I Became a Martial Saint In Another World

Chapter 427 Strength increases again! Eight-color vortex! (eight thousand)

  The eighth divine seed was integrated into the body, bringing a powerful force that was quickly absorbed by Yang Fang's body.

 A fire-attribute god, mainly attacking.

The two major functions are one for the physical body and the other for the soul. This fire is not an ordinary fire, but a Taoist fire. It cannot be extinguished by any liquid and can only be offset by true energy. Even if it is contaminated even a little, it will cost oneself. A huge amount of energy.

 Once caught in the Dao Fire, even a king cannot easily get rid of it.

However, Yang Fang did not stay here any longer, but quickly retreated to the distance.

His arms are still sore, and there is an unspeakable violent force heading towards his body.

The power of that monster is simply beyond the reach of common sense!

No matter the way of existence or the powerful body, it is beyond comprehension, just like an ancient wild dragon.

 “Damn it, how could such a thing exist in this world?”

Yang Fang cursed secretly and moved his arms carefully.

 After he reached the outskirts of the mountain forest, he suddenly stopped again, looked back, and came up with an idea.

Deep in the forest, the bones of gods can be seen endlessly. If one uses the divine type [Soul Gathering] to summon them, how many soul shadows can be summoned? Will there still be a quasi-king-level soul shadow?

 But he quickly gave up the idea.

That monster was too weird and he didn’t want to mess with it, so it was better to do less than to do more.

  Anyway, the divine seed has been successfully obtained.

As long as the purpose of coming out this time has been achieved!

ˆ···

 Half a day later.

 In the Baize territory.

 At the foot of Shenwuzong Mountain.

Yang Fang's body was void, wearing a black robe, standing quietly in front of the huge bluestone in front of the mountain gate. The bluestone that originally had the words "Shenwu Zong" written on it has been shattered.

 The stone steps behind the bluestone are also in terrible dilapidation.

The various buildings inside have collapsed countless times. There are white bones everywhere, gloomy resentment, and clusters of weeds growing extremely lush...

Yang Fang was expressionless as he walked here alone, taking in the entire shattered Shenwu Sect.

 All kinds of memories from the past began to come to mind one by one.

 Everything seems like yesterday.

Unfortunately···

 It’s too late after all.

Yang Fang suddenly stopped and appeared from nothingness again, and then used the [Cause and Effect] divine seed to look at it. He saw seven or eight weak causal lines appearing in the area under his eyes, spreading from here to the distance.

 “Hmm? Are there any disciples of Shenwu Sect still alive?”

Yang Fang was relieved.

His body turned into nothingness again, and then walked toward the distance according to the guidance of [Cause and Effect].

 Not long.

Yang Fang traveled through dozens of miles of space and appeared in an inconspicuous small town.

 In a secluded courtyard.

Chen Biao, who had broken off an arm, looked pale and dressed in rags, like a crazy old man. He was sitting on the threshold of a place, holding a wine bottle in his hand and pouring it into his mouth. He was drunk and filled with A strong wine tank aroma.

“Grandpa Chen, we have learned all the tricks you used before. When will you give us some new tricks?”

Three children holding wooden knives came to Chen Biao and shouted loudly.

“Yes, Grandpa Chen, we have long been tired of practicing these moves. It’s time to give us something new!”

“That’s right, don’t just drink alcohol!”

ˆ···

 “Hey hey hey... Tired of practicing?”

Chen Biao, with his shawl loose and a sneer, his mouth full of white stubble, glanced at the three of them coldly, like an evil ghost, saying: "I have practiced for more than seventy years and I dare not say that I am tired of practicing, but you dare to say that I am tired of practicing." ?For some real enemies, you have flaws all over your body, and you can be killed at will."

“Grandpa Chen, you can’t say that. After all, we are now masters of the third level.”

 A child's unconvinced words.

“Third grade is nothing! Keep practicing.”

Chen Biao was holding the wine bottle, drunk and dreaming, and spoke coldly.

