Great Sage

"What, do you want to start?"

Seeing Wen Jing's move, Hun Kun immediately took a step forward and mobilized the spiritual power around him.

He didn't even take out his spirit treasure shuttle, because he felt that facing someone with such strength, he didn't need to take out his magic weapon at all.

The mid-stage quasi-sage is nothing more than a strong man. Even if he has a powerful innate spiritual treasure, it is still a grade lower than the real combat power of the gangster.

Looking at Wen Jing again, how dare he make a move at this time.

She could see clearly what Hun Kun and Lu Feng did in that Great Thousand World a few years ago.

These two are the ones who dare to challenge the saint now.

He was even able to take a few strokes from the saint, but he was almost unscathed.

Wen Jing immediately shook her head a few times, retracted the blood mosquitoes around her, and raised her hands to indicate that she was not malicious at all.

Just kidding, what's the use of summoning these blood mosquitoes.

In the face of this level of powerhouse, the best choice is not to resist. If they are in a good mood, they can still have a way out.

After all, when the sage wanted to kill them, their resistance was completely meaningless, and so were the two of them.

However, Hun Kun didn't look to see if he put down his weapon, and after he activated his aura, he was about to step forward to attack.

Lu Feng hurriedly pulled him back, and said through sound transmission.

"Don't be impulsive, Brother Hun Kun, this woman is still useful to keep."

What Lu Feng thought was that this Wen Jing is a member of the Western Sect now, but in the future, when the Great Tribulation of Conferred Gods ends, she will betray the Western Sect.

At this moment, the Western Cult protects and sustains the teaching movement with a twelve-petaled green lotus, and Wen Jing will destroy this green lotus in the future.

As a result, the religious movement of the Western religion collapsed, and more variables appeared in the Great Tribulation of the Conferred Gods.

Therefore, if you don't kill Wenjing now, it will definitely be used in the future Conferred God Great Tribulation.

Lu Feng thought so, but Hun Kun listened to him.

"Why, brother Lu Feng, if you are interested in this woman, then you can accept her, I will definitely not tell Nuwa."

In an instant, Lu Feng felt a dao rhyme surrounding him. With a familiar feeling, Lu Feng felt that this was definitely Nu Wa's dao rhyme.

What's wrong with this?

Are you still monitoring yourself all the time?
Lu Feng hurriedly winked at Hun Kun, and the sound transmission continued:

"Brother Kun Kun, don't talk nonsense, just keep her, it will be useful in Western religion in the future."

It only took a moment for the sound transmission between the two, and Wen Jing stood there in fear, so frightened that the little green dragon under control ignored it, and the two dragons regained their consciousness.

Roar!Roar!
He roared twice, and Wen Jing's legs were so frightened that she almost knelt down on the ground.

She turned her head, with a hint of ferocity in her eyes, and she was ready to kill the little dragon immediately.

Lu Feng raised his hand and shot out a wave of spiritual energy, stopping her.

"Don't move, this beauty, put down this dragon, you can go, this time we brothers only rob the dragon but not the sex."

With a sunny smile on Lu Feng's face, he signaled Wen Jing not to be afraid and to leave now.

Wen Jing stood there in a daze for a few seconds, and finally saw that Lu Feng had no intention of doing anything, so he immediately bowed to express his gratitude, then turned around and fled quickly.

There was a buzzing sound only made by mosquitoes flying.

Soon, Wen Jing completely disappeared before their eyes.

Lu Feng moved his gaze to the little green dragon.

This is a small green dragon that is only three feet long, that is, about ten meters long. It looks no thicker than a bucket, and it is completely a small dragon.

At this time, Wen Jing's power controlling the little Qinglong's primordial spirit had disappeared, and the little Qinglong was in a daze, looking around curiously.

Roar!
He called again.

The sound spread far in the sea.

But at this moment, all the dragons in the East China Sea have been held back, and there is no time to estimate, and it is estimated that they have not heard the voice here.

Lu Feng came in front of him.

"Don't bark, little dragon!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a complex dao rhyme appeared, directly transforming the little green dragon into a human form.

Became a teenager.

Thirteen or fourteen years old.

The boy's eyes were still full of bewilderment, he didn't know why he was here at this moment, and what happened just now.

Suddenly, he heard a voice above his head.

"Come on, read it with me, I am a little green dragon with horns on my head!"

Who is this?The dragon boy looked up.

I saw a young man in Tsing Yi standing there above his head, looking at him with a smile.

Beside him, there was a middle-aged man dressed in black with a stern face.

The smiling young man asked: "Little Qinglong, what's your name?"

The dragon boy was at a loss for a while, and then replied: "My name is Ao Yi!"