In front of the Chaoyin Tower, the corpse was cut off, like a hell of life, Yang Lin stole the spiritual weapon, and the demon pill beast body was also carried out secretly, and Ying Long's appearance was a little evil.

Dragging the heavy and very huge dragon body, walking back and forth among a group of cultivators who were about to die, where they passed, there was no longer a shadow demon body, so that the people who were still alive around didn't know whether to be glad that they were still alive, or sigh why they were still alive at this time, and they would be swallowed alive by the dragon beast for a while without the strength to resist.

"Yang Lin, this time, who else will help you escape, the stone of the moon above your head? You think it's safe to hide in this pile of rotten meat, and the next bite will be you, haha!"

Ying Long smiled proudly, and a one-eyed figure struggled to find the hateful figure in the crowd, but after looking for a long time, he didn't find anything suspicious.

The blood flowed between the pieces of flesh, and if it wanted to flow, it must be extremely slow, and a small black snake that twisted and twisted, as if it couldn't stand the blood, although it seemed to swim slowly into the river, but among these mostly static corpses, it was particularly eye-catching.

Walking along the river to the square, eating, Ying Long also noticed a small black snake at his feet, but it was too weak to arouse Ying Long's slightest interest.

But since you find it, then step on it, it's all about passing the time, anyway, there is so much blood food, although it is delicious, but it is still a little bit more interesting.

Ying Long casually turned his body to the side, and a sharp claw was slightly raised, stepping heavily towards the little black snake that had turned extremely quickly, and even Ying Long had already felt the scene of a cavity of snake blood being squeezed out of the head of the small black snake.

The snake body, which should have been extremely soft and tender, suddenly turned into a round shell at this time, and Ying Long's proud foot happened to step on the top of the round shell.

Under the bulky body, a seemingly random kick was suddenly raised a few points, and the seven sharp thorns protruding from the turtle shell did not pierce Ying Long's hard dragon claws, but they also made Ying Long feel a tingling pain under the claws.

After absorbing the pile of flesh and blood in front of him, Ying Long turned his head in surprise, and found that this side was still blind, and once again laboriously turned the twisted and deformed mind, looking at the round shell under his feet.

The surrounding blood was stained, and the round shell was exceptionally clean except for the blood marks and a few tiny cracks left on it just now.

With his sharp claws, he stepped on the turtle shell with spikes again, and only pressed the turtle shell into the dirt for a few points, but there was no sound of stabbing the broken shell, Ying Long couldn't help but turn around, ready to take a closer look, this strange turtle shell, a turtle shell that can withstand the strong pressure of his own cultivation in the realm of darkness without breaking.

Suddenly, the turtle shell between the eyes swelled outward a few points, the halo flickered out of thin air, and under the turtle shell, a curly human figure suddenly opened, and a seemingly familiar face reflexively retreated, and a round ice hockey ball in his hand hit casually.

Although the face had turned his head and fled to the river, the puck was very familiar, and once a man used the same puck with a shiny silver nail in it and seriously injured himself.

With a fierce roar, Ying Long didn't hold it back, a strong dragon breath blew away the ice ball that had flown in front of him, and the bulky body slammed forward, and the front paws slanted from behind to draw a strong blade wind towards the fleeing figure.

Ying Long, who has cultivated in the Void Realm, thinks that below the god of transformation, no one can block this powerful blow head-on, and even at such a close distance, it is impossible to even dodge. The hateful figure not far in front of him, only the cultivation of the late Yuan Infant, under the blade wind, there was only one way to be torn apart.

But it's a pity that he didn't torture this hateful person to make him die so happily, but looking at Yang Lin's frightened expression before he died, Ying Long was also secretly proud, and he didn't use the big to suppress the small, and trapped Yang Lin with spiritual pressure first, and then killed him with one blow.

Yang Lin also secretly complained to himself, thinking of turning into a black jade snake and escaping quietly, but he didn't want Ying Long to use that giant claw to step on it, under Ying Long's huge body, the snake body of that little snake was too small, and there was nowhere to escape, so he only used to turn back into his human body, and used a turtle shield to block the heavy kick, and at the same time exposed his whereabouts.

I didn't think that I could escape smoothly under Ying Long's eyelids, facing the strong blade wind Xilai, Yang Lin was prepared, stretched out his hand and took out a mirror in his arms, which seemed to be a copper mirror that could be bought everywhere on the street, turned around violently, pointed the mirror at the strong wind, and prayed silently in his heart that An Qi was telling the truth this time.

As the feeling of a hard object hitting the mirror came from his hand, Yang Lin couldn't help but be stunned, thinking that no matter how he was, there should be a presence of anti-shock power, and he flew his body up, but at this time, except for a piece of light across the mirror, there was no reaction.

