Inextricably linked, the ancestor's treasure, Yun Zhongjun has taken this treasure and killed countless demons and demons with strong means.

It can be said that it is also the invincible treasure of Yunzhongjun.

But now, this treasure that has made countless achievements and is flexible and wonderful, at this time, it is difficult to do things here in the old spirit turtle.

The old spirit turtle didn't do anything, just set up so quietly between him and Meng Wei, and all the attacks and methods turned into ineffective attacks.

"This is the power of the Dao, if you want to break through this barrier, you must defeat me, or break my Dao, otherwise, the road ahead is impassable, you escape at this time, Lao Gui, for the sake of Emperor Shun and Ying Long, I will not worry much about it."

Yun Zhongjun gritted his teeth and said? A fart of the way, isn't it just a turtle shell that can intercept his inextricable threads every time, and said, at such an old age, you still need to be the same as Meng someone, and you are not afraid of flashing your waist if you say that you are so big.

Glancing at Meng Wei, who was clasped his hands in the ice with his eyes closed, he should be able to hold out for a while, he simply tried his best to calm down his mood, and concentrated on studying the old turtle in front of him.

"Baby, you have to learn to respect the elders, do you know that your ancestors have to call me a Spirit Turtle Ancestor when they see me, and the elders talk to you, how can you ignore them?"

"Didn't your uncle Ying Long teach you what politeness is? Hurry up and stop it, go back now, for the sake of the old turtle's face, the little dragon king may be able to spare your life. ”

Seeing the moment when the old spirit turtle spewed trash talk, he suddenly made a move, and immediately tied up his turtle head, just in the blink of an eye, this old turtle seemed to be able to inform his actions in advance, and as soon as he shrank his head, the thousands of threads returned in vain.

"Haha, you're still a little tender, kid, if you make a secret move, you should learn from the two negative and dangerous, they are the real assassins, there is no wave in their hearts, and they can ............ the head of the stalker when they make a move."

Listening to the chattering trash talk, Yun Zhongjun, who has always been cold, couldn't stand it, and Ao Guang, who kept repeating and cracking next to him, couldn't help but subconsciously look over.

On weekdays, the old spirit turtle is very kind, why do you talk so much when you come to the battle, and every sentence does not contain dirty words, but this sentence is a comment, and it looks like a lesson from someone who has come over, Rao is Ao Guang feels a little noisy, he admires Yun Zhongjun a little, and he can still calm down.

With everyone is a tone that I have known him well, Yun Zhongjun has never heard Emperor Shun and Ying Long mention that there is an old turtle under the dragon yuan in the East China Sea in their mouths after so many years of life.

It's just that the thousands of wisps of sparks scraped out of the tortoise shell, as well as the increasingly sharp dancing hands, and the slight panting breath, made the old spirit turtle clearly feel that the scorching fire in Yun Zhongjun's heart was gradually stirred up.

What happens when a meat shield doesn't have the skill to taunt?

Simple, relying on the mouth to output, forcibly pulling the other party's hatred, this is the way that the old spirit turtle took more than 9,000 years to realize, he called himself: the way of provocation.

Meng Wei, who was frozen in the ice, couldn't help but pout, which meant that he couldn't open his mouth and couldn't speak.

Otherwise, as long as he exports slightly, it is enough to let the old turtle know what absolute bad breath is, the ultimate enjoyment.

The old turtle is still too gentle, although Meng is not good at insulting people, he really wants to search his intestines and scrape his stomach to recall those words that make people swell blood pressure, and let him break his defense in minutes.

At this time, the situation seemed to be extremely unfavorable to Meng Wei and Yun Zhongjun.

Meng Wei was the one who was beaten, and he was also a little physically exhausted, constantly reorganizing and collapsing, this kind of fragmentation and cutting after the spatial collapse made him extremely uncomfortable.

And Yun Zhongjun's side seemed to suppress the old spirit turtle, but the tortoise shell did not have the slightest trace of wear, but kept urging thousands of threads, making his pair of jade-like hands begin to show the slightest cut.

When the situation is deadlocked.

Suddenly, the power of the dragon soul in the entire Dragon Soul Valley was weakened, and Ao Guang and the old spirit turtle also felt the thin soul power, and couldn't help frowning.

It seems that they underestimated the dragon, and they have been fighting with high intensity, so that the two of them also relaxed their perception of the power of the dragon soul.

Isn't he afraid of death? Who is he? Absorbing so much dragon soul power so much beyond his means.

The greedy Jiaolong, the inferior species is the inferior species, and the guy who has never seen the table.

Just when the two of them were in disdain, an earth-shattering dragon roar suddenly erupted from the entrance of the valley not far away.

"I am the Great Sage Jiao Demon King of the Sea, the green lion and the white elephant, give me a good look, even if it is only for a moment, just for a moment, Nai Weng is also the most powerful Jiao in the Jiaolong."

"I'm Jiao, not a dragon!!"

There was a earth-shattering explosion, instantly pushing the deep sea water in all directions.

The power of the originally leisurely and demure dragon soul was like natural gas that had been ignited by fireworks, and it instantly became furious and exploded.

The raging waters bulldozed the peaks and wiped out the volcanic rocks, carrying a blue-black lion and a white elephant with a severed left forelimb, rolling in the waves.

"Maniac ......"

Seeing this, the old spirit turtle immediately retracted into its shell, and then drilled into the depths of the seabed silt like an auger.

Ao Guang, who has been holding the head of the dragon high and resisting stubbornly, was also swept away by this torrent, constantly whirling, and was blown away.

"Ang~~~"

The rioting dragon soul drove the dozens of ice dragons in his body to stir together, how easy the ice control technique was used before, how painful he was after the riot at this moment.

