The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

The intense pain caused Huang Shi's demon power to frustrate in an instant. The murderous aura left by the Slaughter Sword on the wound caused the demon aura on Huang Shi's body to continuously radiate, and the wound could not stop consuming his own demon power. But in the blink of an eye, the yellow lion became extremely weak.

The sudden change shocked many people. Originally thought that Ao Moang had been beheaded by Huang Shi. Who would have thought that no one was hurt, but Huang Shi himself was seriously injured.

Looking at Ao Moang coldly, Huang Shi had already given birth to a retreat in his heart. He couldn't beat him, and he was still seriously injured by Ao Moang. If he really continued to beat him, he would definitely die today.

After retreating, Huang Shi barely moved, but this tiny movement still fell into Ao Moang's eyes. The cold light in the dragon's eyes was strong, and the Immortal Slaughter Knife that had been inserted on the ground also moved along with it, and instantly landed on the head of Huang Shi.

The endless killing intent made Huang Shi horrified in an instant, and the surging of demonic energy on his body temporarily blocked the Immortal Slaughter Knife on his neck. Although he knew that this would not be of much use, it was always a comfort.

Huang Shi stared at Ao Moang and shouted: "Ao Moang! Don't you dare! Kill me without fear that my ancestor will flatten your Zhenhai Dragon Palace?"

Sure enough, when death is approaching, I don't want to try my best to see if I can earn some life. On the contrary, it is scary to move my ancestor out. Being your ancestor is really exhausting.

Ao Moang sneered in his heart at this time and said, "If you don't remind me, I have forgotten."

As he spoke, the Slaughter Sword that had originally landed near Huang Shi's neck slowly lifted. Seeing this scene, the yellow lion couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that Ao Moang was afraid of his ancestor, so he planned to do it.

In the next moment, the cold light fell, and the boundless murderous aura instantly spread. In the horrified eyes of the demons, the yellow lion was the head of the public.

The huge yellow lion's head fell to the ground and rolled several times before stopping.

Seeing this scene, Ao Moang said lightly: "Thank you for reminding me, this general is here to kill you today. I almost missed business."

After finishing speaking, the demon power on Huang Shi's body instantly dissipated, and the originally huge body suddenly became smaller. Ao Fan turned into a human form, walked to the head of the yellow lion, and grabbed it. Then his eyes swept across the remaining monsters in Zhujie Mountain.

"Bring this yellow lion back to Zhujie Mountain and tell the Nine Spirits Yuansheng that if you want to damage my dragon king's majesty, you must pass the test of Ao Moang, the warlord of the West Sea. Come out ashamed."

As soon as the voice fell, the horrified monsters met Ao Moang's murderous gaze, and were shocked. Then they took a step back, nodding their heads in a hurry, indicating that they had heard clearly.

Nowadays, how can they care about protecting Zhujieshan's face, save their lives before talking about other things.

Ao Moang sneered, and then took Huang Shi's head into a stream of light and fled away. After a while, the Longwei and murderous aura that was pressing on the monsters slowly dissipated.

"How can this be good? I waited and watched the yellow lion be killed. At this time, when we go back to Zhujie Mountain, the ancestor can't swallow us alive?"

One of the monster beasts said with a sad face, that he and the others had never made a move from beginning to end, and he just stood aside and watched. If the Nine Spirit Sage knew that it would make them apologize with death.

"So what, this Ao Moang is incomparable, and the Huangshi of Daluo Jinxian is not his opponent. We rushed forward. Is that not fast enough for us to die? Anyway, it is a death, maybe the ancestor is just angry. Maybe. If I really rush forward, it will definitely die." Another monster said with a sigh.

The demons gathered together and sighed after a while, then the demons carried the headless corpse of the yellow lion back to Zhujie Mountain. Whether life or death depends on destiny.

Zhujie Mountain

The atmosphere in the cave can be said to be quite weird. The airy stands on the side motionless, like a sculpture. And the many monsters on the other side are like this at this time. He glanced at the yellow lion's corpse on the ground from time to time.

After the yellow lion's corpse was brought back, the Nine Spirits Yuansheng kept staring at the yellow lion's corpse on the ground motionless, without saying a word from beginning to end.

With the weird atmosphere in the cave, and the wrathful anger, the big monsters in the cave knew that not speaking at this time was the wisest choice.

Nine Spirit Yuansheng's eyes rolled and fell on the demons who had knelt on the ground and fled back, and said, "You just came back like this?"

The voice was extremely cold, as if it were in a thousand-year-old cave, the murderous aura contained in the tone made the monster beast that escaped suddenly stiff.

"Old ancestor, it's not that I retired without a fight. It is really that Ao Moang is strong and severely wounded and killed the Yellow Lion in just a few rounds. I waited for my strength to fail, so I didn't dare to rush."

A group of monster beasts cried and said, their hearts were already terrified, and the ancestors didn't want to let them go easily.

"Insufficient strength? That Ao Moang scared you like this by just one person. If this king, Zhujie Mountain, is like yours, then Zhenhai Dragon King Ao Fan will come here. Could it be that this king will hand over Zhujie Mountain? Natou be a minister?"

Nine Spirit Yuansheng said with a frosty face, his own Zhujieshan face was lost by their gang of trash today.

A big Luo Jinxian scared them into this, and let them leave with their own heads, and said they were not ashamed of themselves, saying that they were allowed to stay in Zhujie Mountain for retirement.

Listen, is this still human? The Zhenhai Dragon Palace was almost riding on this king's face. Are you still looking for excuses?

Thinking of this, the eyes of the Nine Spirits Yuansheng instantly chilled, and his head instantly became bigger. The mouths of the nine huge heads and lions opened wide, and a huge suction appeared from their mouths. Accompanied by the roar of lions, several monsters kneeling on the ground were sucked into their mouths in the blink of an eye. The demons had no room to resist, and they didn't even have time to shout.

After swallowing the monster beast, the head of the Nine Spirit Yuansheng returned to normal. After a full hiccup, the cave was quiet again. But the big monsters on the two sides were indifferent. Obviously, this happened in Zhujie Mountain, and the monsters were not surprised.

Nine Spirit Yuansheng glanced at the subordinates on both sides at this time, and said: "Whoever can take the shot to kill this Ao Moang, this king will reward him with an innate magic weapon."

Speaking of the red light flashing in the hands of the Nine Spirit Yuansheng, a long knife appeared in his hand, and I saw the evil spirit lingering on the knife, and there was a faint lion roar. The connection between the handle and the blade is a reduced version of the skull lion head, and the blade is derived from the lion's mouth.

This knife can be regarded as the innate magic weapon of Zhujie Mountain, and it can even be said to be the innate magic weapon inherited by the lion clan. As soon as the long sword appeared, everyone's eyes were hot, but no one stood up.

This Ao Moang was superb in his cultivation, and they asked themselves that they did not have the absolute certainty to kill each other, and then they would lose their lives, not to mention any innate magic weapon, they were afraid that they would not even have the opportunity to enjoy it.

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