Zongman: My Natsume parents and sons are in Kyoto

And at the moment when Xia Mulonghe and others approached the sky above the city, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly roared, and there were countless thunderbolts hovering and raging in it, lightning and flint.

A storm surged among the dark clouds, gathering in the air to form a huge dragon head shape, with huge pupils staring down and thunderous laughter.

"You finally came!"

"I've been waiting for you for a long, long time!"

The thunder-like momentum rippling in the entire sky rolled up the boundless power, causing countless crowds to pour out from the city below Yuantian Palace.

Those people with long necks and strange appearances prostrated themselves on the ground one after another, and worshiped the dragon head in the sky, as if they were paying homage to their own beliefs!

The Yujiamei clan that enshrines the Sakura Dragon has long since been eroded by the power of the Sakura Dragon and thus turned into this half-dragon figure.

But on the other hand, they followed Yinglong, and gained the power of immortality from it!

That is the purest power of immortality, not a terrifying monster researched by the monks of Xianfeng Temple.

of course!

The Yujiamei clan is also not much better, and has already been reduced to a monster-like species under the erosion of Yinglong's power.

Xia Mulonghe stood on Weiying's back, looking at the sky with deep eyes: "Sakura Dragon!".

126. Facing Sakura Dragon!The collapse of Yuantian Palace.

"Boom!"

Lightning, flint and thunder raged, as if they were about to tear the sky apart, and the ancient whispering and mysterious language was full of vicissitudes!

"It's the language of the gods! Lord Yinglong has recovered."

"See Lord Yinglong! Willing to go through fire and water for Lord Yinglong."

The women of the Yujiamei clan in Yuantian Palace kowtow respectfully, because that is the great god they enshrine all their lives.

On top of the huge bird, Natsume Ryuhe slowly stood up and looked at the sky.

"Sakura Dragon! Here I come."

"Boom!"

Thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, and the cherry blossom-like pink light spots fell from the dense clouds and landed on Yuantian Palace.

The Yukami clan, bathed in the brilliance of cherry blossoms, danced at this moment. It was a sacrificial dance dedicated to the Dragon God.

"Boom!"

The earth roared at this moment, and huge dry vines emerged from the depths of the earth.

The complex root system, each of which is nearly [-] meters long protrudes from the depths of the earth, and clings to each other to form a towering giant tree with a length of nearly a kilometer.

The endless pink light illuminates the entire dark world, just like daytime.

Even the lightning and thunder in the sky are dimmed at this moment, and every move is driven by the mighty power of the sky!

That is the power from the gods, the terrifying divine power that controls a part of the world.

Natsume Ryuhe felt very familiar with this.

But if he perceives it subtly, Natsume Ryuhe can keenly perceive that kind of power, which is far less terrifying than he imagined!

Compared with Kagu Satomei's power to annihilate everything into powder, the cherry dragon in front of him is a little far behind.

In Natsume Ryuhe's perception, it is at most as good as Jianyu Leishen's back then, and even slightly inferior in terms of his background.

"Crash~!"

An illusory white dragon emerged from the huge cherry tree!

The figure of the white dragon is slender, holding a jade-like seven-branched knife in his hand, which is a sacrificial knife of the traditional neon sacrificial culture, but at this moment being held tightly by the white dragon, it contains a kind of majestic power that transcends all .

The power of the gods is vast, and grace is like purgatory!

At some point, the black knife had quietly appeared in the hands of Natsume Longhe.

"Weiying, you take Kikyo and leave here."

"Master Longhe, the one in front of you is a real dragon, very strong!"

Weiying didn't move, but said with concentration: "Maybe I can help you if I stay."

Natsume Ryuhe shook his head slightly and smiled, "No need, Weiying, your strength is not good at attacking."

"And the one in front of me is not a real dragon, it's just a clone at best."

Yes!

The real dragon clinging to the huge cherry tree is just a clone.

Although only relying on the avatar, Natsume Ryuhe has a sense of sight like facing Jianyu Leishen, but in the end it is nothing more than that.

With Natsume Ryuhe's current strength alone, he may not be able to deal with it.