 The three children suddenly looked distressed and said no more.

 But at this time!

 The door was pushed open.

A woman dressed as a young woman in a long white dress walked elegantly from outside the door, carrying a vegetable basket. Looking at Chen Biao who smelled of alcohol, she frowned and said softly: "Uncle Chen, what are you doing again?" Drunk as hell."

 “I’m not drunk, I’m not drunk.”

Chen Biao murmured and continued to pour it into his mouth.

 The old tears could not help but flow down.

Think about the Shenwu Sect, which has been inherited for more than 800 years and has experienced countless ups and downs. It has had its glory days and its low ebbs. It finally reached an unprecedented level, but was destroyed in one day.

 His relatives, disciples, and friends all died.

 Only he, Song Shumei, Chen Shiyan and a few others are alive.

Looking back now, everything seems like a dream.

"hey-hey···"

Chen Biao laughed miserably while continuing to drink.

The enemy is so powerful that it cannot be described in words. Even if he was given a thousand years to practice, it would be difficult for him to reach that level.

Wanting revenge is tantamount to wishful thinking.

“I’m the only old loser left, hahaha...”

 “Uncle Chen, don’t drink any more.”

Song Shumei said worriedly.

 “Yes, Grandpa Chen, stop drinking!”

 “Teach us a few more tricks.”

 The three children spoke.

 “Stop, I told you, I’m not drunk!”

Chen Biao shouted angrily and continued to pour it into his mouth.

Boom!

Suddenly, the sky changes, and the blood-colored clouds are vast, like blood, gathering high in the sky, instantly attracting countless **** lightnings, crackling.

The space seemed to be shattered into pieces, filled with waves of extremely terrifying auras.

 Chen Biao, who was drunk and dreaming, fell into numbness, suddenly his eyes widened, all the hair on his body stood up, and then he quickly looked towards the yard.

When he saw a looming figure emerging beneath the **** lightning, he felt as if he had seen a ghost.

 “Xiao...Sect Master Xiao!”

 “Sect Master Xiao!”

Song Shumei also spoke in shock.

“Elder Chen, Senior Sister Song, I am not a qualified sect leader, and I really deserve it.”

Yang Fang sighed.

 Seven-colored vortexes rotated overhead, attracting **** lightning all over the sky.

“You...are you that Yang Dao?”

 Chen Biao spoke in horror, seeing lightning and seven-color whirlpools all over the sky, and thought of many things at once.

“Yes, the sect was destroyed and I was trapped in the Kingdom of God. After all, it was too late.”

Yang Fang continued to sigh: "Back then, I was focused on pursuing the pinnacle of martial arts and neglected the location of the sect. Looking back now, I regret it very much. Two days ago, I personally destroyed the Cangqiong Palace and the three great masters. It shouldn't take long. The news can be spread here, and it can be regarded as an explanation to the dead disciples of Shenwuzong."

 “What, you destroyed the Sky Palace?”

 Chen Biao and Song Shumei were both shocked and couldn't believe it.

 Such a powerful enemy is like a sky in their eyes, and is beyond their control.

 But he was so easily destroyed by Yang Fang.

But when they thought of Yang Fang's previous actions, the two of them suddenly became extremely excited and their bodies trembled.

Some time ago, the name of Elder Lan spread all over the world, shocking the four major sectors and becoming almost everyone's idol. How could such a super strong man have always been pretending to be the leader of their Shenwu Sect?

 “Sect Master, please reorganize the Shenwu Sect!”

Chen Biao's face was excited, he shouted loudly, and suddenly fell to his knees.

Song Shumei beside her also immediately called to the three children, and they knelt down together, breathing rapidly, and looked at Yang Fang.

Yang Fang shook his head slightly and said in a vicissitudes of voice: "I can't reorganize the Shenwu Sect. My time to manifest in the world is limited, so I can only leave it to you to do it yourself."

 He raised a finger and pointed at Chen Biao and Song Shumei respectively.

