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"No, it's not a snake, it's a dragon that turns the earth into a dragon!" Jiang Hanyue exclaimed.

"It's shameful that a golden-backed ink-lined dragon that is about to transform itself hides in a small pool to plot against its younger generation," Fairy Qingxu said calmly.

The golden-backed ink-line Jiao didn't say much, a fierce aura erupted from his body, and the astonishing spiritual pressure was pressed down on his head, Wei Wuyou and others' legs were weak, and they fell to the ground.

"The monsters in the transformation stage are approaching the monks in the Nascent Soul stage. I'm afraid, I'm afraid, Master Qingxu is no match." Zhan Wushuang was trembling.

I thought it was to subdue the toad of the foundation-building stage, but unexpectedly killed a monster that was close to the Nascent Soul stage halfway.

"You only have one claw, so you dare to come out to harm people," Fairy Qingxu said,

As soon as the words came out, everyone looked, and they really saw that the golden-backed ink-line dragon had only a small claw, which was insignificant compared to its huge body.

The golden-backed ink thread dragon spit out letters, with a fierce light flashing, and opened its mouth to spit out a jet of blue water, jetting away.

Fairy Qingxu opened her sandalwood mouth slightly, and a white light flew out. The air around her was suddenly cold, and the magic weapon was spinning around, showing the shape of a sword.

Zhixu sword, the whole body is clear, like an ice sculpture.

A faint figure of a small white dragon surrounds the sword body, and a dragon shadow looms in the air behind the sword, with powerful eyes, looking down at the common people.

"Dragon Soul?" The golden-backed ink-line dragon let out a jerk laugh, "A monk at the alchemy stage and a dragon soul are just enough for me to nourish."

After all, the red mist enveloped the golden-backed ink-line dragon. It moved like lightning, opened its mouth wide, and sprayed out an endless stream of purple liquid from the mouth.

"Get out of the way!" Fairy Qingxu scolded, and headed forward, the Zhixu sword pierced through the air, carrying the momentum of frost and snow, unstoppably slashing towards the golden-backed ink line dragon,

I saw the scarlet clouds surging around its body, which was pierced by the sword intent, and the Zhixu sword slashed on its crimson scales, making the sound of metal and stone hitting each other.

The dragon's breath of the Zhixu sword sprayed on the gold-backed ink line dragon, covering a part of the body with hoarfrost, which instantly froze into ice cubes.

Fairy Qingxu took advantage of the situation and backed up, circulating her true energy to suppress the poison in her body. She watched several disciples turn blue and dodge the purple liquid in embarrassment. When the purple liquid fell to the ground, it burned a big hole and gave off a disgusting stench. .

The golden-backed ink-line dragon hissed, the red light flickered a few times on the frozen body, the shattered ice cracked, it moved its body, except for the cold dragon's breath, which was annoying, the sword just now only Light marks were left on the red scales.

The tail of the gold-backed ink thread dragon swung wildly, and the thick trees fell to the ground one after another. It used its tail to attack violently, and at the same time, it continuously sprayed blue water jets from its mouth.

Yun Xuan took out the bottle from the Qiankun bag, swallowed the detoxification pill, and threw it to Jiang Hanyue and the others.

With a wave of Zhan Wu's hands, the eight-pole formation flag flew out and disappeared into the ground. He made a formula in his mouth and laid down the eight-door golden armor formation. go,

At the same time, Jiang Hanyue and the others also took out the runes and magic weapons. Wei Wuyou didn't have so many treasures, so he had to take out the Chijindingding.

"Eight Gates of Golden Armor Formation", the tone of the gold-backed ink line is full of satisfaction, it flicks its tail and opens the magic weapon Jiang Hanyue called, opens its mouth wide, and swallows a golden unicorn into its belly, and the rest The seven-headed golden unicorn suddenly dimmed a lot,

Zhan Wushuang's true energy was swallowed up, and he spit out blood. He didn't dare to fight, and with a wave of his hand, the eight flags rose from the ground and returned to his hands.

As Jiang Hanyue, Yun Xuan and others activated the magic weapon, the poison in the body circulated faster, and his face became more and more ugly. At the same time, Fairy Qingxu kept activating the Zhixu sword to restrain the golden-backed ink-line dragon.

But the monster's defensive power is unbelievably strong, and the sword energy from Zhixu Sword can't hurt it in the slightest.

However, the dragon's breath emitted by the dragon soul was quickly swallowed by the red clouds around him, which instead made the golden-backed ink-line flood dragon more and more violent.

The multicolored magic weapons sacrificed by the disciples were aimed at the golden-backed ink-line dragon, but none of them could harm it. Instead, the giant tail swept Feng Sujiu, pushing her away more than ten feet away, and she fainted immediately.

"Yunxuan, take Ah Jiu away." Fairy Qingxu knew that these disciples would only lose their lives if they stayed, so she took out a medicine bottle containing detoxification pills from her bosom, and threw it to them.

"Master, apprentice...", Yun Xuan refused to leave, "Junior sister, we stay here just to distract my uncle", Jiang Hanyue threw a picture of the ground as a prison talisman, forming a small barrier around the ink line Jiao, Taking advantage of the situation, he carried Feng Sujiu behind his back, turned his head to look, and saw that the small barrier had already been smashed to pieces by the gold-backed ink line.

"Trap it for the teacher, you go as soon as possible", Fairy Qingxu injected the Zhixu sword with a steady stream of true energy in her body, and the light was shining brightly.

