"Hit!"

Yang Nan didn't say much, and slashed out a sword qi hundreds of zhang long and was slashed by the Desolate God Dragon King.

"The pearl of rice also shines!"

The Aragami Dragon King sneered, but at this time, those pursuers who watched the excitement also arrived, all watching from a distance behind, or with their hands behind their backs, or leisurely, one by one, with a calm demeanor, in their opinion, the Aragami Dragon King was victorious, it just depends on how to suppress Yang Nan.

In front of these juniors, the Aragami Dragon King had the desire to show off, and the dark light of the Flame Pestle swept towards Yang Nan's sword light, and he had the intention to break his sword qi first, and then deceive himself to suppress it.

It's just that he miscalculated again, Yang Nan struck out with a sword, turned around and left, and rushed straight to the mountain, and when the Desolate God Dragon King broke the sword light, he saw that Yang Nan had already entered the mountain.

"What a cunning Terran, where to go!"

Where was the Aragami Dragon King willing to let go, and chased him to the mountain.

But as soon as you go up the mountain, there are only mountains and rivers in front of you, where can you still see the outside, and it is even more difficult to see Yang Nan.

"What's going on?" The Aragami Dragon King was strange in his heart, and he turned back and forth a few times, but he didn't get out of this mountain.

I was in a hurry, and suddenly saw a fruit tree in front of me, on which there were three red fruits, and the fragrance was fragrant.

The Aragami Dragon King knew that it was a spirit fruit, and after chasing it for so long, he was thirsty, so he climbed the tree in three or two steps, picked a fruit and swallowed it in his mouth.

"Well, the smell is fragrant, and the mouth is full of relish."

As soon as the Aragami Dragon King was excited, he picked the other two fruits and swallowed them all.

Here, Yang Nan and the women, monkeys, bullheads and others stood on the top of the mountain and watched the Desolate God Dragon King eat the spirit fruit.

This mountain range is derived from the Qinglian world, the Desolate God Dragon has been introduced into his own world by him, don't look at Yang Nan can see him, where can the Aragami Dragon King see them, the scenery in the mountains changes with Yang Nan's mind, and he can't come out when the entrance is closed and he is tired.

After alleviating his hunger and thirst, the Dragon King of the Desolate God was trying to find Yang Nan again, but he suddenly felt unbearable pain in his abdomen, and he was suddenly shocked.

Fang wanted to take out the divine pestle to smash this mountain, but he saw a person flashing in front of him, but it was not Yang Nan.

"Aragami Old Dragon, is this fruit delicious?" Yang Nan smiled and watched the old dragon speak.

"You thief, are you calculating me?" The Dragon King of the Aragami exclaimed, no matter how stupid he was, he realized that something was wrong, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get out of a mountain by himself.

"Hehe, you're not stupid! Aragami Dragon, I gave you a chance, but you chased after Bendi, don't blame Bendi for being ruthless. Yang Nan smiled faintly, he simply regarded this Desolate God Dragon King as a dead dragon.

"You are bold, dare to calculate this king, and give me death." The Aragami Dragon endured the pain in his abdomen, sacrificed the divine pestle and ran to Yang Nan again.

It's a pity, needless to say that his stomach pain is unbearable, the immortal yuan is not smooth, but he is not poisoned, Yang Nan can trigger the rules of the world to suppress him with a single thought, at least to suppress him to a realm, where may he also put the Desolate God Dragon King in his eyes.

"Die!"

Yang Nan raised his hand and slapped it, and the two qi of yin and yang rolled, and he slapped the Aragami Dragon to the ground in just one moment, and suppressed it with a ban and inducement.

"Yang Nanxiaoer, this king has your plan, let me go quickly, otherwise it will be over with you." The old dragon of the barren mountain shouted unwillingly, struggling desperately, but where did he struggle.

"You dare to move." The monkey jumped over, smashed the iron rod in his hand on the old dragon, and the bull over there gave him a scepter, and the scales of the old dragon fell off, and screamed, where did the poor Aragami Dragon King dare to move again,

The figures of several women flashed, looking at the old dragon lying on the ground and showing their real bodies, each smiling, just watching the excitement.

This old dragon was suddenly embarrassed and embarrassed, he originally wanted to catch the beauty, he calculated very well, he kept a pair for himself, and the other pair for his son, this is right, the beauty was not caught, he became a thing under the feet of others, and he was not aggrieved.

"Yang Nanxiao'er, I don't accept your tricks." The Aragami Dragon King shouted unwillingly, but he didn't dare to struggle anymore, for fear of being hit by a few more sticks and kicks.

"If you hadn't coveted my magic weapon and chased after me, how could you have ended up in such a field? Relax and be my slave, or I'll slap you to death with one slap and feed my demon god. Yang Nan spoke slowly, and as soon as he raised his hand, a black hole flashed from his palm, and the demon god named Dijiang jumped out.

Now Dijiang is already the strength of the Heavenly Immortal Consummation, as long as he swallows the Desolate God Dragon King Yuanshen, he will definitely be able to advance to the True Immortal, and even more than the early stage.

"I'm not convinced!"

"Roar!"

The Desolate God Dragon King Fang shouted unwillingly, and the Emperor Jiang came to him in one step, and opened his mouth to swallow the old dragon with the flesh and the original god.

Feeling that terrifying aura, the Aragami Dragon immediately wilted with fright.

"The master spares his life, the old dragon is willing to surrender!" The Desolate God Dragon shouted in a hurry, poor Golden Immortal, in order to save his life, where can he take care of his son.

"Stop!"

Yang Nan raised his hand to stop Di Jiang, Di Jiang didn't swallow the Dragon King, and kept roaring in place, but he was controlled by Yang Nan's thoughts, and no matter how much he roared, he didn't dare to refute Yang Nan's will.

"Master save me!" Seeing that Di Jiang still had the intention of rushing over, the Aragami Dragon King was frightened and knelt on the ground to seek shelter.

"If you are willing to take refuge, you will relax your mind, and life and death will be controlled by me."

Yang Nan opened his mouth, and the Desolate God Dragon King peeked at the Emperor Jiang who was still roaring, where did he dare to refute his back again, and hurriedly relaxed his mind.

Yang Nan even cast a trick and placed a ban in his soul, after all, he was a golden immortal, and the time of the ban was longer than that of ordinary people.

After the ban, Yang Nan collected the power of imprisonment and allowed the Aragami Dragon King to regain his freedom.

Although he has regained his strength, where does he dare to stab again, now Yang Nan can control his life and death with a single thought, not to mention that he is still in the Qinglian world.

"Yongshan has seen the master." The Aragami Dragon respectfully saluted Yang Nan, restrained his arrogance and domineering, and then saluted all the women, monkeys, old cows and others one by one.

A slave is the lowest, where is there any status, at this moment the Aragami Dragon King is regretting in his heart, originally the Aragami Pond Dragon King was good, listen to his son's words to catch what beauties, what kind of world to rob, now it's okay, the world has not been grabbed, but he has become a prisoner of others, hmm...... He is not even a prisoner, but a slave of the lowest class.

"Hand over the pestle, I still lack a guardian god in this mountain, so you will take on it."

Yang Nan raised his hand and pointed at it, and a golden pillar had appeared on the edge of the waterhole in the world, which was golden and as high as a thousand feet.

The desolate dragon finally breathed a sigh, although he was a mountain watcher, but it was much better than going to the master every day to ask for peace and do the lowest work, and he was busy handing over the divine pestle, scattering the spiritual consciousness in it, and the dragon body of hundreds of zhang was hovering, and it was coiled on the golden pillar, and the mountain guarded the medicine.

(End of chapter)