The 500-zhang turquoise water curtain and the four pillars of flesh that are like Mount Tai will pour are-for-tat.

"Bang!"

The earth-shattering sound of the impact made the eyelids of the people watching from afar on the Fu Boat tremble.

The seemingly weak thin water curtain did not collapse at the touch of imagination, but a few pillars of flesh bombarded with the overwhelming momentum of Mount Tai became full of holes, and it turned out that the water curtain was mixed with a huge amount of pure sword qi, and the water curtain was like a hedgehog, the roots were sharp, and the fishy blood slowly flowed along the sword qi spikes, and a vague sound of anger and corruption could be vaguely heard in Zhang Ju's body.

The water curtain cracked, and the dense ice cracks like cobwebs spread out in an instant, and a dazzling golden light emanated from the cracks, as if something was brewing inside.

Many monks on the Fu Boat stretched their necks to look, only to see the 500-zhang water curtain shattering inch by inch like an eggshell, and a pure dragon chant that resounded throughout the entire Luo Yu Mountain shattered the sky, and there was a hundred-zhang divine dragon with golden scales and golden armor soaring into the sky!

"This is a dragon? This can't be! That kid is actually a dragon relic?!"

Immediately, a monk shouted out in disbelief on the blessed boat.

As the Northern Ghost Emperor, Yao Chong, the loyal prime minister in front of him, frowned slightly.

The dragon clan, an ancient race that can be said to be above the top of the pyramid of the demon realm and the immortal realm, has a long history so long that it is almost impossible to trace the historical source, and there are tombs such as the dragon mound that can be free from the laws of heaven and earth in the Huangquan realm, and the dragon clan has never been seen in the Huangquan realm before.

Lin Zhenjiang's eyes flickered, watching the dragon swing its tail in the hot sun, and the fists hanging on both sides clenched and released several times, and so on.

The corners of the mink-covered young woman's mouth curled, and for some reason there was inexplicable affection in her heart, how to look at a few freckles on her still green face, revealing joy in both horizontal and vertical directions.

The witchcraft method is unpredictable, and it is feared by the monks of ordinary schools, but it is also the most feared of such a masculine and rigid power. The short boy who came out of the Coffin Mountain Ridge was shocked and angry, and now asked him to bow his head and admit his defeat in front of the hundreds of heads and faces in the Luo Yu Mountain area, wouldn't the prestige of the Coffin Mountain Ridge for many years be destroyed in his hands today?

Pipe dream!

The coffin boy looked up to the sky and roared, the green tendons that burst out like a dragon suddenly exploded, blood covered his hideous face, and the blood mist on the surface of the mountain-like chapter giant body rose, and the eight tentacles each danced out of the supernatural possession, and the sound was terrible, and they collided head-on with the mighty golden dragon.

A sarcastic look flashed in the eyes of the divine dragon, whose body was already as large as Zhang Ju, and the two dragon claws met the two pillars of flesh, tearing them into two or three without any suspense. Seeing that the coffin boy in Zhang Ju's body was still full of crazy expressions, the dragon kiss opened, and the hot and mighty dragon breath of the Dao Dao rolled like golden soup in the dragon kiss, aiming at Zhang Ju's body, and the dragon clan's divine power poured down impressively!

The dragon clan turned into a divine realm - Huang Yan Strike.

The dragon's breath was like a note, spraying on Zhang Ju's body, and the unimaginably hot and domineering high temperature evaporated the mucus of Zhang Ju's protective body in an instant, and Zhang Ju, who was standing on the lake of the gods, became scorched black, and the golden dragon spit out a few mouthfuls of dragon breath one after another, and it really completely roasted the overlord Zhang Ju who was once in the sea of sorrow!

The two flavors of corruption and meat aroma are mixed together, and the indescribable strange smell is unpleasant, and hundreds of Qingfeng techniques are suddenly played out on the lucky boat, which is very spectacular.

