"Brother Ling Dao, in my opinion, it's better to be here! The terrain here is flat, there is no water everywhere, and Long Jiao has nothing to rely on, so it can already be set up!"

An idle Taoist glanced at the Qingyang Dragon Jiao behind him, and said with an estimate.

"Well, that's okay. ”

Ling Daoren nodded, and the three of them suddenly stopped in the air. The three elders of the Hongmeng Academy stood with Ling Dao as the leader, and at the same time pinched the trick and cast spells, hooking the spiritual power of heaven and earth.

The three-color brilliance is outward, representing three different types of spiritual power attributes. The three of them looked solemn, as if they were one, and as the speed of pinching became faster and faster, the brilliance intertwined and merged into one, and the momentum surged.

After a dazzling array fluctuated, a gold-armored wrestler with a height of a hundred zhang and a head slightly larger than Long Jiao gradually condensed in the air, standing with his sword in both hands and his eyes closed, and even constantly turning from virtual to real. Golden helmets and golden armor, angry eyes and beard, thick and extraordinary. The sword of the crutche, the pattern of the road is flowing, and it is very sharp. If Yin Qing was here, he would definitely exclaim, just like the wrestlers he saw in the Dayan Illusion.

When Qingyang Longjiao first saw them stop in the air, he thought that the three of Ling Dao people had given up struggling and were ready to sit still. The sudden arrival of the golden armor in front of him made the originally happy Qingyang Dragon Jiao angry, as if he had been provoked.

"Whew!"

Long Jiao, who didn't take the three of them in his eyes at all, directly gave up Long Yan's attack temptation, and chose to solve the problem in the way he was most proud of, hand-to-hand combat.

"Northern Xuantian, Divine Monarch. Hundreds of millions of changes, Xuanwu true body. Golden armor, volt!"

Facing the dragon's claws that swooped through the air, the golden armor wrestler's eyes widened in anger and his eyes burned. At this moment, Qingyang Longjiao even had some stinging pain, and he didn't dare to look at it directly. On the other hand, the golden armor wrestler was not afraid at all, and met the dragon's claw with his bare hands.

"Boom!"

Qingyang Longjiao and Jinjia Lux collided together, like thunder exploding in the sky. The wave of air set off pushed far away, directly shaking a circular giant crater under the feet of the golden armor wrestler.

The blow was blocked, and instead of retreating, the Qingyang Dragon Jiao let out a low roar and roar. The huge body is extremely flexible, and it wraps around the waist and binds the golden armor wrestler, so that the golden armor wrestler's arms cannot move for a while. Then he opened his mouth and bit head-to-head, without mercy.

Just at the last moment, Ling Daoren picked up the palace with his big fingers and led it up.

"Whew!"

The Dao sword stuck in the ground was pulled up, and it went straight up and slashed against the chest of the golden armor wrestler.

"Phew!"

The layers of dragon scales were like paper paste, and they were easily cut by the Dao Sword, pulling out a large opening, and the dragon's blood splashed everywhere.

Qingyang Longjiao was in pain, and he couldn't help but loosen his entanglement with Jinjia Lux. Jin Jia Lux took advantage of the situation, held the neck of Qingyang Longjiao with one hand, and waved his golden fist with the other, hitting Qingyang Longjiao's head hard.

"Bang!"

The skull of Qingyang Longjiao, which had been punched firmly, was dented, and the left and right sides looked asymmetrical and inexplicably funny. Walking Jiao finally transformed into Qingyang Longjiao, and before he was born, he was beaten by an old fist of Jinjia Lux and couldn't find the north for a while, and let out a burst of sorrow.

But Jin Jia Lux was unforgiving, and he pulled and threw the stunned Qingyang Longjiao far away with a hard pull. The three of Ling Dao changed their spells together, and pulled the Dao Sword into hand. Holding the sword with both hands, the golden armor wrestler in front of his chest jumped up and slashed straight at the Qingyang Dragon Jiao.

