell to the ground in pain.
"I'm beating high-level monks like you who do all kinds of evil." Mu Zixiao exhaled a breath of turbid air, holding the Hun Tian Ling in both hands to tie the huge dragon body tightly again.
The dragon clan is no small matter. Mu Zixiao knew that this formless body could not be saved, but even if they died together, they still had to get rid of this Lan Zhan. Against the violent wind and rain, the dark clouds and thunder and lightning, she was so small in front of the giant dragon.
But it happened to be such a small human race, so he flew up and grabbed Huntian Ling and stepped on the dragon's head.
The circle of heaven and earth turned into a golden light, from the dragon's head to the reverse scale, it tightened violently, causing Lan Zhan to roar in pain: "Who are you from the upper realm! I am the Queen of the Blue Dragon of the Gods!"
"I am your mortal grandma!" Mu Zixiao was riding on the dragon's head, holding a small figure in her left hand. She made a seal with one hand. A golden fire-tipped spear appeared out of thin air in her left hand, and she pressed it downwards from the top of its head. prick.
Lan Zhan, who was entangled into a rice dumpling by Huntian Ling, twisted and struggled, but even the dragon's mouth was entangled, and his head was pierced by the fire-tip spear.
The fire-tip spear emits Samadhi True Fire. This fire is inextinguishable when exposed to water. It breaks through the protection of water spiritual power, penetrates the thick dragon scales, and pierces the skull. The Samadhi True Fire burns blazingly in the rain, setting the entire dragon body on fire. got up.
Lan Zhan was writhing, growing and shrinking, shrinking and growing, but he couldn't break away from the shackles of Hun Tianling, the collar of the Qiankun Circle, and the fatal blow of the fire-pointed spear.
For hundreds of years, it had regarded mortals as fish and bullied them at will, but it never thought that today it would become a fish on the chopping board, with its skin and tendons pulled out.
Lan Zhan's dragon form could no longer be maintained and returned to the form of a dragon.
The body size was also burned smaller and smaller by the flames, and the dark clouds that covered the sky gradually dispersed, and the huge dragon became no more than the size of a giant python, with a fire-tipped spear on its head, and it was burned by the immortal fire. Can't stand up.
Muzixiao understood that the terrifying thing about Nascent Soul's Dzogchen is that now the artifact is limited to her realm, and it is rare to kill such high-level monks with one hit.
This Lan Zhan seems to be helpless, but in the smallest details, it can be seen that he secretly repaired himself and was able to save his life.
Mu Zixiao pulled out the fire-tip spear with one hand and stabbed him viciously at the Qi Sea again. Hun Tianling pulled out the soul from his body and inserted it straight into Yuanying.
Lan Zhan screamed, Nascent Soul was riddled with holes by this otherworldly magic weapon and was unable to fight back.
Muzixiao held the fire-tip spear and stepped on the dragon's body panting. She did not dare to move because her body was also at the end of its strength. It was difficult to stand. If she continued to fight, she would miss her shortcomings.
He could only use luck to his Dantian and command the monk behind him: "Attack the city!"
