The two fought each other no less than a hundred times before each took two steps back.

Green liquid flowed from the corners of the poisonous ghost's mouth, greedily swept over Nangong Fan, who was covered with dense blood stains all over his body, and poked out his slender tongue and wrapped it around his mouth, all the liquid at the corners of his mouth was rolled into his belly, and he couldn't help but have a perverted and terrifying smile on his face, and glanced at Nangong Fan's strong body again in a slightly daze.

"Looks like I'm the real devil. Thank you for letting me smell my own blood. With such a strong body, it must be great to train as a poison slave. The poisonous ghost was very excited, his face was full of satisfaction, which seemed to prove that he was a real demon, which made him feel sincerely comfortable, and even a kind of mental smoothness, he felt that he was about to break through.

The words were still resounding in place, and the poisonous ghost had turned into a green whirlwind and rushed towards Nangong Fan, and his long hair flew all over the sky, like thousands of poisonous needles flying out.

Nangong Fan looked indifferently at the green hair that came to him in the blink of an eye, ignoring the blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, and raised his head to the sky with a long groan.

The dragon's groan exploded in place, and its long hair trembled and scattered on both sides under the roar, losing its spirituality.

The green hair had just spread out, and the poisonous ghost's palm was wrapped in a dark green light cluster with a rotten aura and had come to Nangong Fan's eyes.

Nangong Fan's arm was raised, and the messy and shattered black scale armor in the close combat just now emitted a brown light blocking the top of his head.

"Boom".

The green smoke obscured the two combatants, attracting the attention of everyone present.

A figure flew upside down from the smoke. The figure was strong, black hair fluttering in the air, and black blood made a long mark in the air.

Lin Zhiyan, who was paralyzed on the ground, couldn't help but change her face, if Nangong Fan was defeated, the fate of the mother and daughter could be imagined, it could be said that the real survival could not be dying.

The green mist clears.

The poisonous ghost stood proudly in place, stretched out his slender tongue, licked and stroked the palm that was weakly bent in front of his head, and there was a faint "hissing" sound.

The poisonous ghost took a feeble step and slowly approached in the direction where Nangong Fan flew out. There was less madness in his eyes and more powerlessness. It's just that there is madness hidden in the depths of his eyes, and even he doesn't notice it.

The hiss kept coming out of his mouth, and a faint eerie aura enveloped the audience.

"It's been a long time since anyone could hurt me. The poisonous ghost's slender tongue circled around his lips, and Lin Zhiyan, who was looking at him on the ground, couldn't help but get goosebumps.

The poisonous ghost has always been careful, and he has always used poison to open the way, and he only came out to reap the spoils, and he has several legendary souls in his hands at the peak of the martial saint.

Years of being accompanied by various poisons in the gloomy fantasy world, his temperament has become distorted, and people sometimes vent their inner depression like a madman.

"How long has it been since you tasted your own blood?" said the poisonous ghost's eyes with a hint of nostalgia, "Five years?"

"In memory of you, you will be better off than dead. The poisonous ghost's eyes became crazy again, and the long green hair that fell powerlessly fluttered without wind, like a poisonous snake preyding, and flew towards the place where Nangong Fan fell.

The sky was full of green, rising with a hazy brilliance, and you could see the green leaves stained with brilliance slowly turning into black smoke and rising into the sky.

The unpleasant smell permeated the surroundings, and the cold breath irritated people to become more and more drowsy.

Nangong Fan lay on the ground weakly, blood was gurgling in his ears, the corners of his mouth were bleeding non-stop, and his clothes were tattered, revealing his skin full of blood.

Nangong Fan wanted to hold his fists, but he let go weakly. I wanted to raise my head proudly, but I couldn't do anything about it, so I could only hang my head down, slightly sunk in the dirt, and my mouth was full of the fragrance of nature.

A swarm of tiny green snakes enveloped Nangong Fan in a chaotic hissing sound.

The poisonous ghost couldn't help but stretch out his long tongue and lick his dry lips, his eyes showed endless pleasure, and the thought of torturing the person who made him bleed made his pervert feel great satisfaction.

Nangong Fan was powerless to struggle in the restraints, with his current strength, it was still too reluctant to fight a peak martial saint, and it was difficult to even escape.

If it weren't for the instant smoke in his body, as well as the demonic intent emerging from the depths of his soul, he would have been defeated and killed a long time ago.

But now that his body is weak and his demonic nature has faded, he has no ability to resist at all.

The poisonous ghost walked towards Nangong Fan who was trapped in mid-air step by step, even if the aura on his body was messy, he was like a demon god.

One step, two steps...... The poisonous ghost stood in front of Nangong Fan, who was wrapped like a zongzi, raised his slender fingers that emitted a faint glow, and stabbed towards the "zongzi" lightly.

A ray of blue light shot out from the place where Lin Zhiyan's mother and daughter fell to the ground.

A crisp dragon chant resounded through the heavens and the earth, more sacred and majestic than Nangong Fan's specious long groan.

The dragon's groan was extremely small, but it resounded in the depths of everyone's soul.

A hundred-foot-long dragon roared into the sky in front of everyone's eyes, and fear spread wildly in the depths of their hearts.

In the middle of the river, a big snake the size of a bucket had just surfaced, its cold eyes were abruptly stunned, its eyes rolled over, and it returned to the river, in its simple thoughts, the outside world was so terrible, first someone could see through its armament, and then there appeared a monster that could make it surrender by its voice alone, and it swore that it would never come out again.

