Seeing the flower peacock die, Li Jing was a little anxious and tried to stop it: "Zihuangjun, don't interfere." If you are injured, Heaven will not be able to explain to your father. ”

After all, Li Jing is loyal to the Jade Emperor, hoping to maintain a good relationship with the Peacock King of the Ming Dynasty, but he is still unwilling to watch Pu Zihuang die.

However, Pu Zihuang's figure had already disappeared into the formation.

Li Jing glanced at Yuqing a few times, thought about it, sighed, and did not speak again.

He knew that he couldn't persuade Yuqing.

Yuqing was completely angered by the Queen of the Underworld, and it was difficult for anyone to speak.

Why should he be such a wicked man?

At this time, the smoke in the formation had turned black.

Yuqing's face was slightly happy.

He believed that the abominable dragon inside would soon be overwhelmed by the manifestation of its true form.

He must have whipped the dragon's tendons, plucked off every piece of her scale armor, and made a complete armor to use!

The more Yuqing thought about it, the happier he became, and the movements in his hands also intensified.

As soon as Pu Zihuang stepped into the formation, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, turning into a vast empty field with no boundaries in sight.

The sky was gray and faintly black.

There were strange voices around me.

The wind was so strong that the skin was painful.

It was nothing, empty and nothing to be seen.

Pu Zihuang took a step forward.

A wind blade slashed at his leg.

A deep wound was cut, and the robe was instantly dyed red.

Pu Zihuang looked down and frowned.

Yuqing's formation is really powerful.

Can the squishy withstand it?

He used a spell to envelop his whole body, and against the ever-dense wind blades, he struggled forward, trying to find Ruan Ling's figure.

I don't know how long he walked, he suddenly heard a faint dragon roaring.

Could it be a soft voice?

Pu Zihuang quickened his pace, ran for a while, and suddenly saw a golden dragon hovering in midair.

The golden dragon took up half of the sky, but it just floated silently.

In front of the dragon, a white figure sat cross-legged.

Compared to the dragon, the figure was like a small grass under a towering tree.

It was the first time Pu Zihuang saw the golden dragon, and he was also shocked.

He walked slowly.

Although the dragon is impressive, it has no attack power.

When he got closer, Pu Zihuang realized that it was not a real golden dragon, just an afterimage.

In Yuqing's formation, how could there be an afterimage of the golden dragon?

Pu Zihuang had doubts in his heart, and turned his gaze to Ruan Ling, who was sitting not far away.

She seems to be in the process of settling down.

Pu Zihuang thought about it and decided not to bother her.

Perhaps, this is a chance for her.

He simply found a place to sit down and close his eyes.

I don't know how long it took, and a slightly surprised voice came from my ears: "Zihuang-kun? ”

Pu Zihuang opened his eyes and looked at the enlarged beautiful face.

Ruan Ling squatted in front of him and looked at him in surprise.

"Are you awake?" Pu Zihuang stood up.

"I didn't fall asleep either." Ruan Ling also straightened up.

Pu Zihuang swept around, and the surroundings were empty, and there was no remnant of the golden dragon.

"That was just now?"

"You see?" Ruan Ling's expression was calm, "That was a remnant soul left by the Dragon Clan's predecessors, and now it has completely disappeared. ”

"That's ...... The legendary golden dragon? ”

"Yes." Ruan Ling nodded.

Pu Zihuang took a deep breath.

The Golden Dragon is different from other dragons.

Such as the White Dragon in the East China Sea, the Green Dragon in the North Sea, and the Candle Dragon Clan where Ruan Ling belongs.

They are all inherited by blood.