The monks in the chariot began to chant incantations with the dragon clan, each person's divine consciousness power is different, under the effect of the formation, the incantation recited by these monks, and the dragon monks on the chariot quickly overlapped, forming strange syllables, and the seven dragon monks chanted together, bursting out with seven short sounds.

The monks who were thrown into battle turned into clouds of blood mist, but most of them still survived.

The spell was completed, and the blood mist formed seven huge dragon spells in the air, merging together to exude endless brilliance. As if a sun was born, the newly emerged dragons above grabbed the surviving monks with a wave of their hands and sent them into his war space.

He originally sent monks in their early 5,000s, but in one battle, more than 2,000 died.

Ye Ting silently calculated that the more than 2,000 monks who died had killed almost fifteen times as many enemies.

The monks have an absolute advantage in the face of the fallen gods, and if the dragons release all the monks in the chariot, they can almost win this victory. It's just that more people will die that way, at least starting with 100,000.

The dragon clan sacrificed two thousand monks, allowing the light of this rune in front of him to illuminate the earth, almost all the fallen gods were shrouded in it, and the voice of the dragon clan monk resounded in the sky.

Ye Ting understood their ultimate will to condense the runes, and there were only two words-ruin.

Do you do what you say?

Ye Ting was glad that his Taixu Divine Mirror had recorded a qiē, which could deeply analyze the meaning of these two dragon runes. In the future, if you encounter an enemy with this ability, you may be able to save your own life.

The shock wave spread out in all directions, and only a few people could see this scene, and those fallen gods fell one after another under the ruined mantra, and their lives were drained.

Ye Ting also understood the tactics of the dragon clan cultivators at this time, and these seven chariots smashed into the middle of the enemy. Create a safe area and throw the monks preparing the blood sacrifice into it.

Then the dragon monk launched the destruction of the mantra, and the battle was over.

There were also quite a few survivors of the Fallen Protoss, and the seven chariots were scattered and slaughtered in all directions. The Fallen Protoss had no intention of fleeing, and they surrounded them. Repeatedly assault the dragon's chariot.

The battle was no longer that complicated, and the number of Fallen Protoss was no longer enough to threaten the Dragon Monks. In the chariot space, the dragon monk commanded the summoned monk to urge the true qi and input it into the formation, and the chariot began to release spell attacks.

The Fallen Protoss has extremely low resistance to spells, and even the spells of the Foundation Cultivators can cause them great damage.

Then again, the monks summoned by the dragon clan this time were quite a lot, and only two thousand were sacrificed. It's not brutal either. I'm afraid this is the reason why the dragons can maintain their rule, and the number of monks who die in each war is not too much. The normal way of playing is more deadly and wounded.

This kind of direct sacrifice, the method of blood sacrifice to the monks, reduced the mortality rate to the limit, but the two thousand monks were really helpless, they didn't have any choice.

The chariots of the dragons galloped back and forth, never stopping somewhere, and the fallen gods swarmed up. But it can't always form a real siege. The armor on the dragons is excellent, but the number of fallen gods is still huge. There will inevitably be times when you get hurt. The speed at which the wounds on the dragon monk's body heal is amazing, and in less than a breath, no matter what kind of injury can be closed and repaired, allowing the dragon monk to maintain the highest combat effectiveness.

If you want to capture the dragon clan, you really don't know how thick it is. I want to catch such a dragon. You have to have the strength of Elder Lan to have hope.

Suddenly, the dragon clan chief in the sky roared, and silver light burst out from his body, spilling towards the battlefield. Ye Ting heard a hint of urgency in the long howl.

In the distant sky, a powerful coercion struck, as if the sea was pouring in. Leisurely.

Rumble!

Seven chariots were smashed to the ground, and only the dragon was still flying in the sky. A figure flew from beyond the horizon, with the sound of an explosion in the air, thundering.

Through the chariot, the figure was blurred like a cloud of mist. Everyone couldn't see the true appearance of this figure, he had the height of a normal human being, only a little taller than Ye Ting, and the rest couldn't see anything.

The vague shadow confronted the dragon clan in the sky, and the dragon monk had a straight long knife in each hand, and the sword body was close to two zhang exuding a strange aura, as if he was absorbing the resentment between heaven and earth.

The lives that died on the battlefield were repeatedly cursing the dragon monks, but they were quickly absorbed by these two long knives.

Blade of Resentment!

The dragon clan is indeed a strong race, chariots, blood sacrifices, and dragon weapons, all of which have opened Ye Ting's eyes.

The Taixu Divine Mirror was also unable to see the flying enemy clearly because of the chariot, and above the sky, the dragon monk held the sword in both hands and said to the fallen god in front of him: "Give up this star." ”

"Dream, this is our last home!"

"You can choose to surrender, or I will kill you all and sacrifice your souls to the dragon god. ”

"Hehe, my clan has 400 billion people, can you kill them all?"

