Obviously, the ink dragon and the black dragon have been brothers for ten thousand years, and they have not seen each other, but Lu Moli stood up stubbornly.

The seventy-two Xuantie Dragon Umbrella, as the mound of Molong, has a strong binding force on Molong.

He poured the mana in his body into the handle of the umbrella, and the entire surface of the umbrella couldn't help opening and closing, fanning the strong wind. The ink dragon that had regained his self-consciousness disappeared in an instant. It's like a dead thing with no sense.

The black dragon on the opposite side of it was completely unaware of the situation, and hurriedly flew over, and his body was wrapped around the ink dragon, as close as if an elder brother was concerned about his injured younger brother.

The black dragon rubbed against the remaining bones of the black dragon, caressed its body, raised its neck, and let out a roar from its throat that only the black dragons could understand.

"Woooooooo

The roar of the earthquake echoed faintly, stirring up waves of sound waves that reverberated throughout the forest.

Qing Wei, who was originally just covering up, couldn't help but look back when he heard such a harsh voice.

And this sound wave rushed in a circular wave, and when it spread, it touched the mountain and was sharply reduced and bounced.

This sound wave collided, like a flood, and it would bounce back when it touched something shapely, and listening to the roar of this black dragon, the fox clan's hearing was extraordinary, and Qing Wei could clearly guess the terrain from it.

If it was right, on the right side of the forest was the peak where she had found the lava, and to the north of the peak, there was an open road, and then as if blocked by something huge, the sound waves crashed back.

That should be......

Crater.

The black dragon's whimpering was endless, and all the immortal soldiers and demon soldiers covered their ears one after another, and even Jiuyouxuan frowned, as if he was a little disgusted.

Now that the demon soldiers are stagnant, Li Rong hurriedly revived the immortal soldiers, commanding the attack and defense there. And Lu Moli took advantage of such an opportunity and hurriedly waved it away-

The umbrella bracket of the entire Xuantie umbrella is separated from the umbrella surface to form a separate individual, and they are controlled by Lu Moli, striking left and right, enveloping the black dragon of the ink dragon.

Although the ink dragon's consciousness has not been completely extinguished, its bones have long been carved into the umbrella, becoming the destination of eternal life and eternity, and it is difficult to break free.

When the ink dragon was forcibly recalled by the mana instilled by Lu Moli, the ink dragon let out a wail, and then the black dragon seemed to be bewitched by something, and hurriedly followed the ink dragon.

At the moment when the ink dragon was forcibly included in the umbrella, the black dragon drilled into it.

"-Brush!"

Countless inks splashed out of the surface of the umbrella and fell to the ground like raindrops.

The two black dragons circled each other, entwined, and wandered in the middle, and finally froze the frame.

——The original ink dragon and the black dragon of Jiuyouxuan are all included in the umbrella!

This can also be regarded as a victory, and Lu Mo is naturally complacent on his face.

Not only did he not take the umbrella back, but he gained power, and from the handle of the hollow black iron umbrella, he pulled out an ice-blue slender sword, and with the fierceness of the shore of the East China Sea, his whole body twisted and rotated - killing Jiu Youxuan!

(I don't like to see it, I can't help it, abbreviated ...... ）

(When it comes to war, you are too lazy to watch it directly, and tens of thousands of people skip the whole paragraph...... ）

(Stuffed heart...... ）

Although the black dragon was directly taken by Lu Moli into the Xuantie umbrella, the black dragon itself belonged to the demon clan, and its own anger was still the moment he closed the umbrella, which shocked Lu Moli and took half a step back.

"Ahem, ahem......"

He covered his lips, and when he spread his hand again, it was already a palm of blood, sliding down the white jade palm, drop by drop.