Zhang Qing stared blankly at the sky. This was not the only expression on this battlefield, but the common language of everyone.
They looked at the sky together, looking at the willow tree that was getting bigger and bigger. Under the hanging willow branches, monsters fell to the ground.
The huge willow tree is glowing, and the light is getting brighter and brighter.
Zhao Jingmu was also glowing. With a sacred expression, he crossed his arms over his chest, and the towering trees behind him became his background.
Everyone was watching this scene, not because they were not afraid of the threat of death, but because all the monsters around them died in this short breath.
The dragon head in the sky is still there, and the water owl dragon on the ground is also alive, but these are Zhao Jingmu's enemies, not theirs.
The flames on everyone in the Zhang family have been extinguished unconsciously. This is a sign of surrender to powerful power.
In the sky above the head, the dragon head roared crazily under the dark clouds. It was unknown what kind of damage it had suffered. Blood was flowing crazily from its seven orifices, and the dark clouds in the sky were becoming clearer, making it seem possible to see through it.
The water dragon on the ground finally let out a vigilant growl. He didn't know what happened, but his body was covered in blood.
Until a certain moment, the Water Owl Dragon stood upright, its wall-like body twisted, and killed Zhao Jingmu without hesitation.
Zhao Jingmu didn't make any movement. His eyes, which turned into only light, opened and glanced at Shui Xiaolong.
A willow branch made entirely of light hung low and whipped the water owl dragon on one of its heads.
In an instant, the earth shook, and the huge snake head turned into blood mist under everyone's gaze.
At the same time, the willow tree behind Zhao Jingmu also dimmed a large area of light, and countless willow branches broke and fell.
Zhang Qing stretched out his palm, and a real wicker fell on his palm, making his eyes twinkle.
He probably understood what the willow tree behind Zhao Jingmu was.
"Vitality." Zhang Mingxian came to Zhang Qing, and he also had a dim light willow in his hand.
"The Zhao family's wood spirits are like this. Without vitality, there would be no wood spirits." Zhang Qing said calmly.
The water owl dragon, which was missing a head, became more and more violent. Its ferocious roar made the earth sink. Water columns rising into the sky were swept by the strong wind. The terrifying power was bred in the water column, blowing away countless willow branches. Crush.
But Zhao Jingmu still didn't make any moves, he just kept letting the glowing willow branches fall down, whipping the water owl dragon's body.
Boom boom boom! ! !
The constant roar is the last sound of the Water Owl Dragon's vitality. Its huge body gives it infinite demonic power and terrifying power, but at this moment, the body has also become its own burden. There are green shoots taking root in the pitted flesh and blood. , growth.
With a loud noise, the two heads of the Water Owl Dragon crashed onto the ground. The water on both sides rushed up to a height of 100 meters. The bright red blood filled the water on the ground with the smell of blood.
Willow branches climbed on the body of the water owl dragon. In less than ten breaths, thousands of willow branches completely wrapped the water owl dragon. From a distance, it was not a monster at all, but a long ridge of mountains.
The mountains are covered with green vitality, which is rare and pitiful under the land of Yunmen.
Seeing the death of Water Owl Dragon, the dragon head in the sky couldn't sit still. He struggled and roared, trying to evacuate this place.
But the willow branches pierced into its flesh and blood like chains, wrapping around its bones in circles, making it unable to move.
The dark clouds became clear, and everyone could see the real dragon-like body behind the huge dragon head.
"For hundreds of years, no one has been able to kill you. Today I want to give it a try."
Zhao Jingmu looked at the dragon head, and a long sword appeared in his hand, and then he slashed it towards the dragon head without any hesitation.
The sky had already turned green, and under that sword, Zhao Jingmu's full power was contained, and he split the dragon's head open inch by inch amid the roar of its struggle.
The dragon's head fell, but no blood was shed.
Zhao Jingmu stood silently, while Zhang Qing also looked into the distance in surprise.
The black shadow disappeared into the sea of clouds, but both of them could see clearly. It was a palm-sized purple carp, with a long beard swaying in the void, seeming to laugh at Zhao Jingmu's overestimation of his abilities.
The leader of the Yunmengze demon, the thunder dragon that has terrified countless monks for countless years, turns out to be just a fish the size of a palm?
And it seems that the huge dragon head is just an illusion created by the other party.
From beginning to end, for hundreds of years, the Golden Lotuses in Yunmengze have been fighting against the illusions created by each other.
This truth naturally did not make Zhao Jingmu look good. It also surprised Zhang Qing, because he had seen and even used such methods before.
However, that dragon carp, the current dragon carp only has five levels of foundation building, and is far inferior to the strength of this purple carp.
"It's over. No one could have thought that the dragon head was actually an illusion, and Zhao Jingmu's strength seems to be too terrifying." Zhang Mingxian stared at the sky, his eyes slightly condensed.
After the demon disappeared, they became enemies.
Zhao Jingmu's strength was naturally not what the Zhang family wanted to see.
"No matter how powerful Zhao Jingmu is, there is still a family leader to deal with him. We don't need to think about it for the time being."
"Have to guard against it."
As soon as Zhang Mingxian finished speaking, the heaven and earth suddenly trembled. Countless water streams rolled on the ground, and the hearts of many foundation builders standing in the sky were shocked.
Everyone, including Zhao Jingmu, turned back to look at the distant sky.
The bright golden light covered everyone's field of vision, getting bigger and bigger, making people subconsciously feel that the source of the golden light was in front of them.
The word [Breathe] in Zhang Qing's mind flashed crazily, making him wake up, but his ears were still surrounded by endless hazy sounds.
He couldn't understand what those voices were saying, and he didn't know how to pronounce those voices. He couldn't remember the voice one moment ago, and he couldn't predict whether the voice would be exciting the next moment.
Under the influence of those sounds, he seemed to see the boundless sea of clouds under his feet, the boundless sky without the sun and moon hanging high, and the endless majestic palaces standing on the tips of bamboo shoots.
He didn't know where he was standing, but there was a shadow above his head, which seemed to be the shadow of some huge building.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but it wasn't until the cold touch spread all over his body that Zhang Qing woke up.
He was fished out of the water. Qing Meng appeared in Zhang Qing's field of vision worriedly, calling for his second uncle.
There was no golden light in the sky, but Zhao Jingmu's gloomy face still made everyone feel bad.
"It seems that something happened with Jinlan Sect."
