The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

After being loosened, Xing Xian knelt on the ground and coughed a few times before he was relieved of breath, and looked at Ao Moang in horror in his eyes.

Ao Moang ignored him, but looked at each other coldly, and said, "Swear an oath."

Xingxian knew that he could no longer hide, so if he wanted to survive, he could only do it honestly according to Ao Moang's will.

Gently drew a line of his palm, blood oozing out, and his palm swore to the Heavenly Alliance, Xing Xian formally swore to return to Zhenhai Dragon Palace.

Inside Zhenhai Dragon Palace

The dragon king Ao Fan who was cultivating had a heart move at this time, and a system prompt sounded suddenly in his mind.

"Ding, congratulations to the host, for successfully conquering Xingxian, dragon luck +20."

"Ding, congratulations to the host, the roster has been updated, and Xingxian is included in the roster."

Listening to the voice in his mind, Ao Fan was stunned for a moment. He hadn't heard the name before, but it suddenly appeared, in doubt. Ao Fan adjusted the panel and looked at the newly appeared names in the roster.

【Name: Xingxian

Level: Taiyi Golden Fairy

Source: Xiniu Hezhou, Thorns Ridge, and Apricot Tree Enlightenment

Trick: Wanhua Jie]

Ao Fan looked at the information on the panel, and it became clear that it was Ao Moang and the two newly gathered men who surprised him.

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Looking at the Xingxian who obediently took the oath in front of him, Ao Moang was quite satisfied, and said with a smile: "The oath is a shackle, but it is not to be with you forever. The dragon king is kind, if you are sincere in the future, you will naturally If it is eliminated, you will know where you joined in the future."

Xingxian remained silent, thinking of what Ao Moang had said in his heart, and a little disapproved in his heart, but it was just the Dragon Clan. Could it be that the Dragon Clan in this world now dominates?

"Subordinates understand." Xing Xian nodded and said.

As soon as the voice fell, Ao Moang's eyes suddenly changed, his eyes fell in the apricot blossom forest behind Xingxian, his eyes were a little dignified, and Xingxian was also aware of this, and turned around, looking at this moment in horror. Apricot blossom forest behind him.

At this moment, a large amount of spiritual energy suddenly appeared in the apricot forest, released in the forest wantonly, but for a moment, the apricot forest was full of green brilliance skyrocketing.

Seeing this scene in front of him, Ao Lie looked at Xing Hualin cautiously, and said, "Brother, things are not quite right, this place seems to be something."

Ao Moang nodded, and the fairy sword in his hand flickered red, staring at the changes in the apricot blossom forest vigilantly, while Xingxian on the side looked scared.

"The things in Xinglin are coming out."

Hearing Xingxian say so, Ao Moang looked at the other party and asked, "What is it?"

"Jumang's flying feathers."

As soon as Xingxian's voice fell, Ao Moang's expression suddenly changed, and he looked at Xingxian solemnly and said, "But the ancient wooden emperor Jumang?"

Xingxian nodded and said, "This thorny ridge existed in ancient times. Once a piece of flying feathers fell from the sky, there was still a drop of essence and blood on it. After that, the thorny ridge changed its appearance, and the dense fog lingered all day long. Many plants and trees take this opportunity to practice."

Ao Moang knew it in his heart, and then he knew why this fairy apricot was able to release the barrier to resist him for so long before. It turned out that he was backed by this glowing flying feather.

"Do you have a way to suppress this thing?" Ao Moang asked.

I didn't know that Xing Xian shook his head at this time, and said with a wry smile: "I don't have that kind of ability. I just borrowed it before. Even the spiritual energy I cultivated has 70% to this wing."

It is painful to say, this Xingxian has been cultivating for hundreds of years, and his cultivation hasn't been improved. On the contrary, there has been a decline, all thanks to the grace of flying feathers.

"This Feather is very weird. The spirits and monsters in Thorns Ridge rarely break through to the realm of true immortality. Most of them are absorbed by this wing. I have been no exception these years."

Hearing Xingxian say this, Ao Moang felt a little puzzled. With that said, the mang's flying feathers were indeed a little weird.

At this moment, the apricot blossom forest suddenly changed. Large tracts of land began to crack, a strong green light rose into the sky, and a powerful force unique to the great monster in the ancient times burst out instantly.

Ao Moang's eyes were cold, and with a wave of his arm, he instantly propped up a golden barrier in front of him, coldly watching the beam of light rising into the sky, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

I saw a piece of flying feather slowly floating from the ground in the green beam of light, and then steadily stopping in the air, and then the aura in the apricot forest rushed towards the flying feather frantically.

The sudden change made the faces of Ao Mo'ang and the others suddenly changed, because they found that the Feiyu seemed to be invincible, and they had to absorb any spiritual energy, even the dragon power on Ao Moang and Ao Lie fluctuated.

Feeling the powerful suction around them, Ao Moang and Ao Lie looked a little solemn, and at this time Xing Xian’s pretty face was full of horror, because she found that her body was slowly losing spiritual power at this time. .

Ao Moang also sensed the changes in Xingxian's body at this time, and a burst of dragon power was released, and it instantly enveloped Xingxian, which stopped the loss of spiritual power on his body.

It's just that this is an expedient measure at best, because the dragon power in his body is also being absorbed at this time. Today's resistance doesn't have much effect at all. Ao Moang looked solemnly, and the dragon power in his hand condensed, and a golden light instantly struck the Jumang Feiyu in mid-air.

I saw that the golden light just got close to Feiyu, it was stagnant, and then it was completely absorbed by Feiyu. Ao Moang's expression was taken aback, then it became difficult to look.

Going at this speed, I am afraid that I will not be able to handle it soon. At this time, Ao Moang's dragon power had already slowed down because of the swallowing power.

At this critical juncture, a cyan light mask fell from the sky, instantly covering the three of Ao Moang. The feeling of loss of spiritual power on his body disappeared in an instant, but instead a warm current spread all over his body.

Ao Moang and Ao Lie looked up with joy at this time, and Xing Xian looked up curiously after feeling this feeling.

I saw a white figure slowly falling from the sky, with golden light floating all over his body, staring at the Jumang Feiyu in midair with a calm expression, without the slightest panic in his expression.

"Meet the Dragon King!"

Xingxian heard the voices of Ao Moang and hurriedly bowed to the ground and bowed, but his expression was shocked and curious. Is this the Dragon King?

Feeling the power emanating from his body, Xingxian felt that the Dragon King in front of him might be able to deal with this glowing flying feather.

I saw that the speed at which the flying feathers in the beam of light absorbed aura had slowed down, not as strong as before. A large amount of spiritual energy began to converge, and gradually a semi-physical illusion of a human face and a bird body appeared in the air.

The green light dissipated, although it was not the real body of the sentence mang, but at this time the illusion was still somewhat divine, it should be the essence and blood in it.

"Hun, Hun Yuan Jinxian?"

Xing Xian looked at the Jumang phantom formed in midair with some horror. When did she ever see a great demon of this level, at best, it was the great Luo Jinxian like Ao Moang and the others.

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