My mythology is different from yours

Xushui Dragon Soul is really huge, and the two sharp dragon horns alone are daunting, giving people a great visual impact. For a while, none of the monks dared to step forward, but rushed back one after another, trying to fight the dragon. Soul pulled away.

That Dragon Soul is indeed a violent old man, seeing this situation, he became even more angry, and rushed towards everyone cursing.

"Trash! It's really trash! I also said that this mountain-breaking order can attract some things for me to have fun, but I didn't expect that they were all little fleas!"

The dragon soul roared into the sky, and the sound of the dragon's whistle shook the entire space.

Although the black dragon has a huge body, its speed is extremely fast. With its tail curled up in a hurricane, it chased after the fleeing monks, as if it was swatting flies, and slapped the monks one by one until they shone on the spot. , was still sent out here.

Xuanzhi dodged a blow by virtue of Somersault Yun's excellent speed.From the corner of his eye, he saw the crying young master smashing a mirage bead hard, and the mirage wrapped around him in an instant, forming a hard shell, ready to close.

Cultivator Nascent Soul stamped his feet beside him, pried the mirage shell and dragged him out, "My lord, it's useless for you to hide!"

The young man was stuck in the mirage shell, "This dragon is so powerful, how can I beat it? I want to beat you!"

"The order to enter the mountain must be taken by you personally. I and others will assist you, and will definitely ensure your safety..."

While the two were talking, the dragon's tail swept over again, the monk Nascent Soul swung a sword light backhand, hastily commanded the surrounding monks to form an array, the spirit sword flew into the surroundings, and quickly set up a sword array to counteract the dragon's prestige .

"Very good, come and chop me up, bastard!" Dragon Soul said arrogantly, raised his paw excitedly, and slapped towards the sword array, Long Wei and the sword array collided with a loud bang.

The Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator, who had been confident before, finally realized that the dragon's power exceeded his expectations. With a gesture of his gesture, the sword formation changed from defensive to attacking killing formation.

All the spirit swords rose from the ground and condensed into a huge sword that could rival the dragon soul. The Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator leaped into the air and pointed his two fingers at the sky. With momentum, he slashed towards the Dragon Soul.

The black dragon opened its claws excitedly, the blade and the claws slammed into each other, the world was extremely quiet for a moment, and then exploded with an impact visible to the naked eye.

The surviving monks around were all affected, and some people turned into streamers and disappeared continuously. Xuanzhi took a somersault cloud to hide far away, and the sound of Longhun's cursing was still echoing in his ears, and his expression was indescribable.

She watched from the sidelines for a while, then said speechlessly, "Is Fulai Sect really planning to recruit disciples?"

Dragon Soul and Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator slashed at each other without any loss. How could this be the boss that Xinshou Village should have?It's outrageous!

Even if the [-] admission orders screen high-level talents, they must be given some room to grow, right?If the cultivation level can reach the Nascent Soul, who would not need a teacher to grab the mountain order?

Shen Tutao turned into a palm-sized paper figure again and floated beside Xuanzhi, glanced at her, hesitated for a moment, and said: "The strength of Xushui Dragon Soul depends on the person who enters here this time with the highest strength."

In short, if you meet the strong, you will be strong, and if you meet the weak, you will be weak, which is quite humane.Xuanzhi heard the words and asked: "You mean, it is also the strength of Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator?"

Shen Tutao had a flat paper face, and no emotion could be seen from his facial features.She stayed in his sea of ​​consciousness for three days, and even if they were separated, there was still a little connection between the two of them. Xuanzhi's violent mood swings were transmitted to his sea of ​​consciousness. The picture came out.

Xuanzhi turned her eyes to look at him, and slowly realized, she said in disbelief: "It can't be you, can it?"

Shentu Tao raised his chin, "Of course it is also limited by its own strength."

Xuan Zhi grabbed the paper figurine and was almost speechless, "You are so proud! Go back and stay in the picture!"

Shen Tutao was pinched in her palm and struggled a bit, "It's useless to go back now."

Just between their two sentences, the Dragon Soul on the other side had won an overwhelming victory.Dangkong's huge sword was crushed by the dragon's claws, turned into a spirit sword and shot at everyone. In the blink of an eye, several people were struck by the sword light.

Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator fell from mid-air, was pierced by a sword, and disappeared from the spot like a glow.

Xushui Dragon Soul shattered the sword array with one blow, without the slightest intention of showing mercy, immediately took advantage of the victory to pursue, and swept towards everyone with another dragon tail.Xuanzhi watched the extremely oppressive huge dragon tail slap her head, but before the tail arrived, the coercion almost crushed her meridians first.

The real energy in his body was rampant for a while, it was difficult to control, Xuan Zhi hurriedly retreated into the somersault cloud, followed the strong wind from the dragon's tail, and dived into the water actively.

At this moment, the talisman on her altar vibrated, Xuanzhi raised her eyes in surprise, this was the first time she was summoned by the talisman.

Without even thinking about it, Xuanzhi separated a wisp of divine consciousness into the talisman, and was sucked away by a gravitational force as soon as it entered the talisman.

When she regained her composure, she was already in the only vacant temple left in the talisman.

Xuanzhi stayed in this temple for a long time, lighting incense over and over again, trying to invite a fire god, but all failed.Later, in order to invite Taishang Laojun, I made a special trip to the most remote mountain, and never set foot here again.

At this time, there was nothing on the shrine, but she felt something in her heart.

Xuanzhi took out the offering incense and lit it, inserted it into the incense burner, just as the name came to mind, a scorching red light flooded from the altar, instantly drowning her vision.

