Zhang Qing stared at the sky blankly, this is not the only expression in this battlefield, but the common language of everyone.

They looked at the sky together, at the willow tree that was getting bigger and bigger, and below the willow branches were falling, and one demon after another fell to the ground.

The huge willow trees were glowing, and the light was getting brighter and brighter, more and more gorgeous.

Zhao Jingmu was also glowing, and under the divine expression, he hugged his chest with both hands, and the towering giant tree behind him became his background.

Everyone watched this scene, not because they were not afraid of the threat of death, but because all the demons around them died in this short breath.

The dragon head in the sky is still there, and the water owl dragon on the ground is also alive, but this is Zhao Jingmu's enemy, not theirs.

The flames on the bodies of the Zhang family have been extinguished unconsciously, which is a surrender to a powerful force.

In the sky overhead, the dragon's head roared wildly under the dark clouds, it didn't know what kind of damage it had received, blood flowed wildly in the seven orifices, and the dark clouds in the sky were also becoming clear, making people seem to be able to see through it.

The water owl dragon on the ground finally let out a vigilant roar, he didn't know what was happening, but he was bleeding profusely.

Until a certain moment, the water owl dragon stood upright, and the wall-like body writhed, killing Zhao Jingmu without hesitation.

Zhao Jingmu didn't make any moves, and his eyes, which had become only light, opened and glanced at the water dragon.

A willow branch, made entirely of light, hung low and whipped at one of the dragon's heads.

In an instant, the sky trembled, and the huge snake head turned into a blood mist under the gaze of everyone.

At the same time, the willow tree behind Zhao Jingmu also dimmed a large area of light, and countless willow branches broke and fell.

Zhang Qing stretched out his palm, and an incomparably real wicker fell into the palm of his hand, making his eyes flicker.

He probably understood what the willow tree behind Zhao Jingmu was.

"Vitality." Zhang Mingxian came to Zhang Qing, and he also had a dim light wicker on his hand.

"The wood spirit of the Zhao family is like this, there is no wood spirit without vitality." Zhang Qing said calmly.

The water owl dragon that was missing a head became more and more violent, and the terrifying roar made the earth sink to the ground, and the columns of water that rose to the sky were swept by the wind, and the terrifying power was born in the water columns, shattering countless willow branches.

But Zhao Jingmu still didn't make any moves, just kept letting the glowing willow branches fall and whip them on the body of the water owl dragon.

Boom Boom Boom Boom !!

The constant roar is the sound of the water owl dragon's vitality, its huge body gives it infinite demonic power and terrifying power, but at this moment the body has also become its own burden, and there are emerald green shoots in the pitted flesh and blood to take root and grow.

With a loud bang, the two heads of the water owl dragon smashed on the ground, and the water splashes on both sides rushed to a height of hundreds of meters, and the bright red blood filled the water on the earth with the smell of blood.

One by one, the willow branches climbed on top of the body of the water owl dragon, and in less than ten breaths, thousands of willow branches completely wrapped the water owl dragon, and from a distance, it was not a demon at all, but a long mountain ridge.

The top of the mountain range is covered with verdant vitality, and under the land of Cloud Gate, it is rare to find pity.

Seeing the death of the water owl dragon, the dragon head in the sky could not sit still, and he struggled and roared, trying to evacuate this place.

But willow branches pierced into its flesh like chains, wrapping around its bones, immobilizing it.

The dark clouds became clear, and everyone could see the real dragon-like body behind the huge dragon head.

"No one has been able to kill you for hundreds of years, and today I want to give it a try."

Zhao Jingmu looked at the dragon head, a long sword appeared in his hand, and then he slashed towards the dragon head without any hesitation.

The sky had already turned green, and under that sword, it contained the power of Zhao Jingmu's heyday, and it split it inch by inch in the roar of the dragon's struggle.

The dragon's head fell, but no blood was spilled.

Zhao Jingmu stood in silence, while Zhang Qing also looked into the distance in surprise.

The black shadow disappeared into the sea of clouds, but both of them could see it clearly, it was a purple carp the size of a palm, with its long beard swaying in the void, as if it was laughing at Zhao Jingmu's indiscretion.

The leader of the Yunmengze Demons, the thunder dragon that has terrified countless monks for I don't know how many years, is the body of a fish the size of a palm?

And it seems that the huge dragon head is just an illusion conjured up by the other party.

From beginning to end, for hundreds of years, Yun Mengze's golden lotuses were fighting against the illusions created by the other party.

This truth naturally did not make Zhao Jingmu's face look good, and it also surprised Zhang Qing, because he had seen and even used such a method.

However, that dragon carp, the current dragon carp is only five layers of foundation, far less than the strength of this purple carp.

"It's over, no one could have thought that the dragon head was actually an illusion, and Zhao Jingmu's strength seemed to be too terrifying." Zhang Mingxian stared at the sky, his eyes slightly condensed.

After the demons disappear, they become enemies.

Zhao Jingmu's strength is strong, naturally it is not what they, the Zhang family, are willing to see.

"No matter how powerful Zhao Jingmu is, there is also a family master to deal with, we don't need to think about it for the time being."

"I have to guard against it."

As soon as Zhang Mingxian's words fell, the heavens and the earth suddenly trembled, and the countless water currents on the ground tumbled, not to mention, the many foundation builders standing in the sky were shocked.

Including Zhao Jingmu, everyone turned their heads to look at the sky in the distance.

The bright golden light covered everyone's field of vision, and it became bigger and bigger, making people subconsciously feel that the source of the golden light was in front of them.

The [breath] character in Zhang Qing's mind shone wildly, making him sober up, but there were still endless hazy voices in his ears.

He couldn't understand what the voices were saying, he didn't know how to pronounce them, he couldn't remember what was being said one moment ago, and he couldn't predict whether the next moment would be impassioned.

Under the influence of those voices, he seemed to see the boundless sea of clouds at his feet, the endless sky without the sun and moon hanging high, and the endless magnificent palace standing on the tips of the bamboo shoots.

I don't know where he stood, but there was a shadow overhead that drowned him out, what seemed to be the shadow of some kind of huge structure.

He didn't know how much time had passed, and it wasn't until the cold touch spread all over his body that Zhang Qing woke up.

He was fished out of the water, and Qingmeng appeared in Zhang Qing's field of vision worriedly, calling out to the second uncle.

There was no golden light in the sky, and Zhao Jingmu's gloomy face still made everyone feel bad.

"It seems that something happened to the Jinlan Sect."