And that powerful blade wind had already counterattacked at this time, and it hit the blind spot of Ying Long, who was also full of surprise.

The sudden change of "Howling ......" made Ying Long exhaust his brain and couldn't imagine that it would be such a result, and the severe pain once again filled the entire head.

For thousands of years, he has lived in seclusion in the Yuelong Stream, and he has always defeated and devoured the enemy, but he has not been seriously injured by the same person twice as in the past two years, and he was extremely seriously injured.

Originally, the dragon eye that was blinded by the broken armor was repaired by mana, and there was already hope of regaining sight, but this time, it was hit again by his own full force, and it was impossible to regain his sight in the future.

Ying Long roared angrily, venting the extremely depressed anger in his heart, he didn't have time to think about how Yang Lin rebounded the powerful blade wind, he just thought about using stronger means to tear Yang Lin apart, tearing it to pieces.

The two front paws were slightly raised, rubbing together, I don't know if it was the scale friction or some hard object, it actually made a snorting sound, but then, Yang Lin had already seen clearly that it was a killing move similar to a vitality bullet, with a hard black shell outside, forcibly sealing countless energy in the shell.

"Die!"

Ying Long's voice suddenly changed, as if a villain had a good will, the wide dragon's mouth skimmed to the side, and smashed the black ball towards Yang Lin with a fierce claw.

The speed of the black ball was extremely fast, and a violent sound resounded on the trajectory of the black ball, and the dark shell seemed to be shiny because of the excessive speed, as if it was about to wear out the case and release the energy inside.

Seeing that Ying Long had a full mana blow this time, Yang Lin's expression became more solemn, and his steps couldn't help but retreat, although he was only about three zhang away from the river, but Yang Lin knew that his speed was no longer comparable to the whistling black ball anyway.

Looking at the mirror in his hand, Yang Lin's heart became firm again, although there was the river in the distance behind him, but Yang Lin was still standing calmly in place, stroking the mirror that had exerted a strong force just now.

An extremely terrifying thought suddenly popped up in my heart, if I could collect the soul of this Ying Dragon in front of me and use it as a mount, it would be a lot of a wind-pulling thing, although this is a one-eyed dragon.

Without panic or timidity, Yang Lin took a step back, raised the mirror in his hand with a solemn face, and aimed at the oncoming black ball, his eyes were full of excitement.

Looking at Yang Lin's calm expression, Ying Long became even more annoyed, a small person cultivator actually dared to despise the powerful Ying Long's big killing move.

In addition to biting the enemy in his mouth and chewing with his fangs, Ying Long believes that this vitality bomb wrapped in dragon scales is by far the second most powerful move.

Not to mention how powerful the compressed Yuan Qi was after exploding, it was the black scale shell, after the explosion, it turned into fragments and scattered in all directions, and it could also kill the cultivators who had cultivated below the Yuan Stage with a single blow.

The black ball had rushed to Yang Lin's approach, and Ying Long's single eye had emitted a faint green light, which was slightly closed, as if he was afraid of being stabbed by some strong light, and his slightly shorter front paws were gently covered in the ears that could not be found at all without careful searching, and the dragon kissed lightly, pretending to be timid.

Tearing through the air in front of him, the black ball slammed headlong into the smooth mirror, and there was no earth-shattering sound as Ying Long imagined, but only a gentle 'wave'.

A halo of light suddenly flashed on the surface of Gupp's mirror, and the black ball seemed to have found a new target, roaring back the same way, faster, the space that had just been torn apart was torn again, and even the sound of the black hole coming from the broken space could be heard.

The dragon's eyes, which had been squinted into a thin line, suddenly opened their eyes and rounded, and the two back wings opened outward with the surprise of nature, Ying Long no longer had the same pleasant expression as he did at the beginning, a huge mouth full of the smell of blood, which could not be closed for a long time.

The power of the black ball, Ying Long knew better than anyone else, and between his breaths, the black ball had already come closer, and in a hurry, the two front paws made a forward push movement, as if he was delusional about pushing the counterattacking black ball out.

It's just that it backfired, and the earth-shattering sound confirmed the horror of Ying Long's blow, only to see that Ying Long's bulky body was like a leaf, easily knocked away by the black ball, and even the nearby corpses and pieces of flesh were scattered and splashed together.

There was no time to scream, Ying Long only felt that the two front paws had disappeared, there was no complete scale armor in front of him, and the large depression made Ying Long feel difficult to breathe, and even flew in mid-air, and felt extremely sharp pain all over his body without moving.

Flying, has been flying upside down in the distance, I don't know how many trees have been broken, how many houses and buildings, and finally crashed into a dilapidated and simple three-story building, hard to bounce to the ground, rolled a few times, the whole dragon body lying on the ground, wheezing hard, and even moving the hind paws is extremely laborious.