And in the waterhole, whirlpools continued to appear, constantly pouring into Lan Jiao's body, making its body recondense one by one. The dragon's head and four claws were all wriggling.

"Ang~" A deafening dragon groan sounded, and a cyan dragon leaped out of the waterhole, hovering above the crowd, looking down on everyone condescendingly.

"The eleventh generation patriarch of the Hai family, meet Lord Long Ling!" The three patriarchs of the Hai family, as soon as they heard this, immediately stopped the magic trick in their hands and bowed to Sun Yunhao.

"Meet the Dragon Spirit Venerable!" The other monks in the hall also gave their respects.

There are some well-informed demon clans, naturally knowing that this Jiao Spirit is a cultivator of the Hai family, condensed with his own origin power, in their eyes, this Jiao Spirit is a supreme existence, even if it is only condensed with spiritual power, it also makes them respect it.

"Oh, another five hundred years! The Hai family has so many descendants who have been transformed, very good, very good! ”

"Hey, where did this Seventh-Order Demon Jiao come from!" Under the sweep of Lan Jiao's cold eyes, Sun Yunhao's Yuan Shen suddenly felt a sense of oppression as if he was about to completely penetrate this Ice Wind Jiao, and hurriedly withdrew his divine thoughts into the body of the ever-changing puppet, for fear that the other party would see something.

"This is the old man's newly acquired Phantom Ice, a new disciple of the old man, and his qualifications are far from being comparable to ordinary people, so the old man will make an exception and let him take a look at the old man's demeanor first!" When the second patriarch of the Hai family heard this, he immediately showed a hint of respect.

"Well, the old man can't see his depth, but the old man can be sure that the dragon blood in his body is definitely richer than all of you!" Yes, you are qualified to meet me! Lan Jiao was a little surprised at first, but he quickly recovered and exclaimed at the Cold Wind Dragon King.

As soon as the blue dragon said this, the three heads of the Hai family were all shocked, and the rest of the people were also shocked.

Many demon cultivators were originally surprised that there would be a seventh-level dragon at the Spirit Sacrifice Ceremony, but now, they finally knew the reason, and sighed "I see" one after another, and then their curious eyes fell on the cold wind dragon.

There were also some people who were a little unwilling, thinking that their bloodline was a little worse than this seventh-order demon beast, and they all looked at this cold wind beast with disdain, including the second young master of the Fire family.

"Seniors are sure, this woman's qualifications are so good?" The second elder of the Hai family asked with some hesitation.

"That's right! My doppelganger, although the power is less than one percent of the body, but the affinity with the dragon bloodline is not bad at all, this kid's bloodline is much stronger than the average dragon clan, you have to cultivate it well! Lan Jiao said categorically, with a look of expectation and encouragement, he took a deep look at the cold wind Jiao, and the other dragons, even if they turned into human form, were not worth a second glance!

This contrast is so great that these demon cultivators are indescribably annoyed in their hearts.

"Yes! Senior! The three old men of the Hai family said in unison, they had already made up their minds to let Phantom Ice stay, and at all costs, they would also keep her in the Hai family!

"Thank you, senior."

Hearing this, Lan Jiao nodded with satisfaction. My physical body is just a physical body, and it can only last for a short time, but I hope that there will be more people who can exist like this dragon, and when the time comes, my physical body will become even stronger! ”

"You can use the precious heavenly and earthly treasures to nourish for five hundred years, and then summon me again, this time, naturally, it is for the weak water and fire!"

"Don't talk nonsense, quickly put away the spirit flame!" After saying this, Qingjiao opened its big mouth, and the blue light on its body flashed, as if it was exerting some great magical power.

Sun Yunhao's soul, when he heard this, trembled suddenly, wanting to contact Sun Yunhao's deity.

"Elder, please stay!" The head of the Hai family looked solemn and shouted in a deep voice.

"Why?" Qin Wentian asked. Qingjiao was stunned, the blue light on his body stopped flowing, and he said coldly.

