Chapter 887: The years are quiet, and the heroes are good!

"Despicable demons, die!"

With the residual obsession of his body, the ancestral dragon roared loudly, the vast dragon might, rolled towards the sky, and half of the small middle continent was covered by the dragon power, all the creatures trembled, and the demon beasts all knelt and crawled.

However, this is useless, the chains condensed by the demon slave seem to contain order and law, and it is impossible to break free with his non-existent power obsession.

"Now you can still despise the noble demons, but don't worry, soon you will also become the mount of the noble demons, for me to drive, to conquer the continent ......"

The demon slave laughed loudly, and the light of the four chains bloomed, and the demonic qi that was rich to the extreme, and the puppet law that was stubborn to the extreme, flowed into the body of the ancestral dragon along the chains.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

The ancestral dragon roared loudly, his face a little distorted, but these few loud roars were like stabbing a hornet's nest, immeasurable demonic energy, immeasurable laws, covering a radius of thousands of miles.

The ancestral dragon's huge body was like a small grass swaying in the wind, which could be blown off at any time.

"Isn't this the ancestral dragon, why is he still alive?"

The captain of the blood-clothed guard, who rushed over, hid in the distance, looked at the imprisoned ancestral dragon, and was shocked.

As for Zulong, he had seen portraits from historical books, and naturally knew that Zulong had fallen thousands of years ago.

But now, the ancestral dragon has actually recovered his divine sense, and he can still fight with the black-robed figure, coupled with the surrounding demonic energy, what does this mean?

Illustrate......

"No, mine go stop him!"

The Blood-Coated Captain gritted his teeth, determination in his eyes.

The foot of the Burial Dragon Mountain is too far away from the endless forest, and this time and again, it will take at least half a day, and the time is too long.

Therefore, even though he knew that if he made a move, his life would be in danger, he still had to make a move, delay time, and wait for Chang'an's support to arrive.

"Bloody Knife!"

A thousand-zhang sword qi pierced the void, stirring up thousands of blood waves, and fell fiercely towards the foot of the Burial Dragon Mountain.

Heaven and earth are divided, revealing thousands of gaps, deep and terrifying.

"Huh, ants!"

The demon slave sensed the attack, his face was calm and waveless, and his mind moved, with the foot of the Burial Dragon Mountain as the center, within a radius of thousands of miles, a bright light bloomed, and countless formation runes built a large array of thousands of miles.

Rumble!

The attack of the captain of the Bloody Guard, which fell on the formation, was enough to destroy the attack of the foothills, but it did not even hit a ripple.

The gap between the two sides is too big!

This formation is a formation that took the demon slave thousands of years to arrange and thousands of years to perfect.

In terms of power, it is enough to match the average martial artist!

In terms of defense, it is enough to match the attacks of several martial sages!

"Ahh

The captain of the blood-clothed guard did not give up, flew in front of the formation, put his hands in front of the formation, and burst out with a powerful devouring force, swallowing the power of the formation into his body.

This is a practice of killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred, and few people do it.

Once this method is cast, it cannot be stopped, and all the power of the formation must be absorbed, but there are tens of thousands of formations in the world, who can guarantee that he will be able to absorb the power of the formation?

If you can't stick to it in the process of absorption, there is only one ending, and that is to die because of the violent explosion.

Who would not care about their own lives?

By exercising this method, you have put your own life and death out of the way.

"For the sake of the country, for Your Majesty, for the sake of the Hou Ye, even if I die, it is worth it!"

The Captain of the Bloody Guards sighed in his heart, he was the first to follow Li Tang's group, and when he couldn't eat enough, he was forced to join the notorious Bloody Guards.

Along the way, he saw that the country was strong, the people were happy, and the politics was clean......

There are so many places that impress him!

It's worth dying for such a country.

The benevolent are invincible, that's it!

"Stupid!"

The demon slave glanced at him, moved by his spirit, and was a little shocked in his heart, but he was noble, and he didn't want to praise the human race, so he just scolded in his heart, and then ignored it and concentrated on dealing with the ancestral dragon.

It's coming, it's going to be fast!

A demon dragon with the Earth Immortal Realm will soon be able to gallop through the Wasteland Realm!

"Roar~"

As time passed, there was a trace of fear in the ancestral dragon's eyes, and the limbs of his body began to stiffen, and gradually, he couldn't move.

After about a quarter of an hour, the ancestral dragon's body had completely stiffened, and the remaining divine consciousness turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared.

From now on, there will be no ancestral dragon in this world!

From now on, there will be no more legends!

From now on, a new magic dragon has been added to the world!

"Puppet law, seal!"

The demon slave's wrinkled face showed excitement, and with a bite of his teeth, he spurted out a mouthful of essence blood, with the aura of the mysterious puppet law, dripping on the center of the ancestral dragon's eyebrows.

Suddenly, the body of the ancestral dragon underwent a huge change, the golden dragon scales turned gray-black, blazing, and the eyes that exuded dragon power also became pitch black, and the demonic aura lingered.

Boom! Boom!

An extremely powerful momentum rushed into the sky, tearing the sky dome, and the sky of the Eastern Continent turned black at this point.

It's not too late, it's night!

Bang!

Devouring The void continued to explode, countless tall foothills, collapsed with a bang, flying sand and stones, and the people living around the mountain range, a wail, in the face of this sudden disaster, in the midst of heavy losses, a burst of wailing sounds, for a long time.

In the sky above Chang'an, the sea of luck was constantly stirring, shining brightly, and becoming much duller.

In the underworld, the king of the ten halls of Yama stood in the Lechuan River, looking at the souls who were rushing to the ghost gate, his face was serious, and he arranged a large array, lightning and thunder, thunder and thunder, and catastrophes fell frequently.

Some of the soul bodies were scattered by the heavenly thunder, and the souls were scattered, and the other part of the souls successfully survived the heavenly tribulation, and the dark souls became white and holy.

"Wait for the future, for the ghosts of the underworld!"

King Jizo flew over, his hands folded, his breath was indifferent, a green lamp, a yellow scroll of paper, floated from a distance, rolled up thousands of soul bodies, and disappeared from the spot.

"Bodhisattva, the Yang World War, I'm afraid it's a bit difficult, it's only been a long time, so many living beings have died. ”

King Qin Guang said in a deep voice, his face a little serious.

"Sin, sin! The living soul will die, and the soul will be empty?"

King Jizo shook his head, cross-legged in the void, and a faint Buddha light emanated, shining on the entire underworld, revealing a peaceful atmosphere, making people feel peaceful and comfortable!

"Bang!"

Outside the formation, the blood-clothed captain was bloodshot, his blood vessels burst out, and his eyes had been blasted with violent energy, and blood was constantly flowing out.

He turned his head with difficulty, even though his eyes were blind, he could still distinguish the direction of Chang'an and the direction of home, how could he forget?

"Chang'an, don't be! Your Majesty, don't be! Master Hou, don't!"

The captain of the bloody clothes sighed, his body seemed to have reached the limit of what he could bear, and with a "bang", it exploded into a blood mist in the sky.

A rain of blood, falling within a radius of hundreds of miles, seemed to be seeing him off.

"In my life, I have carried out twenty-one missions, and except for this mission, none of them have failed......"

The words of slight regret echoed in the void and did not disperse for a long time.

The years are quiet, and the heroes are good!