The dragon chanted Qingyue, the sound was terrifying, the sound wave was like a substance, and it had a strong impact on Mo Ye's body, and the slender magic robe turned into a thousand strands of beggar's outfit in an instant, and the next moment it was completely annihilated, turning into dust and disappearing. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The intensely corroded dragon's breath of death enveloped and shrouded Mo Ye, and the fire of the undead instantly deprived Mo Ye of the warmth in his body, making him feel the cold to the bone, and the shadow of death enveloped his whole body, and Mo Ye seemed to see the thin figure of the god of death, and the death scythe twisted in the night wind.

How long has it been since you felt this chill, how long has it been since you felt this shadow? Even if he fell into the abyss of crying, he was not so desperate and helpless. But at this moment, Mo Ye clearly felt a tremor from the depths of his soul.

It is also falling, but the speed of the fall is more slow, and the height of the fall is far less than that of the wailing abyss, but this time it is the dragon's mouth, and it can even be said that it is the most powerful dragon in the world. No one is spared from its mouth, and it has never left any living mouth in its mouth.

However, Moya is a god!

Although he is not yet a fallen angel in his heyday, he has at least a small amount of power, in a colloquial word, - demigod!

"Ignorant mortals, trying to challenge the majesty of God?"

Mo Ye, who was falling, slowly stretched his arms and muttered to himself, saying those words with a strange and strange emphasis. His voice was low, very soft, but it was clear to everyone's ears, and he spoke in a strange language, which no one in the audience had ever heard, but the meaning of the words came to everyone's minds, so that they could understand them without any hindrance.

Feeling the abnormality on Mo Ye's body, Qin Bing's pupils constricted suddenly, and a strong crisis enveloped his heart. Is it going to appear?

At that moment, Qin Bing and Mo Ye looked at each other, and Qin Bing clearly saw the pure white light in Mo Ye's eyes. It was not a holy white, but the color of a craggy bone, a pale, fiasco, a white subconsciously reminiscent of the prime.

At the same time, a pair of pitch-black wings spread out behind Mo Ye, each one was pure black and shiny, full of luster, and a pure dark power flowed in it, and the wings shook, and the pitch-black light left afterimages in the air, and those afterimages were like naturally formed magic arrays and magic runes.

"Soul Imprisonment!"

Mo Ye's wings flapped, and the magic array formed by the dark afterimage flew downward, like a large net, covering the head of the undead dragon.

The undead dragon's gaping mouth tightened and closed little by little as if under an irresistible force. Although it struggled to open its jaws, and the bones of its upper and lower jaws creaked and cracked, the web, which was as light as a spider's web and cicada's wings, was too strong to break free even with the strength of a dragon.

Mo Ye fell, landing on the dragon's hard zombie-like lips, but at this time, the undead dragon's mouth was tightly closed, and there was not even a gap between a finger, how could it swallow Mo Ye.

The undead dragon let out a dull roar from its nostrils, and strong anger erupted from its nostrils, but the wings of the ink night fluttered again, and another net of imprisonment formed by the dark afterimage fell, and the two nostrils of the undead dragon were also bound to death, unable to open.

Mo Ye was condescending, his pale eyes staring directly at the undead dragon.

He wondered why the undead dragon would resist his orders and even attack him, and how could it "survive" if it fell?

"I see!"

The corners of Mo Ye's mouth hooked up a smile, the eyes are the windows of the soul, Mo Ye saw its mind from the eyes of the undead dragon, saw the things in its heart.

Incubus!

The strange existence that attacked him before, he actually infiltrated the mind of the undead dragon, and used it to manipulate the undead dragon to attack him.

"Very peculiar abilities! But—" Mo Ye smiled proudly, his right hand raised high, and a pure dark power was derived from his five fingers, flowing in the palm of his hand, slowly intertwining into a pair of shackles, "But in the face of absolute power, all your abilities are a joke!" ”

Refuse to do!

The shackles are like straight javelins, starting from the palm of the ink night, straight into the eyes of the undead dragon, the shackles seem to exist in nothingness, without any substance, it is not hindered by the body of the undead dragon, and directly submerge into the dragon's spiritual world.

Whoa......

The chains of the shackles suddenly vibrated with a crisp crashing sound, like a fish taking the bait while fishing, and the shackles began to swing gently.

"Come out!"

The shackles snapped away, and the pitch-black light quickly filled the eyes of the undead dragon, and then this black light was dragged away from the eyes of the undead dragon little by little, it was the eternal nightmare that appeared before and disappeared.

At this time, the Eternal Nightmare struggled and roared, turning into smoke to break free from the shackles, but the control of the shackles far exceeded the previous net-like runes, and even the dragon could not break free, let alone the Eternal Nightmare.

……

On the other side, Qin Bing saw that his magic crystal arrow had not made a contribution, and immediately summoned the little foxes around him, and then hurriedly taught them some things, the little foxes listened suspiciously, and then nodded suddenly, more than two hundred little foxes touched their heads, and then quickly dispersed, and disappeared into the vast sea of grass after a few jumps.

At this time, Mo Ye had already pulled the Eternal Nightmare out of the spirit world of the undead dragon, and the undead dragon also regained its "sanity" little by little and returned to Mo Ye's control.

Falling suddenly, the undead dragon immediately offered the top of his head, looking down at the Qin soldiers like a dog, and let out a threatening roar.

"Qin Bing, you always use these indiscriminate methods, and you never dare to confront me head-on." Mo Ye laughed, "That's right, after all, you are just a mortal, although you have many subordinates, but in front of the gods, you are all like ants, weak, powerless, and humble!" You are like ants under the claws of a dragon, no matter how hard you try to resist, you will not escape the fate of being crushed! ”

The undead dragon stomped its hind paws very cooperatively, and a circle of shock waves spread out in all directions with the dragon's claws as the center, spreading for a hundred meters before slowly stopping, and both the soil and grass stems were ravaged to smithereens in this range, and the waves of earth were like lofty mountains, stretching continuously.

Qin Bing sneered at the corner of his mouth, "However, this is not the case. ”

"Hahaha, if you are in the Summoner Canyon, I may still give you three points, but now that it is 108,000 miles away from your lair, do you still want to turn the tables around? Why did you turn the tables? By him? By him? Or on your own? Hey, what about the little ones? ”

Mo Ye suddenly noticed that all the little foxes had disappeared.

Did you escape? But it doesn't matter, Qin Bing is here! As long as you catch Qin Bing, you will be avenged for any revenge!

Mo Ye laughed, but soon, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Instead, Qin Bing laughed, "It's time to close the net, I hope for a bumper harvest this time!" ”