Once the bloodline of the Holy Demon is activated, they don't need to be as desperate as the people of the world to practice to the death to be sad about the Heavenly Seal Realm. From birth, they are directly identified as Heavenly Seal Masters, Seal Cultivators who have no obstacles, no calamities, and no need for epiphany.

But everyone in the world knows that the Holy Demon People do not have the Mandate of Heaven Seal, they only have a bloodline inheritance. However, the world does not know that the Holy Demon Man has inherited a special Holy Demon Mark with the bloodline since the beginning of the inheritance, and this mark is generated with the activation of the bloodline, and the Holy Demon Mark of all the Holy Demon People is different.

The mark never appears lightly, and as long as the Holy Demon is not in danger of life, the mark will not appear. However, the mark can change with its own growth, which is the special growth mark of the Holy Demon.

Murong Xuan was not surprised by this special growth mark, he was surprised that this guy was actually a Holy Demon. You must know that even if the Holy Demon People don't cultivate, they can easily reach the Heavenly Seal Realm. The realm of the Heavenly Seal was even breathtaking to his father, it was said that this was the realm of another world, and even his father stopped at this realm. This is what he is worried about, if he is allowed to run away this time, there will be endless troubles in the future!

Provoking a Heavenly Seal Master, even the family behind him is extremely jealous, if this guy is not eliminated here, then they will face a strong man in the Heavenly Seal Realm in the future. Thinking of it, Murong Xuan's expression changed again and again, and he recalled a passage from that guy in his mind, "I will remember all of you, if I live." ”

"You must not let this guy leave here alive, or else ......," Murong Xuan muttered with a solemn expression.

As he spoke, Murong Xuan's handprints changed, and a cyan luster quietly emerged from under his feet. The next moment, he turned into a green rainbow and rushed forward.

Yang Long's speed became a little weird, and a group of people just watched like this, and before they could react, he had already crossed the encirclement and headed straight towards the abyss. Especially the guy closest to Yang Long, he only saw a phantom shadow passing by him, and by the time he reacted, Yang Long was already behind him. This kind of speed is a bit against the sky, but among the saints and demons of the past generations, Yang Long is not the first to have this kind of speed, this is their natural skill, and this speed can become faster as Yang Dragon grows.

The bald man looked at the Yang Dragon, who had almost turned into a phantom, and muttered in disbelief: "This ...... It's blood...... Blood Escape, this guy is a Holy Demon. ”

Afterwards, he reacted and shouted in panic: "Quick, stop him, you must not let him escape." ”

Since the bald man already knew Yang Long's identity, he naturally wouldn't let Yang Long go away like this, just as Murong Xuan thought, letting go of such a guy would be too great for them, and they couldn't afford it.

However, the distance of 100 meters was too short for Yang Long in this state, but in the blink of an eye, he had already come to the edge of the abyss.

But before Yang Long could congratulate himself on his escape, a green rainbow came from behind him, bursting out with a bright light, approaching in an instant, and this speed was even a few points faster than Yang Long.

"Roar" Murong Xuan roared angrily, and the fierce fan in his hand quickly became larger. This time, he was holding the handle of the fan with both hands, waving it with bruised muscles on his face, as if he had to use all his strength to squander the fan. But even so, the blades were only slightly faster than they had to turn before.

The difference, though, was that a more terrifying attraction came from there. Countless mud and stones rose into the air, and the figure of the yang dragon was also attracted little by little. However, although the attraction this time was greater than the previous one, Yang Long was not directly sucked over, and he had no ability to resist.

The beads of sweat on Murong Xuan's face kept falling, obviously the consumption of wielding this fierce fan was very large, at least it was not something he could afford to squander now, and it was already the limit of what he could squander with his ability.

The figure began to retreat little by little, and Yang Long's face became even paler, the distance in front of him was the abyss a few meters, but it was dramatically hindered, was it so difficult for him to die?

The power in the body that is full of ruining sex affects the mind with a violent emotion, and Yang Long's love is a little abnormal, but now with the devouring of this power, Yang Long's eyes have become more ruddy. Even if the force that rushed through his body was destroying his body, he didn't feel the pain, but felt very comfortable, which was a very extreme enjoyment.

The pleasure of being full of power had overwhelmed the pain in his body, and this power flowed into his body, destroying every cell in his body, which made Yang Long even more crazy.

Feeling his body retreat rapidly, Yang Long shouted, "It's not enough, it's giving me some strength." ”

"Bang" An invisible breeze swirled around Yang Long's body, making a hissing sound, and Yang Long only felt as if his body was about to burst. The furious power surged out, the power that did not belong to him at all, like a proud wild horse, galloping under the control of the reins, and strung wildly.