"Senior, wait a minute!" The Great Elder of the Hai Family saluted the blue dragon, then turned his gaze to the people present, and said in a deep voice: "The Hai family's spiritual sacrifice ceremony has ended, thank you for coming to participate, this time, the Hai family wants to solve this matter privately, and please leave quickly!" Please forgive your sins! ”

"People from the Hai family, get out of here!" The head of the Hai family said in a deep voice, and said, "Phantom Ice, since you want to see my 'Weak Water Fire', then stay here first." ”

"Yes!" The cold wind dragon roared, and Sun Yunhao was very puzzled, but when he heard that the "Fire of Weak Water" was about to appear, he hesitated for a moment and remained silent.

After a while, the other dragons retreated one after another and left the main hall.

"Please also elder, give me the fire of weak water!" At this time, the three patriarchs of the Hai family saluted respectfully, and each took out a small turquoise vial with a size of several inches from their arms.

A layer of brilliant blue light appeared on the surface of the blue dragon's body again, and after a roar full of ancient aura, he opened his mouth and spit out, and he actually spit out a fist-sized, extremely agile blue ball of light.

This blue light, the shape is unpredictable, sometimes like a burning flame, sometimes like a crystal clear water droplet, colorful, but exudes a soft light, this is the treasure of the Hai family, the fire of weak water.

At this moment, the docile cold wind dragon suddenly opened its mouth, and a white gas shot towards the faint flame.

The white figure is a white robe with a beard, and he is the second leader of the Hai family!

And behind them, there was also a Terran monk dressed in black, with a stiff face, and a strong corpse aura all over his body!

The "big man in white" was holding an ice dragon-shaped staff with a high-grade ice spirit stone in it, and as soon as it flew out of the mouth of the cold wind jiao, he swung it suddenly.

On the other side, the black-robed man also turned into a purple rainbow, and pounced directly on the three patriarchs of the Hai family, shaking his hands, a ball of gold, a ball of red, and a ball of yellow flames shot out, and in the other hand, he grabbed a ball of turquoise spiritual fire.

All this happened so fast that almost at the same time that the cold wind dragon opened its bloody mouth, the black-clothed monk appeared behind the yellow-robed man, and as soon as he raised his hand, he was about to throw the cyan fireball towards the Hai family ancestor.

"Human!" A voice came from afar. The blue dragon roared, and a huge claw grabbed out, turned into a huge blue claw, and slapped the black-robed man's body fiercely.

As soon as the dragon's claws came out, the spiritual power on the cyan dragon's body was suddenly consumed, and its body turned into a puddle of cyan liquid again, flying towards the waterhole below.

However, the three patriarchs of the Hai family seemed to be taken aback by this sudden change, and they didn't make any moves for a while, while the three patriarchs were still cautiously retracting the weak water spiritual fire that had just been spit out from the mouth of the blue dragon, as if they were not prepared for the sudden attack of the man in black at all.

Seeing that the black-clothed man's attack was about to fail, the middle-aged monk suddenly stretched out his right hand, five fingers and one finger, and a gray spiritual light flew out from his hand, instantly enveloping the black-clothed man in it, and the middle-aged monk turned his head, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This blow came and went quickly, and it went quickly, and the middle-aged man's attack was extremely fast, and there was no room to dodge at all, as if it had been prepared for a long time!

The three heads of the Hai family were all happy, because this was what they had planned a long time ago!

Long before the ritual began, they guessed that this human race monk was probably for the sake of that weak water spirit flame, so they would use the weak water spirit flame as bait to lure it out, so that they could capture it alive!

As for the other demon cultivators, they were driven out by him, on the one hand, to prevent any accidents, and on the other hand, it was also to prevent the Phantom Ice clan from knowing that they were a human race, which can be said to be painstaking.

This gray spirit powder is the famous "Falling Soul Sand", which is a great monk in the late Yuan Infant period, and if he is bitten by it, he will lose his consciousness in an instant, and thus lose consciousness.

In this way, capturing the enemy alive is not yet hand-to-hand!

