My teacher is a bit strong

Snort softly.

With a wave of Huang Zi's hand, the night became dense again.

At this time, he was already standing within reach of the dome.

It was only at the place so close to the dome that I was shocked to realize that the stars all over the sky are not decorated with starbursts, they are clearly streams of condensed sword energy!

How many stars are there?

How much sword energy!

"Boom—"

A second thunderclap sounded.

Huang Zi sneered.

He just hovered in mid-air with his hands behind his back, staring up.

In his pupils, there is a purple thunder light with a diameter of more than three meters falling from the sky.

"go."

A light shout.

Thousands of stars twinkle.

The stars in the night sky dimmed slightly.

But outside the Taiyi Valley, there is a pure white five-clawed dragon soaring into the sky.

There was no dragon roar.

But there is the sound of swords.

The pure white sword spirit dragon soared into the sky, and circled the Zixiao Shenlei, as if it wanted to rush into the Zixiao Thundercloud to find out.

The hovering posture is like a rebellious minister.

Obviously it is only a divine dragon condensed and manifested by sword energy, but it carries an unspeakable spirituality.

It has a contemptuous and arrogant demeanor, and it doesn't take this Tianwei in its eyes at all.

"boom--"

Zi Lei exploded.

The divine dragon that had condensed thousands of sword qis was torn apart.

The raging sword energy, engulfed in the great power of the sky, turned into a shocking ripple of an explosion in mid-air.

The violent wind, following the halo that spread like ripples, wantonly destroyed everything around it.

Except for the Taiyi Valley, the hundreds of miles around turned into a barren sandy land in an instant.

Whether it is a towering mountain peak, a hard rock, or a verdant vegetation, all of them have been reduced to nothing.

"The power of the sky is unpredictable? Heh." Huang Zi chuckled again.

He climbed up the stairs again.

Then walked out of the night sky dome of the Taiyi Valley Mountain Protection Formation.

Above his head was the purple thundercloud.

And under his feet is the Tai Yi Valley, which is full of vitality.

"Go again."

Another soft drink.

Two white dragons, manifested by sword energy, soared into the sky again.

But this time, the color of the two white dragons was obviously darker than the first one.

Not pure white.

Instead, there is a faint flow of silver.

"Boom—"

As if irritated by Huang Zi's contemptuous and provocative gesture, the third thunderclap was deafening.

Another purple thunder fell.

But this purple thunder is a bit thicker than the second one just now.

The two white dragons entangled with each other and circled upwards, facing Zi Lei like a pair of dragons playing with pearls.

The three touched each other.

No deafening, sky-shaking noises.

There is no violent airflow impact.

There is only one piece of white awn.

It seems that the colors between the heaven and the earth have all been taken away by Qi.

"Ah."

Between heaven and earth, there was a chuckle.

Then, like the signal to draw the curtain.

The white awns began to fade.

It's as if the painter has finally defined his subject and started to paint on the white canvas.

The colors of the sky and the earth are restored.

Ziyun is still that piece of Ziyun.

The barren sand is still the barren sand.

But above the Taiyi Valley, there are four more pale silver dragons.

This time, the Shenlong not only has five claws, but also has dragon scales.

More spirituality.

But the fly in the ointment is that these four dragons have no eyes.

In their eyes, some are just blank.

Draw dragons without finishing touch.

No matter how spiritual you are, it is just a dead thing.

"not coming?"

Huang Zi laughed again.

Laughter was rampant.

"If you don't come, then I will."

With one finger of Huang Zi's right hand, four pale silver dragons soared into the sky.

This time, there was still no dragon roar.

But there were more sword sounds like dragon chant.

The sound shook Jiuxiao.

"Boom—"

Finally the fourth thunderclap sounded.

But what fell was not a purple thunder.

But four ways.

It's just that compared to the previous Zi Lei, this fourth Zi Lei is much smaller.

This Zixiao Leijie actually played a trick of dividing into four.

The four Zi Leis, who were a few sizes smaller, each met a dragon.

Under the collision of purple and silver, the two naturally cancel each other out.

But at this moment, Leiyun showed signs of dissipating.

Huang Zi's eyes were fixed, and he suddenly shouted softly: "Go!"

The wind is blowing!

A silver-white divine dragon pierced through the air from Huang Zi's side.

And compared to the previous dragons with sword energy manifested, this dragon is more realistic, not only has four legs and five claws, dragon beard and dragon scales, but also horns and dragon temples.

The only thing that remains the same is that the pupils of this divine dragon are still blank.

The wind howled.

The dragon soars into the sky.

But the purple meaning in that piece of thundercloud is dissipating at an astonishing speed.

Probably, this "Tianwei" has also understood Huang Zi's methods.

I also know that it is impossible to get Huang Zi by any means today, and if it continues, it will only be a wedding dress.

That is not the original intention of this world.

After all, Shenlong rushed into the thundercloud.

However, he did not find that touch of purple meaning.

There was a sound.

It was actually a dragon roar full of unwillingness and anger.

He sighed.

Huang Zi flicked his sleeves, but cupped his hands in all directions.

Then he walked back to Taiyi Valley again.

After the thunderclouds dissipated in the sky, there was no silver dragon left.

Yes, it's just sunny.

Only the desert with a radius of hundreds of miles in Taiyi Valley showed that it was not a dream just now.

……

"Let's go." A charming voice sounded, "Stay here, be careful and you won't be able to leave."

"Sigh." A helpless sigh sounded, "If Huang Zi doesn't die for a day, our Demon League will never have any hope of rising."

"You should be lucky, he fell short after all... Borrowing the power of the first thunder calamity four times in ancient times, he played with the unpredictable power of heaven in his palms, and almost made him succeed in creating. If a new dragon is born, our monster At least half of the family's luck will be distributed to him, and the consequences will be even more unpredictable." Another female voice sounded, but compared to the first voice that seemed so charming just by listening to the voice, this female voice was more indifferent A lot, "Qing Ji, your plan has come to nothing."

"I didn't plan anything, I just left it at random." The coquettish voice sounded again, "It's a joy to succeed, but there is no loss if it fails. After all, it is the child's own choice, but it has nothing to do with me."

"Let's go."

A sigh.

Standing in the north, a figure wearing brocade clothes and a jade crown with a curtain on his head finally gradually dissipated.

After that, the two figures on both sides of him also slowly disappeared.

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It's almost the work of the front and rear feet.

The moment the figures of the three Great Saints of the Demon League dissipated, light footsteps resounded in the void.

Four figures appeared here one after another.

"Humph."

There was a nasal snort, but it was like rolling thunder.

The middle-aged man in a Confucian long shirt looked indifferently: "One step slower."