However, at this moment, something surprising happened, the dragon soul jade contaminated with dragon blood at the scales of the Qingyang Dragon Jiao erupted with a power that was impossible to face, it was a kind of suppression from the bloodline, the breath of the superior. Even the golden armor wrestler was frozen in place, unable to move for a while. The three elders of the Hongmeng Academy Palace even raised the idea of bowing their knees and worshipping.

This is the mighty dragon power contained in the dragon soul jade, which is extremely pure, and it is not at all comparable to the Qingyang Dragon Jiao of the five metamorphoses. It makes people not have the slightest desire to resist.

The Qingyang Dragon Jiao was wrapped in dragon qi and washed away, the wounds left by the Dao Sword were visibly healed to the naked eye, and the sunken skull gradually returned to its original state. What's more, the half-gold, half-silver dragon scales have gone one step further under the nourishment of the dragon qi, and it seems to be almost to the point of six transformations.

The Dragon Soul Jade consumed a lot of dragon energy, and its luster gradually dimmed, and it seemed to enter dormancy again. As the power of the dragon soul jade weakened, the golden armor wrestler struggled to move his huge body in the direction of the Qingyang Dragon Jiao.

Qingyang Longjiao glanced at the three Ling Dao people who were about to resume their actions with hatred, as if he wanted to keep the three of them firmly in his heart. Then he shrunk and turned into a streamer of light that broke through the air.

"I didn't expect this dragon soul jade to contain such power in addition to containing great spiritual power. ”

The three Ling Dao people, who had lost their coercion, dispersed the magic circle, and sighed in the direction where Qingyang Longjiao had gone.

Ling Daoren probed the magic weapon bamboo cane that was placed in the Lingtai Zhihai and nourished, shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Old man, I am the most lossy! I didn't find anything on a trip, but I broke my precious green jade staff, and when I go back, I will definitely let the old boy of Yize compensate me for hundreds of jars of good wine!"

Seeing Ling Daoren's deceitful appearance, Yixian Daoist and Yiyuan Daoist were not surprised. An idle Taoist asked with a little curiosity about the talented Qingyang Dragon Jiao:

"How did Brother Ling Dao get into contact with these Five Transformations Dragon Jiao? I and Senior Brother Yiyuan came in a hurry, I don't know what was going on! And the dragon power just now was so pure, it didn't quite look like the handiwork of the Five Transformations Dragon Jiao. ”

"Well, you ask the old man how the old man knows. If the old man knew that there were these five dragon dragons, how could he still touch this moldy head, you said yes?"

Ling Daoren saw that Yixian and Yiyuan didn't know anything about the matter of the Dragon Soul Jade, so he sloppily and changed the topic and said: "The birth of the Five Transformations Dragon Jiao is not trivial, if you don't get it right, you will make a big mess, let's go back and discuss countermeasures with the old boy Yize." ”

Yixian and Yiyuan nodded, and also felt that this matter was not trivial. The three of them didn't stop at the moment, and hurried back to the Hongmeng Academy.

Hongmeng School Palace, outside the Daozang Palace.

"Tong'er, what about the master? Go in and report it, and say that the old man has something important to discuss with him. As soon as Ling Daoren returned to the Hongmeng School Palace, he immediately came to the usual retreat place of Yize Daoren, and called the Taoist boy who lived outside the temple gate on duty to instruct.

"Senior Uncle Ling, the head of the sect has left for Bai Yujing a few days ago. Leave an edict saying that if there is something important to decide, the uncles can discuss and act, and there is no need to wait for him to return. Dao Tong bowed to Ling Daoren and said politely.

Obviously, he could feel that the breath of Ichisawa Daoist was in this hidden hall, why did this boy say that he had left for Bai Yujing a few days ago? Could it be that there was something strange?

Ling Daoren nodded unwaveringly in front of Dao Tong's face, and left quietly. But in his heart, he was thinking about how to enter this hidden hall to find out.