The dragon's claw penetrated Baimon's alchemy way, and continued to suppress it like a bamboo, wanting to kill Baimeng on the spot!

The instrument of the Tao has a spirit, and it feels the crisis of Baimon, and it bursts out of the golden light that rushes to the sky on the spot, dazzling the sky and the earth, and people dare not look at it directly.

This golden treasure chest contains merit, it is the most mysterious one in the world, it is a merit spirit treasure that has been baptized and tempered by the merit baptism of the world when Bai Meng was sanctified, although it is not a top-level innate spirit treasure, but to a certain extent, it is also comparable to a top-level innate spirit treasure.

"Click... Click..."

Although the amount of merit contained in this instrument of enlightenment was among the best among the saints of the time, in front of the twelve-clawed golden dragon of the Turk Dynasty, this little bit of merit was really not enough.

The twelve-clawed qi luck golden dragon was domineering, it continued to suppress it strongly, and this Dao weapon only struggled slightly for a few breaths, and several cracks appeared in time, shocking!

"Youchao, do you really want to put this saint to death?!"

Baimeng's eyes were red, and he yelled at Youchao, his path to sanctification cracked, which made his heart bleed. Now, even his preaching vessel has cracked, how can he not go crazy when he has suffered such a huge loss this time?

"Anyone who offends me in the Turk world can be described as an enemy, and he should be punished!"

Youchao didn't talk any nonsense with Baimeng at all, he swiped his hands again, and a large amount of Dao vented out, directly blessed into the big void nest suspended above Baimeng's head.

"Hum... Hum..."

The great nest of the void is suppressed down, and the majestic power of the Dao is falling down, and thousands of Dao are as heavy as Mount Tai, with an unrivaled momentum, majestic and earth-shattering!

In the face of the most severe moment since his sanctification, the Great Lair of the Void was suppressed, and the Texk Dynasty's twelve-clawed luck golden dragon dragon Wei He was crushed down!

"No, Lord Baimon is one of the four great saints of my Solomon, how can he fall like this?!" one of the pillars began to roar, he didn't want to believe what was in front of him, he couldn't believe it.

"It's not true, Bai Meng is a dignified alchemy saint, and he is actually in a desperate situation...... "There is a demon with hollow eyes, as if his soul has been pumped by something, and the whole person is lifeless, like a dead corpse.

In the face of these two lore attacks, not only Baimon, but almost all the demons who set out from the Solomonic Dynasty to follow Baimon's footsteps understand that this is a dead end, and there is basically no possibility of survival...

Baimon was one of the four Fortune Pilgrims of the Solomonic Dynasty, the spiritual pillar of the demon army, and he was also the commander of the expedition against the Turk Dynasty. All the demon armies couldn't believe what the outcome of this conquest would have been if something had happened to Baimon...

The twelve-clawed golden dragon volleys one claw, unstoppable!

"Come on!"

Bai Meng suddenly stretched out his right hand and pointed to the sky and shouted, his eyes were like torches, and there was a golden light flashing in the depths of his pupils, like two blazing divine lights, which could burn the heavens and the earth.

Airplanes... Airplanes... Airplanes...

The entire Turk world began to shake violently, and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi that spread across the heavens and the earth was extremely chaotic at this moment. Streams of mysterious energy between heaven and earth slowly took shape, and after a while, there was a momentum that condensed out, looking at all directions.

A saint can control the power of heaven and earth, and use the power to create power, which is a means after sanctification, and should not be underestimated.

The power of heaven and earth is mysterious, can be displayed in the world of civilization system, and can also be displayed in the Hongmeng starry sky, there are no taboos, and it is a prominent sign of being a saint, because only the saints of the world can hook up the power of heaven and earth only for its use.

"How can this place be the Hongmeng Starry Sky? Is it the territory of your Solomon Dynasty?

A saint can move the power of heaven and earth to bless his body, so as to create power by taking advantage of the situation, but in some places, it is obvious that even a saint cannot touch the power of heaven and earth at will. One of them is the mysterious place of the Taixu level, which is called the forbidden area of life, and the formation of this kind of mysterious place is too mysterious and mysterious, under normal circumstances, no living creature can survive, and even the saints dare not exist in it for a long time, let alone hook the momentum of heaven and earth.

The second is to transcend from the world of civilization system to the world of Yun Dynasty, because the existence of Yun Dynasty has involved a mysterious realm that even the Chaos God wants to explore-Days. The number of days includes a fixed number, the mandate of heaven and the will of heaven, and none of them can be touched by saints at will.

There is currently only one Turk world under the jurisdiction of the Turk Dynasty, and as the Heavenly Emperor of the Turk Dynasty, the Chao clan is qualified to order all the rules, laws, order, and Taoism of the entire Turk World to sever the connection with Baimeng.

"This saint is created by the essence blood of the god of the underworld, and he is the son of the god of the world, and you are a humble human ancestor who should look up to this saint!"

Baimeng suddenly raised his right foot and stepped hard, and the nine-colored saint altar holding Baimeng suddenly burst out with a fierce nine-colored divine light, bright and misty, and a mysterious qi machine rose up directly, enveloping Baimeng tightly.

