Xiaoyu was dressed in green clothes, and her bare hands danced lightly with the blue sea silk given by Xuanwei before, and her slender figure was like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world.

The royal blue blue sea silk exudes a little fluorescence, and the sound of the waves can be faintly heard between the waves, just now it was Xiao Yuxin who waved the blue sea silk a few times, which attracted this timely heavy rain, extinguishing the purple demon fire that was about to spread to the entire Lingyun Mountain.

According to legend, it is the talent of the dragon family, and as a branch of the dragon family, Jiaolong naturally has the ability to "make waves".

Don't look at the fact that Xiao Yu's time to become a Jiao is still short, and she looks like an idler in Heaven and Earth every day, but her cultivation progress is not necessarily slower than everyone else, or even better.

Even if Xuanwei has surpassed Xiaoyu in cultivation, he may not know where Xiaoyu's limit is now.

"Brother Daoist told Xiao Yu to take good care of the house before leaving, you big villains have actually caused such a big destruction!" Xiao Yu's beautiful and pitiful face was a little gloomy, and her slightly bulging cheeks were particularly cute.

There's no way, the appearance and temperament are there, even if Xiaoyu wants to show the ferocity and anger of the "dragon roar", in the eyes of others, it is probably the taste of cuteness.

"Hmph, I didn't expect that there would be a dragon in this mortal world! Since they are all demon clans, why do you want to stop the deity?"

"I don't have an ugly fellow like you! No matter what way you come from, as long as you sabotage in the Heaven and Earth Temple, you are my enemy!" Xiao Yu said angrily.

The Holy Son was stunned, looking a little incredulous.

"Ugly, you dare to say that the deity is ugly?" The body of the Holy Son trembled slightly, and the voice was almost squeezed out of his throat, and the tyrannical demonic aura of the Yin Owl was surging.

"Oh, you look in the mirror yourself, it's too ugly!" Xiao Yu pursed her lips, her white fingers flicked slightly, and a water balloon flew towards the Holy Son.

The water balloon slowly flew in front of the Holy Son, and after a while of tumbling and deformation, it turned into a smooth water mirror.

The mirror reflects the face of the Holy Son, well, it is almost insulated from the words handsome and delicate, but it is a bit too much to say ugly, right?

The corners of the mouth are slightly raised, the eyes are blurred, and there is a ecstasy side face, which is completely the hormone of walking, okay?

The Holy Son feels good about himself, but he only says that this "little girl in the country" has never seen the world and has backward aesthetic concepts.

Syllable!

Suddenly, the water mirror silently exploded, and the water droplets splashed in all directions, shooting fiercely on the face of the Holy Son.

The Holy Son, who had no idea of such a trick, was hit on the spot, but his skin was much thicker than steel, and the bullet-like droplets of water on his face did not hurt or itch at all.

But it is precisely because of this that the emotion that seems to have been fooled is even more surging!

The Holy Son's eyes showed a fierce light, and he glared at Xiao Yu viciously, thinking about his noble status as the Holy Son of the Demon Clan, when had he been insulted like this?

Anger instantly jumped to his head, and the Holy Son actually laughed angrily, the corners of his mouth wiped a hint of mockery, and said, "Woman, you are playing with fire!"

Inexplicably, the Holy Son felt that the woman in front of him was damn sweet!

"You scoundrel is so unreasonable, obviously you are playing with fire, and you can't even tell the difference between water and fire?"

The Holy Son smiled disapprovingly, and continued to say to himself: "Although the blood of the dragon is not pure, it is not bad to put it in the demon clan, and it will not lose the face of the deity if you bring it out! Listen, woman, you are qualified to serve the deity!"

Xiao Yu understood what the Holy Son meant, and she was so angry that she stomped her feet on the spot and said, "Phew, you ugly bastard, who wants to serve you!"

The Holy Son, who was "ugly rejected", twisted his neck, and said: "Yes, this is the only way to taste it, and it is more worthy of the deity to conquer! Today, the deity has to take you in!"

In the next second, the demonic purple light on the Holy Son's body was flourishing, gradually tending to be dark purple and almost black, and the demonic qi around his body skyrocketed several times.

The irritable outgoing demonic aura stirred up, and even the rich aura of Lingyun Mountain was dispelled by most of it!

"Well, have you been impressed by the power of the deity? I might as well tell you, this is only fifty percent of the demonic power of the deity!" the Holy Son took a deep breath rather intoxicated, as if feeling his own power.

Xiao Yu pursed her lips, and the momentum that erupted from the other party made her feel a little uncontrollable fear.

Not only because of the other party's demonic majesty, but also because of the fear of the higher levels of the biological chain that seems to be imprinted in the blood!

The Holy Son on the opposite side, the power of his bloodline should be inherited from a certain great demon of the desolation, which is commonly known as the royal family of the demon clan with blood.

If Xiaoyu has now transformed into a green dragon, maybe he can still be suppressed by the power of his bloodline, but the gap between Jiao and the dragon is not a star and a half?

"Your Excellency Xiaoyu, how about we join forces?" an old and deep voice came from behind Xiaoyu.

The visitor was a crane-haired and childish old man, who held a dragon's head cane in his hand, and was clothed in a robe made of green leaves and rattan.

"So you can also transform into a shape, eh, I didn't expect it to be like this!" Xiao Yu looked at it suspiciously for a while, and then recognized this old man as the obscure banyan tree at the gate of the Heaven and Earth Temple.

"Little Lao'er's ability is limited, so he can only help contain it, and try not to drag His Excellency Xiaoyu back!" Rong Shu said in a deep voice, his expression very serious.

"Well, this villain is hard to fight!" Xiao Yu nodded in agreement.

The Holy Son didn't rush to attack, he squinted at the banyan tree standing next to Xiao Yu side by side, and sneered: "It's ridiculous to have a few miscellaneous fish!

Xiao Yu and Banyan glanced at each other, and invariably launched an attack from the left and right sides.

Xiao Yu's white palm turned into an afterimage, and several cold rays of light flew towards the Holy Son, which was the flying knife she often played with in the Taoist temple.

The banyan tree on the other side threw off its robe, and countless emerald green leaves suddenly roared out like a rain of arrows.

Ding Ding Ding ~~~

Before the flying knives and blades could touch the body of the Holy Son, they were shaken apart by the demonic energy released from it, and they were crushed into dust before they could hit the ground.

"Carving insect skills, it's really disappointing!" the Holy Son smiled cruelly and threw a few punches at the void where Banyan and Xiaoyu were.

The fierce fist wind, with the demonic aura condensed into substance, hit the chest in the blink of an eye, and there was no gap to dodge at all.

Xiao Yu and Rong Shu hurriedly blocked with the blue sea silk and dragon head crutches in their hands, and with the heavy impact sound, the two of them were pushed by the shock for more than ten steps.