Deep in the Duanyuan Mountains.
Nine dragons came to fight towards the pterosaur.
The pterodactyl beast carries a pair of purple wings on its back, with dragon arms under the wings, and its feet are lifted off the ground.
With his strong and powerful arms, he grabbed a dragon and used it as a weapon to throw at the other dragons.
boom!
boom!
What was caught in the hand of the Winged Dragon Beast was a green dragon, which roared loudly.
Even his dragon body couldn't bear the powerful impact.
One against nine!
This is the tyranny of pure-blooded dragon creatures.
Yang Feng and others below, who had a panoramic view of this scene, couldn't help but secretly smacked their lips. Such talent and combat power were so unreasonable!
Of course, they were not watching from the sidelines. Yun Po Tian and Nightmare leaped into the air to help the Winged Dragon Beast.
Yang Feng, on the other hand, rushed to the sarcophagus as quickly as possible.
The sarcophagus made of white jade, under the coffin lid, seemed to have a peerless strong man resurrected, the coffin lid trembled extremely.
Seeing that the situation was urgent, Yang Feng directly stepped on the coffin lid with his Qilin step.
boom!
boom!
The coffin lid, which was shaking violently, was pushed back by Yang Feng.
The nine dragons fighting with the Pterodactyl in the sky couldn't help but become even more furious when they saw the situation below.
Yang Feng, a mortal ant, actually stepped on their master's coffin. This was a great humiliation for them and their master.
"Ah! Mortal I want you to die!"
The golden dragon's eyes seemed to be burning with fierce flames, and he was desperately heading towards Yang Feng to fight.
"Hmph! By you?"
"Nine Dragon Golden Nether Flames, burn them for me!"
As Yang Feng shouted low, a flame with a faint glow ignited. At this time, the Kowloon Golden Nether Flame, after absorbing the split flame of the Great Sun Golden Flame given to Yang Feng before refining, its level was greatly improved.
From the spiritual fire level, jump into the earth fire.
The grades of flames: ordinary fire, animal fire, spiritual fire, earth fire, sky fire, divine fire, fairy fire.
As for Jiulong Jinyouyan, a pure-blooded true dragon in the dragon clan, the true fire of the five-clawed golden dragon, after the death of the five-clawed golden dragon.
It became a thing without an owner, and was later absorbed by the Qiankun Cauldron. Over thousands of years, it had been obliterated from its former heavenly fire level to a spiritual fire.
The only good thing is that after thousands of years of hard work, Fei Dan did not let it completely dissipate, but instead gave birth to a ray of fire spirit.
A new path to advancement has opened up.
The promotion of flames is not like cultivating immortals, but awakening the fire spirit, devouring other people of the same kind, strengthening oneself, and thus moving to a higher level.
"First-grade earth fire?!"
Earth fire is so precious. It cannot exist in the mortal world.
unless……
As if they thought of something, several other dragons suddenly exclaimed:
"Nine Dragons Golden Nether Flame!"
The five-clawed golden dragon’s natal true fire.
"Why are you afraid? This is what you think about the Nine Dragons Golden Youyan all the time. If you want it, come here and I will give it to you."
On Yang Feng's shoulder stood the fire spirit of Nine Dragons Golden Nether Flame, like a fire god descending from the sky, controlling thousands of flames.
Burn everything in the world!
boom!
boom!
boom!
Before anyone could react, the white sarcophagus beneath Yang Feng's feet began to tremble violently, as if he was happy to see the hunter and couldn't hold back the loneliness in his heart.
boom!
Bang!
when!
The coffin lid was blown away, and Yang Feng rose into the sky.
The moment the lid of the sarcophagus was lifted, the petrified body inside the coffin actually shattered inch by inch.
Inside the coffin, a man lay quietly.
His body exudes an incomparable ancient aura, his face is as rich as jade, his figure is heroic, and he is dressed in a nine-dragon robe.
The appearance of an ancient emperor is sacred and inviolable.
"Nine Dragon Immortal Lord?! I will kill you while you are sick!"
"Qilin Step!"
The second step is as heavy as Mount Tai!
This was something Yang Feng newly realized after entering the Wuzong realm.
Seeing this scene, everyone was petrified on the spot.
