After the global recovery I crossed

Jiao, the genus of dragon also.There are [-] fish in the pond, and the jiao comes to be the leader. He can lead the fish to fly and put them in the water, and the jiao will go away.

-"Said Wen"

In the Dragon Palace, the gigantic body of the giant ass was elongated inch by inch, and the four giant claws propped on the ground made a rattling sound and gradually shrunk to the belly.

The scales around the pupils are fine and smooth, and the golden pupils that dance like candles are reflected in the pitch black.

Seeing the pure golden vertical pupils of the black flood dragon, Bailong felt relieved, and said: "If you do something against the way of the gods, use the power of merit to offset it, so you won't go astray."

As soon as the black flood dragon lowered his head, the dragon horns of the two brushed past each other.

The black dragon's horn did not branch out like antlers, but a straight one pointing backwards, pointing straight to the sky with the posture of lowering the head, looking at it unspeakably.

Suddenly, the black dragon bumped away from the white dragon and soared upwards.

Break through the dragon palace, break through the clouds, and look down on the world.

The surrounding battlefields are reflected in the cold golden pupils.

Except for the place where the literary stars shine brightly in the south, the monster race has the upper hand on the other sides.

The war between humans and demons that lasted for five days has not yet spread to the common people's cities in the rear, but a few days later, the human race will be powerless to recover.

A relaxed laugh came from the top of the black flood dragon: "But Zhao Lue's nephew is awake?"

King Peng smiled deeply: "Look at the lotus girls you raised, uncle, I really don't know whether to reward them or punish them."

Lin Xingtao followed his advice and watched.

For five days, one person guards one city.

But in front of this person, there are full of corpses of monsters.

It's not that the human race was stupid and didn't expect that the monster race would not abide by the agreement, but that King Peng created the ban, and all the Xiling cavalry were in the city.

Zhang Jiren was miserable, but not so miserable that he was about to die.

Because in front of him stood thirty lotus girls.

"Whoever dares to take a step, die!" The lotus girls shouted sharply, the silk thread between their wrists was tense, and a string of dirty blood dripped tremblingly.

Blood coagulated on Hao's wrist.

The snow-white skirts once again ignited flames, but they were not so complete. Pieces of red fell like Zhulian lotus petals, revealing their red and white mottled legs.

Jingle Bell.

Before the death word fell, a voice came out from a silk thread.

The nearest lotus girl's eyes were fixed, and she dropped the lotus in her hand.The sharp lotus petals slipped across the blood-soaked thread in an instant, and passed through the head of a monster.

The lotus girl takes steps, dances, and exchanges positions.

The head with the blood hole then touched the other heads.

Boom, when they collide together, the silk thread inevitably sinks.

"How much have you killed this day?" A lotus girl asked wearily.

"It should be more than a hundred... Finally, they have some time to spare. Finally, they slowed down."

The Yaozu on the opposite side looked at the countless heads attached to one end of the silk thread and the lumpy corpse in the middle of the thread, and their expression changed suddenly.

"This kid is about to die, and he is about to be killed by me! The true king seed promised by King Peng is mine! It's almost mine!"

"You are the same kind, but you want to protect a human being?!"

"Are you betraying the clan?!"

The chirping, croaking, accusations and cursing made the lotus girls furious.

They moved their wrists together, and hooked the monster who scolded the loudest and dirtiest to the front, and the silk thread twirled.

However, after a day and night of fighting, their hands became dull after all.

They are not powerful monsters at all, and the number of thirty is not dominant, so they can only take turns guarding the human who fell on the ground in the middle.

In fact, they had already arrived at the western battlefield on the second day. At that time, the heir of Prince Chulang named Zhang Jiren was yelling that one person guarded one city, and he was already red-eyed.

They helped each other in secret, making Zhang Jiren kill a demon in ten steps.

But on the fifth night, a little demon king rushed over, and the lotus girls couldn't stop him. Zhang Jiren lost a leg and an arm.

At this time, it is too obvious that the lotus girls want to help secretly.

After some thought, they simply abandoned the dark and turned to the bright.

But before they could say anything, they fell into a fight.

"King Peng ordered us to attack the city, and whoever enters the city first will become the real king!" The monsters shouted this sentence, cheering and gearing up.

No matter what they shouted, the monsters couldn't listen at all.They had no choice but to kill them and wake them up first.

Now, the monsters have delayed their attacks a little bit, and they are also at the end of their strength.

The leader, Liannu, took a deep breath and said loudly, "Don't you know whose battlefield is in the west!"

"Young Master said that he wanted to conquer the west side by himself, but you listened to someone's orders, and dare to take the credit of Young Master!"

"Young Master speaks well, you want to break his rules and save his face—shouldn't you be apologizing with death?"

An ignorant and ignorant guy who has just opened up his wisdom said impatiently: "What young master, the lotus flower does not have a demon king."

It was ridiculous to say the least, but the eyes were full of blood, and the monster race who had been completely aroused by the demon nature was stunned for a moment, and many of them laughed wildly and rushed forward.

"Don't listen to their nonsense! They want to grab credit! Don't you see that they have no demon power!"

All the continuous and continuous silk threads were knocked away by the ferocious monster.

All the lotus girls bowed down suddenly.

The monsters laughed: "Are you begging for mercy?"

"Welcome young master." They lifted their blood-soaked skirts slightly, wringing out a trickle of blood.

A steady and powerful footstep came slowly, spattering pools of blood.

The dusk is heavy and the sun is setting on the mountain. Compared with the footsteps, what arrives first is a long and fierce figure stretched under the long smoky sunset.

"They didn't betray the Yaozu, but you guys betrayed me."

In just one sentence, he had already reached the range where Zhang Ji and others could see him.

