Reversing the bloodline is indeed a great secret to the Evil Yi Clan's rapid improvement in cultivation. However, if the speed of the bloodline reversal was accelerated to the extreme, it would cause great damage to the Evil Overflow Clan.

The old deacon, as the Holy Envoy of the Dragon Emperor back then, naturally knew the impact of the rapid reversal of the bloodline.

Thinking of the evil things that the dragon that was not controlled by himself and the other two dragon envoys 10,000 years ago did to the evil overflow clan, the old deacon couldn't suppress his hatred.

Longevity is the envy of the other five clans.

But the evil overflow people have much more powerful repair power than ordinary people, but they are not permanently and infinitely overdrawn.

Under the extremely fast reversal of the bloodline, the evil doctor grass that was still trying to eat the three of them suddenly became dying.

The fierce dragon, as if sensing that his end was near, let out a dragon roar that was even more violent than that of Shicai, and pounced on the three deacons again.

This is the dragon's dying throes when it senses the breath of death is coming.

Once the Evil Doctor Grass withers, no matter how powerful the dragon is, it will only be destroyed. As a ferocious creature that has existed since ancient times, the dragon is categorically unwilling to die.

A piercing screech continued to roar in the dragon's unwilling throat. Its eyes were full of unwillingness, and in the confrontation between Qi Heng and it, it exploded with amazing power.

The sound of "whoosh" breaking through the air was loud, coming from the dragon's throat, shaking the eardrums of everyone present and causing them to be in great pain.

Not only the people of the Evil Yi Clan, but also all the women of the Thirty-Three Courtyards, covered their ears and fell to the ground with painful expressions on their faces in this unbearable loud noise.

They could never have imagined that such a horrible thing would happen in the auction cabinet.

The fear of death lingered in the air in an instant, making the auction pavilion a terrifying Shura purgatory.

Some people with poor cultivation even burst their eardrums in both ears, and trickles of blood continued to gush out of their ears, staining all around with a piece of red, which made people shocking to see.

The strange thing is that the closer you get to the three deacons, the less affected you are by the dragon's roar that shatters your eardrums.

By the time the three deacons arrived, Long Ming's influence had almost lost all effect.

And Qi Heng and the others, who were away from the three deacons, were obviously not affected by the deafening sound waves of the dragon.

Qi Heng's eyes were tenacious, staring at the dragon, and dozens of rays of light pierced through the dragon's body.

In the confrontation between the two, Qi Heng did his best to use the dazzling light of the Dao to restrict the dragon's movements.

However, in the midst of this laborious confinement, the dragon's already formless body turned into an ethereal form again, and it was about to shake off the binding of the Dao beam.

Qi Heng tried his best to control the more than ten rays of light between his hands, but there was a very obvious loosening as the dragon continued to turn into black mist.

Seeing that the dragon tried to escape from his beam in an ethereal state, Qi Heng redoubled his efforts to trap the dragon in place, but the beam in his hand warned Qi Heng all the time that the dragon could escape.

A snow-white figure leaped onto the dragon at this critical moment, soaring and rushing towards the dragon's head.

In front of the huge dragon, this figure was as small as an ant. But it doesn't spare any strength to move forward, but it is so brave and fearless.

When I looked at it again, the snow-white figure that was running was clearly the little white tiger who was almost bitten by Kuang Er.

After being frightened by the almost serious injury, the little white tiger did not give himself the slightest time to relieve the shock and confusion in his heart.

On the contrary, when he saw the dragon attacking with even more ferocity, the little white tiger spared no effort and decided to help Qi Heng and obliterate this extremely treacherous creature.

On the soft back of the little white tiger, Shen Moli Lingran held a sword, his red lips were pursed, and he looked at the dragon horns on the top of the giant dragon's head with a solemn expression, as if he had thought of something in the previous hostility.

A man and a tiger galloped on the dragon, regardless of everything.

Although in this battle in Qin Mingyuan, the dragon never aimed his killing eyes at Shen Moli and the little white tiger. And in this battle of disparity in strength, Shen Moli and Little White Tiger also have a great chance to be able to escape from the auction pavilion alone.

But when the danger came, Shen Moli and Little White Tiger both decidedly decided to stay and rush to the forefront of the hostility with the dragon.

While running, Shen Moli and Little White Tiger could constantly feel the loud noises coming from their surroundings, which were stronger than in other places.

The sound of the dragon roaring loudly, although it was invisible, it was like a sharp blade, scraping on Shen Moli and the little white tiger.

As he ran, the dragon seemed to spot the man's and tiger's tracks.

And the whereabouts of the little white tiger hit the bottom line of the dragon, causing the dragon to instantly slow down the speed of pulling away from Qi Heng's beam, and condensed a cloud of wind and thunder with his black dragon scales, attacking towards the little white tiger and Shen Moli.

The thing of wind and thunder, as it got closer and closer to Shen Moli and the little white tiger, turned into a pitch-black giant blade about a foot long.

Above the giant blade, there was a rumbling sound similar to thunder mixed in the dragon's roar, spreading throughout the four fields.

"Follow me forward, are you afraid?" Looking at the giant blade that was getting closer and closer to him, the little white tiger asked Shen Moli with a firm gaze.

Over the years, the little white tiger has long regarded Qin Mingyuan as his home. The family was in trouble, and even if the little white tiger had a timid side, he also had the responsibility to contribute to Qin Mingyuan.

But Shen Moli is different, she is just a passer-by of Qin Mingyuan, but at this moment, she rushed to the forefront of the hostile dragon with the little white tiger, which made the little white tiger faintly feel a trace of emotion in his heart.

In the rush, the little white tiger had secretly wondered if he was just a passer-by in Qin Mingyuan like Shen Moli, and whether he would be like Shen Moli, fearlessly rushing towards the dragon's head.

After some contemplation, the answer is clearly no.

The little white tiger can be extremely sure that the people in Qin Mingyuan, if he were not regarded as a home-like existence, he was afraid that he would be put on the neck with a knife, and he would not be able to rush up as fearlessly as he is now.

Although when Kuang Er bit the little white tiger like a walking corpse and was stopped by Shen Moli, the little white tiger turned a deaf ear to Qi Heng and was a little disappointed. But the perennial relationship still made the little white tiger quickly let go of the trace of mustard in his heart, and once again thought about the safety of Qin Mingyuan from the perspective of Qi Heng.

If it weren't for the fact that when the little white tiger opened his legs and planned to transform himself and start a desperate fight with the dragon, Shen Moli hurriedly stopped the little white tiger's actions, and whispered to the little white tiger that there was such a better way now, the little white tiger was afraid that he would have already made up his mind to die at this moment and fight with the dragon.