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As soon as the two-headed carrion dragon landed on the ground, its body shone brightly, and a red and green double-headed dragon figure emerged from behind it, with its teeth and claws, lifelike.

At this moment, a black mist appeared in the void behind him, Yan Luo emerged from it, and a brand new bone gun appeared in its hand, with white flames rising from the body of the gun.

With a move of Yan Luo's right hand, a brilliant flower of guns danced, and it covered the double-headed dragon Dharma figure.

The red dragon's head on the dragon's dharma figure turned back, and when it opened its mouth, it spewed out a purple flame, which turned into a purple fire snake about Zhang Xu's size in the wind, and rushed towards Qianghua like lightning.

As soon as the two touched, the purple fire snake exploded with a flash of light, turning into a large mass of purple flames, enveloping the bone gun.

There were bursts of chi chi sounds from the bone gun, and the white flame on the gun quickly dimmed, and began to be corroded and melted from the tip of the gun.

Yan Luo let go of his five fingers, and let go of the bone gun, a white light flashed on his body, and behind him appeared the appearance of a girl in white clothes.

As soon as the girl in palace costume Fang appeared, she danced lightly, her dress rising like clouds, and her silk robes fluttering like a rainbow.

A burst of beautiful singing sound like the sound of heaven immediately filled the surrounding space.

In the void above the head of the two-headed carrion dragon, countless white petals are falling all over the sky, forming invisible ripples in circles, and under the lingering singing, it enters the heart and mind.

The soul fire in the eyes of the two-headed rotting corpse flood dragon stagnated, and its figure actually stopped.

At this moment, dots of white light appeared out of nowhere in Yan Luo's hands, intertwined and intertwined, and turned into a bone spear again, and the white flames entangled, turned into a white streamer, and went straight to the red head of the two-headed carrion dragon.

During the charge, Bai Yan was once again melted by the faint green mist surrounding the two-headed rotting corpse dragon.

then. A burst of Zla sounded like the sound of metal rubbing from the red head.

The bone spear scratched on those huge red scales, leaving only a faint white mark!

And under the entanglement of green mist. The bone gun made a chi chi sound again, the aura on the surface quickly dimmed, and the gun body was instantly riddled with holes.

At this moment, the soul fire in the eyes of the two-headed rotting corpse flood dragon lit up, and it raised its head and let out a silent roar, and the tail of the flood dragon Dharma Form swung towards him as if teleporting.

Yan Luo quickly backed away, and most of the bone spears in his hand had disappeared.

It held a half-bone gun, turned into a white light in the white flame package, and slammed towards Jiaowei.

Bang a loud noise!

A terrifying force surged towards him, and the half bone gun in Yan Luo's hand flew away. The whole person also flew out.

The dragon's tail is like a giant whip, coming in a roll like a shadow.

Yan Luo twisted his figure, and the black smoke around his body disappeared, and his giant tail swept across the void and hit the empty space.

The dragon's form has a green dragon's head and mouth, and a large green cloud is sprayed out. The double-headed rotting corpse dragon has a huge figure. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the billowing green clouds.

After half an hour.

The top of a hill more than a hundred feet high is tens of miles away from the stone forest.

The roar is loud!

Yan Luo's figure was like flying, holding a bone gun and dancing wildly, turning into gun flowers, falling on the boulder on the top of the mountain, splashing everywhere at any time, dust flying.

After a while, Yan Luo stopped attacking. The soul fire danced in the eyes. Seems to be thinking about something.

...

late at night.

In a certain cave, Shi Mu sat cross-legged on the ground. He was meditating with his eyes closed, and the knife and stick on his body leaned against the wall behind him.

Three days ago, after they left Baifeng Town, under the guidance of Hu Sailei, they started to march towards the nearest Picheng.

Before nightfall, they happened to pass by a mountain hundreds of feet high, and found a natural cave to rest.

There are also several small caves in this natural cave, which are similar to a single stone chamber.

Shi Mu took the largest one, and Husai Lei volunteered to take the one closest to the entrance of the cave, expressing that he would watch the night for Shi Mu.

In the past few days, whenever he had the opportunity, he would show his loyalty to Shi Mu, but every time he would be reprimanded by Cai Er.

At first Hu Sailei was still a little apprehensive, but after a few words and saw that Shi Mu didn't care, he became more courageous and began to fight with Cai'er.

At this time, Cai'er was sleeping outside, and there were two white-haired zombies released by Husseilei patrolling outside the cave, so Shi Mu felt quite at ease when he practiced at night.

At this time, a puff of black smoke suddenly appeared out of thin air in the cave, and Yan Luo, who was dressed in white armor, appeared in the black smoke.

Shi Mu looked at Yan Luo who appeared suddenly with some surprise. He had summoned him several times before, but Yan Luo didn't answer him. He didn't expect to appear in front of him on his own initiative now.

Lend me your stick. Before he could ask, Yan Luo's melodious voice rang in his mind immediately.

Shi Mu was taken aback, and glanced at the Meteorite Black Stick behind him.

Lend it to me and return it to you when you're done using it. Yan Luo's voice sounded again.

Yan Luo, can you give me another green flower like last time? Shi Mu asked with a heartbeat.

Yan Luo didn't say a word for a while, the soul fire flickered in his eyes.

Okay. After a while, Yan Luo's voice reappeared in Shi Mu's mind.

Shi Mu was overjoyed, picked up the meteorite black stick behind him, and threw it towards Yan Luo.

Lingshi. Yan Luo caught the meteorite black stick and said again.

