Imperial Cultivation

This Mo Jiao's triangular eyes shot out electric light, and the two jade horns on its forehead gleamed brilliantly.

A flying knife was stuck in the center of the two long horns.

The flying knife was embedded halfway into the Mo Jiao's forehead, trembling incessantly, its cold light flashing, as if it was still trying to burrow deeper.

The scales all over Mo Jiao's body shimmered with a dim luster, and its enormous body, seemingly capable of obscuring the sky, looked ready to dive down at any moment. Xiao Ruoling and Shen Hanyue instantly felt their bodies go numb, as if they were frozen and unable to move.

This was a suppression originating from their bloodline, impossible to control. Chu Zhiyuan soared into the air, shooting towards the Mo Jiao like an arrow released from a bow.

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His palms formed a seal, and his body was already enveloped in the Invincible Realm's Gang Qi in the air. His right palm transformed into a fist, and the Great Heavenly Dragon Fist was unleashed. The Mo Jiao flicked its body, and its tail lashed out, creating a phantom image as it smashed towards Chu Zhiyuan.

The air crackled and exploded, similar to a sonic boom. "Bang!"

Chu Zhiyuan's right fist slammed into the Jiao's tail, the muffled sound like thunder.

The scales were smooth like iron armor, hard and immovable, only the power of the Great Heavenly Dragon Fist could penetrate it. He was knocked back as if he had no power to resist.

Shen Hanyue tremblingly took out a silver tube, ready to shoot it into the air, but Xiao Ruoling held down her wrist. "Senior Sister, are we still waiting?" Shen Hanyue's red lips trembled, her small face already pale.

She had never seen such a huge demon beast, and it was a Jiao, a legendary creature. Chu Zhiyuan was like an ant facing an elephant in front of it. It was impossible to win, and he might even lose his life.

Xiao Ruoling gently shook her head: "Let's wait a little longer. If we really need to send a signal, the Prince will tell us."

Chu Zhiyuan stopped abruptly just as he was about to crash into the two women, halting in mid-air.

His purple robe fluttered loudly, as if a gale was blowing, his expression calm and composed, and then "whoosh" he shot towards the Mo Jiao again. His right fist once again slammed into the tail that the Mo Jiao swung over.

The Mo Jiao swung its tail even faster, the void "crackling" and exploding, a string of dark shadows enveloping Chu Zhiyuan. "Bang!" Chu Zhiyuan was once again fiercely smashed away by the Jiao's tail, shooting towards the two women.

"Aren't we sending a signal yet?" Shen Hanyue hurriedly said.

She felt that Chu Zhiyuan was about to be finished, and it would be too late if they didn't send a signal now.

"Not yet," Xiao Ruoling said softly, "Junior Sister, look carefully."

Shen Hanyue widened her eyes, trying to see clearly.

She discovered that three flying knives had already appeared on the Mo Jiao's forehead. She didn't know when, but two more flying knives had been inserted. The original flying knife was inserted in the center of the forehead, and the other two flying knives were stuck into the base of the jade horns.

The Mo Jiao was already furious, its enormous body transforming into a dark shadow that enveloped everything, swinging its tail to attack Chu Zhiyuan wildly.

Chu Zhiyuan was smashed around like a ball, flying back and forth, but even his purple robe wasn't dirtied. An invisible force was protecting him, obviously Gang Qi. But could Gang Qi have such power?

If her own Gang Qi encountered this Mo Jiao, it would probably be vulnerable and broken long ago, right?

Chu Zhiyuan found that in front of this Mo Jiao, the Dragon Transformation Art was operating even faster than usual, even more so than when wearing the Flying Dragon Pearl. As the Dragon Transformation Art operated, the Tendon Refinement continued, and at the same time, the Great Heavenly Dragon Fist was also operating smoothly.

This benefited from his many thoughts, agile and free, and all originated from the Dragon Transformation Art's mental cultivation method, not conflicting with each other.

With the Invincible Realm's Gang Qi draped outside his body, it had already effectively eliminated a large portion of the Mo Jiao's power. The remaining power didn't injure this body at all. He discovered that the strength of his body was beyond imagination, especially when facing this kind of head-on collision.

Instead, he felt more and more courageous as he fought.

