The earth shook violently in the rain, and the roar of the dragon that rose from the ground was deafening.

The dragon roared for nine days, the arrogance was pressing, the torrential rain was like a note, and the heat wave was churning.

The red light that tore out like an explosion made the entire rain curtain crack in an instant, and the crystal dragon body shone brightly, blooming with dazzling brilliance.

In the red golden light, this arrogant dragon body seems to be a little strange, although the whole dragon body is huge, but it seems that this dragon's body is a little excessive, even unreasonable, it feels like this dragon's whole body does not seem to have any scales, and these brilliance is blooming from the dragon's flesh.

"You bastards, you have disturbed the Emperor! Bad for me! Today! You're all going to die here! The dragon roared.

The terrible sound formed a strong coercion that seemed to be solid.

For a time, the sky shook and the rain curtain was shaken.

Even with such a creepy majesty, Nangong Aotian still broke through the rain regardless of it, and rushed towards the behemoth that poured out of the ground like a mayfly shaking a tree.

Compared to the power of the dragon, the cold aura of the Meng Ji Demon Knife seemed so insignificant and vulnerable in this monstrous heat wave.

"Hahahaha...... Old man Pei really has two strokes, and he can summon such a behemoth, but even if the master dies, he has to let you lose a layer of skin! Hahahaha......"

Nangong Aotian's blue muscles burst out, rushing over like lightning, and the rain curtain cracked into two ice walls.

Even though Nangong Aotian's fierce sword momentum was enough to crush ordinary people to ashes, but in the face of such a terrifying dragon, his attack was almost completely negligible.

The dragon stared at it calmly, it didn't seem to even hear Nangong Aotian's shout, the dragon's head was high, the dragon's tail was swinging horizontally, and the red golden strong light flashed all over his body, and the dragon soared into the sky, hovering and flying in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, thunder rolled, and the sky and earth were discolored. Above the black clouds, the dragon opened its huge mouth, and the dragon roared to the sky.

A ball of flame erupted from the dragon's mouth, but this flame did not directly spray into Nangong Aotian, who was attacked by breaking water, but instantly cracked and disappeared at the same time as it was spit out, turning into countless faint sparks scattered from the sky. These tiny sparks are mixed up in the rain curtain, forming a strange and beautiful scene, as if a rainstorm falling from the sky is suddenly mixed with red flame raindrops, and what is even more incredible is that these seemingly faint sparks have not been extinguished in the process of falling. On the contrary, it burns more and more, like a grand Martian rain falling from the sky.

Could this be the legendary double heaven of ice and fire? Although Ding Lingxiu in the ice block couldn't see the scene outside clearly, such a dazzling point of light still came into view. He could already clearly feel that his perception was gradually recovering, and the sight in front of him was a little more restorative, but he was surprised.

"Mortal! Suffer death! "The dragon's roar is like the judgment of the gods, irresistible.

Nangong Aotian had just run to the side of the giant dragon, and before he could make an attack, the crackling double rain of ice and fire in the sky had already smashed down. Nangong Aotian swirled Meng Ji's demon knife, desperately resisting, but he couldn't help this ice, fire and rain to smash impenetrable.

In an instant, countless burning crimson flames had already appeared all over Nangong Aotian's body, and the demon fire above this flame was not only not afraid of the blow of the rainstorm, but was even more blazing because of the absorption of this rainstorm. And after this rainstorm touched the overwhelming demon flames, not only did it not transpire, but solidified into ice.

The two mutually exclusive source forces of water and fire actually became mutually reinforcing because of the demonic power of this giant dragon.

"What kind of demon fire is this, it can even burn my Zhu Yan Flying Hair!" Nangong Aotian gritted his teeth and stared at the mighty dragon in the sky, annoyed, but helpless.

Nangong Aotian's Zhu Yan Flying Hair is a defensive demon weapon refined from Zhu Yan's Flying Wing, and after successful refining, it can be disguised as a warm lining and sewn into clothes. This Zhu Yan Flying Hair is a kind of dark gray smooth soft hair under normal conditions, because it is extremely smooth, so it has the effect of the divine energy of partial weapon chopping, and the attack of normal swords, guns and halberds cannot hit at all, unless it is a warrior who can operate the weapon smoothly It is possible to see the direction of the soft hair deviation, and change the direction of the blade of the weapon from the moment of this deviation, and the timing is right, so that it can hit with one blow, otherwise it will miss the opportunity and will inevitably fail.

What's even more amazing is that this Zhu Yan Flying Hair has two states, dark gray and vermilion, when it turns dark gray, it can resist sharp blades and sharp blades, and when Zhu Yan Flying Hair turns vermilion, it can resist non-substantial damage such as water and fire, demonic energy, and Gu poison. If used correctly, the opponent will have no chance of winning in the same level battle.

At this time, it was clear that Nangong Aotian had already switched Zhu Yan's hair to vermilion, but it was unsatisfactory, Zhu Yan's hair could not resist the vicious demon fire spewed out by the sky dragon, which showed that the difference in strength between the two was already very large, and it was a world of difference.

Compared with Nangong Aotian's hard battle, this time the dragon's ice, fire and rain were not only attacking Nangong Aotian, but a simple large-scale attack, and the dragon's target was actually everyone including Nangong Aotian. Or more precisely, in the eyes of this dragon, Nangong Aotian is almost no different from an ant, whether Nangong Aotian has the intention of attacking, or standing still, or running away, he is just the "scum" he often says in the eyes of the dragon, and he doesn't put it in his eyes at all.

Perhaps, this feeling of being ignored is the reason for Nangong Aotian's fighting intent.

However, this monstrous dragon anger caught others off guard.