With two hisses, two extremely pure zhenqi poured into the two people's bodies, quickly cutting off their hair and washing their marrow, forcing out all the dirt and impurities in their bodies.

 The two of them felt their bodies light up, as if they were suddenly reborn.

Especially Chen Biao, even the smell of alcohol on his body disappeared instantly.

“There is a ring here, which contains no less than ten portions of the Heavenly Essence of Chalcedony, as well as three portions of the Holy Spirit Root and some insights about the Holy Spirit Realm. Take it. With your cultivation, you should be able to use it.”

Yang Fang opened his mouth and a Qiankun ring appeared in his hand, then quickly flew towards Chen Biao and stopped in front of him.

 “Thank you, Master!”

 Chen Biao said extremely excitedly.

He had already reached the third level of the Super Level a few years ago, but unfortunately he never had the Holy Spirit root, which made him unable to break through. Later, due to the rebellion of an evil organization, his foundation was damaged, making it even more impossible to enter the Holy Spirit.

But just now Yang Fang pointed out, not only forced out all the impurities in his body, but also healed his hidden wounds, which gave him hope of entering the Holy Spirit again.

Yang Fang thought for a moment, and suddenly the [Soul Gathering] divine seed started to operate. With a bang, eight extremely tall and dark soul shadows appeared behind him.

 With a casual move, a rotten tree in the yard flew towards him quickly.

Yang Fang grabbed him, then pointed it into a sword, and quickly started carving it into a human shape in a blink of an eye.

 Then Yang Fang controlled one of the soul shadows and immediately took possession of the wood carving. The wood carving in his hand seemed to have suddenly come to life, and his originally dull eyes suddenly became deep and dark.

But soon this deep darkness became restrained again and returned to normal

Yang Fang glanced at the wood carving, his face uncertain, and then directly injected a spiritual power into it, gave the wood carving to Chen Biao, and said:

"I have sealed an extremely terrifying soul shadow in this wooden sculpture. For you, it has incredible power. Once released, it can easily kill the entire Baize Region, and even the masters of the Immortal Realm will die miserably. What do you think? Go and treat it as the foundation of Zhenzong. You must not use it as a last resort, and you must not use it to do evil. There is a trace of my spirit in it. If one day you use it to do evil, the soul inside will dissipate!"

 “Yes, Sect Master!”

 Chen Biao was shocked again.

How is this wood carving so terrifying?

 Can the entire Baize Territory be easily massacred?

"Um."

Yang Fang nodded, suddenly looked at the three children in the courtyard, and asked suspiciously: "Who are they?"

“Back to the sect master, they are all homeless children. I saw that they have good qualifications, so I took them in and taught them.”

 Chen Biao responded.

“So, he can be considered a disciple of the Shenwu Sect.”

Yang Fang thought and raised his finger a little.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 simultaneously!

Three strands of true energy surged out in succession, instantly entering the bodies of the three children, quickly cutting off their hair and washing their marrow, and opening up all their meridians. From then on, the three children began to practice internal strength, and were destined to achieve twice the result with half the effort.

After doing all this, Yang Fang's body slowly disappeared again, and his vague voice came out: "Elder Chen, Senior Sister Song, I can only help you now. I'm afraid I won't appear again for a long time. The rebuilding of the Shenwuzong depends on you."

Boom!

 The endless lightning and blood-colored clouds overhead began to disperse rapidly.

 In a twinkling of an eye!

 Heaven and earth are restored to their original state again.

 “Sect Master!”

 Chen Biao and Song Shumei shouted loudly.

 However, there was no response.

 The faces of the three children were dull, and their minds were roaring. They still had not reacted to the shock just now. The previous scene was a scene that they would never forget in their lifetime.

 Destined to plant very deep seeds in their young hearts!

“Leaved, Sect Master Xiao left.”

Song Shumei’s face was complicated.

ˆ···

Yang Fang returned to nothingness, looked at the people in the courtyard again, then turned around and left the place.

