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Wei Qing gasped, and it turned out that Lu Fan was the demon that had been entrenched in his heart for many years.

After cultivating in Ziyun Sect for more than ten years, Lu Fan's face has long lost the gloomy and cold air, and his surface is always gentle and elegant. At this time, he also said calmly: "Xiao Wei, long time no see."

Wei Qing couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion for a while, and blurted out: "Didn't you die in Suitian Town? If you die, you should leave quickly and reincarnate properly. When I go out, I will burn paper for you every year."

Lu Fan laughed and said, "How can I die so easily. Even if I die, I will still remember our original promise. If you don't keep your promise, how can I leave?"

Wei Qing said: "I don't remember any promise I made to you."

Lu Fan tried to take two steps forward and got closer to Wei Qing: "Did you forget? You blinded me the first day you came to this world. As I said, I will use the soul refining technique I took your home, you are mine, and I can't escape in this life."

As he spoke, the dark horcrux in his hand suddenly lifted above his head, and a thick black smoke burst out from the vessel, with a pungent stench, as if it contained thousands of years of bones.

Wei Qing was suffocated by the stench and took two steps back again and again, only to feel an evil spirit rushing into his heart, nausea and dizziness, and his body went limp.

Lu Fan took the opportunity to rush over, grabbing Wei Qing's collar with one hand, and holding up the Horcrux with the other, his only eye was as hopelessly cold as a ghost.

Facing the biggest nightmare of his life, Wei Qing couldn't suppress the fear in his heart, and suddenly shouted: "Where are you going?"

Behind him suddenly a huge golden phantom rose into the sky, it was the blood of the golden dragon, the supreme dragon, the spiritual power and the magic dragon gathered huge energy in Wei Qing's body, like a huge thunder that exploded into the sky, like a rushing tsunami , all condensed in Wei Qing's right fist.

With a sound of "bang", Lu Fan's body was sent flying, smashing the palace wall behind him, and the whole palace wall collapsed like confetti.

The birth of the magic dragon seemed to shake the world.

Lu Fan's eyes widened in disbelief, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

"Impossible! How can a person have both magical power and spiritual power at the same time? Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Wei Qing didn't expect his punch to be so powerful, he felt countless surging energies surging in his body, and these energies clamored to rush out and destroy those who underestimated him.

"Then I'll show you what is possible."

Sharp dragon horns protruded from his forehead, like spring buds breaking through the soil, and the skin on his body gradually shone like dragon scales. Wei Qing's body was getting bigger and transformed into extraordinary power. He felt indescribably happy, closed his eyes Close the eyes, let the body grow into a huge demon god.

The whole world trembled under his feet, the huge dragon's tail swept across the high palace wall, and the surrounding area was suddenly full of ruins.

He heard Mo Xuanfang calling him, which aroused his fighting spirit, and he wanted to prove to Lu Fan that he was not afraid of him, and there was nothing in the world that he could fear.

At this moment, Wei Qing saw Lu Fan standing up from the gravel in front of him. His body changed from thin and tall to short and fat, and his handsome and frail face disappeared, replaced by an old face.

Master Jiuyao appeared in his real body and suddenly soared into the sky in the clouds. He just made formulas with his hands and muttered words, and raised his long sword in one hand and pointed it directly at the sky.

The sky suddenly changed color, black as the bottom of a pot, countless thunder and lightning swooped down from the nine heavens, and thousands of thunderbolts smashed towards Wei Qing.

"Demon Dragon, subdue the spell."

Wei Qing is like a fish in the shoal, a beast in a trap, watching himself trapped in the giant net of thunder, and can only use his flesh and blood to resist the cruelest Taoism in the world, because he is a magic dragon.

The law of heaven is ruthless, and the dragon is guilty.

"Ow—"

He looked up to the sky and screamed, sending out a weeping dragon chant.

Unnecessary struggle cannot change the fate of being destroyed, he smells the air of death is imminent.

Only fight back desperately.

He is a magic dragon, and also the strongest magic dragon in the world, he can challenge the law of the righteous way, and can fight against the world.

Thunder came down as expected, hitting the dragon body repeatedly, even the dragon scales couldn't bear the pain of the thunder, the huge golden body dived to protect the sky above Mo Xuanfang, its skin was ripped apart, and it rained blood.

Knowing that it was a certain death situation, he could not die in humiliation. It turned out that the dragon blood flowing in his body was so strong. Wei Qing once again raised his head to the sky and screamed. The power to bear the final punishment.

Above the clouds at this moment, Master Jiuyao felt a burst of secret joy, the stronger the demonic nature, the stronger the might of the sky, the full potential of this demon dragon was stimulated, it was just sent to the door to seek death, Xuanfang, you can't blame me.

With a flick of his wrist, the cold light of the sword shot straight out of the sky, and Tianwei roared, sending down even more ruthless wrath.

Wei Qinglong jumped up suddenly, and rushed forward fearlessly.

At this moment, under the thunderbolt, a golden phantom shuttled over. He jumped onto Wei Qing's dragon's back in an instant, and the golden body quickly melted away and wrapped around the huge dragon's body.

Daoist Jiuyao's eyes widened with anger, but the trend of heaven's punishment has been achieved, and no one can turn the tide.

Thunder roared, and a huge explosion exploded in the dragon's body.

Amidst the crackling sound of "click, click", all of Tianwei's force hit Wei Qing's body as if it were as light as a feather. The huge golden shadow resisted everything for him. In just a split second, the thunder disappeared and the sky drifted away. Dispersed, sunny return to the beginning.