The white jade sarcophagus was opened. Everyone knew what it meant. The Nine Dragons Immortal Lord was about to revive.
But the man in front of him first stepped on the coffin board to prevent the Nine Dragons Immortal from breaking out of the coffin, and now he actually wanted to suppress the Nine Dragons Immortal with one kick.
Seeing this scene, the nine dragons were extremely mad, but they had no choice but to stare.
"presumptuous!"
The Nine Dragons Immortal Lord who revived in the coffin saw a person stepping towards him.
The key target is his handsome face.
What fell with a loud roar was a foot as heavy as a mountain.
pound!
pound!
Yang Feng's Qilin Step was blocked by the Nine Dragons Immortal Lord's arms.
"You succeeded in irritating me."
The Nine Dragon Immortal Lord used his arms to send Yang Feng flying.
Then he flew out of the coffin.
Feeling the state of his own cultivation, he was immediately ashamed, and cultivated in the integration stage.
Originally, by completely absorbing and refining the life sources within these nine pillars of light, he was able to directly upgrade his cultivation level to the stage of transcending tribulation.
Thus ascending to the star realm.
But now he, the majestic Nine Dragon Immortal Lord, actually still practices?
The integration period, the Mahayana period, and the tribulation period!
Still separated by two great realms, in the lower realm where the vitality of heaven and earth is so scarce, how long will he have to wait?
And the person who caused all of this turned out to be the mortal in front of him.
That's right!
A mortal who doesn't have the slightest bit of cultivation.
"Tch! If your realm wasn't a little higher than mine, you wouldn't have a chance at all."
"The golden dragon has met the Lord. Congratulations to the Lord for his new life!"
"The red dragon has seen the Lord..."
"Zi Jiao has seen..."
…
Nine dragons knelt down on the ground and respectful voices rang out.
The Nine Dragons Immortal Lord then calmed down the anger in his heart and spoke casually.
"Get up!"
This dragon is his companion on the road of evolution. After spending so many years together, he no longer treats them as monsters.
Furthermore, they worked hard to revive themselves.
"My lord, this mortal has Nine Dragons Golden Nether Flame in his hand."
Jin Jiao spoke to the Nine Dragon Immortal Lord on the side.
"Oh, no wonder I revived early. It turned out to be that I sensed the Nine Dragons Golden Nether Flame."
"Old guy, you want to take advantage of Jiulong Jin Youyan, have you asked me?"
Winged Dragon Beast took a step forward and stood in front of Yang Feng. He knew the terror of Nine Dragons Immortal Lord and was afraid that Yang Feng would be harmed.
Nine Dragons Immortal Lord, once a famous figure in the Star Territory, even if he is only in the integration stage now, he is not something that Yang Feng, a small martial arts sect, can challenge.
"It's you?!"
When the Nine Dragons Immortal saw the Winged Dragon Beast for the first time, his face showed fear, and then he spoke in surprise.
"Why, you are allowed to sneak into the lower realm, but you are not allowed to live another life?"
The two of them were reminiscing like old friends they hadn't seen for many years.
"Hmph! No wonder that mortal has the capital to be arrogant. It turns out that the backer behind him is you."
"No, you are wrong. I am not his supporter, but... the one who beats him up!"
The pterodactyl beast was thrown at close range!
In a hand-to-hand fight with the Dragon Clan, there are not many people in the Star Territory, let alone in the Lower Territory.
The Nine Dragon Immortal Lord, even the peerless genius who created the cultivation system, was extremely frightened when faced with the close combat of the Winged Dragon Beast.
"OK!"
Yang Feng smiled heartily, held the Nine Dragons Golden Nether Flame and stood in the air, intercepting the nine dragons.
"Little stool, wait for it to come out!"
Yang Feng relied on the Fengxian Sect. Although the sect's base was established in the Heavenly Demon Palace in the world of cultivating immortals, he took the main combat power with him.
Five golden elixir stage monks appeared and joined the battlefield.
Nightmare fights two dragons alone with a demon sword in his hand.
Because these dragons had just woken up, their cultivation level was only at the stage of becoming gods.
But with such a level of cultivation, if it weren't for Nightmare, a powerful person in the integration stage, Yang Feng and others would never be their opponents.
Some people died, but not completely...
