After a burst of clouds carrying wind and thunder, a golden dragon gradually took shape and hovered in front of everyone.
The giant dragon was full of anger, with its beard spread across its eyes, its mouth breathing purple gas, its teeth bared and its claws dancing, as if it was angry.
The dragon-binding rope has turned into red, and the spiritual power is constantly flashing. It tightly binds Ao Ren with his incomplete body, and is tightly strangled into the dragon's flesh, leaving a horrific wound that can be seen deep in the bone, and the dragon's blood welled up along these wounds.
The brothers Ao Ren and Ao Lu were transformed into dragons from a two-headed dragon. The two-headed dragon was born as one body with two heads. It is not known how they were separated, but the reason why Ao Ren avoided this village is already obvious.
The scales on his lower body were dull and dull. Compared with the majestic upper body, his tail was very deformed. The thinnest part was only as thick as a human thigh.
The entire dragon has deformed proportions and is accompanied by huge sarcoma. He is just a mutilated dragon.
So he wants to survive the tribulation and hide.
Only by surviving this catastrophe can he become a complete, real dragon.
But he encountered his own love crisis in this most ordinary little village, and he regarded a little human girl as his daughter. He met Wang Xiaotai, who had been visiting her for many years and refused to let her go, and came after hearing the news.
This time, he was destined to fail.
In the great formation to deceive the sky, the spiritual power surged and the heaven and earth shook, and all the mortals in the midst were turned into ashes in an instant.
It was difficult for the black-robed priests brought by Wang Xiaotai to withstand such high spiritual pressure. Their ears and noses were bleeding, and their meridians and flesh were slowly chapped, and it seemed that they would soon burst into a ball of blood and mud.
But even so, they remained unmoved, guarding their positions, holding seals in their hands, neither retreating nor avoiding, facing the pressure of the dragon.
They were like this, let alone Wang Xiaotai, who was facing Ao Ren in the middle of the formation.
She opened her five fingers and faced the sun. The light leaked from between her fingers and shone on her calm face.
Ao Ren's beard twitched and his mouth opened. The purple energy condensed into a purple pillar and rushed towards Wang Xiaotai.
"You should have turned into a dragon sooner, idiot."
Wang Xiaotai took a step with her right foot. Li Hei, who had been waiting beside her for a long time, noticed her change and made a gesture, causing the black-robed priests to change their formation.
Wang Xiaotai looked at Ao Ren, who was still tightly bound by the dragon rope. The moment the purple beam of light was about to attack her, the giant golden hand with distinct joints appeared in front of her again.
The giant golden hand passed through the purple pillar that contained wind and thunder. Countless thick golden threads cut into the purple pillar of dragon energy at an extremely fast speed, cutting it into pieces in an instant.
At the same time, Li Hei had led the black-robed priests to change their formations. Countless golden chains extended from the ground, from the sky, and from all directions, binding Ao Ren's dragon body and pressing Ao Ren to the ground. , can only struggle feebly and whine.
Ao Ren looked up to the sky and roared. There was no more sunlight in the sky-defying formation.
The clouds rolled and surged like raging waves, gathering above Ao Ren's head, layer upon layer, becoming harder and denser.
Ao Ren was extremely angry and launched his final attack, summoning his clone hidden in the cloud.
The dragon's anger caused changes in the heavens.
The purple energy became more and more intense, and a giant dragon transformed from Ao Ren's dragon energy emerged half of its body from the clouds. In an instant, the entire dragon swooped down in the direction of Wang Xiaotai!
In an instant, the dark clouds in the sky rotated like a tornado, and sank suddenly as the dragon rushed downward.
Haoran's spiritual energy poured down from the sky with the impact of the dragon. Wang Xiaotai stepped out, stepped into the air and faced the wind, and rushed straight towards the dragon that was charging towards her!
She passed through the rushing clouds, turned over, and stepped on the dragon's head. In a trance, her figure floated like a white dragon.
She stretched out her hand, regardless of any skill or elegance, and grasped Ao Ren's two dragon horns, grabbed them hard, kicked off her feet, and directly broke off Ao Ren's proud dragon horns!
The giant dragon wailed and roared upwards. The clouds dispersed, and Ao Ren's external incarnation turned into nothingness.