Daoist Jiu Yao trembled with anger, and finally snorted coldly, turned around and retreated into the void.

Wei Qing had already turned into a human form, leaning over to hug Mo Xuanfang who had slipped from his back, seeing that his face was paler than ever before.It was as if all the blood had drained from his body, and his lips were also gray and colorless.

The blunt pain in his heart seemed to be numb from the pain, and he could not shed a single tear, but subconsciously put his hands on his chest to inject spiritual power, while repeating in a murmur: "Xuan Fang, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... "

Mo Xuanfang slowly opened his eyes, forced a smile and said, "Silly, I'm not dead yet."

Hearing this, Wei Qing seemed to be pardoned, tears rolled down uncontrollably like broken beads, and he fell on his chest and began to cry.

After a brief breath adjustment, seeing that Mo Xuanfang had regained some physical strength and was able to barely support himself to sit up, Wei Qing asked: "Since every day passes, you have to experience death, why don't you let me die this time?" ? Let me suffer for you a few times, you see... your cultivation base is exhausted, it is too difficult to break the formation, I... I am afraid that you will not be able to hold on."

He spoke and began to cry again.

But Mo Xuanfang said: "After I die, I can recast my real body, but you die as soon as you die. If you sacrifice in this magic circle, you will never be able to get out of trouble."

"Why?" Wei Qing raised his head.

"Because you are in the body of a golden dragon." Mo Xuanfang held his chest weakly, and then said again, "No monster can show its real body in the Absolute Immortal Formation. I have a golden body shield Only when you have a body, you can barely hide the demonic nature of the sky demon, so that you can support it. Jiuyao Daoist tricked you into revealing the body of a golden dragon, how can you carry it through?"

"So it was Uncle Meng who lied to me." Wei Qing lowered his head.

He didn't hate Meng Xuanzhen, although he was also afraid of death, but thinking of what Mo Xuanfang suffered in the magic circle, he would rather be deceived by Meng Xuanzhen and die instead of Mo Xuanfang.

At this time, Mo Xuanfang sighed softly: "It's all fate. I know they will lie to you at ease, so I am eager to break through the formation and want to break through the Nine Heavens in the shortest time. But I still underestimated the power of the magic circle. Excessive loss will delay the speed of breaking the formation, which will almost drag you down."

Wei Qing hurriedly said: "What nonsense are you talking about? I don't like to hear it. Anyway, I will die for you for a while. At most, I will restrain myself and not let the golden dragon come out."

Mo Xuanfang shook his head and said: "It's up to you? It's still far away. As the saying goes, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, so don't embarrass me."

Seeing the ridicule on Mo Xuanfang's face, Wei Qing knew that he was joking with him, and his heart was relaxed by his emotions, so he lay on his shoulder and cried: "You swear to me, you will not die, you I swear, if you die, I will punish you never to see me, not even to think of me, you swear..."

Mo Xuanfang held Wei Qing's hand and said, "Okay."

Wei Qing's heart warmed up, and he stopped crying slowly. Just after a little relaxation, Wei Qing's world suddenly collapsed, and changed back to the illusion of gold and iron horses and Mo Xuanfang.

Wei Qing hastily turned back to his illusion, but before it was too late, he saw Mo Xuanfang lightly tapped his forehead with his finger, and his body was out of control, and he quickly flew backwards.

With a flash of white light, he returned to Haozong Hall.

The hall of Haozong was empty, there was no Mo Xuanfang, nor Meng Xuanzhen.

"Mo Xuanfang, I hate you."

Wei Qing got up in a daze, and stomped his feet. It must be that Mo Xuanfang didn't want to risk himself, so he dragged himself into his world, and then easily pushed himself out of the magic circle.

Wei Qing soared into the sky and searched for the entrance to the battle, but he couldn't find it anywhere in the Haozong Hall, and even Meng Xuanzhen never appeared again. He had no choice but to sit in the hall slumped, holding The head waited hard.

Fortunately, this time, I didn't wait long. I only heard a "bang", and a white figure suddenly popped up in the void. His white clothes were already stained with blood, and the cuffs and hem of his clothes were all broken. There was no wind to stir slightly, but it was the already broken ink. Xuan Fang.

Wei Qing immediately rushed forward and said, "Xuan Fang, how are you doing?"

As he spoke, he suddenly opened his mouth wide.

In front of Mo Xuanfang, the eyebrows were already deeply rusty red, the corners of his eyes overflowed with thick redness, and his eyes were also covered with bloodshot eyes, and his whole body was filled with a frenzied and violent aura.

Seeing Wei Qing, he said coldly, "Go away."

Wei Qing was afraid that he had entered the demonic realm again, so he grabbed Mo Xuanfang's hand recklessly, and saw that his fingertips were as white as jade, but red gas was slowly overflowing from the jade color.

This is clearly a sign of obsession.

Just as Wei Qing wanted to suck away the magic energy for him like last time, he was pushed away by his palm.

Mo Xuanfang clenched his hands into fists, trembling uncontrollably, after a while, a few words popped out between his teeth: "Stay away from me."

Wei Qing yelled anxiously: "I don't want to stay away from you, why can't I suck your magic energy like before? I can save you, trust me."

"It's different this time." Mo Xuanfang turned his back, and the devilish energy flew out from the neckline behind him, like growing blood wings.

Wei Qing took a deep breath, closed his eyes, suddenly rushed, flew behind him and hugged his waist, tore off his collar with one hand, and gnawed on his back.

Mo Xuanfang was almost overwhelmed by his random thumping, but he was always afraid of hurting him, so he didn't dare to use force, and he got confused for a while.