Give back to others in their own way! This is the best way for the three patriarchs of the Hai family, after discussing together. You must know that if you want to rescue a spirit beast from the hands of a human monk, you can only restrain it by surprise, and then capture it alive, otherwise it only takes a thought to make its soul fly away. Or, once the enemy kills each other, the spirit beasts on their side will also be implicated.

When the Falling Soul Sand wrapped the black-robed man, the three patriarchs were all relieved, their carefully planned plan finally succeeded!

At the same time, the old man in blue, the king of the Hai family, also had a mouth, spit out a light blue flame, with a faint blue light, and slowly flew towards the black-robed man. On the other side, the white-clothed man of the second family head opened his mouth and spit out a white cold air, looking like he was going to take advantage of his master's coma and couldn't drive it.

From the appearance of the man in black, to the sneak attack, to the attack of the three patriarchs, it was just a blink of an eye. At this moment, the weak water fire spit out by the blue dragon had already submerged into the blue crystal bottle in the middle-aged man's hand. And the sharp claws of the blue dragon flashed in the air, and when they could no longer continue to urge, they turned into nothing in the void.

The body of the blue dragon was sucked into the waterhole at an extremely fast speed, and in a short time, the entire waterhole was filled.

And the "white-clothed man" who flew out with the black-robed man was seen through the disguise in a blink of an eye, and no one noticed it for a while, and the ice dragon staff in his hand was flickering one after another large or small mysterious runes at this moment, and an astonishing cold ice aura was circulating on his body.

Time, in this instant, seemed to freeze. When everyone was sacrificing their magic weapons, exerting their own magical powers and their own changes, the black-robed man wrapped in the "Falling Soul Sand" undoubtedly became the focus of everyone's attention.

The black-robed man was swept up by the falling soul sand, and his body trembled slightly, but he immediately recovered as before, and rushed straight towards the middle-aged monk without hesitation.

"You ......" The three patriarchs were shocked, and before they could say a word, they were hit by a ball of cyan flames, and were wrapped in a layer of blue light, making the bodies of the three patriarchs stiffen all of a sudden, like rotten wood.

The black-robed man took the opportunity to snatch the cyan jade bottle in his hand, and as soon as his body moved, he flew towards a waterhole more than twenty zhang away.

The corpse of the blue dragon returned to the waterhole, and in the center of the waterhole floated a palm-sized blue crystal scale.

"The natal spirit of the Shui Jiao of the Transformation God Realm, I am bound to get it!" In Sun Yunhao's thoughts, the voice of Chao Yuanzi came, and he seemed extremely excited.

"You dare!" He let out a roar. He didn't know why this black-robed man was safe and sound in the Fallen Soul Sand, and he could subdue the middle-aged monk so quickly and take away the weak water source from his body, but he recognized at a glance that what this black-robed man was going to do next was the ancestral treasure of the Hai family, the treasure known as the "Ancestral Scale".

The old man jumped like thunder, grabbed the void of the waterhole with both hands, and a water arrow more than ten zhang long shot out from the waterhole, shooting straight towards the black-robed man, and the weak water fire in his mouth turned into a blue flame arrow, with lightning speed.

And the middle-aged monk, relying on the strength of his physical body, instantly eliminated the power of green fire into invisibility, and after a long roar, he immediately turned into a dark yellow dragon more than twenty zhang long, followed by a mouth, a three-foot-thick yellow light, with an amazing momentum, spewed out of his mouth.

At this time, the frost dragon tail flicked slightly, just before the cold air of the second elder hit, after a blur, it disappeared from the place, dodging this blow, and when it reappeared, it was already not far from the black-robed man, and then with a flick of the tail, it was about to perform the next wind escape technique.

At this time, the ice dragon staff in the white-robed man's hand had undergone earth-shaking changes, and streams of cold air emanated from the staff, instantly forming a cold cloud more than a foot wide, and the cold cloud was still expanding.

An ice pick that was about a foot long shot out of the clouds and went straight to the blue-robed old man! Then, one after another, ice spikes flew out one after another, heading straight for the three patriarchs of the Hai family!