Wang Xiaotai threw the dragon horn away and jumped down from the cloud. The sleeves of her robe swelled in the wind and landed on Ao Ren's head like a white crane.
Ao Ren shook his head, struggling to get Wang Xiaotai off his head.
But Wang Xiaotai kept moving, and began to recite incomprehensible spells in his mouth. He tapped his toes and opened his arms, like a white crane dancing.
But what kind of white crane dares to dance on the dragon's head?
She took the first step on the dragon's head, and a golden lotus blossomed quietly on the golden dragon's head. She then took the second step and floated towards Ao Ren's spine.
Her steps were firm and slow, her hands were constantly holding mysterious dharma seals, she kept chanting incantations, and the Guanyin red mole between her eyebrows shone brightly.
She walked slowly against the wind in the hunting wind and clouds, standing out from the rest.
Her second step is slightly smaller, and her third step is the same, seven steps in a row, one step is a lotus, and every step is a lotus.
Seven steps later, Wang Xiaotai jumped off Ao Ren's body.
Big drops of tears welled up in Ao Ren's eyes. He opened his mouth, but found that the shackles Wang Xiaotai had placed on him before were still there, and he could not make any sound.
After a heartbreaking sound of sharp bones rubbing and flesh tearing, Ao Ren seemed to have been torn apart by a pair of invisible hands. His body was almost split in half, his dragon tendons were exposed, and his eyeballs fell out of their sockets. The dragon's blood almost overflowed the entire formation.
Hot brains fell to the ground mixed with blood from the cracked skull.
Such precious ingredients were abandoned like worn-out shoes at this time.
Wang Xiaotai crushed the white stuff with her foot, and a trace of blood was splashed on her face. Wang Xiaotai wiped the blood off her face carelessly.
Ao Ren's body twitched slightly, obviously not completely dead yet.
Wang Xiaotai breathed a sigh of relief for him.
On the other side, a huge moon wolf jumped out from the side and threw a hard turtle shell in front of her.
Yue Li turned into a wolf and looked at the turtle shell on the ground, which was bigger than Ao Ren's head, with disgust, "My Lady, what should I do with this guy?"
When Ao Ren went through the tribulation, although Ao Lu was not there, he still found a familiar Shui tribe to protect him. This turtle shell was the Shui tribe stationed here to protect Ao Ren.
Yue Li squatted down and knocked on the hard turtle shell, "Come out and don't pretend to be dead. If you don't come out, I will set up a pot to stew you!"
"The Bastard Soup is the most nourishing, isn't it, empress?"
Wang Xiaotai looked down at the turtle shell, her voice seemed to be mixed with the snow and ice from the polar night land, cold and ruthless, "You are from the East China Sea tribe, right? I remember that you also have the Xuanwu bloodline, which is rare, and cultivation is not easy.
"Surrender or annihilate the clan?"
Yue Li on the side had already taken out a huge bronze cauldron, and Li Hei also took out firewood and added water. In the blink of an eye, the hot water in the cauldron was boiling.
It's as if the stove has been set up and the ingredients are just waiting for them to be put into the pot.
Under the gaze of everyone, the turtle shell, which was as silent as death, finally moved.
An old man with a playful smile and a mustache emerged from it, and laughed shyly, "One of my own, one of my own, Empress, I am also a believer of Empress Fuyao!"
After saying that, the old turtle fumbled around and took out a statue of Fuyao Empress from his turtle shell, and showed it to them respectfully, "Old turtle prays every day. In the East China Sea, the old turtle is the most loyal believer of the queen. !
"From now on, if the empress says that the old turtle dares not go to the east, if the empress says one, the old turtle will not dare to say two!"
The mustache trembled, and the old turtle from the East China Sea spoke sternly, swearing to God that he would never betray.
A drop of cold water fell on Wang Xiaomo's face. She raised her head and saw ten thousand drops of rain falling from the dark sky.
Fighting is really not my specialty T^T. I can’t write about the feeling of being evenly matched and having a back and forth. When I write about it, it seems like it’s just a one-sided crushing... Let’s watch it while you’re alive, hahaha.
Ao Ren is not dead. He is useless. He will be useful later.
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