At this moment, Bai Meng's eyes were cold, his feet were on the nine-colored altar, his blood was constantly tumbling, his flesh and blood were constantly colliding, there was a shocking sound of waves crashing on the shore, and the power of the saint's origin was being implemented, and finally rushed into the sky from his heavenly spirit.

"Ang !!"

A dragon roar swept through the nine heavens, and a four-clawed golden dragon rose from Baimeng's body, the golden light shimmered, the scales were cold, the head was raised and the eyes were angry, and it was extremely powerful!

In the Yunchao system, the rank of a civil and military official can be cultivated by 100,000 times, and at the same time, it is protected by the golden dragon of Yunchao.

Saints do not need to go to the Chengdao Hall to serve as a martial artist, nor do they need to go to the Houyun Palace to serve as the head of the Sect Leader Zhen Palace, just with a nine-colored saint altar given by the Yun Dynasty, they can also enjoy the 100,000 times the cultivation and improvement of the luck of the day, and there is a four-clawed golden dragon to protect it.

As a saint of the Solomonic dynasty, Baimon also had the luck of the golden dragon to protect him. As soon as the four-clawed golden dragon appeared, it enveloped Baimeng's whole person, exhaling a breath of luck and might.

"Whew......"

Although the five-clawed qi luck golden dragon can protect Baimeng, but it can't make Baimeng invincible, and in the face of the luck merits of the entire Yun dynasty of the Turk Dynasty, the four-clawed golden dragon will dim with a wail, and finally submerge into Baimeng's body.

Click!

Bai Meng can be said to have exhausted all his means, but in the end, he still can't escape the power of the twelve claws of the Turk Dynasty. His face turned red, the qi and blood in his body kept tumbling and flowing backwards, and at the same time, his whole body made a 'click, click' sound, and his bones broke inch by inch!

Baimeng was covered in blood, his bones were broken inch by inch, and golden holy blood continued to splash out from his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes, and from the surface of his body. All of this finally evolved into a scene of holy blood stained void, indescribably poignant, indescribably desolate, a saint in the world was actually suppressed into a bloody man, which is amazing and terrifying.

Rumble!

Baimeng's whole person fell down from the void, and smashed directly on the land of Nanzhou with a bang, and the wind and stones rolled, directly smashing out an abyss pit. Baimon lay motionless in the pit, his breath languishing, and only his dying breath remained.

First is the path of sanctification, then the merit cultivated by the instrument of enlightenment, then the luck of the altar of the nine-colored saint, and finally even the original qi of the body is used. If it weren't for his own various means one after another, Bai Meng believed that he would not have to end up like this now, and he was afraid that he would die on the spot!

At least, Bai Meng, who couldn't move at this time, smiled, although his tragic face was covered by innate qi and people were not allowed to peep, but Youchao could still see the corners of Bai Meng's slightly raised mouth.

"Ben Sheng is not dead...... Bai Meng was laughing, but the smile was far-fetched, and he actually laughed so much that he burst into tears, as if he was crazy.

To be able to kill the Golden Dragon in a whole day and not die, he is afraid that he has enough to be proud of the eternal record after this battle, and this record will forever be recorded in the history of the Solomon Dynasty, from now on his prestige will be unmatched, and his prestige can be spread all over the world!

Above the sky, the twelve-clawed golden dragon in the sea of clouds of luck and merit glanced at Baimeng, and it did not continue to kill Baimeng and kill it all, but slowly withdrew the dragon claws, and disappeared in front of Youchao with the sea of clouds of luck and merit.

In this regard, there is nothing to be done about it. After all, this sea of qi luck merit is of great significance, and every time you mobilize the sea of qi luck merit and merit is actually equivalent to mobilizing the luck of the Kyushu territory of the Turk world, and mobilizing the merit of all sentient beings and all souls in the Turk world.

It is impossible for the Chao clan to let the twelve-clawed luck golden dragon attack frequently just to worship such a saint, if once there is an enemy attack, the twelve-clawed luck golden dragon will be invited to attack, and the luck and merit of the Turk Dynasty will become extremely unstable, which is not a good thing for a fortune dynasty.

Once the luck and merit are unstable, then the dynasty and sect directly under the Yun Dynasty will be unstable, and once the court and sect are unstable, then the civil and military officials will be panicked, and the people under the sect will also be panicked. And at that time, it will evolve into the entire Turk Dynasty from above to down, and it is impossible to say that it will fall apart!

Youchao, as the Emperor of the Teke Dynasty, naturally understands all this, so he doesn't have too much dissatisfaction with the closure of the Twelve-Clawed Luck Golden Dragon.

"You, not bad. Youchao just quietly looked at Baimeng who fell to the land of Nanzhou, and no one knew what Youchao was thinking in his heart.

It is not easy for him to be able to do such a situation in front of the twelve-clawed golden dragon of one dynasty, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the first person in the world to resist the existence of the twelve-clawed golden dragon of one dynasty with the body of a saint, which is amazing!

Bai Meng has made great achievements that are proud of the past and the present, no matter what, he still admires Bai Meng a lot with Chao, but he has his duty, regardless of the hero, only about success or failure!

Boom, Boom, Boom!

The Great Lair of the Void continued to suppress Baimon after the volley of the Twelve-Clawed Luck Golden Dragon...