Although there is racial suppression between the wolves and the golden dragon, when there is a huge difference in strength, that racial suppression is not so obvious. In particular, the other party's white giant wolf is a rare wolf king, making this suppression almost zero, or even negligible.

The green wolf's eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty and ferocious gaze, and he approached the golden divine dragon step by step. Ye Jiangli turned his heart sideways, took out a golden falling stone from his arms, and hit it in the place where the golden dragon soared. The golden falling stone was a small grade higher than the ordinary falling stone, and it was even more precious compared to the already scarce falling stone, but the wolves were pressing, so Ye Jiangli had no other choice. When the second golden falling stone entered the formation, the golden divine dragon also seemed to be encouraged, the golden light flickering on its body was even more dazzling, and a mighty and majestic dragon qi rippled around the golden divine dragon and Ye Jiangli, setting off Ye Jiangli like the lower realm of the gods, making people dare not look directly. Ye Jiangli is the prince of the Hanhai Dynasty, and this Dragon Emperor Formation is his ancestral formation, but Ye Jiangli's cultivation is not enough, and he can't exert his strongest strength.

"Woo!" With another clear whistle from the White Wolf King, the seven green wolves did not delay any longer. I saw that they surrounded the golden dragon in the center, and the seven green wolves had the same heart, they looked at each other, and almost at the same time jumped up and pounced on the golden dragon.

Seeing the wolves with fearless colors flashing in their eyes, the golden dragon felt as if its majesty had been provoked, it roared, the dragon's body turned sharply, the dragon's mouth bit a green wolf in front of it, the four dragon claws grabbed the four green wolves respectively, and the dragon's tail swept towards the remaining two cyan giant wolves.

And when the golden divine dragon was entangled with the seven green wolves, the white wolf king in front of Qu Nansheng suddenly jumped up and pounced on the golden divine dragon. Because the golden dragon was dragged by the green wolf, there was no time to separate, and at this time, seeing the white wolf king attacking, the golden dragon could only let out a sad roar in his mouth, and let the white wolf king bite its neck. The white wolf king's sharp giant teeth were embedded in the flesh and skin of the golden dragon, and the golden dragon qi emanated from the wound on his neck in all directions. The golden dragon wanted to shake off the seven green wolves and the white wolf king, but the seven green wolves, like the wolf king, had already bitten out of the wounds on the golden dragon's body, and they seemed to grow together with the golden dragon, hanging on the golden dragon's body, allowing it to shake violently, but never let go. And the size of the golden dragon is very small compared to the wolf king, so it is almost impossible to get rid of the white wolf king.

Although the battle on the Phoenix Platform now seems to have fallen into a stalemate, many people can see that Ye Jiang's defeat is a foregone conclusion. If it is a lone wolf, the golden dragon may be able to fight with it, but if the wolves are in a pack, they are bound to die, and no matter how strong the golden dragon is, it will be a matter of time before it is dragged down by the wolves. The wolf is really a very special creature, especially in the vast continent where the north and the east meet, some nomads still use the wolf as a totem. They believe that wolves are wise, brave, and untamable. If the wolf is angry, he will lie in wait for thousands of miles. In that vast grassland with the sky as the cover and the earth as the house, there are countless legends about wolves. If you go back to ancient times, the dog Rong clan is a wolf as a totem, for them, the wolf clan is a kind of strength, a kind of faith, a kind of courage to not fear the vicissitudes of the world, the reincarnation of suffering.

As if to confirm people's conjectures, after the golden dragon and the wolves tore for a quarter of an hour, the figure of the golden dragon began to fade, and the majestic dragon aura gradually dissipated. When the dragon qi disappeared, the golden dragon also turned into a phantom and disappeared without a trace on the phoenix platform. dragon

The shadow had passed, and the golden falling stones made a crisp sound of "popping", and the two golden falling stones that made the eyes of the world red appeared cracks, and finally turned into dust with the breeze and flew away in the void. Ye Jiangli was also attacked because of this, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he stood on the phoenix platform with a pale face, his body was shaky, and it seemed that he had suffered serious internal injuries. This is the case with the formation exchange, the formation they use is different from Wu Dao, Wu Dao uses the formation as a tool, but they are cultivators who concentrate on cultivating the formation. As formation cultivators, their cultivation methods were extremely harsh and dangerous. The reason why Wu Dao was able to survive unscathed when the formation he had laid out was broken was because the true understanding of the formation taught him a set of formation theories, rather than specializing in formations. Ye Jiangli and Qu Nansheng were cultivating the formation with essence blood, which was fundamentally different from Wu Dao.

"The winner of this competition is Qu Nansheng Shaoxia of Bagua Palace, Ye Jiangli should not be discouraged by the prince, this competition is just a simple competition, the coming day is long, and after Ye Huangzi's cultivation is diligent, it will be good to come again. Lei Zixiu looked at Ye Jiangli with a depressed face, and encouraged with a smile. In fact, Ye Jiangli's cultivation and formation attainments are not low, and as the heir of the royal family, his natural hegemonic aura is also very suitable for cultivating the Dragon Emperor Formation, but because his actual combat experience is not as good as Qu Nansheng's, he lost the opportunity when he sparred, so it led to defeat.

"Thank you Ray seniors for mentioning it, the younger generations have been taught. Ye Jiangli hugged his fist at Lei Zixiu and thanked him, and said gratefully. Then, he turned his head to look at Qu Nansheng, and smiled at Qu Nansheng's fists and sighed: "Brother Qu's formation is exquisite, Ye Mou's skills are not as good as others, and he is willing to bow to the wind, thanks to Brother Qu's mercy, Ye Mou was not injured." I only hope that Brother Qu will give me a chance, and after three years, Ye will be able to fight with Brother Qu again. "Ye Jiangli is a prince, his open-mindedness is far beyond the comparison of others, and after a short period of loss, he returned to his appearance of talking and laughing.

