Muria looked at the giant claws that were condensed from black flames that grabbed him, and there was indifference in the golden dragon pupils, with a hint of mockery, the Great Demon of the Second Order of Soul Intent, he himself couldn't remember how many he had killed in the Abyss Training Ground in the past twelve years.

The golden dragon stretched out a dragon claw, and the thunder and dragon flames around his body surged, completely wrapping his claw, and from a distance, his dragon claw seemed to have become several times thicker at this moment.

"Boom!" black sparks splashed and fell on the ground, like acid, corroding the ground to a "sizzle" sound, Muria smashed the attack of the Sheephorn Demon with one claw, and in its stunned gaze, the golden dragon claws slapped on its ugly head, "Boom!" The sound of bones shattering and the sound of heavy objects breaking through the air rang out together.

"How is that possible?" The black ash blood swayed in the air, and the sheep-horned demon slashed a wonderful parabola in the air, and finally smashed to the ground, cutting a gully hundreds of meters long on the ground, and in this ravine, a little black flame attached to it and scorched, scorching the originally smooth gully into a pothole.

"Ahem!ahem!" The Sheephorn Demon staggered to its feet, its neck twisted at a very strange angle, it was slapped away by Muria's claws, and not only that, but its head was almost bent nearly a hundred and eighty degrees by Muria's brute force.

The Sheephorn Demon coughed and vomited blood, and by the way, he stretched out a pair of claws covered with scales and black hair, and held his head, "Click!"

"Shhh The Sheep's Horn Demon gasped, one of its demonic horns was broken, one side of its head was sunken, and it was very distorted and deformed, and one eye burst out of its socket, as if it was about to burst at any moment, making its already ugly head even more disgusting.

"It doesn't hurt right away. Behind it, a voice sounded without the slightest emotion, and at the same time, the air was forced to open with a loud roar.

Although the claw demon was burning with flames, it did not feel a trace of warmth, and a cold and biting chill swept through its body, making it shiver all over its body, not cold, but the instinctive reaction of its demon body when faced with a deadly threat.

Six pure black soul rings appeared behind it, and in the soul ring, faintly, there were small faces struggling in it, and the sound of the soul's wail came from it, and the fear aura spread, and the black flames became more and more vigorous, corroding the air to a "sizzling" sound.

...... After Muria saw the claw demon being slapped away by one of his paws, the aura shone under him, and a super-large portal took shape, and the dragon wings flapped and fell directly into it.

Then, a portal of the same size took shape behind the Sheep's Horn Demon, and Muria's slender and majestic dragon body came out of the portal, accounting for almost half the length of his dragon body, and the slender dragon tail with a tail tip like a diamond-shaped spear blade, with wind and thunder, pumped towards the Sheephorn Demon's already very badly deformed and twisted head.

"Dying and struggling!" Muria saw the soul ring behind the sheep's horn demon that seemed to be composed of souls who had died tragically, and his anger rose, the soul on the demon's soul ring was not an illusory thing, but was extracted from the living soul and imprisoned on it.

"Smack!" was accompanied by a dense cracking sound, and the last sound like a melon and fruit exploding, a viscous liquid of broken bones and white flowers...... The mess fanned out to the ground, unusually bloody and violent, and then the headless body of the Sheephorn Demon staggered and fell to the ground.

At the irregular break in the neck of the sheep-horn demon, the tendons, blood vessels, muscles, etc., wriggled, extended upwards, and regrown, as if trying to restore the most important part of the missing part.

"Huh!" Muria flicked the dragon's tail with a tail like a diamond-shaped blade, encircling the dragon flames, slicing through the headless body of the sheep-horned demon, splitting it into countless pieces, and the dragon flames enveloped it, wiping out all life and turning it to ashes.

Muria in the form of a dragon ignored the defense of the second-order demon of soul intent and blew the head of the horn demon with a flick of the dragon's tail. Because, compared to the dragon's claws, the tail can exert the dragon's strong physical strength.

Muria's three strikes smashed a soul-level demon into ashes, like a prelude, and in the middle of the sky, the hovering dragons fell one after another, and began to melee with the demons who survived the spell attack.

Compared to spell attacks, the five-colored dragon prefers melee combat, and the younger the five-colored dragon, the more it likes it, and it doesn't need skills, just play and use the innate advantages of the dragon to completely abuse the opponent.

"Roar!" "Ang!" ...... Dragon Roar, Demon Roar, Fire, Frost, Thunder, Acid...... All kinds of spell attacks flew around, and when the five-colored dragons fell and the demons began to fight in close combat, the area suddenly turned into a battlefield, and the sound of killing resounded in one side.

When the dragon came, this area was forbidden to be attacked by a layer of spells, and the weak demons were basically turned into corpses in this round of attacks, and only some elite silver demons and gold-level demons survived.

Therefore, when the five-colored dragon group descended, although these surviving demons were brave, after all, the quantity and quality were not as good as the five-colored dragon group carefully cultivated by Muria, and when the battle began, the demons were at an absolute disadvantage.

One demon after another was torn apart by the dragon, and his death was miserable, and Muria even saw an extremely unlucky demon, who was targeted by five dragons at the same time, and then his limbs, wings, and tail were all captured by these five unscrupulous dragons.

"Tear up!" The body of this gold-level demon was directly torn apart like a piece of inferior cloth, and there was no room for struggle. For this hapless demon, this is not a battle, but a kind of torture of extremely high specifications, the five dragons are divided.

However, the fierce battle in this area, the noisy fighting sound, attracted the attention of the wandering demons in the rest of the area, and many soul-level demons began to move towards this area, and as soon as the big demon moved, many gold-level demons also moved, and then, the demons in the entire area followed suit.

It is the instinct of the weak to follow the strong.

The demons who were attracted by the battle, saw that the black and red earth covered with corpses in the sky, full of fighting dragons and demons, was stimulated by the bloody qi, and joined the battle without thinking, so that the battle continued.

"Muria, there is a soul-level demon. Just as Muria was directing the dragon to begin to deal with the demons that had been attracted to him, a terrible dragon roar was heard.

Muria looked in the direction where the dragon's roar came from, and Barlow Demon with ten soul rings on his feet grinned fiercely, fighting with a sturdy red dragon, but the red dragon was at an absolute disadvantage, and the dragon wings on one side had been torn off, and hot dragon blood was sprayed.

The two slightly inferior red dragons next to them were struggling to interfere, so that their brother was not killed on the spot.

"Casio!" Seeing this scene, a dazzling aura flashed from Muria's body, and the golden dragon turned into a black-haired and golden-eyed titan, and with his call, a teleportation array appeared beside him, and a huge bow emerged from it.

Muria held the metal giant bow in his hand, and the bowstring was opened, and the wind, thunder, and flames all over his body frantically poured into the longbow, condensing into a brilliant golden arrow.

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