The Mo Jiao suddenly changed its tactics, suddenly coiling around him, trying to strangle him between its body. Chu Zhiyuan flashed, avoiding its body's entanglement, and struck the same spot with another Great Heavenly Dragon Fist.

He recognized the same scale, and the Great Heavenly Dragon Fist continuously smashed into it. The fist strength was not pure power, but also essence, energy, and spirit, and strange power. They would burrow into the Mo Jiao's body, constantly destroying it.

Borrowing the power of the Great Heavenly Dragon Fist, he could see clearly and saw the subtle changes inside the Mo Jiao's body. The Great Heavenly Dragon Fist was destroying its strength, weakening its power, and slowing its speed.

At the same time, a thought in his mind was constantly thinking about the Dragon Subduing Scripture, thinking about the Dragon Transformation Art, and comparing it with the inside of the Mo Jiao's body.

Its speed was comparable to taking the Sky-Penetrating Grass.

Chu Zhiyuan was greatly surprised.

He didn't expect that practicing the Dragon Transformation Art in front of a Jiao dragon would have such a miraculous effect.

In ancient times, if there were Jiao dragons or dragons, wouldn't this Dragon Transformation Art be a quick shortcut?

Shen Hanyue had already taken back the thin silver tube, and stood in the distance with Xiao Ruoling to watch the excitement.

Chu Zhiyuan was smashed around, looking like an ant shaking a tree, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

But his purple robe fluttered, spotless, embarrassed but still composed, it seemed that the Mo Jiao couldn't do anything to him.

The Mo Jiao only occupied the advantage in terms of form, suppressing him with its huge size and strength, but it couldn't really hurt him.

"Smash it!"

"Smash it again!"

"Yes, smash it hard!"

Shen Hanyue clenched her small fists and shouted softly to cheer Chu Zhiyuan on, her body twisting as Chu Zhiyuan flew back and forth. Xiao Ruoling also stared intently at the field, holding the silver tube tightly in her hand, ready to shoot a signal at any time.

Time passed slowly, and Chu Zhiyuan seemed to be made of iron, able to remain composed no matter how the Jiao dragon attacked.

A long roar suddenly sounded.

Chu Zhiyuan's purple robe suddenly bulged, and a golden dragon phantom vaguely appeared behind his body.

Tendon Refinement complete!

The Mo Jiao immediately sensed something was wrong, and the momentum of its forward attack stopped abruptly, turning sharply to leave.

But Chu Zhiyuan took a step and came behind it, placed both hands on its tail, and swung it violently.

The Mo Jiao seemed to have suddenly become hollow, and was actually thrown directly out by Chu Zhiyuan, flying in the opposite direction.

The Mo Jiao twisted its body violently in the air, trying to shoot away into the distance.

But Chu Zhiyuan took another step and caught up, placing both hands on its tail again, and swung it again.

The Mo Jiao was thrown flying again without any power to resist.

"Good!"

"Good, good, good!"

Shen Hanyue clapped her small hands and shouted嬌喝.

She saw the Mo Jiao's panic, such a huge body was actually not as strong as Chu Zhiyuan's power.

Chu Zhiyuan relied on his tyrannical power to throw the Mo Jiao, which was dozens of times his size, back and forth.

The situation instantly underwent a three hundred and sixty degree reversal.

From Chu Zhiyuan being beaten and flying back and forth, it became the Mo Jiao being thrown and flying back and forth.

Such an unbelievable situation, it would be hard to believe if you didn't see it with your own eyes.

Chu Zhiyuan jumped onto the Mo Jiao's back, his purple robe fluttering, and went up along the Mo Jiao's back, all the way to its horns, where the Great Heavenly Dragon Fist slammed down fiercely.

"Bang!"

Almost at the same time, the three flying knives were smashed into the Mo Jiao's head.

The Mo Jiao's forward momentum stopped abruptly.

Its huge body suddenly stopped twisting, and fell straight down, just hitting the mighty river.

Chu Zhiyuan followed closely behind, swinging violently in the air.

The Mo Jiao's body flew up again.

"Bang" It crashed heavily on the riverbank, the gravel being smashed to pieces, and the weeds turning into juice.

Its body twitched, still not completely dead.

Chu Zhiyuan slowly floated down beside it, his purple robe fluttering.

Shen Hanyue turned her head to look at Xiao Ruoling.

Xiao Ruoling's deep eyes became even more blurred, her jade face flushed red as if drunk.