"Go! Protect Kikyo."

"call out!"

Natsume Ryuhe tapped his toes lightly, causing the air to burst into air, and his figure rushed towards Yinglong in the distance like a step in the void.

Just relying on the power he displayed at this moment, it seems that he has transcended the inhuman realm.

Whether it is Yinglong or Natsume Ryuhe, this is not the first time they have met!

The battle that belongs to two people is about to break out without any suspense!

"If the soul of the East is defeated by me, you will be my servant forever~ˇ."

"You beat me first and then talk!"

The language spoken by the two is far more ancient and vicissitudes than the neon language, and it is deafening in the sky.

There was some splendor in Kikyo's eyes, and he knelt quietly on Weiying's back, his palm was already tightly grasping the longbow, and the other hand rested on the arrow feather, ready to go.

"Hurala~!"

The berserk wind roared through the void, and the cherry dragon, which was clinging to the cherry tree, took the lead in making the move.

The moment the seven knives in his hand were raised high and fell, a sword energy with a diameter of more than [-] meters swept across the Natsume Dragon River in the air in a shape that could be seen with the naked eye!

Facing the huge sword pressure from Yinglong, Natsume Ryuhe just grinned and did not dodge, and also raised the black knife in his hand!

"Wei Mingliu, Profound Truth, Killing with One Word."

"Er Lian!"

The dark sword light drives the ink-colored sword pressure, which is shaped like a huge arc covering a radius of hundreds of meters.

"Boom~!"

The sword pressure between the two touched, and a terrifying storm vortex erupted, forming a deadly storm that swept across the entire Yuantian Palace endlessly!

"Boom!"

With just this one blow, countless buildings collapsed as if they were destroyed, and countless big trees rose from the roots, as if they were beyond the reach of mortals!

It is not an exaggeration to call it divine power!

This is Natsume Ryuhe's power of "Weishingliu" displayed with the help of the black knife and his own power, which has completely surpassed the power of the sword master Weiming Yixin.

I dare not say that it has reached the realm of gods, but it has definitely reached the level of a big monster's attack.

The offensive has not stopped!

The densely packed swords pressed and touched in the void, and the battle had just begun.

Whether it was Yinglong or Natsume Ryuhe, neither of them stopped, the shining knife light tore through the air and sent out a phantom that cut off the world.

"Bang~!"

The air explosions sounded one after another, pushing Natsume Ryuhe's body to approach Yinglong quickly like a phantom.

And in an instant approaching hundreds of meters!

"Profound Truth Wind Injury!"

Above the raised black knife, there is a layer of breeze surrounding it, and the moment it falls, it suddenly sends out a violent wind pressure forward!

The brutal destruction and extreme power formed five extremely strong wind pressures to attack the cherry dragon that was clinging to the cherry tree.

"Boom~!"

Fengzhishang's terrifying sword pressure, which was enough to kill hundreds of monsters, suddenly spanned hundreds of meters and landed on the huge cherry tree with a roar.

There was a deafening sound like a thunderstorm, and five marks that looked like torn by sharp claws were left on the huge cherry tree, overflowing scarlet like blood is juice.

However, this is not a big harm to Yinglong!

"Roar~!"

Yinglong roared, seven knives raised high in the sky, dark clouds distorted, lightning flashed and thunder thundered down, and with his guidance, it turned into a thunderstorm and roared towards Natsume Longhe.

"Underworld!"

The black knife drew an arc in front of him, revealing a huge black hole!

The thunderstorm was established, and was swallowed up by the black hole in an instant, without even splashing the slightest wave.

"Here is the way of the dead! Good power."

Yinglong made a deafening voice, and his eyes burst into strange brilliance: "I'm going to get serious, I hope you can bear it."

"Ha ha!"

"Come out! My servants."

Yinglong's seven knives slammed into the ground, and groups of white mist surrounded the landslides and cracked the ground, forming a group of figures.

"Hoohoo~!"

The figures condensed by the white mist quickly condensed into reality. They were half-dragon figures. They had human features but the torso of a dragon. Their white eyes revealed endless piety.