Chapter Eighty-Five: Dragon!

The rumbling sound of the already shattered mountain from the volcano once again attracted everyone's attention.

Rumble!

Eight swimming dragons burst out of the ruins, their bodies shining with a different kind of golden light.

Everyone looked at Wang Yao in surprise, only to see Wang Yao standing alone on the top of the mountain, even if he was just a personal realm cultivator, his body was glowing with a different kind of brilliance, which made people dare not look directly.

"That guy, is it really a human realm?"

Someone was surprised.

"Hmph, it's just a clown jumping off the beam, it's too late to hide from this kind of thing, just rely on a Heavenly Realm treasure to go up and intervene in the battle of the Heavenly Realm powerhouse, it's really too long!"

Someone was dismissive.

But Wang Yao didn't care about these.

"Brother Yao! You're so damn bad! ”

Xiaohu was the most worried about Wang Yao in the audience, so he also screamed the loudest.

Wang Yao turned around and smiled at Xiaohu: "Don't be afraid, I have my own measure." ”

"Measure, you big-headed ghost! This is different from what was said, didn't you say that you were going to Shifang City? Why do you want to fight to the death here, what the hell are you trying to do! ”

Xiaohu really can't understand.

"Humph! Look for death! ”

Although Wang Yao had the Eight Dragon Bottles, as the Netherworld Old Ghost with the highest peak of strength in the audience, he didn't care about the so-called Heavenly Realm treasures at all at this time.

I saw the old ghost of the Netherworld take out a hand and palm it towards the eight dragons.

Rumble!

The sound shook the heavens and the earth, and even if everyone covered their ears, they were dizzy.

And the eight wandering dragons let out a terrible wail.

Click!

There was a cracking sound of metal cracking from the Eight Dragon Bottles suspended in the sky.

Wang Yao's eyes froze, and he saw a deep crack suddenly appear on the Eight Dragon Bottle.

Wang Yaoxin said: "Even if it is a Heavenly Realm treasure, it will not be able to resist the random blow of this peak powerhouse, and the Eight Dragon Bottle may be shattered at any time!" ”

Even so, Wang Yao still gritted his teeth and held on, and a runic light flashed in his palm.

The eight dragons suddenly opened their mouths, and a fierce flame suddenly appeared, this change was so urgent and fast, the Netherworld Ancestor didn't react at all, and his clothes were burned to pieces by the flames.

Wan Yuxuan, who was watching the battle, was shocked: "Why is this flame so similar to the fire talisman that my father gave me?" ”

This is exactly the fire talisman that Wang Yao got from Wan Yuxuan before! It's just that I don't know what means Wang Yao used to make the swimming dragon conjured up by the Eight Dragon Bottle spew out.

"Humph! These subterfuges want to hurt me, too! The old ghost snorted contemptuously.

Indeed, although the power of the fire talisman is not small, it can burn mountains and boil the sea, but in terms of realm, it is only a realm talisman after all, even characters like Lu Bo may not be seriously injured, let alone a character like the old ghost of the Netherworld.

But before the old ghost of the Netherworld finished playing his majesty, he saw a smile on the corner of Wang Yao's mouth.

The old ghost of the Netherworld was alert, and he dodged from the situation, and countless petals like steel swished out from where he had just stood, and the petals were so fast that they even tore the space apart, revealing a dark purple void color.

The ghostly old ghost turned his head to look, only to see Li Lingruo on the side greet him again, and there was a sedan chair floating next to her, with a big 10,000-character sedan written on it - it was the heavenly treasure Wanhua sedan chair that Wan Yuxuan was sitting on before!

Wan Yuxuan said angrily: "This demon girl can't beat people and will pull my sedan chair, if she breaks it, will she compensate me?" ”

But Li Lingruo is destined not to care about Wan Yuxuan's mood.

I saw that the sedan chair was shining with bright red colors, and suddenly it released a thousand lights!

The light lasted only a brief moment before vanishing as if it had never existed.

Wan Yuxuan was so angry that she slapped her thigh: "This demon girl is really stupid, where is the sedan chair used by her like that, with a perception like hers, it is a waste to take the sedan chair!" ”

"Not necessarily."

One person was beside Wan Yuxuan.

Wan Yuxuan turned her head.

"Xu Yiran of the Xu family? Didn't you take the amulet of Gentu Mountain? Why don't you run away after you succeed, is it possible to still want to fight the idea of the Eight Dragon Bottle? ”

Xu Yiran gave her a blank look and didn't argue with her.

"Hey! What do you mean? You stand over there, do you understand whether men and women kiss or not! ”

Wan Yuxuan said angrily.

At this moment, there was a sudden exclamation from everyone: "What's the matter? What's going on? ”

Countless exclamations came from all directions.

Wan Yuxuan looked around in surprise and saw all kinds of plants on the mountain, from towering trees to tender green grass, all growing wildly.

"Isn't that a trick I used earlier? This demon girl dares to steal my tricks? ”

Wan Yuxuan was shocked.

But she soon realized that something was wrong, and that the plants were growing at an alarming rate.

No, it's not so much about growth as it is about growing rapidly, and it's just a blink of an eye for a small grass to grow from less than a finger high to more than ten zhang in size.

Xu Yiran said: "This Li Lingruo is also quite powerful. ”

Wan Yuxuan was furious: "What do you know! Her move looks strong, but in the end, it's just a clumsy imitation of my Wanjia move, isn't it because she has a high cultivation level that she can make such a big move? In the final analysis, it's not my trick. ”

Xu Yiran hesitated for a moment and said softly, "Are you sure?" ”

"What?"

Wan Yuxuan came back to her senses, only to see that the countless plants in the nine mountains had become entangled with each other at this time, gathering together to form a terrifying green vine.

Wan Yuxuan's eyes widened, looking at the vine that was even bigger than the previous True Dragon Lord, and she was still unwilling: "Although this vine is nearly a thousand zhang long, it is still my Wanjia move, this demon girl, how can you learn the path of my Wanjia?" ”

Xu Yiran didn't speak again, but looked at everything that happened in the sky with a calm face.

Seeing that Xu Yiran no longer spoke, Wan Yuxuan thought that she would persuade Xu Yiran, and she was still a little proud in her heart.

All this happened too quickly, and by the time everyone reacted, the vines had already formed in an instant.

I saw Li Lingruo stretch out his hand and throw it, and a bloody dragon head was thrown out by her - it was the head of the Lord of the True Dragon!

The head fluttered, straight on top of the vines that reached the sky.

Click!

With an insignificant sound, a burst of essence suddenly released from the eyes of the dragon head, and the blood poured out from the dragon head instantly, and the entire vine was soaked with the blood of the dragon head from head to root, and it turned red in an instant.

"Aang!"

A loud cry shook the heavens and the earth.

Then there was a crackling sound, and everyone exclaimed, only to see that two claws and legs suddenly appeared on the bright red vines, and they looked like a giant dragon!

Rumble!

His legs stomped on the ground, causing the ground to tremble.

Then there was a crackling sound, and the dragon was about to break free from the earth's shackles.

"Not good!"

The old ghost felt a powerful coercion coming at him, and he knew what he had to do to slap the dragon hard!

Rumble!

A huge wound suddenly appeared on the dragon's body, but it healed in the next instant!