As if awakened by that call, the soul of the dragon roared wildly in his body.

"Jiao! Jiao! Jiao! ”

"Fair !!"

The dragon bloodline theory, just like the people who advocated the destiny of heaven in later generations, as long as it is a true dragon, it is a noble existence, and those races that evolved from various dragon blood creatures such as dragons and carps are inferior races.

The noble are always noble, and no matter how the inferior enter the field, they can't hide their inferior bloodline. At least that's what most dragons think, and most of the dragon creatures also have the ultimate goal of turning into dragons.

There was an earth-shattering explosion, although it only happened at the bottom of the sea, but it was so powerful that the deepest part of the East China Sea Dragon Abyss overflowed with a trace of filthy black gas.

Originally, when the dragon soul was sufficient, it could still suppress the breakthrough of the black qi in the slightest.

The dragon soul was greatly reduced, and the loosening of the explosion made the black qi slowly overflow, and everyone couldn't help but start their scalps to tingle.

It was a deep black, as if it would be completely polluted if it was contaminated even a little.

Meng Wei, who had just escaped from the predicament, was about to consider whether to retreat, when his ears moved slightly, and it seemed that some voice directly passed over the demons present and reached his ears.

Meng Wei realized in his heart, looking at Ao Guang who was holding his head and convulsing, he was also ruthless in his heart, and he picked up the guy and rushed up.

"Bi Qiniang, you beat me very comfortably just now?"

Meng Wei had an idea, and suddenly remembered that he seemed to have a new magic weapon, and immediately opened his three heads and six arms, holding a Qi axe, a golden stick, and a purple electric hammer in his hand, and attacked Ao Guang frantically.

If it is an incandescent thunder on the golden stick, the purple electric hammer is the purple lightning that symbolizes the punishment of heaven, and under the interweaving of the two thunders, the mighty power of the thunder makes Ao Guang can't help but twitch in the water.

Meng Wei was also uncomfortable, but he was holding two divine weapons, and he was half a master, much better than Ao Guang.

Ao Guang, who was troubled by the soul in his body, gritted his teeth and endured all kinds of pain.

"Xiao'er, there is a kind of release of me, when I comb the dragon soul in my body, we will come again, otherwise even if you win against me, I will not accept it!"

"Do you have a serious illness? Who do you think you are? Meng Huo? Even if you are Meng Huo, I am not Zhuge Liang, why should I capture you seven times? ”

Ao Guang was a little confused, who is Meng Huo? Who is Zhuge Liang? Seven captures and seven verticals? This can be had, if you have the ability, you can really catch me seven times, so that if he can lose seven times, the entire Dragon Palace will bow to him, and it is not impossible.

It's a pity that the dragon king is intentional, and the Bohou is ruthless.

After several pursuits, Meng Wei was also tired, and he didn't need the East China Sea Dragon Palace to become his courtiers or subordinate forces, the dead dragon king was the best dragon king.

The old thing should have given him gold coins!

The black filth pollution behind him became heavier and heavier, and Meng Wei no longer spared any strength, and the various bloodlines on his body were directly pulled to the maximum, and in just three seconds, three divine weapons and four blades blasted out four hundred 'combos' on Ao Guang's body.

Feeling the terrifying dark gold power in his body, Ao Guang finally panicked and was afraid.

"No!!"

"You can't kill me, I'm the dragon king of the East China Sea, I'm a courtier of the heavenly court, you can't kill me, if you kill me, the East China Sea will be in chaos, I'm the dragon king responsible for guarding the entire East China Sea!"

While roaring, Ao Guang was in tears, he wanted to turn around and run away, but he was carrying dozens of dragon souls, like carrying a big mountain, making his movements slow like a turtle crawling.

He also wanted to call the old spirit turtle for help, and kept calling in his mouth: "Spirit Turtle Ancestor!" 9,000 years old, turtle though longevity!! ”

"Old turtle, old immortal, hurry up and escort!!"

No matter how he called, the old spirit turtle was unmoved, sinking in the mud of the seabed, and no one could notice his movements.

can live for 9,000 years, and his kung fu is still so strong, to be honest, he doesn't have two brushes, and he will kill people and make soup early.

At least this hand concealed the turtle breath technique, which was used at the time.

"Meng Bohou, no, my lord, please, don't kill me, I'll pull the cart for you, I'll use you as a mount, let me live, I'm the noble dragon king, I can make all the true dragons in the world and the dragon spirits who want to turn into dragons work for you."

Meng Wei had an idea, and immediately remembered the white dragon that Zhong Ji brought back to Meng Jiguo, or not? Try the Kowloon coffin? Bah! Kowloon pulling a car?

Just a little thought, Meng Wei gave up, what virtue Ao Guang has, he still has a number in his heart, and there is a backbone in the back of his head, even if such an existence is bowed down for a while, how long can he endure it?

"Dark Gold: Killing Intent Erupts!"

"No !!"

With a crisp explosion, blood flowers exploded at Ao Guang's heart, and the vertical pupils of the entire dragon eyes gradually lost their color, lost their luster, and turned into silence.

Meng Wei didn't have time to close his eyes and feel the divinity surging in his body, so he directly grabbed Ao Guang's dragon horns and vigorously swam upstream, the filth behind him seemed to be surging more and more, making his scalp numb, and the beastly instinct wrote him a capital red "danger" again.

Just as everyone fled, a crisp call came from the sea.

"Stay under the sword!!"

"I am the ancestor of the Fuxi clan, and I am ordered by the God of Haotian to mediate the conflict between Meng Jiguo and the East China Sea!"

"Leave ...... under the knife, huh? Meng Bohou, you ......, oops, Meng Bohou, you are confused!! ”

(End of chapter)