As soon as Shui Jingyue's words fell, his body suddenly changed, and a golden dragon swelled above the entire Divine Que Hall, casting a shadow that almost enveloped the entire hall, threatening to cover the sky and the sun.

As the water mirror moon appeared the body of the divine dragon, the golden mangs of the original body protector also suddenly expanded, unstoppably pushing Qiong Yuan's natal element away by three feet! Qiong Yuan's body couldn't stop retreating because of this, as if a powerful force was dragging him away from behind! When Qiongyuan Station was timed, he fixed his eyes and looked at it, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

But seeing that Shui Jingyue's originally coiled body seemed to be about to stretch out under a pulling force, countless golden lights splashed like a shattered sunburst.

"Divine Dragon—Holy Radiance!"

With a clear shout, Shui Jingyue's body suddenly stretched out, and the huge power exploded with countless golden rays, and that power rubbed the flow of air, and the air trembled, and the fierce force forced the two of them with the spirit yuan to protect the body, and both of them had to leap backwards to avoid it.

The power exploded too strongly, Qiong Yuan didn't have time to resist, he could only watch the strong power swallow up, his heart was inexplicably suffocated, and he instinctively immediately took back his natal element, but at this time, the splashing holy light condensed into a golden rope, and the rope stretched out a golden claw between twists, like the golden claw of a divine dragon, the speed was terrifying, and when Qiong Yuan's natal element was about to submerge into the body, he grabbed his natal element fiercely.

The five claws were retracted, and under the frightened gaze of Qiong Yuan's face, he was about to crush it, and a beam of mixed yuan seven-colored light shot out from the Shenque Temple, hitting the golden claw, making a crisp sound of metal striking, just that beam of light, the golden dragon claw was shattered, turned into golden sand, and the natal yuan escaped.

Qiong Yuan was overjoyed, took back his natal element, and bowed deeply to the Shenque Temple: "Qiong Yuan greets the honored monarch." ”

Fu Yue and Xuan Ji also stepped forward, standing on Qiong Yuan's side on the left and right: "Meet the honorable monarch." ”

"The Dragon Emperor is so powerful, he actually bullied the people of this god in the temple of this god!" Xiahou Yi's voice was full of coercion, coming from the Shenque Temple, and the questioning voice was as cold as coming from hell.

"If the emperor thinks like this, the emperor has nothing to say." The water mirror moon swirled gracefully in mid-air, turned into a human form, and floated to the ground.

"Are you insinuating that God has just decided dictatorship?" As soon as Xiahou Yi's voice came out, the entire hall was shrouded in a mixed seven-colored glow.

The fierce wind swept in the seven-colored glow of the mixed yuan, and flew the hunt of Shui Jingyue in a purple-gold dragon robe. Shui Jingyue was motionless, standing in the wind, her deep purple eyes narrowed slightly, her hands were slightly raised, and the golden qi lingered, wrapping his whole person, and the flying hair and clothes fell quietly in an instant.

"Huh?" Xiahou Yi immediately sensed that something was wrong, "You actually sucked the spirit of the dragon spirit!" ”

The dragon spirit is the aura formed in the Dragon Tomb for tens of thousands of years, and the spirit of the dragon spirit is the aura condensed into crystals for more than 10,000 years, which contains a dragon aura that is condensed and richer than the dragon spirit in the entire Dragon Tomb. Dragon spirits are extremely difficult to form, and this is the second time in history that they have appeared.

"Thanks to the Honorable Monarch's accomplishment!" The corners of Shui Jingyue's lips hooked up with a touch of ridicule.

If it weren't for Xiahou Yi sealing the Dragon Palace for six hundred years, how could the spirit of the dragon spirit appear so easily.

"Do you really think that with the spirit of the dragon spirit to improve your cultivation, you can fight against this god?"

Another piece of mixed Yuan seven-colored light was released from the main hall, and the rich Yuan Spirit frightened the three of Qiongyuan, and only then did they really feel that the gap between them and Xiahou Yi was a gap that could not be crossed.

The seven-colored spirit floating in the air is as beautiful as a leisurely cloud, but their seemingly casual floating, but it makes Shui Jingyue seem to fall into a swamp, every time he breathes, he will feel that he is tightened by an inch, and his body is constantly sinking, so the disparity in strength is very stark.

The enchanting purple eyes were filled with golden light, and he stretched out his hands, and the golden Yuan Spirit wrapped his hands, hitting the mixed Yuan Spirit of seven colors, and stretched it open with great effort!

The strength of the two is stalemate! And this scene deeply shocked Qiong Yuan, he asked himself if it was him, it would be absolutely impossible to stop Xia Houyi's power sniping, but he never thought that Shui Jingyue would be able to carry it without changing his face! I couldn't help but be afraid for a while, if it wasn't for the release of Zunjun's divine sense, I was afraid that he would really die at the hands of Shui Jingyue!

"Yes, yes, it can actually resist the power of this god's soul." Xiahou Yi's tone couldn't hear joy and anger, but he didn't take away the spreading mixed yuan seven-colored yuan spirit, if he wanted to hurt the water mirror moon, it would definitely be a lose-lose ending, he was now in retreat at a critical juncture, if the power of the divine soul released was injured, for him, not only did he fall short, but also hurt his heart.

"The Emperor is now willing to give justice to the emperor?" Shui Jingyue also restrained her momentum, and her tone was neither yin nor yang.

"What the hell is going on?" Xiahou Yi completely ignored Shui Jingyue's sarcasm and asked in a deep voice.

"Returning to the Honorable ......"

"Xuanji, come on!" Qiong Yuan wanted to return the gift, but was interrupted by Xiahou Yi.

Although Fu Yue and Xuan Ji are not dealing with Qiong Yuan, they are not as good as Fu Yue, and they are also upright, although Qiong Yuan is a little worried, but seeing that Xiahou Yi named Xuan Ji, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Returning to the Emperor, the matter is because of the Emperor's Honor...... Xuan Ji took a step forward and took what he saw and heard one by one, without adding or subtracting a word.

"Bang!"

As soon as Xuan Yuan's voice fell, a beam of mixed yuan seven-colored light hit Qiong Yuan's chest, knocking him out, hitting the crystal jade white pillar, and then slamming it on the ground, his face was slightly pale, covering his chest, and he trembled in horror: "Zunjun ......"

"You turn a deaf ear to the words that the gods confessed before the retreat, who gave you the guts?" Xiahou Yi's voice was quite angry.

"Honorable monarch, your subordinates don't dare." Qiong Yuan knelt on the ground and lowered his head. The other words did not dare to refute again, because they all knew that the matter involved Yan Ye, and Xia Houyi's heart would be biased.

His attitude made Xiahou Yi's anger disappear a little: "Since you said that he has bad intentions, this god will confront you face to face!" ”

As soon as the words fell, he saw a beam of mixed seven-colored Yuan Spirits flying out, drawing a distant arc, drowning in the invisible clouds, followed by Xiahou Yi's voice: "Come to the Shenque Palace!" ”

These words are naturally for Yan Ye.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a crimson light as red as blood to fly by.

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