With half-opened bloody eyes, Zhang Jiren saw a black-clothed youth about 25 years old strolling towards him and stopped not far from him.

Through the cleaned snow-white calves of the lotus girls, you can see that the youth's boots are spotless.

The lotus girls giggled, as if they didn't need to worry about anything.

There was no sound of bang and bang. Behind the young man, those monsters who had bared their teeth and claws before all lowered their bodies respectfully and fearfully.

Press down, down, down, down.

In the purple sunset, they knelt one by one in the sea of ​​blood, becoming cold corpses that could hardly float in the sea of ​​blood.

died.

The remaining monsters wanted to shout something begging for mercy, but there was a bloody storm in the air.

They also died.

"Luoxing Lake, Little Dragon King, Zhao Lue."

Zhang Jiren struggled to sit up, limped on one foot, and said hoarsely, "Xiling, the son of King Chulang, Zhang Jiren."

Zhang Jiren looked at the little dragon king, but saw something in the little dragon king's hand.

"You know, ah, I should know you too, this is..." Little Dragon King smiled.

"Breaking Heaven Halberd." Zhang Jiren's throat trembled, and he spit out blood.

He still wanted to vomit blood, but he swallowed it abruptly, his face turned red and then pale, and turned blue.

Little Dragon King - Lin Xingtao brushed off the blood splashed on his boots, not paying attention.

He smiled and asked a question: "How does blood taste?"

Without waiting for Zhang Jiren to answer, he looked behind Zhang Jiren and said, "Your star power has been exhausted, and you have lost a leg and an arm. How can you fight me?"

Zhang Jiren said bitterly: "Fight with life."

"Over there." Lin Xingtao raised his broken sky halberd and pointed, "Is that your home? Is it the Prince Lang's mansion? You are the son of King Lang, where is King Lang?"

"Why are you looking for my father?"

Lin Xingtao shook his head, asked himself and answered: "Lang Wang is here with me."

In Zhang Jiren's shocked eyes, he turned the Potianji, and a figure was vaguely behind him.

The real King of Lang, Zhang Kuangji.

"Don't you know that I once plundered the Emperor's Dragon Qi, and made your ancestor, this guy named Zhang Kuangji, fight for me?"

An old tortoise came forward with its head raised and blood drawn step by step.

"Zhang Jiren."

"I heard that when you faced the Little Monkey King, your hands were soft and your legs were soft."

"Do you dare to raise your arms against your ancestors?"

"Do you dare to face the greedy wolf star Tian Xing coming into the world?"

"Do you really dare to fight to the death?"

"Do you think that the Zhang family's inability to descend into the world is due to the lack of this Heaven Breaking Halberd?"

Zhang Jiren's pupils trembled and his fingers trembled.

"Boring, you are too weak. It seems that Xiling is already mine,"

"Fortunately, I didn't expect much from you, but since you accepted my challenge, I still made one-fifth of my incarnation come."

The lotus girls smiled and chimed in: "Our young master will not really come to deal with a weak scum like you. Our young master, he wants all the credits of the five battlefields."

-

At the same time, an incarnation of Lin Xingtao came to the side of the embarrassed Peacock.

This is the only battlefield where the human race has overwhelmed the monster race, so he is much more relaxed.

He smiled and asked Mr. Peacock: "Would you like a country or a beauty?"

Beauty—he pointed to Chen Jueying, who was writing vigorously, with a strand of hair sticking to her neck.

Young Master Peacock opened the emerald blue floating green peacock screen behind him, and in a dreamy halo, he replied: "I am the opposite of the emperor of the human race. It is a pity that the beauty only has Jiangshan in her heart, and there is no beautiful man like me."

On the battlefield, Lin Junrui, the last emperor of Chu, shouted from far away: "King Xiang, if you withdraw the spell on King Lang, I will let this banshee go!"

The little elephant king died, and the elephant king cast a spell on King Chulang, which directly killed half of King Chulang, and he could only continue his life by immortal methods.

King Chulang, King Elephant.Lin Xingtao's heart moved, a lotus flower appeared in his hand, and he turned around slowly.

When Lian petal was flying towards the northern battlefield where Lin Junrui and Xiang Wang were, he took the time to ask Mr. Peacock a question.

"Do you think that a person who has been ridiculed in every possible way and has fallen into a desperate situation will bottom out and rebound?"

Mr. Peacock was puzzled, and tried to answer: "Does the little dragon king mean that anger makes people stronger? Oh, I understand, the little dragon king is here to mock me, even though I'm not human."

Lin Xingtao asked another question: "Do you know what Shapolang is?"

This time, Mr. Peacock hid behind the Peacock King, pulled up his tail feathers to check with lingering fear, and had no time to answer.

Lin Xingtao replied self-consciously: "Do you all think that Shapolang is the seven-kill Chen Kele, Pojun Weixin, Tanlang Zhang Kuangji and the three of them descended into the world together as one?"

"But, actually, it's not like that."

[Slaying a wolf is a natural fate.If you go out, the world will be in chaos, and the world will change hands! ]

[There are only a handful of people with this fate throughout the ages.But - Shapolang can also be a man-made pattern. ]

"Slaying a wolf can actually be done on one person."

Seven kills, breaking the army, greedy wolves.

For 400 years, no one came into the world alone.

From the emperor Lin Junrui, Lin Xingtao saw Zhang Kuangji's bravery, Lin Qingqing's intelligence, Chen Kele's decisiveness, and even his own showmanship.

So what about Prince Chulang this time?

[Zhang and Chen are related by marriage, and so are Wei and Zhang. ]

Zhang, Chen, Wei, the blood of the three families.

——Slay the wolf.

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