The dragon clan in the sky said proudly: "When the dragon god comes, even if it is a hundred times this, it can be killed." I am giving you this choice now, so that you can surrender, and you can ensure the continuation of your race. ”

"Do you want to be your slave and continue your foreign war?"

"What's wrong with that? our dragon clan is scarce, and in the end, these worlds are occupied by slaves like you, nominally subjugated, what loss do you have?"

"Haha! What do we have to lose? The betrayal of the demon god back then made us lose the possibility of eternal life and were imprisoned on this star. We have paid the price and will never surrender to anyone again. ”

"It's stubborn, okay......"

The dragon monk's two knives were staggered, and he pushed forward, and the red light emitted from the two knives formed a series of interlaced runes, like scissors, towards the fallen gods in front of him.

There were only two of them left in the sky, and the dragon chariot on the ground restarted, fighting with the fallen gods who had fallen to the ground.

This is only a small battlefield, on the stars, more dragon chariots and endless fallen gods fighting, the dragon clan is an invader, there are not many of them, but so far, not a single dragon monk has been killed in battle.

What's more, the monks enslaved by the dragon clan, it seems that only Ye Ting is from this world.

In other words, the dragons may occupy more than one star, otherwise they would not be able to provide such a large number of monks.

Nagarjuna was right next to Ye Ting, and she didn't say a word to cooperate with the dragon monk's order, she didn't even raise her eyelids, she just half-closed her eyes.

Ye Ting stopped thinking, but she was quite looking forward to capturing a dragon clan and becoming a slave.

There are nine nests around the demonic space, and if a creature with strong combat power such as the dragon clan can enslave one, her own combat power can be doubled.

Long Bodhi, a demon race, enslaves other living beings almost instinctively, and it is almost never the case that Nagarjuna fights desperately on his own. There is also a reason why she is timid, such a natural ability makes Long Bodhi not need to fight by himself at all.

Not to mention the dragon clan, the powerful dragon Bodhi can enslave even gods and immortals.

The enslaved beings are willingly worshipping Nagarjuna as their master, their own qiē, the supreme being. Now in Nagarjuna's lair, the queen ant has begun to create soldier ants to provide Nagarjuna with strength.

At the beginning of the birth of this soldier ant, it has the strength close to the big demon, and when it gives birth to wings, it is equivalent to the golden pill of human beings, and after all the armor is grown, it is almost like Nagarjuna. When all its demon patterns grow, it will take a hundred years, and Nagarjuna doesn't know what kind of strength it will have.

This is the first soldier ant, and the soldier ants bred later are not so strong, but the investment is also very small.

With her innate ability, Nagarjuna could enslave nine races to serve her as long as she could afford it. And these races, who live in the nests she provides, will never betray.

The dragon clan became the target of Nagarjuna. It is impossible to breed too many warriors in the nests, but the races born in these nests, if they are released outside, the offspring born will obey Nagarjuna's orders.

Yang Mei lowered his head and sneered.

The dragon clan is really arrogant, but this group of dragon clans is going to be unlucky, those monks who control zhì by themselves have already infiltrated their own power, and all seven dragon warriors have been hit.

I just need to wait slowly, see which one is unlucky, and break out first, and the ghost talismans in the bodies of the other six dragon monks will all explode and concentrate on one dragon monk.

The dragon monks who can control the chariot are all the elite of the elite, and the death of one is a huge loss for the dragon clan.

As long as one dies, the last of your imps will grow up, and then give birth to your first magic weapon. The Six Paths of Heavenly Machines can cultivate six magic weapons, so she didn't practice the Ten Ways of Going to the Door.

The cumbersome process of the Six Paths of the Heavenly Machine itself is many times more complicated than Ye Ting's Ten Methods of Going to the Door. Cultivating magic weapons is also extremely difficult, but I didn't expect to get a breakthrough in the dragon clan.

If it weren't for that, she wouldn't have sacrificed her twenty monks.

The battle in the sky was extremely fierce, the Fallen Protoss was good at hand-to-hand combat, the Dragon Clan's double knives were extremely sharp, and the mist around the Fallen Protoss's body was cut by the double knives, and it was impossible to bridge.

Ye Tingtong guò too void god mirror, can only see more and more gaps in the mist, almost half an hour later, the dragon clan monk's double knife was released, lightning staggered cutting, and then he fit and pounced, grabbed the wound in the abdomen of the fallen god clan with both hands, and tore it hard.

The entire sky turned red, and the Fallen Protoss powerhouse was torn to pieces by him.

On the dragon chariot, the commander quickly changed the password, and the chariot fled into the distance, the red pressed down from the sky, the flames on the earth were extinguished, and the ground began to corrode, turning into gray-black mud.

The dragon monk in the sky screamed in horror, and his hands were gone. Such an injury was not difficult for him to repair, but a trace of blood-red aura had invaded his body, and his internal organs were rapidly dissolving. (To be continued......) R1292