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The twenty-third return to the East China Sea Crystal Palace

Yuandou Mountain Range, the top of Xiaowu Mountain. In the rain of swords, the morning mirage demon held a pink sword in his hand, and his clothes fluttered like a flying immortal from the sky; Ye Longlong's body was stiff, his eyes were misty, as if he was addicted to a fantasy and could not extricate himself.

The pink long sword stabbed rapidly with a faint red mist, and before it got close, the fierce wind whistled, and the terrifying killing machine firmly locked on Ye Long, Ye Long only felt that the sword rain around him was becoming more and more dense, and it seemed that it was impossible to even move his body. King Xuanji has been paying attention to the changes in the battle situation, seeing that Ye Long is in danger, he is afraid that he will make a mistake, and hurriedly waved his Yuebai Dao robe, and he wanted to come forward to rescue, but suddenly a subtle voice came from his ears, "Don't panic!"

King Xuanji was stunned for a moment, rolled his eyes, and shouted angrily: "Morning Mirage, you dare! If the dragon clan is held responsible, even the bucket handle can't protect you! However, it was King Xuanji who quickly judged the situation of the Karma Dragon Daojun through that subtle voice, and knew that the Karma Dragon Daojun had his own plans, so he pretended to come forward to rescue the Morning Mirage Demon, making him believe that the five-clawed golden dragon had fallen into the illusion and was difficult to wake up, so he lowered his vigilance and cooperated with the Karma Dragon Daojun's Jihua.

Sure enough, the Morning Mirage Demon saw that Ye Long had no reaction, and he was extremely confident in his killing move, which was second only to his natal supernatural power, so he sneered, and the speed of rushing straight down suddenly increased by three points, and in an instant, the pink long sword stabbed straight towards Ye Long's dragon head in the fog. At this moment, Ye Long suddenly woke up, the huge dragon head turned slightly, his eyes were wide open, and the two cold claws slapped fiercely towards the Morning Mirage Demon, the wind was rolling, and the void was shaking, obviously Ye Long began to brew in the illusion, so it was so powerful;

Suddenly, the pink mist that lingered around the thin sword was dispersed by the violent and concussive thin sword, and then a rushing killing intent gushed out, crazy and cold, as soon as the killing intent came out, the dense sword rain around the body was instantly stretched out, and the mist that shrouded the mountain peaks all year round in the small foggy mountain was also torn apart, revealing the long-lost sun. Ye Long bore the brunt of the attack, only to feel the sea of corpses and blood in front of him, the remnants of broken limbs, a scene of hell on earth, suddenly his mind moved, and the golden gourd of ninety-nine merits hanging above the head of the Yuan Shen was washed away with a burst of golden ripples, and the spiritual platform was empty, and at this time, the pink long sword had already arrived in front of him, Ye Long was shocked into a cold sweat, the golden scale armor on his body trembled slightly, the huge dragon head hurriedly leaned back, and the two sharp claws that attacked the chest of the morning mirage demon changed direction sharply, and they could be blocked in front of the sword and his body.

"When, when—" It seems to be the sound of gold and stone colliding, extremely sharp, the violent momentum swept the ripples, the violent murderous aura swept and strangled, the mountain fossilized into powder, the ancient tree broke the waist, the misty innate aura was dispersed, and the entire small foggy mountain trembled fiercely; , when Ye Long resisted the thin sword with his claws, he fled away with the help of the aftermath of the rage.

"Where to go, take your life!" Ye Long was a little annoyed, he painstakingly designed a trap to attract the Morning Mirage Demon into the hub, who would have thought that when he would kill a blow, he would be easily dissolved by the Morning Mirage Demon, and he was also injured, although this wound was not worth mentioning compared to the thousand-zhang long dragon body, but it still made Ye Long's old face a little unbearable. However, after this confrontation, Ye Long quickly corrected his mentality and no longer despised his opponent, even if the opponent's cultivation was far inferior to his own, if he took it lightly, it was very likely that he would capsize in the gutter.

Ye Long swung his tail straight up, the golden scales on the talisman were connected into a piece of Ambilight, the mana rushing in the thick meridians of the body was running rapidly, the majestic momentum of the Taiyi Golden Immortal swept across the small foggy mountains for thousands of miles, and the vast dragon power was perfectly integrated into the momentum by Ye Long, and the momentum was superimposed more and more powerful.

The Xuanji King who watched the battle from the sidelines can be said to be worried about the time of a few breaths, first of all, he made a false alarm and cooperated with the industry dragon Daojun to act to introduce the morning mirage demon into the hub, but he didn't expect this morning mirage demon to have such a terrible killing move hidden, it was really scheming, if it wasn't for the industry dragon Daojun forcing him to be cornered, I am afraid that he would be the one who suffered; , is it considered to lure a wolf into the house?

