Now, he understands that it was Jiaolong who was crossing the catastrophe at that time.

As the Lord of a Peak, he knew that above the Yuan Shen Realm was the Tribulation Realm.

At that level, it can be regarded as a real power, calling the wind and rain, and the sword flying.

It can even make talismans, slay demons and kill demons, and move forward.

Seeing Tang Mingzhi's determined expression, Ling Hao nodded and said, "You guys retreat first, I'll get rid of this black Jiao first." ”

"Brother Ling, if you can't do it, let's just wait, the black Jiao of the Tribulation Realm is not so easy to deal with. ”

Han Lao hesitated and persuaded.

The cave is here, the tomb is here, and one day the black Jiao will leave, and the danger will naturally be reduced when it comes back at that time.

"It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, and you leave first. ”

Ling Hao shook his head, now Hei Jiao is in the period of weakness, and he has no strength to cross the Tribulation Realm at all.

If it weren't for that, Ling Hao would naturally not be in danger.

If Hei Jiao had passed the period of weakness, even he would have to avoid it.

The Tribulation Realm and the Yuan Shen Realm are not the same concept at all.

There has been a qualitative shift between internal force and mana.

"That's... Okay, let them go, and my wife and I will stay and help you. ”

Hong Xiuyi's face was solemn, and she immediately waved her hand at the people of the Hong family.

The same is true for Han Lao.

After they all left, Han Lao picked up the dragon head staff, looking like he was facing a great enemy.

"You can leave. ”

Ling Hao looked at the two behind him helplessly, and said, "Senior Han, your dragon head will lend me a favor." ”

When the words fell, Ling Hao's feet were already swept towards the black Jiao.

Han Lao was surprised, and then smiled bitterly, she didn't even know when Ling Hao took the dragon head away from her.

This kind of speed is really unbelievable.

Airplanes!

Xuan Gong filled his body, and Ling Hao's eyes were only calm.

Jiaolong is not as weak as imagined, and the alien beasts in the same realm are already stronger than cultivators.

Even if Jiaolong doesn't have the strength to cross the Tribulation Realm now, he should already have mana.

On the head of the dragon, Ling Hao instilled the internal force into it with a soft groan.

"Woo!"

Suddenly, Hei Jiao felt the fluctuation of internal qi, and a pair of eyes opened, bursting out with an eerie cold aura like a night pearl in the dark night.

"It's a good time to wake up. ”

Ling Hao sighed lightly, and with a little foot under his feet, the figure was already rushing towards Heijiao like a phantom version.

The dragon's head staff continued to ignite in the void, and terrifying internal forces rushed out, bombarding the black Jiao's body like a bomb.

Bang bang!

Ling Hao's internal strength was strange and boundless, and even he himself was difficult to fathom.

The black Jiao's steel-like scales fell "with a bang", and the blood flowed like a column.

"Woo!"

Injured by the sudden attack, the black Jiao was furious, his huge head swayed suddenly, and his big mouth opened and spewed out ink-like mana.

The mana turned into hot magma in an instant, and suddenly gushed out of the cave, and the temperature suddenly rose.

A wave of heat rushed out to the outside.

"The dragon has woken up, and it has a terrifying breath. ”

Hundreds of zhang away from the cave, Han Lao's expression was shaken, and the internal force surged out, blocking the heat wave.

"Grandma, could Ling Hao not be Jiaolong's opponent?"

Han Yeshuang's face was nervous, at this time, Fang Cai's confidence in Ling Hao had all become a worry.

Even she didn't know why she was worried about Ling Hao, even if the two had a relationship, they were just ordinary friends who couldn't be ordinary people.

Despite this, thinking that Ling Hao was facing a thousand-year-old dragon, she still couldn't help but worry.

Not only Han Yeshuang, but many people are secretly worried at this time.

If Ling Hao couldn't resist the Black Jiao's attack and died in the cave, they had to be ready to escape at any time.

When disaster comes, they fly separately, and most people are selfish.

"It's hard to say, but Ling Hao naturally has his reason for letting us come back first. Han Lao looked at the winding cave with some concern: "Perhaps, Brother Ling has his own way." ”

"Let's wait, let's put the exercises up and running for me, do you want to tire the old woman to death!"

...

...

Cave **, Ling Hao stared at the overwhelming black flame breath, his expression was extremely focused.

Although Hei Jiao was weak, it was several times stronger than any martial artist that Ling Hao had encountered.

And this is the dragon's breath, the dragon is also a dragon, and the dragon's breath is the inner pill in the dragon's body, which is very strong.

He can't afford to slack off.

Suddenly, Ling Hao's figure twisted strangely, and he actually dodged the grid-like flame breath at an indescribable angle.

At the same time, Ling Hao flew up again, and the mysterious attack on the dragon's head was shocking.

"Be sure to do it quickly!"

Ling Hao's eyes were calm, and he had already made a decision in his heart.

"Open Heaven Three Styles!"

Ling Hao roared angrily, the light on the dragon's head was loud, and a terrifying aura appeared, Ling Hao's figure stood like an ancient god at this time, and the staff in his hand was the axe of the artifact when Pangu opened the sky!

Hiss!

Heijiao's huge eyes looked at the scene in front of him, and he couldn't help but tremble.

It seems to have encountered a natural predator, which makes it feel the urge to run away.

Animals are not humans, just having this feeling, Heijiao did not hesitate, and immediately fled towards the depths of the cave.

Hei Jiao was very depressed, because it had just survived the thunder tribulation, and its breath was weak.

If you hadn't encountered such a small human before the tribulation, you would have been able to crush it in an instant.

But now, it can only escape.

"The first type, breaking the sky. ”

Ling Hao's indifferent voice fell, and when he saw Jiaolong fleeing, he pointed at his body, and an indescribable aura suddenly flashed towards the black Jiao.

It is like an ancient god looking at the dragon indifferently, and even the heavens and the earth can collapse with a finger of his hand, and the mountains and rivers can be broken.

The black Jiao's body was huge, and there was nowhere to dodge, and when it felt the crisis behind it, its tail suddenly raised to resist.

Flutter!

The tail of the black Jiao broke directly under the blow of the sky, falling to the ground and squirming continuously.

The blood, gushing out, dragged a long trail of blood on the ground.

One hit!

The black Jiao has broken its tail!

Ling Hao looked at Hei Jiao coldly, his figure flashed rapidly, and he had caught up with Hei Jiao in the blink of an eye.

"Second type, Earthquake Heaven!"

The voice fell, Ling Hao only felt that the mysterious internal force in his body had been evacuated, and the dragon head staff could no longer withstand the infusion of internal qi at this moment, and directly burst into pieces.

The aura that could not be strict was filled again, and the black Jiao's eyes flashed with horror, and he fled even more desperately.

"Die!"

The corners of Ling Hao's mouth moved slightly, and he made a second move.

A huge staff shadow pierced through the void and smashed directly on top of Black Jiao's head.

Click!

The dragon's horn broke, and the dragon's head smashed into the mountain.

Crimson blood poured out of the black Jiao's skull frantically.

The mournful cry of the black Jiao echoed in the cave, making the people waiting outside undoubtedly more nervous.

"The black Jiao is dead, you all come in!"