What do you want Lingshi for?

Shi Mu was a little surprised, but after thinking about it, he took out a bag full of spirit stones from the Dust Miao Ring, took out a middle-grade spirit stone from it, and threw it to Yan Luo.

Soul fire flashed in Yan Luo's eyes, and his figure blurred, appearing beside Shi Mu.

It grabbed Shi Mu's spiritual stone bag, and returned to the original place for a moment.

Before Shi Mu could react, his hands were empty.

Just as he was about to speak, Yan Luo's actions below surprised him.

I saw that Yan Luo opened the mouth of the Lingshi bag, and inserted the meteorite black stick directly into it.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Luo threw the bag of spiritual stones, black smoke filled his body, and disappeared in a flash.

Shi Mu got up quickly, walked to the side of the spiritual stone bag in a few steps, grabbed it and threw it on the ground.

A large piece of spirit stone rolled to the ground, but unfortunately, except for two or three low-grade spirit stones with sufficient aura, the other spirit stones were gray and white. All became waste rocks.

Shi Mu froze on the spot for a moment.

...

In the center of the black stone forest, there is a red water pool with a size of two to three hundred feet. A huge double-headed rotting corpse dragon is in it.

Most of its body was soaked in the water, revealing two hideous and hideous heads, with its mouth wide open, streams of red mist rising from the pool surface, continuously falling into its mouth.

The undead army composed of more than 300 skeletons and zombies wandered aimlessly by the dark water pool.

At this moment, a puff of black smoke suddenly gushed out from the sky above the Netherwater Pool, and the smoke emerged from the black smoke, holding a three-foot-long meteorite black stick in his hand.

The two-headed rotting corpse dragon immediately stopped absorbing the dark water, and the soul fire in its eyes flourished. He raised his head and let out a silent roar towards Yanluo.

The army of more than 300 dead spirits behind him immediately turned their heads and pointed their weapons at Yan Luo.

They opened and closed their mouths, as if they were roaring following the two-headed rotting corpse dragon.

There was a splash of water!

The two-headed rotting corpse dragon soared up from the red pool, with a flash of light around it, and a two-headed dragon figure appeared behind him.

On the face of the dragon, the mouths of the two dragon heads, one red and one green, open and close at the same time. As if reciting some kind of spell, his whole body was immediately enveloped in red and green light.

Immediately, the dragon's aura doubled in size, and countless red and green runes appeared on the scales on his body. As soon as he moved his body, he rushed towards Yan Luo with his teeth and claws.

At the same time when the double-headed rotting corpse flood dragon launched an attack. Yan Luo held the meteorite black stick with both hands. His body was full of gray light.

A shocking aura gushed out from the meteor iron black stick, in a blink of an eye. It turned into a mass of liquid-like white light, enveloping the meteorite black rod.

The white light faded away quickly, and the Meteorite Black Rod reappeared, but at this time the image of the Meteorite Black Rod had changed drastically.

The whole body of the stick is black and shiny, and there are faint circles of hazy halo around the stick body.

Yan Luo held the meteorite black stick with both hands, and swung it at the rushing dragon.

In an instant, the sky with a radius of several hundred feet above the dragon suddenly darkened.

A strong mana wave shot up into the sky, the void twisted for a while, and a phantom of a long black stick about tens of feet long and the size of a hill emerged in midair.

The light on the stick was flowing, and countless five-color runes lingered around the long stick.

Then a surge of soaring spiritual pressure erupted from the shadow of the stick undisguisedly, and spread in all directions like a huge wave. In the space of hundreds of feet, the void suddenly tightened, and all the skeleton zombies couldn't move at once.

The dragon's dharma form in mid-air froze, then turned and flew towards the double-headed rotting corpse dragon.

At the same time, the soul fire in the eyes of the two rotting corpses jumped wildly, and a large amount of green dense mist spewed out from the mouth of the dragon, quickly condensing a green cloud with a size of more than ten feet under the body, slowly flying into the air, and fled to the distance.

At this moment, the phantom of the long black stick, like a bolt of five-color lightning, slashed down in mid-air, and the void where it passed twisted for a while.

A huge wave of energy pressed down like a mountain, and in a blink of an eye, the phantom of the black long stick was less than ten feet away from the double-headed rotting corpse flood dragon.

At this moment, behind the double-headed rotting corpse dragon, the double-headed dragon Faxiang opened his mouth wide, and from the two heads of the dragon, each shot out a ball of fire, one red and one green.

The red fireball is like a small sun, so bright that people can't open their eyes, with scorching flames inside.

The green fireball is cold and dark, and there are faint strands of slender energy flowing in it.

The five-color runes outside the phantom of the black stick flashed, and the red and green fireballs stopped as if frozen.

Then Boom! Boom! Two explosions.

The red fireball and the green fireball flashed and exploded at the same time.

The phantom of the long black stick hit the dragon's figure without stopping.

There was a loud boom, and the two-headed dragon dharma wailed, and collapsed in response.

Immediately afterwards, under an invisible spiritual pressure, the green cloud and mist covering the two-headed rotting corpse dragon disappeared like ice and snow melting.

Bang!

The phantom of the long black stick hit the two-headed rotting corpse dragon fiercely.

In an instant, an invisible colossal force immediately pressed down aggressively along the phantom of the long stick!

The two-color scales covering the rotting corpse dragon burst one after another, and the two-headed rotting corpse dragon that was more than twenty feet long was directly crushed into a ball of fleshy paste, and fell from the midair.

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