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With the passage of time, the battle between the dragon and phoenix clans on the ground has once again entered a white-hot situation, especially many monks who detonated their own souls before dying, and in an instant, many people around them were pulled down and died together, which can really be said to be a group of backs when they are dying.

And this kind of action also quickly caused the surrounding monks to follow suit, whether it is the Feng clan or the dragon clan, but whenever they are about to die, they will blow themselves up desperately and pull the opponent to accompany the funeral, which can be described as a real killing red eye, and they will never die.

At the same time, the battle between Aotian and Zulong is becoming more and more intense.

With the recovery of how long it took to recover, the cultivation of the ancestral dragon quasi-saint became more and more consolidated, the bigger the whole person became, the more spiritual he became, and he was arrogant, with the outbreak of the ancestral dragon, the whole person was a little difficult to resist for a while.

If nothing else, the gap between the realms is too strong.

There is an essential difference between the Quasi-Saint and the Great Luo Golden Immortal.

The quasi-saint has jumped out of the control of the river of fate, at least he will not be affected by the river of fate.

On the contrary, although Da Luo Jinxian can use the power of the long river of fate, he is relatively suppressed by the long river of fate.

This suppression is aimed at the recovery of its mana, so as the battle of great attrition continues, Aotian is now becoming more and more difficult to resist.

Swept by a dragon's tail, Aotian's Chaos Demon God's true body retreated dozens of steps before stabilizing, looking down at the body that had resurfaced with new damage, Aotian's eyes flashed a trace of depression and anger, and he shouted angrily: "Damn bastard!"

In this regard, Zu Long did not hesitate at all.

As he became more and more proficient in mastering the power of the quasi-saint, the killing intent in the eyes of the ancestral dragon also became more and more intense.

For Aotian, who killed the candle dragon, he will never forgive in his heart.

In an instant, Zu Long shouted in a low voice: "Damn the guy, die for this ancestor." ”

As he spoke, the dragon's body twisted, and the dragon's tail swung like a sharp blade, slashing straight towards Aotian's neck.

Seeing this, Aotian was not to be outdone, and raised his fist to meet him.

Bang -

The fist tail struck, and the bodies of Aotian and Zulong trembled.

Immediately after, Aotian took the lead in retreating, but Zu Long only shook a few times, and his body regained its calm.

Seeing this scene, Aotian's heart was even more depressed, his dignified Chaos Demon God would actually be suppressed by an innate god, which was simply a great shame.

In the next second, the true body of the Chaos Demon God was fully powerful, and the vigorous momentum permeated out, and Aotian slowly stretched out his hand, and shouted in his mouth: "Ancestral Dragon, you should be damned!"

I saw one of his hands poking out, and the chaos in the palm of his hand was bright before the chaos, like a huge compass of the sea of stars, once it was imprisoned, it would be strangled by the sea of stars.

Seeing this, Zu Long also knew that Aotian's blow should not be underestimated, especially the sight of that hand covering the sky, even as a quasi-holy, he felt a palpitation.

At the same time, the ancestral dragon did not dare to use the dragon tail to face the battle, after all, after experiencing the last broken tail, the ancestral dragon already knew, how could his ancestral dragon's true body not really be powerful.

Thinking of this, the ancestral dragon spat out the dragon's breath, and then the mana was filled with his body, and he shouted: "Ten Thousand Dragons Devouring Souls!"

In the next second, Wan Long roared, and the terrifying dragon magic power was unleashed.

I saw the figure of the ancestral dragon shaking, and the first thing was to rush out, and Wan Long followed behind him, and the ferocity was no worse than Aotian's hand covering the sky.

Seeing this scene, a trace of murderous intent flashed in Aotian's eyes.

At the same time, it is also a more rapid operation of the mana in the body, and the artistic conception of holding the sea of stars in his palm is becoming more and more vast and vast, and it is the dragon clan divine power that blasts towards the ancestral dragon.

Boom Boom

With the deafening roar, the magic power of covering the sky with one hand was broken, and the ten thousand dragons roared in the sky, like a continuous bombardment of beads on Aotian's body.

For a while, Aotian's screams resounded through the sky, and a piece exploded on the chest of his huge Chaos Demon God's true body, and the white bones of Sensen were clearly visible, and the entire aura was wilted in an instant.

Before Aotian could come back to his senses, a surging dragon groan resounded through the sky, and the ancestral dragon reached out the dragon's claws and took Aotian's heart directly.

Seeing this scene, Aotian couldn't help but be stunned, the reality came too quickly, and now that he was seriously injured, he couldn't avoid it at all.

"Damn, am I really going to die at the hands of a mere innate god, I'm not reconciled!" roared madly in his heart, Aotian constantly controlled the Chaos Demon God's true body to avoid it, but what? The Chaos Demon God's true body is so huge, how can it be controlled in an instant?

Moreover, the ancestral dragon is not a dead thing, as Aotian's body moves, his claws also change position, and it is impartial to its heart, without the slightest deviation.

In the blink of an eye, the positions of the two sides were less than a hundred feet apart, and Zu Long also locked Aotian's heart, and shouted: "Damn guy, give my second brother a burial!"

With the swing of Long Wei, the ancestral dragon's true body quietly accelerated, almost in an instant, before reaching Aotian's heart, and the next second was about to kill Aotian.

In this regard, Aotian was completely panicked.

Even if he was a Chaos Demon God, even if he was once high, but in the face of death, Aotian couldn't help but panic, and his mouth erupted with a resentful and unwilling shout: "No, I'm not reconciled!"

Phew――

At the last moment, a murderous sword aura fell from the sky.

Moreover, the speed of this sword qi was very fast, and it almost reached the top of the ancestral dragon's head.

Once the ancestral dragon does not avoid it, he can naturally kill Aotian to avenge the candle dragon, but his head will also be pierced by his terrifying sword qi in an instant, which is actually a lose-lose fight.

Ancestral Dragon naturally would not accept such a result, now that Feng Zu is dead, it can be said that the flood is already the world of his dragon clan, how can he die at such a critical moment?

Glancing at Aotian unwillingly, Zu Long said, "You're lucky, but next time I will kill you!"

As he spoke, the ancestral dragon's body flickered, and the ancestral dragon's true body was directly dispersed, and the whole thing was to avoid it.

At the same time, that terrifying sword qi fell against the tip of the nose of the ancestral dragon and Aotian, and bombarded the ground, and suddenly the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked, and the land in a radius of hundreds of miles was cracked.

......Seeing this scene, Zu Long couldn't help but gasp, and then shouted in a lost voice: "What a terrifying sword qi, who is coming!"

At the same time, the figure of Wang Hao appeared in Zu Long's mind, after all, above the flood wilderness, only Wang Hao was famous for his swordsmanship.

In the next second, above the sky, a black figure appeared, four long swords floated behind him, his hands behind his back, and he looked at Zu Long condescendingly and said: "Zu Long, you dare to move the people of this demon master, you are looking for death!" )