Outside the talisman, the virtual water dragon soul is showing its power. Its long and strong body is entwined in the sky, the scales all over its body are stretched out, and a mouthful of dragon's breath is spit out, and sharp ice crystals are formed in the void, and the ice crystals turn into sky Sharp arrows flew towards the crowd.

The rain of arrows did not stop, and thunder light erupted from its dragon horn. The light of lightning traveled along the frost covering the space between the sky and the earth, covering the entire space in the blink of an eye, blocking everyone's escape route.

Seeing that the thunder and lightning were about to hit Xuan Zhi, a blazing flame burst out a few steps in front of her, and a small hazy figure emerged from the flame.

The figure has two iconic soaring glasses, holding a tasseled spear and stepping on a hot wheel. The surrounding red light is condensed into silk, which is pinched by a palm protruding from the fire, and a gold ring is wrapped around the slender wrist. bracelet.

Xuanzhi didn't expect that the third prince, who couldn't invite him no matter how much he invited last time, would rush out of the talisman this time without waiting for her to insert the incense stick firmly.

She squinted her eyes due to the flames, and before she could take a closer look, the third prince in front of her was already holding a pointed spear, wearing a Huntian silk, tearing apart the thunder, lightning and frost, rushing towards the Xushui Dragon Soul.

Xushui Dragon Soul stretched its fangs and claws, its fangs were fierce in its bloody mouth like a gate of a city tower, facing the incoming flames, it let out an incomparable roar, "A mere ants dare to face me directly!"

A golden circle suddenly shot up into the sky and hit the dragon's head with a bang.

The dragon soul was almost thrown into the water by the Qiankun ring, and suddenly became furious, waving its sharp claws and grabbed Nezha, "Stinky boy, you want to die!"

Xuan Zhi faced Long Wei, who almost crushed her internal organs, and slapped a defensive talisman on her body. She couldn't help giving a thumbs up, and said in admiration: "Well done, Brother Long, please continue to scold, and be more aggressive."

The power of the dragon whips up the wind, and for a moment thick clouds billow, and the wind, rain, thunder, and lightning all pour into the dragon's mouth in a horrific manner. In comparison, Nezha's small figure is like a candle that will be extinguished at any time in the storm. .

But with such a gleam of light, instead of being engulfed by the wind and waves, it tore through the thunder net in one fell swoop. Huntian Ling stirred up the thunder clouds, and skillfully wrapped them around the huge body of the Dragon Soul.

Xushuilonghun didn't evade, and laughed nonchalantly: "I don't have a real body, how can I be entangled by your tattered long silk..."

Before it could finish speaking, Huntian Ling suddenly raised his head and slapped it with a big mouth.

From a long distance, Xuan Zhi could see its suddenly widening eyes, like two big lanterns hanging on the clouds, from which there was an unbelievable light, "You little bastard—"

"Dragon's Mouth still smells as bad as ever."

Amidst the rumbling thunder, Xuanzhi couldn't help opening his eyes wide when a cold word came blowing in the wind, and pressed his ears hard, wondering if he had heard it wrong.

In the distance, the crimson Huntian Ribbon has been tied up against the dragon body, two shadows, one black and one red, are churning in the clouds, the Xushui dragon soul is writhing and struggling continuously, with a muffled groan in its stomach, and the entire space All trembling unsteadily.

The dragon soul couldn't break free, its body suddenly shrunk, but the red silk wrapped around it also shrunk, it rolled its eyes, and swelled again, its body expanded infinitely, trying to burst the red silk on its body.

Nezha stepped firmly on the dragon's horn and watched it writhe with folded arms.

Xuanzhi was forced to retreat by the swollen dragon body, and the true energy in her body was also being consumed.Fortunately, she is now a Golden Core cultivator at least, and her real energy is not so stretched, so she should be able to make a quick fight with the gods.

Therefore, Xuanzhi just stayed on the somersault cloud honestly, and put a thick layer of defensive spells on himself to counteract the dragon's power reverberating around, and did not urge Nezha to fight quickly.

——Of course, she didn't know if her urging would be useful.

"It's not that monkey." Shen Tutao said in surprise.

Xuanzhi hummed: "There is a specialization in art, besides, I can't bother our great sage for everything." Although our great sage is also very professional in dealing with dragons.

"What kind of god is this from your hometown?" Shen Tutao asked.

Ever since he was trapped in the chaos that day, Shen Tutao got a glimpse of the gods of another world from Xuanzhi's sea of ​​consciousness, and he became somewhat curious about the gods that Xuanzhi invited.

It was the first time he had seen the god fighting the dragon before him. From the appearance, he looked like a child god, but his divine power should not be underestimated.

"Nezha, the Great God of the Santan Haihui." Xuanzhi said proudly.

When she told Shen Tutao about Nezha's deeds, Xushui Dragon Soul's arrogant arrogance had been extinguished by Nezha bit by bit. Dragon Soul was tightly bound by Huntian Ling, and his body shrunk to less than the size of a boa constrictor. Even this ray of remnant soul was almost scattered by the beating of the Qiankun circle, turning into a translucent state.

Nezha came back with the Dragon Soul of Xushui, showing off his dance style, and his rings were burning. He was only about the size of a seven or eight-year-old child. , but the momentum of killing is compelling.

He tossed the twisted dragon to Xuan Zhi, at the same time, he turned the spear in his hand and stabbed at the paper figurine beside her, and the immature childish voice shouted crisply: "Death to the evildoer!"

Xuan Zhi: "Hey——"

Shen Tutao: "..." Here we go again!