in the sky.

The dark clouds were torn into a mess of flying flotsam, the thunder swam like countless birds, and the two huge creatures were fighting hard in the most primitive way.

The red scales, along with the slag of the broken white bones, shot out like meteorites in the sparks that rubbed together. The real dragon gasped violently, looking extremely miserable.

His red dragon's tail was torn in half with flesh attached to it. There were several crater-like wounds on his body, from which blood and thunder spilled out. At the edges, the darkness swam with blood-colored power, hindering the healing of wounds.

His golden vertical pupils reflected the purple-clothed woman the size of his own claw, and in front of her, the mountain-sized bone dragon was like a dying centipede, writhing and shattering inch by inch in a frantic roar.

"No, fellow Daoist, quickly ask the Purple Jade Sect for help!" A blower-like gasp sounded in True Dragon's words, taking advantage of the rare opportunity to recover from his injuries.

The god fairy glanced back at him and shook his head:

"No, this place is already confused with the sky, and it is impossible to transmit information."

Countless fragments of white bones floating in the air, large and small, like meteorite belts, dense blood threads poured out of them like worms. They writhed and entangled, pulling each piece of bone together.

Soon it was reassembled into a bone dragon of hundreds of zhang, and the endless red threads flowed on the white bone dragon like the ugly thread marks of a tailor.

It quickly shrank under the bones, and a complete bone dragon appeared in front of the eyes of one person and one dragon again. The red flames in the eye sockets danced with a mad light.

Before this, the bone dragon had been slashed several times by a single sword in the same way.

A majestic and hideous red dragon head poked out from behind the god fairy, and his huge left eye reflected the figure of the god fairy, and he spoke:

"Then there's only one way......"

Roar!!!

The real dragon, which had been resting for a long time, dragged the blood sprinkled all over the sky, and collided with the bone dragon in the most brutal way.

Boom!

The red blood that flowed out turned into wisps of clouds and thunder, and countless silver-white thunderbolts jumped in them, connecting with each other. In the end, the sky and the earth were filled, and a huge spherical thunder sea was formed.

In the depths of the Thunder Sea, two huge bodies were bathed in ten thousand thunderbolts, entangled and fighting.

"Fellow Daoist, if this wingman is successfully resurrected, Pinjiang will be split and the lives will be ruined!

I desperately stopped this bone dragon, and Daoyou quickly destroyed the burial dragon waterfall, and this grace Jiang will never forget! ”

A huge roar exploded in his ears, and the gods and fairies looked at the dragon platform with cold eyes.

......

On the stage.

Lu Ke's wide temple clothes fluttered in the wind, and he looked at Su Xing quietly.

Lu Ke came back from the dead in a short time, and a sense of despair enveloped everyone.

"The cuckoo cries...... Cuckoo cries! Yun Meirong suddenly seemed to think of something, and shouted loudly:

"I remember, this is a method of building the foundation of the ancient demon gate. Can allow a mortal to forcibly burst into foundational combat power.

The foundation of enlightenment is a blood of extreme sorrow and sorrow, and those who build the foundation need to cultivate a breath of extreme sorrow and sorrow before they can build it!

Not only is the quality of the blood of the road building extremely high, but there are also many other shortcomings, which are gradually lost. ”

As she spoke, her voice gradually lowered:

"Build a foundation by this method, and when the blood is exhausted, people die."

A sense of discouragement suddenly swelled in the hearts of several people, if that blood was of the same origin as the bone dragon in the sky and the blood pool on the cliff. Now the bone dragon has been slashed by the sword of the god fairy several times, but he has died and reborn repeatedly.

How can this Lu Ke's blood be exhausted?

At this moment, a figure appeared outside the Dragon Dragon Stage.

The god fairy swept through everyone, and without saying a word, he slashed upwards with a sword.

Boom!

Lu Ke was split in half, and the Jiang Yu he was carrying fell heavily to the ground.

But countless bloodlines poured out of the two stumps, and "spelled" her together, and her eyes calmly looked at the gods and fairies.

The gods and fairies didn't look at her, and in their picturesque eyes, purple pupils fluoresced and swept across the dragon platform.

She was born a god and possessed two kinds of supernatural powers. Said clear, said sword heart. The latter made her swordsmanship unsurpassed. The former allows her to see through everything at a glance.

At this moment, she understood that this essence blood bluestone platform had the same origin as the high cliff, and it was the key eye of this dragon waterfall. Her eyes seemed to be looking through a long waterfall, looking at the thousand-meter pool of blood below. If you want to destroy the pool of blood, you must first smash this dragon platform.

However, just now with a sword slash, although the outer layer of the dragon platform was broken through the defense from the blood pool, the aftermath of the sword qi killed Lu Ke once.

But it failed to leave a trace of the sword on the bluestone platform.

Looking at the pensive god fairy, Lu Ke did not move. Although she cannot be completely killed at this time, the gods can stop her movement by killing her again and again.

She spoke calmly, as if she had seen through what the gods and fairies thought:

"This bluestone platform is constantly chopping. The Emperor of Lihe, who is the heir of the dragon god, returned from resurrection, and the same well water as the Purple Jade Sect does not interfere with the river water. Why don't you retreat. ”

glanced at Su Xing:

"I can keep the remaining disciples of your sect safe......"

"No, it's broken." The god fairy suddenly interrupted Lu Ke's words.

There was a hint of hesitation on her beautiful face.

Everyone suddenly remembered that the purple thunder pool that the true dragon did not hesitate to consume the dragon ball before forced the bone dragon to abandon the burial dragon abyss.

Could it be that the god fairy can use a similar Dao technique, but even if she has the combat power of the Dan, she is still ...... after all Build a foundation.

That kind of Dao technique already has a faint meaning of transcending the realm of knots.

Lu Ke was silent for a while, and suddenly spoke:

"Gods and fairies, could it be that you believe in the real dragon in the sky? If he is really not afraid of death, he should let Daoyou drag the Emperor of Lihe, and he will not hesitate to explode the Dragon Ball to destroy this burial dragon waterfall.

Pity...... He couldn't be more greedy for life and afraid of death, how dare he do this kind of thing by himself. ”

In Lu Ke's words, he seemed to know the Lord of the Water Mansion very well.

The god fairy shook his head, and his voice was like a clear spring:

"My sword is not for the true dragon. Rather, it was for the sea of corpses that he had seen along the way, for the evil dragon that would split Pinjiang, and for a disciple of the Purple Jade Sect who had died. ”

Lu Ke looked at the gods and fairies without waves:

"I believe that the fairy really has the means to smash the Burial Dragon Waterfall, but I'm afraid it will also cost a lot. Is it really worth it for these people who have died?

Have you even thought that if you cut off this sword, maybe more people will die? ”

The face of the god fairy, who was as cold as the moon, suddenly showed a trace of distress, like a high immortal with a little more mortal fireworks, out of place. Only Su Xing understands that under the seemingly cold character, what is hidden is actually a simplicity of birth.

She said with a headache:

"I don't know if it's worth it."

Then, the distressed look receded, and he looked at Lu Ke seriously:

"But I'll cut this sword."

Lu Ke's eyes were calm as death from beginning to end, and for the first time, there was a wisp of fluctuation.

"It would have been nice if you had slashed this sword sixty years ago."

The voice was almost low, and the god fairy was slightly puzzled:

"What?"

"Nothing." Lu Ke raised his hand calmly, "Please fairy cut this sword." ”

An untimely voice suddenly remembered:

"Wait!"