At this time, among these people on the ground, only Mandala himself was left to resist.

The mandala crossed his hands and shouted coquettishly:

"Magic Blue Screen."

In an instant, the ground under the mandala's feet suddenly turned upward, and the entire bottom layer was directly arched by the force that broke through the ground below, and dozens of huge vines with the thickness of an arm were intertwined with each other, these vines were extremely meticulous, without revealing any gaps, forming a huge semicircular green barrier that looked indestructible, resisting the overwhelming surging ice and fire.

However, this indestructibility is only what it looks like after all.

There was a burst of bang on the magic blue screen, and the sound was like a fritter falling into a frying pan. These stout vines that had just grown with the help of the mandala's demonic aura were instantly blasted by the flames and ice, and almost all the skins of the vines were burned by this ruthless demonic fire, crackling into a piece of dry ash.

The mandala was stunned, and before he could make a second round of defense, another curtain of ice, fire and rain had already hit mercilessly.

There was a crackling sound on the ground, and the crisp sound made people's scalps tingle, and the vines on Xia Xianyao, Ding Lingxiu and Rinpoche were also shattered by this curtain of ice, fire and rain, however, they were already seriously injured, but they did not become relieved because of the liberation from the vines, but fell into a desperate situation again.

Rinpoche's eyes were quick, and the moment he broke free, he immediately raised the white pen to create a defensive shield, and although he could barely resist it, the rapid rain of ice and fire was still able to pierce through the swirling gap of the white pen and burst onto Rinpoche's body. Soon, Rinpoche's naked upper body was already suffering from multiple burns and frostbite, and I am afraid that this was the first time that Rinpoche had experienced both injuries on his body.

Because of the ice attached to Ding Lingxiu's body, after being shattered by the ice cubes in the ice, fire and rain, Ding Lingxiu did not suffer much damage. Nangong Aotian's attack even played a protective role, which was probably something that neither he nor Ding Lingxiu expected.

Ding Lingxiu was also as agile as ever, in the face of the overwhelming ice and fire, Ding Lingxiu quickly ignited the last Divine Guard Talisman, and with the help of the defense of the Heavenly Divine Guard, he quickly picked up the military dagger on the ground, and then ran to Xia Xianyao's side.

Xia Xianyao was still in a coma, and her body had been seriously injured by the ice, fire and rain in many places, Ding Lingxiu hugged Xia Xianyao tightly, for fear that the rest of her body would be beyond the protection of the Heavenly God Guard and continue to be attacked by this dragon.

"Sister Xianyao, wake up!" Ding Lingxiu called in a low voice, but Xia Xianyao did not answer, and her breathing was very short.

"Hey, you leave her alone, let's run! If you stay here, you will surely die! Rinpoche yelled at Ding Lingxiu as he resisted with all his might.

Ding Lingxiu didn't answer, just looked up at the huge and incomparable dragon figure beyond the ice, fire and rainstorm. The monstrous demonic aura of the giant dragon is simply suffocating, just a burst of dragon breath can catalyze such a terrifying storm of ice and fire, this kind of power, even if Ding Lingxiu summons the blood demon, it is simply impossible to compete with it, the gap between the two is simply world-shattering, and the judgment is like mud.

However, Ding Lingxiu firmly had an idea in his heart at this time that was completely consistent with Nangong Aotian, that is, no matter what, he had to fight, even if he was broken to pieces, or he would die without a corpse.

"Rinpoche! Help me keep an eye on her, I'm going too! Ding Lingxiu said loudly.

Rinpoche and Mandala were shocked at the same time, and this distraction almost caused them to die in a sea of ice and fire.

"Are you crazy? Do you also want to die like Nangong Aotian? That guy is crazy, but what do you want to do! We have to escape now, even if Pei Ye comes, we can't defeat such a powerful demon at all! Rinpoche yelled at Ding Lingxiu.

Ding Lingxiu looked at the Divine Guard Talisman outside his body, the golden light of the Divine Guard Talisman swayed, in the face of such a strong impact of ice and fire, the Divine Guard Talisman was obviously unable to persevere, and it was close to the verge of disintegration. And on the military dagger held by Ding Lingxiu in his hand, the demonic aura of the evil dragon also disappeared, and the dragon pattern on it did not know where to go, and the blade was empty.

The dragon pattern is gone? The demonic energy is also gone? Ding Lingxiu was surprised, he looked at the huge figure in the air again, and an idea suddenly appeared in his mind that he didn't dare to believe.

But it was such a fleeting thought, but it strengthened his belief in fighting to the death.

"Over to you, hold on, I'll be back soon."

"Hey! You ......"

Ding Lingxiu couldn't help but say, like Nangong Aotian, he ran towards the invincible dragon frantically, and the green dragon hundred ghost diagram in his hand had already turned to the page of the scalper essence, and the red mole between his eyebrows gradually emerged.

At the same time, Nangong Aotian had already reached the dragon's body one step ahead.

The terrifying dragon form is proud of all beings, and the fierce power from above is terrifying.

The crimson dragon body was in full view, Nangong Aotian's eyes widened, he never expected that the true face of this giant dragon would be so strange and shocking.

This giant dragon was really covered in red flesh and blood, without a single scale. The dragon's head, which was not covered by any scale armor, was like a severed animal, drenched in blood but not dripping, looking extremely hideous and terrifying.

But Nangong Aotian didn't have time to hesitate, his body was already half burning and half frozen, and he was about to completely lose the ability to fight, whether he could cause damage to this scaleless dragon was between the lightning and flint.

"Into the wings of the Sparrow!"

Nangong Aotian took out his little white wings again, put them on the ground, flapped his wings and flew straight into the clouds! R1058