"Prince Ye is modest, in fact, he only won the first opportunity, and Brother Ye only lost half a point in terms of combat skills. If Prince Ye didn't dislike it, three years later, Qu would be waiting in the West Desert Bagua Palace, waiting for Brother Ye to come. Qu Nansheng said with a smile.

Seeing that although the two of them were young, they did not lose their demeanor, Lei Zixiu nodded with satisfaction. He once again clenched his fists slightly at the cultivators in the stands, and said loudly: "Now let's start the second battle of the disciples of the formation system, from the ghost from the corpse realm to the mysterious scattered cultivator. ”

Lei Zixiu's words made everyone who was originally whispering suddenly stop talking and looked towards Phoenix Terrace. The Corpse Realm is not so much a sect as a race. Because the corpse realm is a large range, the cultivators in it are mixed, although these cultivators are all ghost cultivators, but the methods they practice are very different. In the corpse world, there are corpse chasers, martial arts ghost cultivators, Taoist ghost cultivators, alien beast undead, ghost arrayers, etc., and the ghost who is about to ascend the Phoenix Platform should be the ghost array. Fu Chao had also mentioned the puppet symbiosis technique to Ling before, and the ghost array was the cultivator of the well-known puppet symbiosis technique. It's just that the ghost array has always been low-key, and it rarely appears in front of the world, and it is the first time that they have shown their cultivation in front of cultivators in the world like this. As for Leng Li, people haven't heard of it, so naturally they don't care.

After Lei Zixiu finished speaking, he stepped aside and waited for the two sides of the battle to enter. When Lei Zixiu relinquished the central area of the Phoenix Terrace, a cultivator walked up on each side of the Phoenix Terrace. The cultivator on the left was dressed in a black robe, his face was pale, it was not the fairness of a normal person, it was more like

It is the white color of a corpse with no blood flowing in the body. The moment this person came to the stage, people felt that a monstrous ghost aura permeated the Phoenix Stage, making people feel cold all over their bodies, and the cultivators who were on the edge of the Phoenix Platform tightened their clothes one after another. There is no doubt that this young man should be the ghost of the corpse world.

And the cultivator who ascended the altar from the right side was also young, and he looked like he was about twenty years old, his eyes were narrow and long, and his eyes flashed with a cold light, and in the cold light, there was a faint rebellious temperament that was above everyone, and that kind of sharp feeling made others very uncomfortable. After the young man named Leng Li ascended the Phoenix Stage, he glanced around towards the cultivators of the four directions, and finally stopped at Ling. He slowly raised his arm, pointed at Ling with his hand, and said in a cold voice: "I heard that you are a person of heavenly inheritance, I will wait for you in the arena of the decisive battle!"

Seeing Leng Li's provocative words and actions, Ling smiled softly and didn't care. However, there were monstrous waves in his heart, although Leng Li was the same age as himself, but with his own cultivation to break through the realm of delusion, it was really surprising that he couldn't see through the other party's realm.

"Whose bastard is this? Before the teeth have grown, you dare to be so ashamed, hurry back and wash and sleep, don't be beaten and cry and no one will coax you." Although Ling was indifferent to Leng Li's provocation, Xiao Hei couldn't swallow this breath, he pointed at Leng Li and teased.

"A bear dares to point fingers at me, see if I have time, I won't tear your cheap mouth. Hearing Xiao Hei's ridicule, Leng Li turned his head to look at Xiao Hei and said in a cold voice. Then, he pointed at the ghost and said arrogantly: "You are not my opponent, admit defeat as soon as possible!"

Leng Li's words caused an uproar in the stands, and people didn't expect that Leng Li would still be so arrogant in the face of the mysterious ghost array. The ghost array has a puppet as a formation, which is equivalent to two enemies and one, in this case Leng Li is still unruly, I don't know whether to say that his newborn calf is not afraid of tigers or that he is arrogant and uneducated. However, not everyone thought that Leng Li would lose this battle, and a very small number of cultivators still saw some clues. Because of Leng Li's demeanor between words, although arrogant, but the breath is stable, the heart is like water, this kind of calmness and self-confidence is by no means a person who is strong on the outside and capable of doing things can show. Therefore, people are still looking forward to the exchange between the two. Some people want to see Leng Li being slapped in the face and losing miserably on the Phoenix Stage, and some people want to see Leng Li's true cultivation through the duel between the two.

In the face of Leng Li's provocation, the ghost was expressionless, only to see his palms keep sealing, and the white light of the Dao overflowed from his fingertips, transforming into a mysterious flower in the void. Then, Ghost Ji suddenly slapped his palms on the phoenix platform. As his palms fell, a black vortex about a foot in diameter suddenly appeared on the stone slab in front of him. The black vortex kept turning, and a huge red coffin slowly "drilled" out of the whirlpool and stood on the phoenix platform.

This huge coffin is about a zhang high, with three black stone chains wrapped around it, and on the lid of the coffin, nine yellow charms are pasted, gently swaying with the breeze. When the giant coffin appeared, the ghost aura on the phoenix platform was even better, making people feel as if they were placed in the netherworld, and the wind was biting.

"The puppet sealed in this coffin is at least a powerhouse in the saint realm, and that Leng Li's cultivation is not weak, it seems that this competition is very interesting!" Fu Chao looked at the strange red giant coffin and the arrogant Leng Li, squinted his eyes, and raised a playful smile at the corner of his mouth, and said softly.