One of the poisonous ghosts was overwhelmed by this burden, and the ferocity in his heart vanished, and he knelt down, trembling with fear, praying sincerely, and repenting in chagrin, what kind of murder and arson he had done?

A person knelt down, causing a chain reaction, like toppling the tarot card, one after another people fell to the ground heavily, regardless of the blood red on their knees, they fell to the ground with tears streaming down their faces, they just wanted to ask the gods in their hearts for forgiveness.

In the depths of the dense forest that no one saw, whether it was running or fighting, all the beasts stopped moving, instinctively prostrate on the ground, the beasts were more sensitive to the power of the true dragon, and the world of the weak and the strong made them only surrender in their hearts, and there was no disobedience at all.

This is the true dragon's groan at the top of the biological chain.

Compared to Nangong Fan's impostor, I don't know where the arrogance is. Those who are not strong-willed will all surrender. Even if you don't surrender, your strength will be suppressed a lot under coercion.

The poisonous ghost's body paused slightly, holding on to the broken body, resisting the coercion from the depths of the soul, and a trace of madness gradually surged in his eyes, he had never even knelt in the sky, let alone kneeling a demon beast? He didn't have the concept of a real dragon in his eyes, but he still saw the extremely fast blue light, it was a demon beast that looked like a snake but not a snake, and was covered in blue-gold scale armor all over its body.

Is that slightly bulging head a horn?

"Jiaolong?" greed flashed in the poisonous ghost's eyes, Jiaolong was the topmost existence of the demon beast he could know, and it was also the most experienced demon beast in his mind to play poison, and it could withstand his toss more than the baby No. 1 and No. 2 he transformed.

He suddenly didn't want to kill the little guy in front of him who was bound by his long hair, first made him realize, there were signs of a breakthrough, and then sent such a heavy treasure, it was really his lucky star.

The blue light paused in front of the poisonous ghost, revealing a long blue and gold foreign object wrapped in it.

The head has small horns, slightly curved, not majestic, but with a hint of loveliness.

There are two claws on the abdomen of the body, and the claws only have two fingers, which are strange but reveal the truth of heaven and earth.

A blue scale underneath the head had two faint gold marks, emitting a blue, divine light.

It is the daughter of the previous Dragon Emperor, Ao Canglan.

The blue light paused slightly, and slammed forward, colliding violently with the five fingers stretched out by the poisonous ghost.

The poisonous ghost withdrew his painful palm, his face changed slightly, if his body was intact, he was naturally not afraid, now he was covered in bruises, his soul was still suppressed, and his strength was only two or three percent, although he still had a big advantage, but it was not obvious.

Ao Canglan slammed into the palm of the poisonous ghost, came to Nangong Fan, who was bound, and gently exhaled a breath of fresh air from her small mouth.

The clear air was filled with golden dazzling light, turning into flames, and with a crackling sound swept through the long green hair that wrapped Nangong Fan.

The long hair seemed to have infinite spirituality, struggling violently in the fire and rain, and the poisonous ghost hurriedly withdrew his precious hair.

The golden flame was only a small cluster, but it seemed to never be extinguished, and it was extremely powerful, and there was still a lot of distance from the long hair, and the long green hair burned.

The screams of pain rang out one after another.

The poisonous ghost's eyes showed distress, and as soon as his thoughts moved, a wisp of spiritual power appeared out of thin air and cut off the top hair that had already burned.

Green mist gushed out from the break in the long hair, not spiritual power, more like fresh blood.

"You hurt my darling. The poisonous ghost's eyes were blood-red, and the remaining demonic nature in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and his body burst out with blood droplets, regardless of the destruction of his body, he forcibly lifted the only remaining spiritual power in his body and sprayed it out at his fingertips.

A trace of contempt flashed in Ao Canglan's eyes, and the golden fire continued to advance forward, and even the void seemed to burn in it.

The poisonous ghost snorted lightly, and a palm-sized cover was thrown out of his hand, rising in the wind, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into a man-sized cover, and the cover was full of spirituality, falling from the sky, covering the golden fire and Ao Canglan under it.

Spiritual Weapon Poison Mist Cover.

Because of the poisonous ghost's cultivation of poison for a long time, his entire body almost turned into a poisonous body, and ordinary spiritual weapons would not take long before they would be scrapped in his hands.

This poisonous fog cover is still the scum that he cultivated the residue of poison and specially asked someone to create it, and he didn't like to face the enemy head-on, so he made the spirit weapon into this appearance and used it to trap people and release poison. It can also be used as a container for drug nourishment on weekdays. The spirit weapon does not require how strong it is, but it must be applied to oneself, and the poisonous ghost can be said to have a deep meaning.

The poison of the poisonous ghost's hand permeated the spiritual weapon, and the entire poisonous mist shroud completely turned dark green. Distress flashed in his eyes, and the spirit weapon that was extremely durable to him wailed in his heart. The poisonous mist that permeated it also dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Poison is useless against it.

For him, the road ahead has been smooth, and the time that Ao Canglan is trapped is enough to completely capture Nangong Fan.

At this time, a series of pops sounded, as if people were falling to the ground one after another.

The poisonous ghost's face changed drastically, and he looked in the direction where his little brother was.