At the top of Luo Yu Mountain, the young ghost emperor looked at the Yu Shen Lake intently.

Under the scorching gaze of the cultivators, the golden divine dragon roaming the sky became smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye, until it returned to its original appearance of white robe and black hair.

It's not that Chang Xi doesn't want to maintain the demonized state of the divine dragon, but the consumption of spiritual power in the demonized state is too amazing, and those stores in his spiritual sea are really a drop in the bucket, if he doesn't have the ability to "borrow" from all things in heaven and earth, I'm afraid he won't even be able to spit out the next few mouthfuls of dragon breath, but in fact, it is also because the water vapor on the lake is abundant, and the two spiritual energies of fire and thunder are scarce, otherwise he can hold on for a while.

The coffin boy fled into the air in embarrassment, his sleeves empty, watching Zhang Ju, who was already charred, and his arms that had not had time to withdraw collapsed, and his heart was so painful that he was dripping blood.

It took countless manpower, material and financial resources to successfully hunt and kill this Zhang Ju in the late stage of the Transformation God Realm in the Sea of Sorrow, and with the help of this Zhang Ju's living puppet, he could have swept away the major powers, but who would have thought that he would be defeated in the first battle.

Seeing that the golden divine dragon no longer existed, the damn boy who descended from mid-air was reluctant to use even half a wisp of spiritual power to slow down, and the resentful coffin boy was unwilling to suffer heavy losses, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and his face turned a little paler, and he bit the tip of his tongue and used the secret technique of essence blood urging.

A long remnant of blood mist dragged out from behind the coffin, and it only took a few blinks of an eye to flash above Chang Xi's head.

The hanging sleeve on the side of the coffin boy swelled again, and a piece of bone stubble burst out from the blood-drenched severed arm, and the bone stubble rose against the storm, turning into eight spear thorns that were even bigger than his body, and stabbed down at Chang Xi's head.

Chang Xi raised his head, indifferent, and looked straight at this famous house of the Coffin Mountain Ridge, which was already in a state of anger.

The coffin boy noticed an indescribable abnormality, and the white bone spear stabbed him imperceptibly, and he suddenly did not dare to risk his life again.

But just as he was about to withdraw his attack, ready to distance himself and perform some other sorcery entanglements, he saw a smile on the corner of this guy's mouth that had succeeded in his plan.

"Don't miss the opportunity, time is not waiting for me!"

Immediately, the coffin boy who intuitively thought it was an empty city plan stabbed down again!

When the white bone spear stab really touched the skin of Chang Xi's forehead, the coffin boy couldn't hold back the ecstasy in his heart, and then the cold qi on his arm surged, I am afraid that he used all the energy saved by eating milk when he was a child At this time, Sen Ran's spear stab had already penetrated into the depth of a small half of his nails at this moment.

But it's just a small half of a fingernail away, and it's still too far from death.

The white bone spear thorn could not penetrate a single bit, and the feeling coming from the tip of the spear was no longer like skin and flesh, but like the hardest gold and iron in the world, the cold on the soles of the coffin boy's feet rushed straight to the heavenly spirit cover, and he did not hesitate to break the wrist of the strong man twice in a row on the same day, and he was eager to retreat.

Chang Xi's eyes, which were dazzling with a dazzling glazed forehead, did not fluctuate, and his arms, which were also glazed, reached out, grabbed the coffin, and only gently pulled and tore it.

He divided the corpse of the coffin boy on the lake of the gods, and poured hot blood in the air.

Seeing the coffin being torn in two, and the sound of gasping cold air on the three fortune boats was far greater than that of Zhang Ju when he collapsed, many monks and even the heroes of all parties got up in shock, until the two bodies fell into the lake, and they still couldn't believe what they saw with their own eyes.

The coffin boy who is a famous person in the Coffin Mountain Ridge is not a cat and dog that can be seen everywhere on the street, how many years have he been powerful, and now he is dead like this?!