 Not long.

 The attraction from the dark haze begins again.

Yang Fang paused, and his body seemed to be grasped by countless large transparent hands, pulling his body and quickly disappearing here.

 Within the room.

With a flash of light, Yang Fang's body emerged from the fragments of the divine mirror again.

 He looked at the glasses again and sighed in his heart.

From then on, the matter of Shenwuzong came to an end, and it was considered that his last concern was over...

 Next!

 He will continue to improve his strength.

Yang Fang's eyes were firm, and he immediately sat cross-legged on the bed and began to carefully understand the eighth divine seed in his body, and then tried to integrate the eighth divine seed into the seven-color vortex.

The entire seven-color vortex suddenly became chaotic, filled with unimaginable energy fluctuations. The three kings who were originally trapped in the seven-color vortex suddenly let out waves of panic and screams, as if they had encountered a disaster. .

 “Yang Dao, what are you doing? Stop it!”

“Yang Dao, stop, I have something to say!”

 “Stop quickly, ah...”

However, the fusion of the eighth divine seed was not as smooth as expected. The seven-color vortex energy was unstable and almost collapsed several times.

It took the entire past three days for Yang Fang to fully integrate the eighth divine seed into it.

The vortex in front of him suddenly turned into a strange eight-color vortex, spinning faintly and filled with a breathtaking and destructive aura.

 It's like it contains the ability to shatter the world.

Just one look at it will make your soul throb.

 The power of the eight-color vortex has increased several times based on its original strength.

 The three kings inside were screaming pitifully, and their bodies were being shattered bit by bit.

 In just a moment, one-tenth of the energy in his body was squeezed out.

You must know that in the past, it was impossible to reach this level in just a few days.

 But as soon as the eight-color vortex was formed, it absorbed nearly one-tenth of their energy in a few minutes.

This speed is beyond imagination and can be called monster!

 “Terrible, this eight-color vortex power is really terrifying.”

Yang Fang was stunned and soon became happy.

 With this eight-color whirlpool, he will be able to stand more firmly among the kings.

 At the same level, there is almost no need to challenge anyone.

　　Boom!

Yang Fang accelerated the operation of the eight-color vortex and began to refine the three kings with all his strength. All the essence fed back from the vortex was introduced into the body using the Five Thunder Body Refining Technique.

 Suddenly, the surface of his body seemed to be bathed in a layer of holy light, and every pore on his body was filled with terrifying power.

Yang Fang's body surface shone with light, like a hundred-refined divine gold, and his blood vessels began to make a thunderous sound, rumbling, as if there were waves in the ocean surging inside his body.

“Yang Dao, I am willing to serve you as my master, don’t refine me to death, I still have many treasures, I can dedicate them all to you, stop it!”

 Grandma Donghai was still screaming miserably.

Unfortunately, any begging for mercy was of no use.

Yang Fang ignored him and was refining with all his strength.

 Three whole days.

Only then did all the movement in the eight-color vortex begin to disappear.

 Three kings, without exception, were all trained to death and fell forever.

brush!

 The eight-color vortex in front of him began to slowly dissipate.

Yang Fang suddenly let out a long breath, his body shook slightly, and a surging power exploded.

 “The Five Thunder Body Refining Technique is completed, and the future is promising!”

Yang Fang muttered to himself, gently clenched his fist, crackled it, and looked at the panel again.

 The cultivation level column is still immortal and perfect, and has not changed in any way.

 The only things that changed were his physical body and the Five Thunder Body Refining Technique.

 The Five Thunder Body Refining Technique directly became the ninth level (10800/180000).

 Next, he only needs to brush up on law proficiency.

 As long as the law is perfected, his cultivation will directly reach the perfection of immortality and officially enter transcendence.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile.

Just when Yang Fang was carefully appreciating the strength in his body, he suddenly frowned and sensed an indescribable depressing aura. He withdrew the restrictions in the room at once, opened the door in a flash, and walked out. .

