Looking at the golden chameleon that fell to the ground as soft as mud and had its dragon tendons removed, the faces of the monks of the Transformation Divine Stage were wonderful, and they were all stunned by this scene.

"See? Yan Batian took the golden chameleon that turned into Long Bin and stiffened his skin and cramped. ”

"That's a fairy beast, a dragon! How could it be so easily ravaged. ”

"Not only that, he has imprisoned the dragon soul and dragon pill of the golden chameleon, and has taken the pure heart pill for it. Allowing it to peel and cramp when it is mentally awake several times more than usual undoubtedly adds several times the pain to the golden chameleon. ”

"According to Yan Batian's traditional domineering and cruel character, it seems that he is expected to do this. ”

"The whole body of the dragon is full of treasures, if this golden chameleon falls in the Tianyuan Mountain, the materials of his whole body, as long as our human race uses it, it will inevitably bring our human race's status in the immortal cultivation world to a new level. ”

"That's a good thing, but if you let the dragons know about this, I'm afraid it will bring ruin to our human race. ”

The monks of the Divine Stage talked in a whisper, expressing their opinions. No one dared to rush forward and snatch the scales and blood of the golden dragon that had fallen to the ground. They just watched from afar as things unfolded.

Yan Batian did not stop after pulling out the dragon tendons, his whole body was wrapped in blood-red evil qi, his mouth was chanting complicated spells, his handsome face was desolate, and he quickly punched out complex mudra spells in his hands.

With the rapid composition of the Mudra Dharma, the Dragon Pill and Dragon Soul in the Golden Chameleon's body were gradually pulled away from the shackles of the body, directly exposed between heaven and earth.

The golden chameleon gasped, feeling the power in his body being drained little by little. It seems that the whole body is no longer under his control. The imprisoned Dragon Pill and Dragon Soul seemed to be immediately isolated from their bodies.

But the heart-wrenching feeling still whipped it. It was so exhausted that it just wanted to fall asleep.

Under the effect of Qingxin Pill, the extremely tired nerves felt clearer and more sensitive, and the feeling of being peeled and cramped made its spirit fall to the brink of collapse for a while. But every time it thought of Wei Wuya, the Terran Yuan Infant Monk who was tortured by it and refused to say a word, it gritted its teeth and struggled to support it.

"Yan Batian, what are you going to do? I curse you for not dying well!"

The huge dragon head couldn't help shaking and struggling, and the golden dragon suddenly felt that his future fate was probably more terrible than death. Even at the moment when he was cramped, he didn't feel so terrifying.

"Yan Batian, he wants to force my dragon soul out of his body, and finally collect it and do something that makes me feel painful. If that's the case, then I won't even have a chance to be reincarnated. ”

The golden chameleon finally figured it out and no longer thought about escaping from Ascension. It tries its best to collect the demonic power in the demon pill. The demon power of the demon pill quickly gathered, and finally reached a critical point.

"Whew!"

Huge fireballs erupted directly from the dragon's mouth, and shrank smaller and smaller. As the fireball contracted sharply, the color also changed from the original fiery red to pale cyan. The temperature also rises dramatically.

It was only at this time that the golden dragon began to really fight for his life and completely released the natal true fire in the demon pill. And try to compress it to make the energy of the demon fire more pure.

"Huh, your demon pill has been imprisoned by me, and you can still release demon fire directly through the imprisonment, and you really deserve to be the king of the demon clan!"

The meaning of surprise was obvious, in the face of the sudden extremely high temperature demon fire, although Yan Batian was extremely uncomfortable being grilled by the demon fire, he still looked calm, and the mocking smile on the corner of his mouth was still there.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The huge dragon's eyes erupted with an astonishing fierce gaze, and at the same time, it was also mixed with this bit of desolation. This time, he detonated all the demonic power of the demon pill, that is, the natal true fire that was formed. It was a lifeless move, a last stand.

"Boom!"

The explosion of the fireball resounded through the heavens and the earth, as a member of the king dragon clan in the demon clan, the essence demon fire gathered with the demon power of a lifetime of penance was produced and exploded, and its power can be imagined.

The energy generated by the self-exposed demon fire mixed with numerous demon fire fragments quickly spread to the surroundings, and at the same time caused a terrifying air current. The strong wind blew people's faces hot and painful.

Those Divine Stage Cultivators who were watching from a distance were swept away by this sudden huge energy, and they all retreated in shock. Although there were no casualties, they were all disgraced and embarrassed.

There were also a few unlucky god-transforming monks who were hit by the shattered demon fire, and the demon fire immediately ignited on their bodies, and they hurriedly used their mana to extinguish it. But because of this, he was eventually injured, and his whole body was pitch black, like a lightning strike.

A large mass of demon fire fragments was thrown far away, and finally collided with a large mountain, and a deafening and terrible impact sounded, and suddenly the entire mountain cracked. Only the rumbling sound was heard, countless gravel fell from the sky, and countless trees hugged by several people were smashed one after another. This scene is like a meteorite falling in the sky.

In the dust, the ground was smashed into potholes and a mess by the falling gravel. The Terran Transformation God Stage cultivators below all resisted.

"With such a huge power of self-exposure, Yan Batian, who is in the center of the explosion and has run out of oil, will definitely be crushed to pieces, and he can't even find the corpse!"

The cultivators of the Divine Stage thought silently in their hearts, and they all looked towards the center of the self-explosion. The epicenter of the explosion was still in flames. The divine consciousness swept over, and it was also hot and painful. It seems impossible for any more creatures to survive.

After this battle, they profoundly understood that although they and Yan Batian were both cultivators of the Transformation Stage, the gap between the combat power of the two was not half a star.

Only now do they really understand. Why did Chu Aoxiao, the ancestor of the Terran Race's pillar of the Tribulation Period, remain silent when he knew that Yan Batian had a pseudo-immortal weapon slashing spirit sword. It turned out that he had real strength and could protect the Spirit Slashing Sword.

"Yan Batian, I, Chu Moyun, have read countless people in my life, except for the old ancestor, you are the person I admire the most. I, Chu Moyun, was wrong, very wrong. I hope you know that you can bless our human race for thousands of years, and we will always be strong, and we will not be bullied by that foreign race. ”

A look of shame emerged, and Chu Moyun bowed deeply to the center of the explosion in both body and mind.

Affected by this action, all the Avatar monks present also bowed to the center of the explosion.

"Look at the fire, it looks like it's going to be torn apart in the middle!"

A voice suddenly roared. The cultivators of the Transformation Divine Stage suddenly raised their heads and looked at the demonic fire that had been torn apart.

"Boom"

A pitch-black figure rushed out of the center of the explosion. Although the whole body was grilled like black charcoal, the unbending javelin-like figure made them recognize this person at a glance.

Who is it if it's not Yan Batian!