Comprehension Dragon Soul

As soon as the explosion was over, Si Minglang quickly disarmed the shield, and jumped up from the hole cut by their shield. The girl Shi who was with them was much faster than him with the shield. But it was not as solid as Si Minglang and Ao Rui's teamwork, it had already shattered when it exploded, and at this moment, she didn't know if it was because of the medicine she had swallowed before, her face was as pale as paper, and she wanted Yujian to fight again. Flying into the sky, his body swayed a bit, but he seemed powerless.

Si Minglang patted her on the shoulder lightly, not knowing what to say, but another person interrupted Si Minglang's train of thought, and that person handed Si Minglang a sword. He and Miss Shi, in this place where the explosive power is extremely terrifying, there are still people who survived, but they are not any other foundation-building stage monks, not even a monk, but a mortal.

Under the full force of the foundation-building cultivator who blew himself up, the original Yan Palace became a ruin, and the ruins were filled with the pain of countless servants who were originally palace servants. But at this moment, the monk who was able to save them, everyone Some of them are monks in the Qi training period who have lost their minds under the control of spiritual cultivation, such as Si Minglang and that female cultivator, but there are more important things to do.

It was Ao Rui who secretly helped. With his divine sense, he could almost completely enclose the entire Palace of Yan, like those huge wall pillars pressing on people, wall bricks piled up on people, and huge and heavy furniture. , he can even use his spiritual sense to manipulate them to move away, revealing the mortals who thought he was unlucky.

When Ao Rui was helping the mortal, Si Minglang had already recognized the mortal who looked unscathed—it was King Yan.

King Yan glanced at his completely changed capital, and handed over the sword to Si Minglang without saying a word.It was Sun Jingyu who used himself as a sacrifice before, aroused a powerful sword intent, and gave the spiritual cultivator a heavy blow with the sword.It is also a Dragon Yu Sword.The spiritual cultivator pulled it out from the wound, and when he found that he couldn't use it, he threw it away. Unexpectedly, King Yan picked it up and brought it back to Si Minglang.

Seeing that Si Minglang was hesitant, King Yan said softly: "The one on top of you was seriously injured just now, isn't it the same sword?" He added: "I can feel a similar breath."

When Si Minglang took the sword, he could clearly feel that it was different from the one he had sacrificed with dragon energy. This dragon-Yu sword that had been passed down in the world was full of shocking bloody aura. I don't know why the Sun family collects dragon qi to make offerings to it. The blood evil qi is so heavy that it can no longer be used as a spiritual treasure to suppress the family's luck.

However, these thoughts only flashed through Si Minglang's mind. What was more important now was the seriously injured and dying divine cultivator on the top of his head, who was going crazy there.

The only foundation-building stage monk in his hands exploded. For the spiritual cultivator who controlled him, the explosion could not distinguish between the enemy and the enemy. She was also within the scope of the explosion, but she was more prepared than everyone else, and she had already thought about it in advance. With a retreat, she was absorbed and wrapped by the idol in mid-air, and she was not damaged in the explosion.

It's just that this kind of ability doesn't seem easy to her, it seems to have an impact on the stability of the spirit, and now she broke free from the statue, the expression on her face became more and more terrifying, she laughed wildly in mid-air, and then stopped suddenly Laughter, cold voice said: "Those who do not enter my way, die!"

Regardless of his faintly vibrating internal organs, Si Minglang took the sword and rushed towards the sky, only to see that the divine cultivator who seemed to be about to attack a mortal made a strange gesture to grab it.Si Minglang followed her gestures and glanced down, seeing that Miss Shi was half supported by King Yan, going up to the viewing platform.

The surrounding Yanwang Palace has been crumbling, but this high platform is not damaged at all. No wonder Yanwang seemed almost unaffected by the explosion just now.This is roughly the central node of the entire moat formation, as long as it stays in the center of the node, it will not receive too much damage.

Si Minglang looked at those mortals in a blink of an eye, but saw a few monks with terrified faces. The other monks around them, whose eyes were red at first, had become believers of the spiritual cultivation and helped each other, but at this moment they were alone. All of them are far away from those monks who can't control their own bodies.

Seeing this, the few monks showed even more despair on their faces, their limbs swelled up, and they hissed in pain.

Si Minglang's heart skipped a beat, those monks looked exactly like the men who blew themselves up before!

Just thinking like this, those monks rushed into the crowd quickly, and blew themselves up one by one.The monks were able to avoid more, and most of the serious injuries and deaths were mortals.The smell of blood and the sound of wailing and crying almost spread throughout Yandu.

However, that spiritual cultivator still wants to stand up and declare loudly that these horrors and bloodsheds all come from her: "Those who return to my way can share boundless bliss." With her threat, the faces of the monks couldn't help showing The color of fear.Looking at the divine cultivator whose half body was pierced, exposing the bloody internal organs, and half of the body was intact, it was like looking at a ghost.

Feeling the heart of faith suddenly strengthened, the spiritual cultivator couldn't help laughing loudly.Among those monks in the qi training period, more than a dozen showed expressions of panic and despair. Others wished they could stay away from them, as if they were contagious.A mortal woman holding a child was pushed by a monk, and the child was thrown to the ground, bleeding from the head.

Under extreme fear, there is no difference between mortals and low-level monks.

She must not be allowed to go on like this.Regardless of continuing to accumulate strength, Si Minglang relied on his only three levels of cultivation, took a deep breath, and raised the Yulong Sword in his hand.He uttered the dragon spell that he hadn't learned for a long time.

Terrible suction emanated from this Yulong Sword, even more than the force needed by Si Minglang's before.Si Minglang tried his best to mobilize all the power in his body, regardless of how complicated the unrefined spiritual power was, he tried his best to absorb and supply the needs of Yulongjian.

But this is not enough, far from enough!The Yulong Sword full of bloody aura is even more terrifying than the previous one. If the spell fails, the backlash will be even more powerful.

Just as Si Minglang was teetering in mid-air, a familiar spiritual force passed into Si Minglang's body.That was Ao Rui's spiritual power.

What kind of contract Ao Rui made with him at the beginning is not known. Before, they could vaguely feel each other's cultivation level and where they were, and now they can even transfer spiritual power to each other without any rejection.

In Si Minglang's memory, he had never seen such a miraculous contract.It is also with Ao Rui's support that he can still think about something at this time.

A bloody light exploded, and the god who was laughing wildly in mid-air completely disappeared from this world.The shimmering golden statue had a mysterious smile on its face, squeezed a formula with one hand, and slowly disappeared.

But the figure in the black robe fell from mid-air like a kite with a broken string.