She took out a wind spirit talisman with her left hand, and suddenly there was a strong gust of wind, blowing away the scarlet cloud of the golden-backed ink-line flood dragon, and holding the sword in her right hand, she jumped into the air,

Zhixu sword turned into a huge white dragon, and she stood gracefully, with the strong wind blowing her hair, her brows calm and calm,

Wei Wuyou stood there in a daze, she thought, as if she had never seen Master Qingxu panicked before.

The roar of the dragon was deafening, and the nine-clawed real dragon leaped down in the air with a burst of coercion, smashing open the red scales of the golden-backed ink line dragon, and the dragon's claws penetrated in, grabbing out a palm-sized hole,

The wound was instantly frozen, and layers of hoarfrost covered the outside, tearing the wound open again with a destructive force.

The golden-backed ink-line dragon let out a huge roar, shaking his whole body in pain, staring at her fiercely with red eyes, "Little alchemy cultivator, dare to hurt me!",

"Let's go!", the voice sounded like gold and stone, and the sound was transmitted to the ears. Wei Wuyou saw that the expressions of the rest of the people were awe-inspiring. Jiang Hanyue took the lead and ran down the mountain quickly with Feng Su Jiu on his back.

Zhan Wushuang tried his best to take back the formation flag, stumbled and ran away with Jiang Hanyue, Yun Xuan's pretty face was as white as snow, she knew that what Jiang Hanyue said was right, she couldn't help if she stayed here, and she would let Master Distracted, he stomped his feet fiercely, turned around and disappeared in the forest.

"A few brats are enough to fit between the teeth. If you want to leave, it's not that easy." The golden-backed ink line dragon leaped into the air, continuously spraying blue water jets from its mouth, and hit the looming figure.

Fairy Qingxu's face was pale. She had just refined the dragon soul. Every time she swung the Xu Xu sword in her hand, the dragon soul absorbed the true energy in her body like a bottomless pit. With the suppression of true qi, the poison in the body exploded very quickly.

Flipping her left hand, she took out a few high-level spirit stones, and absorbed the spirit power until the spirit stones gradually lost their luster. Then she circulated her true energy and poured it into the Zhixu sword, and the dragon soul in midair gradually became clear.

The ice dragon of the ancient mythical beast is originally a very strong spirit, but after tens of thousands of years, it gradually weakens and can be refined into a magic weapon. A dragon soul that lacks nourishment can exert less than [-]% of its power.

But Jiao, no matter how powerful he is, he is still not a dragon after all.

Under the dragon's prestige, the golden-backed ink-line flood dragon barely suppressed the fear from the depths,

No matter how powerful the dragon soul without a physical body is, it can't compare to my indestructible scale armor. If it can devour the dragon soul, it will definitely help it transform into form.

Seeing Fairy Qingxu concentrating on activating the Zhixu Sword, the clouds gathered, the sky and the earth changed color, the breath of the dragon gradually became stronger, and the birds and beasts in the forest ran away for their lives.

A pile of spiritual stones turned into waste stones, and the painful meridians indicated the exhaustion of true energy. Fairy Qingxu's eyes shone, and Yunxia changed color!

Rain and snow were falling from the sky, bone-piercing cold air gathered on the tip of Zhixu Sword, a snow-white dragon revealed its true body, and slammed into the golden-backed ink-line dragon fiercely!

The sword intent is mixed with the dragon's breath, and he moves forward fearlessly!

Fairy Qingxu's figure turned into a ray of white light, pointing at the sword, invincible!

Before the sword arrives, the dragon's breath has arrived!

Jinbei Moxianjiao felt all the bones in his body stiffen and make noises, as if they were brittle and shattered!

The whole body was covered with hoarfrost, the icy dragon's breath was swaying in the body, stirring its internal organs, the golden back ink line was so painful that it wanted to roll,

But the body was frozen hard, even though it was a cold-blooded animal, it was still freezing to death.

The sword intent arrived decisively, and the red cloud touched and dissipated, revealing the head of the golden-backed ink line dragon. A sword was drawn from the forehead to the corner of the mouth, and it instantly condensed into ice. pit to.

Even the blood was frozen!

The golden-backed ink-line flood dragon lowered its head, looked at the eyeballs that fell on the ground with the remaining eyes, and swayed wildly, with the bones all over its body making violent noises.

It opened its mouth and bit Fairy Qingxu!

It wants to bite her to death and tear her into pieces!

The ground trembled, the rocks cracked, and the trees kept falling. The original pool of water was long gone, and the surrounding ground sank several feet.

Fairy Qingxu succeeded in one blow, but was powerless to continue, taking advantage of the fury of the ink line on the golden back, immediately, the figure receded like electricity,

How could the golden-backed ink thread dragon make her escape, it swung its long tail, wrapped around her waist in the air, and smashed to the ground.

Huge craters were smashed into the ground, and his chest felt as if struck by a thunderbolt. Fairy Qingxu spat out a mouthful of blood, her eyes were cold.

She raised Zhixu Sword with both hands, and stabbed fiercely into the tail of the snake, the bitter dragon's breath brushed away the scarlet cloud,

The Zhixu sword only pierced a small hole on the red scale, the blue light flickered, and the cold air penetrated the body.

The four or five zhang giant jiao raised its head, there was a bloody hole in its eye socket, and a small figure in white was wrapped around the tip of its tail, swinging wildly and slapping the ground continuously.

The black hair fluttered in the wind, and in the hands of the small man, there was only a clear sword, exuding a dazzling luster, raising, stabbing down, raising up, stabbing down...

The author has something to say: Wei Wuyou, where are you?

I was crazily calling by the side, with a cute face.

Thanks for dismantling the second-generation hahahahaha grenade, eat chicken when you have time.