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Zulong Jiuzi looked at Li Qingming with a look of ecstasy, and kowtowed: "Thank you bixia for that!"

The old dragon king of Ao Guang looked ugly, thinking that he was the patriarch of the dragon clan, and he couldn't even control the nine mongrel dragons, so where could he put his face! Although this ancestral dragon nine sons were not only his elders, but also the rebellion of the dragon clan.

"Er, you really don't want to be a son of man!" Ao Guangqi's beard and hair were all open, and the horns were as beautiful as coral, glowing with pale blue brilliance.

Ancestral Dragon Jiuzi glanced at Ao Guang coldly, but did not speak.

However, Li Qingming was very unaccustomed to Ao Guang's style, so he turned his head and said to the demon clans who came with him: "Let me kill me, I want to slaughter the dragon clan." Let this East China Sea become a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and lonely souls are everywhere!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The demons were excited, and their fighting spirit was proud. Sacrificed their respective magic weapons and rushed violently to the camp of the dragon clan.

Ao Guang's face suddenly changed drastically, and he roared madly: "Li Qingming, the killing is too much! You, you, aren't you afraid of being punished by heaven?"

Li Qingming didn't even feel comfortable looking at him now, and said in his heart: "The demon clan's recovery of the four seas is due to fate! Even if the dragon clan and the demon clan die more monks, it will not be counted on my head Li Qingming." Besides, you are a quasi-saint master, you can't even see through this bit of heavenly opportunity, and you still cultivate a fart way!"

Li Qingming fortunately didn't take care of the brainless Dragon King of the East China Sea, and set up a large array around himself and the sons of the nine ancestral dragons, and began to prepare to uproot the ancestral dragon bloodline of the Nine Dragons and purify the maternal bloodline of the Nine Dragons.

"Whoosh!"

After placing everything, the Qiankun Ding, which was full of the qi of creation, flew out of Li Qingming's sea space. landed and turned into a person, as if this person was printed in a mold with Li Qingming. The difference is that this person is wearing a navy blue robe, and there is a giant tripod embroidered on the robe, and the mountains, rivers, flowers, birds, fish and insects on the tripod are lifelike.

"Poor Dao has seen the deity!" That's right, this Dao person is the self-corpse of one of Li Qingming's three corpses, Qianyao, Xiaoyao Daoist!

Li Qingming saw that the Taoist saluted him, and hurriedly returned the salute, saying, "This time I troubled Daoist!"

"It's okay! You and I are one, why be so polite!" After a while, the carefree Taoist said to Li Qingming with a happy face: "Daoyou, these nine Daoists are really our lucky stars!"

Li Qingming was puzzled: "What do you mean by this?"

"Fellow Daoist, some time ago, when the poor Dao was wandering in the wilderness, he took the copper of Shouyang Mountain and refined nine bronze giant tripods! These nine tripods are arranged according to the nine palaces, namely Qianyin, Kunyang, Duijin, Zhenmu, Kanshui, Lihuo, Gentu, Xunfeng, and Zhongchao!"

"The poor Dao refined the Jiuding, but never found a suitable spiritual object, put it into the Jiuding, and helped the spiritual treasure to form! And these nine Taoist friends, there are precisely the representatives of yin, yang, metal, wood, water, fire, earth and wind, and the most rare chaotic spirit! If these spiritual objects are extracted and poured into Jiuding, this treasure can be promoted!"

"This is the reason why the poor Dao summoned Dao friends!" Li Qingming heard that if everything went well, he would not only be able to get nine loyal Yasheng subordinates, but also nine top-grade spiritual treasures, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?

The people of Xiaoyao Dao are also a little happy. Only the nine sons of the ancestral dragon who knelt on one knee and in the void were watching back and forth in confusion, not knowing what the two of them were talking about!

"So, let's get started!" laughed insolently for a long time, and the carefree Taoist looked at Li Qingmingdao.

Li Qingming nodded slightly, and said sharply to the Ancestral Dragon Nine Sons: "I will ask you to wait again! Have you ever thought about it?"

Jiulongzi nodded solemnly, his eyes full of determination.

"Okay! Then I will begin!" Li Qingming nodded with a light wave, and with a light wave of his big hand, a series of nine green and mist-like creation qi floated out along Li Qingming's thug, and each merged into Jiulongzi's body.