King Xuanji didn't have time to think about it at all, because the coercion contained the supreme dragon might, which made him break out in a cold sweat, and a voice kept echoing in his heart, "Surrender, surrender, surrender! You are not his opponent!" Just when he was struggling sharply, a cool burst of brows hit the spiritual platform, instantly expelling that strange feeling, King Xuanji opened his eyes, glanced at Ye Long with concern, and sighed in his heart: I thought he was a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers, and wanted to save his life, that Zhiren was already a Taiyi Golden Immortal, and it was effortless to deal with the Morning Mirage Demon; Thinking of this, he couldn't help but cast a look of pity at the solemn Morning Mirage Demon.

The powerful coercion did not have much impact on the Morning Mirage Demon, because the Morning Mirage Demon was wrapped in a rich murderous aura, and the dragon power and the murderous aura were constantly clashing and eroding, so the vast coercion did not act on the Morning Mirage Demon's body. At this time, the morning mirage demon had a solemn expression on his face, looking at Ye Long who was in a hurry, a trace of madness crossed his eyes, anyway, he had already angered this five-clawed golden dragon, and he was destined to die, it was better to burn the jade, and both would lose. I saw a red cloud rising at the feet of the morning mirage demon at some point, the red cloud was like a curtain, the jade feet of the morning mirage demon were light, flipping and jumping among the clouds, the Taoist robe danced lightly, and the crisp laughter came out from time to time, just like a fairy who had fallen into the dust was performing a dance of zuihou, beautiful and moving, noble and dusty; with the change of dance steps, the pink mist gradually spread.

However, at this time, Ye Long didn't have the heart to watch, the two golden dragon horns were full of brilliance, the huge dragon head was high, and the golden eyes stared fiercely at the red cloud; "Ye Long Daojun, be careful! he is using his natal supernatural powers!" After all, King Xuanji had fought with the Morning Mirage Great Demon, and he already knew it when he saw this Jiashi, so he reminded Ye Long in advance.

The dance of the Morning Mirage Demon became more and more rapid, more and more charming, the pink mist around him became more and more dense, Ye Long felt a faint fragrance on the tip of his nose from a distance, elegant and quiet, and the fluctuation of Ye Long's two dragon horns flickering became more and more intense, and the distance between the two became smaller and smaller.

In a few breaths, Ye Long broke into the pink mist, not that Ye Long was still impulsive, but that Ye Long was quite confident in his understanding and control of the illusion, so he wanted to use the illusion to break his natal supernatural power in front of the mirage demon, so as to relieve the hatred in his heart. As soon as he entered, there was no change, it was not the illusion that evolved from immortality and beauty as Ye Long imagined, nor was it a pink mist, it seemed to be a barren space, without the slightest vitality; gradually the barren space began to flourish, the grass gently spit out tender shoots, full of vitality; the big trees slowly stretched their branches and deepened their roots; the mountains and trees, flowers, birds, insects and fish, all appeared, and the picture in the illusion changed very quickly. Suddenly, a couple is teasing their little baby, happy with themselves, suddenly the grandparents and grandchildren depend on each other, hard life, Ye Long unconsciously, golden eyes are full of tears, it turns out that the illusion is actually the memory of Ye Long's previous life, the so-called illusion is born from the heart, what the heart thinks, so the illusion will use this place as a breakthrough to break the heart.

Ye Long is the master of the law of karmic fire, and he has a deep understanding of the control of the illusion, so he did not fall into it, but said softly: "The past is over, it's broken." The surrounding illusion shattered like glass, the natal supernatural power was broken, and under the traction of the mind, the morning mirage demon who presided over the illusion also spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face quickly withered, and even the big bright eyes dimmed, and he muttered: "How is this possible? How can it be broken so easily?"

This time, the natal supernatural power he used was the most proud, and he could have trapped ordinary Taiyi Golden Immortal with the peak cultivation of the Golden Immortal, coupled with the determination to die, fifty percent of the essence and blood on his body were all thrown into the pink mist, and the power rose in a straight line, at least he could trap the characters in the middle stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal, and now he was broken by a golden dragon in the early stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal in an instant, which really made him unbelievable, so that he lost his soul.

"Morning Mirage Demon, come and don't be rude, since you trapped the poor Dao with the illusion, then the poor Dao will also kill you with the illusion!" Ye Long's eyes flashed, and he let out a long roar, and the dragon claws lightly tapped the void, as if he was a music conductor, accompanied by a strange frequency, a faint aura of the law of karma overflowed, and a blood-red smoke cloud rose inexplicably in the void; In the blink of an eye, a large cloud of blood-colored smoke enveloped the Morning Mirage Great Demon.

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