"Huh, you actually escaped?" Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, thinking that it would be a vicious battle, but he didn't expect that in the end, the Demon Wing Flying Tiger fled without a fight for some reason. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But this is also a good thing for Zhang Yang, seeing that the demon wolves are getting closer and closer, Zhang Yang no longer hesitates, and quickly flees to the front, he has to buy enough time for Qing Mang, otherwise everything will be in vain.

Zhang Yang held the little demon wolf in one hand and the sword in the other, the vitality in his body was running all the time, his natal essence blood was constantly emitting a faint golden light, and his spiritual power covered the space within a radius of two miles. The wind is blowing under the feet, and the big trees are falling backwards from both sides of the flamboyant, floating and chasing the wind.

"Huh?" Zhang Yang looked down at the little demon wolf in his hand, the little demon wolf trembled at this time, and there was no unruly appearance of the two-headed demon wolf at all.

"It is said that the demon wolf clan is arrogant and hard to find, and it is rare to see in the entire spirit beast world, I can't imagine that this little guy of yours does not have the demeanor of your ancestors at all, but he has just suffered a small injury, and he can't stand it like this!" Zhang Yang shook his head, he thought that the little demon wolf was frightened.

"Wait!Isn't it?" Zhang Yang looked at the little devil wolf carefully, and the little devil wolf's eyes were not only frightened but also a trace of doubt.

"Where do you seem to have seen this look? By the way, the Demon Wing Flying Tiger, that Demon Wing Flying Tiger seems to have this expression just now!" Zhang Yang suddenly remembered that the Demon Wing Flying Tiger also showed this expression before it flew away, a little frightened, a little confused.

"What is it that makes them so alarmed?" Zhang Yang lowered his head, and suddenly his eyes caught a glimpse of the golden sword he was holding, and a bold conjecture came to his mind.

"Well, I see, the Demon Wing Flying Tiger just now, including this little demon wolf, was probably shocked by the coercion released by Long Qingyun's natal essence blood in my body!"

Long Qingyun, as the strongest of the dragon clan, was already standing at the pinnacle of the entire spirit beast world. A trace of his bloodline coercion was by no means something that these two-headed demon wolves and demon winged flying tigers could withstand.

The level of the spirit beast world is extremely strict, and the spirit beasts of the high realm can easily crush the spirit beasts of the lower realm with the power of the bloodline and soul.

The dragon clan has existed for hundreds of thousands of years as the pinnacle race in the spirit beast world, and has always been recognized by all the spirit beast races in the entire spirit beast world. Although no dragon powerhouse has been born in the past 10,000 years, the awe for the unique breath of the dragon clan that has been passed down in the bloodline still exists.

Therefore, although the dragon aura slightly released by Zhang Yang's body was of no use to humans, it had a huge deterrent effect when encountering these low-level spirit beasts.

"This is an unexpected surprise, I didn't expect that the old dragon's natal essence blood would have such a wonderful use, but this also has to be my cultivation to keep up, otherwise I won't be able to exert one-ten-thousandth of the power of this drop of natal essence blood. Although Zhang Yang secretly rejoiced in his heart, he was not carried away by this joy, thinking that with a drop of Long Qingyun's essence blood, he could sweep away the powerful spirit beasts in this spirit beast world.

The little guy in Zhang Yang's hand whimpered in a low voice, the wound on his calf had already scarred, but the wound in his heart was afraid that it would not heal for a while.

"It's worthy of the two-headed demon wolf clan, the healing force is really powerful, forget it, I won't scare you little guy, I still want you to help me pull your clan!"

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In the dark cave, the little snake that turned into a green man roamed against the wall, and the further he went, the stronger the sense of summoning his soul became. Qing Mang's soul at this time seemed to no longer belong to him, and he felt that he could come out of his shell at any time and fly away directly.

But Qing Mang knew that the more he got to the end, the more he had to stay calm, there were many high-level spirit beasts in this beast domain, and his cultivation at the peak of the third level was not enough for some high-level spirit beasts to stuff their teeth. The cave in front of you is also mysterious and abnormal, everything in front of you is unknown, and the summoning of the soul still doesn't know whether it is a chance or a trap, so you have to be extremely careful.

Qing Mang's speed was not fast, and he swam forward against the rock wall of the cave for about a stick of incense, and finally a glimmer of light appeared not far in front of him.

Qing Mang was overjoyed in his heart, and slightly sped up a little faster. The light in the cave became more and more abundant, just like the day outside, and Qing Mang could even hear his own "bang" heartbeat.

Unable to hold back his mood any longer, Qing Mang suddenly sped up, and shot into the place where the bright light came from with a "whoosh", and everything in the cave was also presented in front of Qing Mang's eyes,

The hinterland of the cave is an open space about 300 zhang square, and the top of the open space is hollow, so that you can see the sky outside, which is why it is as bright as day. But from the hinterland of the cave, it looked a thousand feet high, not at all like the height of a small hill that Zhang Yang had seen in the valley before.

In fact, this cave has been extending underground, and the cave is extremely long, and Qing Mang's entire attention is focused on the things that bring a sense of summoning to his soul, so he didn't notice this situation at all.

At this time, there was a hundred-zhang-sized blood pool next to the clearing, which was filled with dark red blood, and next to the blood pool was an even more terrifying behemoth.

The behemoth entrenched here is also like a giant python like Qing Mang, but Qing Mang is still a little small compared to the behemoth in front of him. You must know that Qing Mang's body also has a length of about thirty zhang, but the behemoth in front of him is ten zhang tall just by coiling up.

Two small horns grew on the head of this giant python, and the scales on its body glowed with a faint golden light, unlike Qing Mang, who was dressed in cyan scales, and what shocked Qing Mang even more was that this giant python entrenched here had a ten-zhang long meat wing on both sides of its body. At this time, this behemoth had no breath on its body, it was motionless, and it had been dead for a long time.

"It's ...... This is the dragon! Then this pool of blood must be the essence blood of the dragon!" Qing Mang's heart suddenly became ecstatic.

Jiaolong is a high-level spirit beast between a snake and a dragon, and it is said that Jiaolong can resist the catastrophe and turn into a real dragon when it cultivates to a certain level.

"If I absorb this pool of dragon essence blood, otherwise I can advance to a more high-level spirit beast, and maybe I will have the opportunity to become a supreme existence like Lord Long in the future!" Qing Mang couldn't calm down anymore, his body was full of blue light, and he turned into a giant python thirty zhang long, and with a flick of his tail, his body rushed into the pool of blood.

"Bang!" Suddenly, a blood-colored light mask appeared out of thin air above the blood pool, and Qing Mang just hit this light mask, and his huge body was bounced back and hit the stone wall of the cave behind him.

"What?" Qing Mang's eyes were red, and a great opportunity was in front of him, but he could only see but couldn't get it.

"I don't believe it!" Qing Mang roared as he looked up to the sky and rushed towards the light mask again.

"Bang!" Not surprisingly, Qing Mang was once again blocked out by the blood-colored light mask. "Bang!bang!" Qing Mang slammed into the light mask again and again, and even his head was broken, and the blood flowed without noticing.

"Why? Why?" said a reluctant roar from the cave.