The entire Divine Village was busy, and everyone rushed outside as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"What's wrong?"

Yang Fang stopped one person and asked.

“Many people appeared from the outside world and surrounded Shencun. The first elder and the second elder all passed by.”

The villager said to the guy.

"What?"

Yang Fang frowned and walked outside.

 Village entrance area.

Pieces of divine light flickered, runes flashed on the stone walls and pillars in all directions, and the entire defensive array of the sacred village was fully activated.

The first elder, Wuming, and the second elder, Huo Qing, both appeared at the entrance of the village.

 The elites from other villages also appeared here one after another, with gloomy expressions on their faces.

 “The first elder and the second elder.”

Yang Fang stepped forward.

 “Brother Xiao, you are here.”

 Wuming nodded, looked into the distance, and said in a solemn voice: "The village has been targeted again. There are six kings, including patrollers and strangers."

"oh?"

Yang Fang glanced outside.

 Outside the village's large formation, there were six directions, with many figures standing in each direction.

In the middle direction, a large black whirlwind suddenly appeared. It whined harshly and was filled with waves of terrifying and unpredictable aura. It was as if there was some extremely huge demonic shadow standing inside. A pair of cold eyes were revealed inside the whirlwind. , swept towards this side coldly.

 Watcher!

 “Is he the king of Xuntian City?”

Yang Fang asked.

 “Yes, I didn’t expect that he actually left the quarantine early!”

　　　无名 spoke in a low voice.

Yang Fang continued to look in other directions.

 But soon, his eyes narrowed.

　　狴犴!

I actually saw the scorpion again.



At this moment, the opponent stood in mid-air, surrounded by thick black clouds, covering his body, with only a few claws exposed. His body was huge and his eyes were cold.

It was as dark as a mountain wall, exuding a terrifying aura that overwhelmed the world, and the sand and dust underfoot were dancing wildly without wind.

Not far away, there is another king.

The other party is wearing a green robe, with a loose shawl, and long hair covering his face, making it difficult for people to peek. He stands in mid-air. The surrounding environment is dark and the space is collapsed.

It’s like standing in a space vortex.

 The aura on his body is just as strong as that of the ferocious beast.

"He is a crazy Taoist. Thousands of years ago, he had a battle with the village chief of our divine village. Later, he was seriously injured by the village chief. I thought he was dead long ago, but I didn't expect that he has been there for so many years. Still alive.”

 The great elder looked ugly

 “Where’s the one with the big bow on his back?”

Yang Fang looked at the fourth figure.

The opponent carries a large black bow behind his back, is wearing a black robe, has long black hair, a cold face, and his hands are naturally drooped. The whole person gives off a dark aura of despair.

It's like there are ghosts of ghosts surrounding you.

"I don't know him. I don't know where the king of Xuntian City was invited from. It was probably from the depths of darkness and haze."

The elder gritted his teeth and said, "As for the man next to him, you must know him. His name is Qin Yanjun!"

"Um?"

Yang Fang raised his eyelids and looked at a figure next to the **** bow.

I saw the opponent wearing a Yin-Yang Taoist suit and a black Taoist crown on his head. He said nothing, his breath was void, and his body was filled with a decayed and ancient aura, as if he had just crawled out of the ground.

 Qin Yanjun!

 This is the true form of Qin Yanjun!

Yang Xing felt anxious.

 Sure enough, there are some ghostly ways.

 “Who is the sixth one?”

Yang Fang asked.

Beside Qin Yanjun, there is another figure with a hazy aura, surrounded by a layer of phantoms of the world, which seems real and real, seems illusory but not illusory, making it difficult to capture.

"His name is Shen Cang. He is the first master to enter the king since the end of the ancient gods. Rumor has it that he has never been defeated in his own era!"

 The Great Elder said in a low voice.

 “So many strong men?”

Yang Fang muttered to himself, looked at the beast again, and said, "What are they doing here?"

 “What else can we do? We must be here to deal with Kamura!”

