After absorbing the essence blood of thousands of barbarians and monsters, the dragon shadow was finally completely condensed, and its eyes slowly opened, and a pair of silver giant eyes were like two bright moons, hanging high in the night sky.

Its gaze was cold and emotionless, and after waking up, it did not look directly in Xiang Yang's direction, but looked up at the sky.

At the moment when it was condensed, a glimmer of light suddenly flickered in the dark night, and the disk swirled like a whirlpool, stirring the inky night.

The whirlpool grew bigger and bigger, and a silver light flashed, and a mighty force of heaven and earth came from it.

"This is an immortal tribulation? This is indeed a fairy, but it hasn't been traversed yet... But the Immortal Tribulation is in the hands of the Heavenly Dao, how does it avoid the Immortal Tribulation?"

At this moment, the sacrificial altars in all places near and far were shining at the same time, and the light and shadow above also flashed, and twenty-seven colored lights pierced the entire night sky, shooting straight forward, nine and nine in one, forming a three-layer light curtain in the air, blocking the golden dragon below.

Before the immortal tribulation took shape, it seemed that it had lost its goal again, and it gradually disappeared.

"I see... In some way, he isolated the detection of the Heavenly Dao consciousness, and most of the time he slept in this sacrificial altar, relying on the sacrifices and offerings of the barbarians to obtain the energy needed to maintain his vitality, and if necessary, he could also temporarily manifest his body by absorbing essence blood. ”

Under Tianyan, Xiang Yang had already figured out the reality in an instant, but the sense of crisis in his heart became stronger and stronger.

"Since the tribulation has not yet been crossed, the realm of this golden dragon's immortal spirit should be between the True Emperor and the Supreme, and it must not be able to exert all its strength, so as not to attract the attention of the Heavenly Dao Consciousness. But even so, an opponent of this level is not something I can fight against today!"

That sense of crisis is getting worse and worse, and the chill in his heart is getting stronger and stronger, Xiang Yang didn't look back after taking a look, and let out a long roar, and an ancestral dragon node exploded directly.

At this time, he had done it with all his might, running up and shaking the mountains, and with each step, his momentum rose by a point, and after ten steps, the whole figure had turned into a black dragon, with the Ruyi stick as the dragon's head, and roared forward.

Although those mad barbarian warriors are not afraid of death, and there are many high-level barbarian kings among them, the difference in physical strength is too big, how can they resist it?

A giant Meng was blocking the front, and the barbarian emperor on its body directly went berserk three times, holding on to an incomparably thick fine copper rod and smashing it down in the air.

This stick is full of momentum, at least it has the power of several mountains, however, it is just a move, the black iron rod is directly bounced away, and the thick stick shadow does not know how high it flies, and in the night, there is no trace of it.

The barbarian emperor's hands shook, the knotted muscles on his arms were also torn, and the blood was dripping, just when he wanted to dodge, a little black light had already surged, and the small half of his body exploded, killing him directly.

After killing the opponent with one move, Xiang Yang didn't want to waste any more time, his body made a mistake, and he slid directly from Jumeng's body, and the stick shadow rose again, and the dozens of barbarian warriors in front of him turned into a blood mist again.

After killing three barbarian emperors in a row, he finally returned to the edge of the camp, and the barbarian warriors in front of him were also a lot more sparse, and a dozen miles ahead, he could break away from the forbidden range of the sacrificial altar.

With Xiang Yang's speed, even if he doesn't use the flying magic weapon, this distance is just tea time.

The movement of the barbarian camp is so big, and the area around the defense line of Beigefeng must have also known that Lei Zhen and other masters have probably come to the rescue, as long as they are out of the forbidden range, they can get out.

With a 'bang', the wishful stick smashed a huge flail back, and a high-level barbarian king who had twice mad was directly smashed by his own weapon, and at the same time, his huge body suddenly exploded, shattering and tearing more than a dozen ordinary barbarian warriors beside him together.

This was the last obstacle, and after slaughtering a few more monsters, Xiang Yang's front was empty, and the bonfire on the defense line of Beige Peak in the distance was already faintly visible.

He breathed a sigh of relief, put away the wishful stick, and like a civet cat, slid into the night, galloping forward, and every time he was far away, the sense of crisis and chill would fade a little.

At this moment, behind him, the golden dragon's gaze finally fell on him, without any warning, without a trace of spell fluctuations, just a faint glance.

Xiang Yang was still running forward, however, running and running, his entire body suddenly had blood mist spurting out everywhere, and a trace of violent tearing sensation followed, but in an instant, he seemed to feel that his entire body was out of control, and such a strong body seemed to be scraped into pieces of fine flesh and blood in a moment...

At this time, in his black hair, a small black light flashed, and his whole person suddenly disappeared, appearing where the golden dragon had just looked at him, intact.

"Inexplicably, I used a chance to substitute for my life?What kind of attack is this?" Xiang Yang was shocked, where else could he care about, and once again burst an ancestral dragon node, and his speed increased by a few points again.

Behind him, there was also a hint of surprise in the eyes of the golden dragon, the insect-like human in the distance was unscathed under its killer weapon?

Such an attack seems to be easy, but the consumption is not small, after one time, its figure faded a little, but the next moment, a dragon roar swept away, and a barbarian warrior suddenly seemed to be instructed by something, with the strange beast beside him, frantically rushed towards the sacrificial altar, and then a trace of essence blood rushed out, and the golden dragon's body condensed again.

Another glance, eight for the mortal body and one for the life...

The golden dragon was completely angry, it was originally a Lijiao of the wild land, the atavistic dragon has been tens of thousands of years, although it has not been tribulated after building the immortal spirit, but it has been worshiped as a god by the barbarians for countless years, and its cultivation is still increasing day by day.

What's more, in tens of thousands of years of subtle transformation, it has already really regarded itself as a god, if it is not for the way of heaven, it may not be afraid of the supreme of human beings, and it can't kill an ant at this time?

The most important thing is that there is also a strange smell on the ant's body, which makes its blood swell, and it is definitely not to be missed!

Its huge body rose up, and there were golden rays flashing in its eyes, and after a while, two dragon-shaped rays of light shot straight out, and in an instant, it crossed a distance of more than ten miles, and wound towards Xiang Yang.

Their attack methods were so strange that they were transformed endlessly between the virtual and the real, and a trace of golden light directly entered the body, wrapping every inch of skin, every muscle, and every bone on Xiang Yang's body tightly, and then began to strangle.

"It's very similar to the attack just now, but the power is a little worse, why is that...?" Xiang Yang only had time to have a thought in his heart, and he had already taken his place again.

It didn't take long for him to know why.

Unlike Fang Cai's one-time attack, these two dragon-shaped rays seemed to have life, and when he appeared in his place, they would be twisted again.

Once, twice, three times...