When the Yang Dragon was stalemate, the people around him had already reacted, and the magic seal was flying, and the yellow luster was like raindrops, and the Chaoyang Dragon was surrounded by it. A series of water dragons that appeared out of thin air directly bit Yang Long's limbs, locking him in place. Countless mud walls rose out of thin air from the clearing, and suddenly shrouded the yang dragon in a square mud wall, impermeable.

It took so much manpower to catch such an eight-year-old little child, and many people felt extremely embarrassed. When they saw Murong Xuan's face was blue and there were some sweat stains on his forehead, many people felt incredible about the little guy in front of them.

However, when they caught this little guy, they had to breathe a sigh of relief, not to mention the problem of face, just their senior brother blamed it, and they had to walk around without eating.

Yang Long only felt that his eyes were black, and then he couldn't see anything. Several walls of mud had been wrapped around him, overlapping him. He was also bitten by more than a dozen water dragons, and if he moved slightly, there would be a piercing pain all over his body, and this time he could not fly with his wings.

There was a rare solemnity in Murong Xuan's expression, which was an expression that everyone had never seen before. Seeing that Yang Long had been trapped in the mud, the fierce fan he was holding couldn't help but loosen, and he was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Murong Xuan began to sneer at Yang Long in the mud prison, "You should run! ”

However, before Murong Xuan's words were finished, a strange evil aura suddenly erupted from the mud prison, and the mud prison began to shake violently. This scene made Murong Xuan's heart beat hard, but the yang dragon inside couldn't break free. However, this raised everyone's hearts to their throats, for fear that the stimulation of this brother's words would make the little guy in it suddenly burst out with the ability to defy the sky.

Murong Xuan was indeed taken aback by this scene, and he didn't know how many years he hadn't been so thrilling. With his current cultivation, he has long gone beyond the scope of that ordinary state of mind, otherwise he would have been controlled by that aura of anger. But even this mentality became startled when encountering these unusual things.

This little guy in front of him always likes to surprise people, first an ordinary child, suddenly turned into a holy demon with a blood limit, and then he was able to use his natural skills to escape, and maybe something was going to break out next.

Murong Xuan didn't dare to think about it anymore, he originally planned to torture this little guy, but now he felt that it was better to kill this guy earlier, so as not to worry about the future.

Thinking of this, Murong Xuan once again clenched the nearly half-human-tall fierce fan in his hand, this time the fierce fan did not rotate counterclockwise.

A slight turn of the blades of a fan can lead to such an amazing attraction, but what about the other way around?

Gradually, the fan was full of blue light, and as Murong Xuan turned clockwise, the fan blades opened little by little. Murong Xuan snorted lightly, and suddenly the fan leaf in his hand was rainbow, and a thousand wind blades appeared out of thin air.

The raindrops in mid-air couldn't fall at all, so they were pulled to the other side by an invisible force, and within a radius of a few hundred meters from Murong Xuan, it became a rainless area. With a whistling roar, the wind blades were densely packed in the air, and the sound was extremely terrifying.

Murong Xuan picked up the fan handle in his hand and shook it fiercely, and sneered: "Go to death!"

Thousands of wind blades descended in an instant with the breath of death, heading straight towards the prison where Yang Long was. Countless wind blades shimmered with a hint of turquoise, connected together, with a suffocating number. It is not difficult to imagine that if it were hit by so many wind blades at the same time, even a giant beast would be cut into flesh, let alone a living person.

The mud dungeon where Yang Long was located flew directly before it touched the wind blade, and there was no hindrance in the slightest, even if some of the wind blades were consumed, but for the wind blades that reached tens of thousands, it was simply insignificant.

"Boom" The huge wind blade directly covered the area where Yang Long was located, and the surrounding mud and sand splashed with a low roar. The earth trembled for nearly a minute, until it stopped and the rain began to fall in mid-air, and the earth gradually returned to its familiar noise.

When everyone looked back and saw this scene, they couldn't help but gasp. A huge pit more than ten meters long appeared in front of everyone, and the cave was densely covered with cracks of different depths. However, this was not the reason for everyone to gasp, they were shocked that in the very center of the huge crater, an earth-gray barrier like cracked glass wrapped around the Yang Dragon, and the devastated caverns on it could be seen that many wind blades had directly pierced through them.

"Isn't Yang Long dead?"

"What the hell happened to him?"

Looking at the devastated barrier, this is what everyone cares about the most. When did this thing appear, why did it appear so abruptly at this critical moment? Everyone couldn't figure it out, even Murong Xuan couldn't help frowning.

But everyone knew that it was this gray barrier that blocked most of the wind blades. But Yang Long's hands and feet were tied, how did he use this ability to defy the sky? If he had this ability, this guy would have run away.

At the same time that everyone was puzzled, the earth-gray barrier suddenly dissipated, and two figures appeared in everyone's sight at the same time.