Qin Tianli gritted his teeth and said: "These **** are obviously here to find the Heaven-defying War Treasure, but in fact they just want to use the Heaven-Defying War Treasure as an excuse to eradicate Shencun!"

 The grievances between the patrolmen and Kamura have been going on for a long time.

This time their king came out of seclusion and gathered so many strong men. It was obvious that he wanted to deal with the village chief.

"Yeah?"

Yang Fang continued to stare ahead.

 “It’s you! Yang Dao!”

Suddenly, the huge beast recognized Yang Fang, his tone was cold, and a pair of huge eyes shot out a scarlet beam of light, looking towards this side, the aura on his body was as powerful as the tide.

“Bi’an, where are your two brothers? They didn’t come together?”

Yang Fang spoke directly and his voice came out.

 Wuming and Huo Qing beside them were surprised.

This terrifying beast also has two brothers?

"Why do I need my brother to take action against you?"

The huge beast sneered and spoke.

"King Shenting, it's enough for you. I have said it more than once. There is no heaven-defying war treasure you want in the village of Shen. Please go back and don't waste time anymore."

 Great Elder Wuming’s face turned gloomy, and he spoke again, transmitting a message to the outside world.

"Whether there is a heaven-defying war treasure, let me go in and have a look, I will know it naturally, why do you need to say more?"

The huge demonic shadow in the black whirlwind made a cold and ruthless sound.

"Shen Village is a foreign land. It has always been clean and does not welcome outsiders. I hope King Shenting will forgive me and the village chief will visit them one by one in the future."

 The great elder continued to speak, trying to scare everyone with the village chief.

"Really? Then why is this son in it?"

The giant shadow in the black whirlwind continued to speak coldly, staring at Yang Fang.

“Brother Xiao is a distinguished guest of our Divine Village, so he naturally has the right to live here.”

 Unnamed response.

"Distinguished guest? Wuming, you talk too much. I have to go in and take a look at this sacred village today. You'd better get out of the way, or let your village chief speak to me in person."

The huge demonic shadow's voice was cold, and countless black whirlwinds were rolling around.

 “This **** **** is determined to invade Shencun today.”

Qin Tianli gritted his teeth and cursed, "Where is the elder, the village chief? Why haven't you come out yet?"

The great elder said nothing, as if he had not heard anything.

The second elder looked gloomy and clenched his fists tightly.

Yang Fang instantly realized something was wrong.

 Could it be that···

The village chief has reached a critical moment of seclusion again?

　　Boom!

Suddenly, there were sounds of landslides and mountain cracks.

With a ferocious smile on its face, the ferocious beast took the lead and took the lead. It stretched out a claw that was tens of meters in size. It was dark, cold and ferocious, with shining scales. It struck directly at the village's defense formation and struck hard. The pupils of his eyes were flashing with a fierce blood light, full of cruelty and coldness, trying to tear apart the formation and destroy everyone.

This is the first time it has entered the darkness and haze, and the first time it has joined hands with people from the outside world. Naturally, it wants to show off in front of these "companions".

 Teach them that there are no weaklings in the Kingdom of God!

　　咚!

The entire defensive formation was suddenly shaken violently. The large canyon was vibrating in resonance, and the cliffs on both sides were rustling and almost collapsing.

Endless divine light rises from the formation, densely packed, reflecting in the sky, like a layer of divine fire burning.

“Just a big formation can’t stop me!”

Biwan's tone was cold, and he ignored the rebound of the formation, raised his huge claws and fell hard towards the formation again.

Buzz!

The dozens of meters of black claws flickered with black light, almost blocking out the sky and the sun. When struck, the space was distorted, and the power was unimaginable.

 Most of the people at the entrance of the village could not help but turn pale, feeling like the world was falling apart.

 “Damn it, what kind of monster is this?”

 Qin Tianli was shocked.

Seeing that the second blow of the beast was about to hit hard, Yang Fang suddenly dodged his body and walked out of the village.

 “Brother Xiao!”