Seeing this, the second master of the Hai family couldn't care about subduing this cold ice dragon, after a roar of rage, his body shook, and he turned into a cold ice dragon more than twenty zhang long, opened his mouth and spit out, a cold ice dragon more than ten zhang long, like a giant sword, at the same time, he grabbed the void in front of him with both hands, and the two cold qi instantly condensed out, and grabbed fiercely towards the man in black.

A pale blue flame arrow, a yellow pillar of light, and a huge ice pick, each of which could easily kill a mid-primordial monk.

But the black-robed man in front of him obviously only had the cultivation of the middle stage of the Yuan Infant, but his divine thoughts were so strong that he was not affected by the sand of the fallen soul at all, and he actually took the first step to take away the cyan vial, and also started the idea of the ancestral treasure of the Hai family, "Ancestral Scales"!

The three patriarchs were furious, and they could no longer care about the life and death of these Terran monks, and they all resorted to the most ruthless tricks to prevent these Terran monks from touching the forest of their ancestors.

After doing all this, they are still casting spells, trying to completely control this man in black!

At this moment, with a "bang", an ice spike hit the second elder's body, shattering it and turning into a cloud of white mist.

The head of the two families only felt a chill rushing to their faces, and suddenly thought of something, and shouted in a lost voice: "Frozen for thousands of miles!" How so? ”

This black-robed man is none other than Sun Yunhao, and he still has a mask on his face!

The reason why he disguised himself as the second elder of the Hai family was to hide his identity.

At this moment, when Sun Yunhao saw this scene, a layer of fine beads of sweat had oozed from his forehead, and at the same time, he had palpitations.

If it weren't for Sun Yunhao's divine sense, which was already powerful and abnormal, coupled with the fact that he happened to have a layer of divine consciousness mask on his face, his divine sense had more than doubled, and he had urged the Divine Technique in time, I am afraid that he would really not be able to faint by this sudden Falling Soul Sand.

And now, the attacks he had to deal with, there were arrows formed by blue flames, yellow pillars of light, and huge ice picks, none of which he could despise, and the melee attacks of the two tenth-level demon beasts that followed closely behind him made his heart tremble.

Sun Yunhao's heart sank, and he immediately released the Yanyu umbrella, protected himself in it, and with his powerful divine thoughts, he controlled several different spiritual flames, magic weapons, puppets, and spirit beasts.

The earth attribute flame drew a dark yellow arc in the air, forming a dark yellow wall in the air, blocking the path of the blue fire arrow.

With a "bang" pop, the blue flame arrow easily pierced through the stone wall, but at a slower speed. Behind Sun Yunhao, the two rock walls had been rebuilt by him with the power of earth attribute flames.

At the same time, the Red Flame suddenly roared, and the temperature within a radius of more than ten zhang rose sharply, and a huge force burned the nearby air into a sea of fire at once. The sea of fire was just a roll, and it turned into a hideous fire dragon the size of several zhang, opened the dragon's mouth, and swallowed the huge icicle in one gulp.

An extremely cold white mist suddenly emerged from the ice pick, which actually resisted the extremely hot temperature, and continued to shoot towards Sun Yunhao.

The moment the two forces came into contact, they began to cancel each other out, and in the blink of an eye, the ice pick shrank to a foot long, and the head of the fire dragon disappeared, turning into a crimson flame again.

At the same time, the Yan Yu umbrella not only released a crimson protective light curtain, enveloping Sun Yunhao, but in an instant, it rose against the storm and turned into a huge one, protecting Sun Yunhao in the middle, just blocking the yellow light.

At this moment, the Cold Wind Jiaolong launched a wind escape again, and the distance between him and Sun Yunhao had been shortened to more than twenty zhang!

The Golem of Variety was still wielding the Frost Scepter, and ice edges shot out of the clouds.

And at this moment, Sun Yunhao was only a few dozen meters away from the fish scales!

"Bang", "pop", "boom"...... Several loud and small voices rang out at the same time.