I don't know what this breath of creation is for. However, a quarter of an hour later, the effects of the Qi of Creation were revealed.

When Jiulongzi entered his body, he only felt a slight cool qi pouring into his blood. The youngest Jiaotu was even born comfortably, like eating ginseng fruit, with 36,000 pores all over his body, and there was no one who was not happy.

However, this comfort was soon replaced by an endless burning sensation, a feeling that seemed to hurt into the bone marrow, and the sons of the other strong ancestral dragons almost fainted.

"Ang...... Moo...... Roar!"

With nine soul-shaking roars, the nine sons of the ancestral dragon each turned into prototypes. One by one, the monstrous and terrifying giant beasts lay on their stomachs in the void, the muscles of their bodies spasmed, and their bones rubbed against each other, "creaking, creaking"!

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Nine long rivers of red mixed with various colors of luster cross the sky, as if they existed. The sound of "whooshing" waves resounded in the sky with the rush of the long river.

Li Qingming raised his eyes to look at the nine long rivers, trying to find that unusual trace of colored blood.

This red blood, although it exudes a glimmer of light, is not dazzling. The brilliance of the flow of the Tao directly penetrates the heart and lungs.

Looking at those inconspicuous colored blood, the breath is majestic and majestic, and there is a trace of tyranny in it, which makes people feel like they are facing a fierce beast at a glance.

"The deity, it's these colored bloods. In these bloods, I also felt the power of strong luck. As long as all these blood are extracted, then the nine tripods will be completed!"

"Okay!" Li Qingming said with a slight bow.

"Transform!"

Li Qingming and the Xiaoyao Daoist moved almost at the same time, and waved their big hands again. The rich jade qi came out of the body, turned into silk threads, and circled straight towards the nine strands of blood that exuded a faint luster!

As if predicting the coming crisis, the nine bloodlines beat violently. The originally dim bloodline suddenly bloomed, making people feel an inexplicable shock.

The cyan ropes were firmly tied to the nine bloodlines. The nine bloodlines frantically shook their bodies, slowly turning into nine nine-clawed dragons with teeth and claws.

"Out"

Nine large tripods with blue bodies suddenly appeared in the sky. On the top of the nine giant tripods, carved with flowers, birds, insects and fish, it is like a miniature version of the Qiankun Ding.

The cyan rope pulled the nine colorful dragons and rushed towards Jiuding. The nine divine dragons struggled more and more violently, and they were about to escape the lock of the blue rope.

"Fellow Daoist, use Qiankun Ding quickly!" Li Qingming's face was a little anxious, and fine sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Lock me!" The Xiaoyao Daoist nodded, and the huge Qiankun Ding rushed into the sky, and wisps of creative qi overflowed from the ding, wrapping itself around the cyan rope.

"Ang!" the rope tightened suddenly, and the nine colored dragons roared in pain.

In an instant, in the depths of the sky, the clouds and mist suddenly dispersed, and many stars appeared, these stars were densely packed, like a whirlpool of stars. The power of the endless stars rushed madly into the nine great tripods.

"Whoosh!"

Finally, the nine divine dragons were pulled into the Great Ding by Qing Suo, and the entire void seemed to be bright. The restless Dading was beating violently, exuding a thousand feet of green light.

Nine strips of red blood that were originally rushing like a long river, but at this moment, they were calm, making people feel as if they were in a secluded mountain valley.

"Boom!"

Dading slowly overflowed with cyan mist, and Dading suddenly became very calm, without any movement, and there was no sign of rage. These mist threads flow on the body surface of the nine big dings, like a warm spring breeze, like a gentle massage, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

Half an hour later, the cyan fog dissipated.

"Ang...... Moo...... Roar!"

On the nine big tripods that restored the simple color, the flowers, birds, insects and fish all disappeared without a trace, and the hideous and terrifying giant beasts emerged on the four walls of the giant tripod.

At this moment, the huge Dingkou each flew out a giant image of the Nine Sons of the Dragon Ancestor! These images raised their heads to the sky and roared wildly, as if announcing their existence to the world.

The carefree Taoist looked at Jiuding with a happy face and said, "It's finally done!"