The demonic qi is very strong, and it is domineering and violent, it is instantly urged out, raging in Wang Fan's body, these demonic qi are very terrifying, not only polluting the human body, but also plundering yang qi and emitting cold qi.

In just an instant, Wang Fan's face was blue from the cold, his lips were purple, hoarfrost hung on his eyebrows and eyelashes, his body was swinging, and he was dying of demonic energy.

Wang Fan has never felt that death is so close to him, he can clearly feel that he is really going to die, it may be the next second, at most he will not live for more than three seconds, this is him, if he changes to another octogenarian, I am afraid that he will die violently in an instant.

But the miraculous thing is that he is not nervous at all, not afraid at all, because he can feel that on his back, there is a pair of warm little hands, clinging to it and not letting go, warming to the heart, this is a kind of unconditional trust, just as Xiaoyu believes in himself, he also believes in Xiaoyu unreservedly, and puts his life in her hands, it is so natural, without the slightest hesitation.

Even if the scythe of death was already on his neck, Wang Fan's face would be full of tenderness, because Xiaoyu had never let him down.

Airplanes!

This time was the same, at this time, Moyu's true dragon qi finally arrived, pouring in from Wang Fan's back, like a rolling Yangtze River, gushing endlessly, into his body.

The true dragon's qi is masculine to strong, containing dragon might, majestic and mighty, not blasphemous, drilling into every pore of Wang Fan, and then turning into thousands of threads, washing every inch of flesh, cells, and capillaries.

Wisps of true dragon qi are like tens of millions of imperceptible streams, flowing through the eight veins of the strange meridians, spreading over the limbs and hundreds of remains, and everywhere they pass, the demonic qi has been annihilated, without the slightest power of resistance, just like ants before the terrifying chariot, easily crushed, shattered in the ruts.

It was too late, it was fast, it was just less than a second, and Moyu's true dragon qi completely penetrated into every inch of Wang Fan's flesh and blood, dispelling all the demonic energy, moistening the flesh with a warm current, and pulling Wang Fan back from the brink of death.

"Whew~Cool!"

Wang Fan exhaled with great enjoyment, his heart was relaxed and his face was full of comfort.

The spiritual energy in his hand is endless, the true dragon's qi behind him is surging, and the vitality in his body is mighty, "the confluence of three rivers", three warm currents infiltrate the flesh, producing hot gas, so that wisps of "steam" emerge from the top of his head.

Sauna, hot springs or something, it's just weak?

The essence and blood in the heart are still being stimulated by the aura little by little, giving out a huge amount of vitality and demonic energy, and the vitality power is accepted and absorbed by the body as the essence, making up for the vitality that has passed away before;

Wang Fan felt that the qi and blood in his body were recovering, his vitality was being compensated, and every cell let out a comfortable moan. In just a few minutes, there were several fewer wrinkles on his face, and several elderly spots on his hands were missing.

"Mo Yu, you don't need to cover my whole body with the true dragon qi, you just need to concentrate a little bit to deal with the essence and blood in your heart, otherwise the consumption is too great, and you won't be able to last long. Wang Fan spoke, his voice seemed to be a little slippery, not as hoarse and harsh as before.

"Good. Mo Yu's answer was simple.

……

Deep in the mausoleum, in the chamber.

Smack!

An ancient vase of great value was thrown to the ground in a rage and shattered.

"How is it possible? How could the dragon god be slain by him?" the cloaked man roared in frenzy, his voice full of disbelief.

"What the hell is wrong? It is impossible for the dragon god to be killed! What are you kidding, Lao Tzu can't beat it now, and this kid suddenly killed him?" The cloaked man's voice suppressed the flames of anger, "No matter how bad it is, doesn't there be a chance to escape? With its 800-year-old dragon body, it won't die if it can't be beaten, why! Why?!"

The dragon god was subdued by it more than 2,000 years ago, selected from thousands of snakes, and has the potential to become a dragon, and it was his countless years of cultivation that created today's dragon god.

If it was his heyday, let alone just one Jiao, even if there were ten hundred Jiao, he could kill him, but now he is not a human ghost or a ghost, and his strength is less than one percent of the peak period, so let him fight with the dragon god, and he can only be the one who escapes.

If it weren't for the method of control in his hand and his life, this little wolf dog would have devoured the master a long time ago.

But what did he see? The dragon god was actually slaughtered by that kid named Wang Fan! Damn, two swords hacked to death, forced to self-detonate Jiaodan, how miserable!

He was going crazy, and it felt like things were far beyond his expectations, out of his control.

Recalling the two peerless swords, the majestic ancient emperor shadow, the cloaked man only felt a chill in his heart, and a chill arose.

This level of forbidden art, even in his heyday, has only seen others perform it a few times, it is simply a god descending into the world, and the heavens and the earth are discolored, which can be called the destruction of the heavens and the earth.

Wang Fan's current strength is too reluctant, and his power is limited, and he can't compare with the ancients, but how old is Wang Fan? Not at thirty, can he cast this terrifying magic at the age of thirty? The cloaked man only felt that he was going crazy!

"Amazing talent! The demonic cultivation talent, in my time, is enough to crown the world. He muttered softly, "We must not let him go back alive, otherwise there will be endless troubles, and the thought of letting him grow up again will make Lao Dao's scalp numb." ”

"It must be obliterated!" his eyes suddenly erupted with murderous intent, hideous and terrifying.

He suddenly remembered something, and roared: "Heaven and Earth Mirror, immediately find their whereabouts, immediately!"

Airplanes!

A bronze ancient mirror appeared in the air, and after the mirror appeared, the cyan light flowed, and the mirror surface rippled like water waves, and after a while, three people appeared in the mirror, and the three of them were trapped in a swamp, struggling outward.

"It's not this!" his gaze was cold.

The mirror rippled again, and this time it was Xingtian and Li Xiao who appeared, walking in the reckless mountains, Xingtian carried Li Xiao on her back, and it was estimated that she was injured.

"No, find the kid who killed the dragon god! I want to know where he is now, dead or alive?" he said with some irritation.

The mirror rippled again, this time it took a long time, but the mirror actually showed chaos, nothing!

"What's the matter? Who is blocking the heavens for him?" the cloaked man was completely furious, and he was furious.

"Could it be Xia Yu? Damn! Sure enough, it is worthy of being a forbidden technique, and the will of the gods is added, and it actually helps him shield the heavenly machine. The cloaked man gritted his teeth.

(End of chapter)