 Wuming and Huo Qing shouted in shock and quickly took action to pull Yang Fang back.

But a mysterious and unpredictable force rippled out from Yang Fang's back, instantly shaking their palms out, causing them to stagger and fall back into the sacred village.

Biwan sneered, and continued to fall hard with his huge claws, trying to beat Yang Fang to death.

 Others are afraid of his seven-color whirlpool, but it is not.

It has the precious blood of the innate true dragon in its body. It is infinitely powerful and immortal. It is far beyond the comparison of ordinary kings.

 But suddenly, it showed horror, feeling an indescribable dangerous aura directly from below, making its scales stand up.

 As if something bad is about to happen.

It quickly retracted its claws, but it was still too slow.

　　Boom!

Yang Fang punched out, like a terrifying meteor rising into the sky. The bronze fist shone with crystal light, exuding a terrifying aura, and penetrated directly through the sky, hitting Bi An's paw.

at the same time!

Between the sky and the earth, an extremely huge black-haired hand emerged, dozens of meters in size, and punched directly with Yang Fang.

 Poof!

"Roar···"

 Blood rained all over the sky, and pieces of broken flesh and bones were scattered randomly.

The beast let out an extremely huge roar, hoarse at the top of its lungs, its eyes were red, and it was extremely painful. The entire claws were beaten to pieces by Yang Fang's punch, and the huge claws were like eggs, falling apart.

 Such a scene makes it unbelievable.

I was shocked and angry in my heart, and the roaring sound spread for dozens of miles.

 The other kings not far away also all focused their gazes, and instantly shot out divine light.

However, before they could react further, Yang Fang followed and soared into the sky. Without saying a word, the eight-color vortex came out almost instantly, directly covering the beast.

 The terrifying eight-color vortex is infinitely stronger than the previous seven-color vortex in terms of speed and devouring power.

The beast was still roaring in pain, but soon felt the chilling aura again. It couldn't help roaring, and an extremely huge innate true dragon appeared directly behind it, rolling and galloping, lifelike, Just like the real thing, it directly emits an ear-splitting dragon roar.

As soon as this layer of dragon roar appeared, Yang Fang's face changed slightly. He instantly felt that his soul was being impacted, his mind was rolling, and his soul was almost flying away from his body.

It quickly activated the divine species [Soul Gathering] to compete, and at the same time took out the black skull and roared at the soul with soul roar.

Two extremely terrifying soul ripples collided together instantly, the void began to shatter silently, and the black ripples canceled each other out like the tide.

 At this moment!

 The eight-color vortex finally covered the body of the beast.

 Everything sounds slow, but in fact it is a matter of lightning.

"Roar···"

The several-hundred-meter-tall Bifan let out an extremely deafening roar, and its body was covered by a huge whirlpool. It quickly began to shatter upon contact, completely out of its control, as if countless big hands were pulling it crazily.

The dragon blood and body that it was so proud of were all ineffective at this moment.

The scales all over his body lost their luster as soon as they were exposed to each other. The whole person seemed to be sucked by countless evil spirits, and his energy and energy were quickly disappearing.

 “Come and save me!”

The beast roared in pain, rising and falling in the eight-color whirlpool, struggling violently.

The kings in the sky changed their expressions again.

 “Kill this boy and save him!”

The terrifying existence in the black whirlwind made an icy sound.

　　Boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, the mysterious strong man carrying the **** bow had already appeared in his palm behind him. He attached a jet-black arrow feather and pulled it open with all his strength.

An unimaginable terrifying crisis instantly filled the world.

The darkness and haze within dozens of miles around trembled, and then clusters of black hair and red flesh burned rapidly, turning into streams of scarlet blood.

These **** lights quickly converged towards the jet-black arrow feathers, the scarlet color was strange and ominous, and in the blink of an eye, the jet-black arrow feathers were completely turned into blood.

His eyes turned cold, and blood-colored arrow feathers shot out instantly.

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 (End of this chapter)