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Li Nezha's three-headed and six-armed dharma body comes from the Bajiu Xuangong. Its core origin is similar to the Jiuzhuan Vajra Jue.

Both of them were fighting together with various spiritual treasures in their hands, and no one could do anything to the other, but later Zhenjun Long didn't want to worry any more, and he was not afraid of getting hurt at all, and began to adopt the strategy of exchanging injuries for injuries.

You hit me on the forehead with the circle of heaven and earth, and if I don't defend myself, I will stab your heart with the yin and yang demon-slaying sword.

You stabbed me in the heart with a pointed spear, and I let go of the empty door, and poked your eye sockets with a fire stick.

Bang!

Qianqi Shenaxe and Qiankun Circle clashed, and the two exchanged injuries again, each flying upside down.

Nezha's eye sockets were dripping with fairy blood, and his body suffered dozens of injuries, with fine cracks appearing faintly.

Zhenjun Long didn't look good on the other side, he was hanging everywhere, but he was still full of fighting spirit.

Li Nezha yelled and cursed: "If you fight me so desperately, even if you win, you will be seriously injured. Is it good for you?"

Zhenjun Long groaned and groaned, and the wild dragon roared with boundless fighting spirit. He said: "Benefits? What is that thing? What I want is your life, the falling of the stars, the dusk of the gods, the falling of the heavenly palace, and the rebirth of all things. Annihilation is also Nirvana. Even if Ao Qing withers in the slaughter, it will be like the toad light after dusk, remembered by those who come after, chasers, and admirers. Ao Qing, Ao Qing, will be the origin of the fall of gods and Buddhas in the sky !"

Spread the sound to the Three Realms!

It smells moving!

More people cast their gazes here, and their hearts throbbed beyond words.

The Great Sage Pingtian of Jilei Mountain stands on the top of the mountain, behind him are all the demon kings under his command, all staring at this side, clenched their fists silently, but the anger and fighting spirit in their hearts pierced through the clouds and went straight to the ninth heaven.

Princess Iron Fan came up, took Lao Niu's arm, and said, "Ao Qing will not die."

Full of meaning.

The Great Sage Ping Tian nodded slowly, and said in a low voice: "Of course not, he promised that the blue dragon soul has already left its mark in the Three Realms. When he wakes up again, the world will be overturned!"

The meaning is also difficult to understand, but the belief is high.

The fighting spirit of the Great Sage of Pingtian traverses Hezhou, Xiniu!

groan!

Roar!

Howling!

Countless demon saints echoed across the air, and all kinds of demon saints roared, shaking the blue sky!

All the stars in the heavenly world trembled, shattered, and fell amidst roars!

Dapanshan Dragon King Mansion.

on the top of the mountain.

Two beautiful figures stood, and behind them were the "remnants" of the Dragon King's Mansion, including Tie Jiao.

When the arrogance of a demon saint rises, even the little demon who has not yet opened his mind suddenly has boundless pride in his heart, and they all agree with each other, raising their heads and howling!

"Sister, he's roaring, and the stars are shining."

Xiaoqing grabbed the white lady's palm, looked up at the disillusioned star that was roared down by countless demon saints, proud and sad.

"Dawn is coming, just wait for him to be reborn from Nirvana. He said that all marks will not be erased. Even if he falls, he will be rekindled one day."

The white lady's gentle gaze reveals firmness.

On this day, in countless regions, countless people who looked at the fairy gods descending into the sky, all said words with incomprehensible meanings.

Ao Chong, the dragon demon king in the northern sea, only took a hasty look at that side. When a star fell into this sea, he looked away, sealed off his own dragon palace, and fell into seclusion.

"The stars fall into the sea, and the sea makes waves, and the waves will grow stronger."

Similar to the Flood Demon King, there are also the Four Seas Dragon Palace, as well as places where dragons are entrenched everywhere.

Qingzu had his words first, and Dragon Mother repeatedly ordered them to stand firmly on the side of heaven, on the side of justice, and put aside all ties to the traitor Ao Qing.

All the dragons are dormant, and they don't even have the qualifications to roar together with the tens of thousands of monsters in Hezhou, Xiniu.

They could only look at that side quietly, their eyes were gray, but when they saw the bloody warrior, the look in their eyes gradually recovered. They seemed to have witnessed the glory of the dragon clan, recovering, burning Yao.

Although there is only a moment in the end, the brilliance of this moment is the eternal brilliance.

The arrogance that exists in the blood makes all the dragons and You Rongyan roar in their hearts, their genes tremble under the shackles, and their blood runs endlessly in their bodies.

But even though the gods and souls were roaring, none of the dragons surfaced, because at this time, bowing their heads unwillingly and dormant humbly is the best way to resist.

Qingzu will recover, and after recovery, he can't see that none of his bloodline descendants survived. At that time, he should wear the glory of the dragon clan and be a vassal of ten thousand dragons, instead of fighting alone.

"Blood, blood, this shit shackle, how long will I be imprisoned for my Dragon Clan..."

The Dragon King of the East China Sea was groaning, the shackles imposed by heaven on his body to suppress the blood of the dragon clan were still as firm as a mountain.

"The ancestors are fighting, but the descendants are dormant. There is nothing so sad, the pain of the race, the shame of the ethnic group..."

"Is it dawn, all I see is darkness, endless darkness."

"The beginning of the road is the cyan will stealing Buddhist scriptures, the middle of the road is the recovery of the cyan will, the cyan dragon soul is writing the title page of Ragnarok, and the end of the road, what is it? If there is still only that Cyan is struggling on its own, the dragon clan, the dragon clan, the most tragic clan."

All the unruly dragons, shackled and sealed by invisible shackles, whispered at this moment, so they had to talk to themselves.

Inside the Dragon Mother Palace.

The mother of the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas, apart from Qinglong, the oldest surviving member of the dragon clan, she was drowsy on the dragon chair with cloudy eyes, as if she had really reached the end of her life.

"Sleepy, fell asleep, after waking up, can you see the sunshine rainbow?"

Western Paradise Buddhist Realm.

The envoy of the clean altar beat the wooden fish feebly, muttering in his mouth:

"Fool, fool, the incense and vows owed to me are gone~"

The Eight Heavenly Dragons Guangli Bodhisattva poked his head out of the lotus merit pool, glanced at that side, and fell silent.

He didn't even have the right to show a hint of sadness, the only thing he could say was:

"Ao Qing, Ao Qing, damn it, damn it, righteousness destroys relatives, righteousness, this is righteousness and justice, it doesn't count as forgetting one's ancestors."

Little Bailong burst into tears, but in an instant, the pearls were washed away by the real water in the lotus merit pool.

On the Moon Palace.