This teleportation black hole is obviously different from space teleportation treasures such as the Dragon Gate, and it seems that it cannot last for long at all.
The stability is also not as good as the Dragon Gate. After all, the headless white corpse and the Lin clan are not as important as the existence of Taiqing Zhenren and Zhao Yuankong.
Honghao Heavenly Court also pays relatively limited attention to it.
"Dongfang Dansheng is indeed a dragon, what a powerful method!" From the depths of the teleportation black hole, a sinister voice sounded.
"But no matter how powerful you are, you can only show off your strength for a moment and live for just a moment longer. When the powerful men from heaven gather around you, you will die!"
"I haven't seen you dare to come here, making noise." Lu Xiaotian said calmly, and then punched out very slowly.
The shadow of the fist turned into a green dragon and jumped into the teleportation black hole. Suddenly, there were explosions one after another in the black hole, and it began to collapse step by step.
Several screams were extremely inconspicuous inside, and were even completely covered up. The transmission channel collapsed. The terrifying and chaotic power of space was not something that an ordinary Golden Immortal-level powerhouse could withstand.
If you are lucky enough, you may be swept to other places in the turbulent space fluctuations. Without these golden immortal level monsters getting in the way, the Scorpion Demon, Jiuren Mountain, Dragon King of the East China Sea, Ao Ming, etc. took turns clearing the way without any resistance at all.
At this time, most of the dragons had already entered the Demon Suppression Tower, and were then transferred to the Qingguo Barrier by Lu Xiaotian.
Jiu Renshan and others also returned one after another. At this time, Lu Xiaocai was relieved. Not to mention the ancient world-drawing dragon talisman, although the secret realm dragon clan suffered heavy casualties and was far from the original expectations, at least he arrived at the last moment and gained something.
Whoosh whoosh, several figures arrived one after another. They were the four powerful men from the demon world who had met the Scarlet Elephant Demon Emperor outside the Taixiao Dragon Pattern Qianqing Formation before.
These four powerful men from the demon world only arrived a moment later than Lu Xiaotian, but at this time, the formation space was already in a mess, leaving only a large number of low-level headless white corpses and the Lin clan who were in constant panic.
All the powerful people at the Golden Immortal level have been killed in the battle, and a few of them disappeared into the collapsed teleportation black hole. Their lives and deaths are unknown. Now they, the demon tribe, have become completely abandoned by no one to care about them.
"This is quite a big battle." Although there are only some immortals, immortals, and monsters with lower strength left, judging from the aura left on the battlefield, the fighting here was not that intense before.
There are no less than dozens of various auras left by the Golden Immortal-level powerhouses alone, including those from the dragon clan, demon clan, and human clan.
But now, except for Lu Xiaotian, the other Golden Immortal-level powerhouses have disappeared. At this time, the Scarlet Elephant Demon Emperor was not paying attention to such trivial matters. Instead, he was looking around at the increasingly damaged formation space and the Fang Tian Painted Halberd still standing there.
Lu Xiaotian raised his hand and made a move, and Fang Tian's painted halberd, which was like the Pillar of Optimus, flew into his hands and disappeared.
As soon as Fang Tian's painted halberd, which was the pillar, was withdrawn, the entire formation space began to collapse. These low-level Lin clan's headless white corpses flew around in despair.
Lu Xiaotian ignored the chaos and left the place directly. At this time, Daluo Jinxian from several major interfaces gathered in the secret realm of the Dragon Clan. Even if there was a world-drawing dragon talisman, Lu Xiaotian might not be able to get it in the end.
The battle was all the way from the Sea Soul Palace to the Dragon Clan Secret Realm, and the entire secret realm was about to collapse completely, so Lu Xiaotian had no intention of staying.
The Purple Thunder Dragon King, Master Taiqing and other powerful people from the immortal world, as well as the ghost world, and the demon world arrived one after another. However, the formation space at this time was already fragmented. There were hundreds of thousands of Lin tribes inside, and the headless white corpses were fighting in the chaotic space. The bottom was continuously cut into pieces.
The screams were endless, and the originally small formation space had turned into purgatory.
"What's going on? Where is Dongfang Dansheng?" Master Taiqing stretched out his hand and pulled over a struggling Tianxian-level Lin clan member.
"Gone, already gone, I don't know where I went." Thinking of the Golden Immortal-level seniors of the two clans being wiped out by Lu Xiaotian like chickens and dogs, the Lin Clan of the Heavenly Immortal-level inevitably trembled.
"What bad luck." Master Taiqing didn't wait for the other party to ask for help. He spat out his palm force and directly sent this guy into the chaotic space fluctuations.
At this time, the entire dragon clan's secret realm is collapsing. Even with the protective treasures given by heaven, they may not be able to completely protect themselves. Once the power of the chaotic space is too violent, they still have the worry of falling.
How could he have the time to take care of a junior member of the demon clan who had nothing to do with him? The Lin clan had some value to the heaven before, but now, to a Daluo Jinxian like Master Taiqing, they are not even a dog.
"Let's go find the ancient world-drawing dragon talisman. According to the current situation, let alone we can't find Dongfang Dansheng, even if we barely find him, what can we do to him." Purple Thunder Dragon King shook his head.
"That's fine." After thinking about it for a while, Master Taiqing finally nodded. Thinking of the speed at which Lu Xiaotian left, Master Taiqing felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.
Originally, Honghao Heavenly Court sent him, Zhao Yuankong, Purple Thunder Dragon King, and the two Strider Sky Demon Turtles over, thinking that they paid enough attention to Lu Xiaotian and the secret realm of the Dragon Clan.
Who could have expected that with such strong strength, so many troubles could arise. Many of Honghao Heavenly Court's plans have failed one by one. As for the ancient world-drawing dragon talisman, there is not even a shadow of it yet.
Katcha! Before Master Taiqing finished speaking, the entire space around him shook violently.
"Not good!" Master Taiqing, the Purple Thunder Dragon King, and the strong men from the Demon Realm and Ghost Realm not far away all had their hearts beating.
Before he could think of anything else, huge holes suddenly opened in the space in front of him.
Various strange powers surged out from different openings, and even a group of Daluo Jinxian staggered under this huge force, unable to control themselves.
As for the broken low-level Lin clan, the headless white corpses have completely lost control of themselves under the terrifying power of space.
Under the pulling, squeezing and other strange forces of the huge space, the bodies of these low-level monsters directly exploded into balls of blood mist, adding a touch of strange blood color to this fragmented space.
"Here, where are we?" Wen Tingdao said, Makino Wujiang, Makino Blade, Makino Hongchen, Zilong, and Zijiangyue, the six golden immortal-level powerhouses, looked at the unfamiliar things around them. The surroundings were blue sky and white clouds, full of vitality.
Just now there was bloody killing, a place like purgatory on earth. The next moment, he was in a paradise.
Even Wen Tingdao and other dragon clan experts who have gone through all the bitterness and joy in their lives can't help but feel as if they are in a dream.
"This is the birthplace of the Dragon Clan." The Dragon Clan, led by the Black Dragon, the Dragon King of the East China Sea, Ao Ming, and Wugu Longqi, headed by four Golden Immortal-level powerhouses, came through the sky.
Before Black Dragon finished speaking, spiritual light gathered in the void, and Lu Xiaotian's figure appeared.
"Dragon Lord!" Black Dragon, Ao Ming and others couldn't hide their excitement. Although they rushed to the late gathering, they still brought nearly 30,000 dragons to the secret realm.
