The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1636 True Dragon Wentai!

The figure of Zongsheng Xingwei is illusory, vague, tangible but heartless, but the image of Xihai Dragon Sheng Xingwei is very solid, and there is even a little spiritual light in his eyes.

At the moment when Xihai Dragon Sheng appeared on Wentai, chimes suddenly fell from the sky, with a total of five colors, gold, silver, red copper, blue lead and black iron, gently rippling in the sky, emitting a strong brilliance, spreading a grand bell sound, and echoing between heaven and earth.

All the demon kings bowed their heads and were respectful.

A translucent ocean suddenly appeared above Wentai, like the West Sea shrunk countless times, containing endless power.

Compared with this phantom of the West Sea, the water of the drop of the sea from Lanluo before seemed to be just a drop of water.

"Get out!"

A calm rebuke came from the direction of Fang Yun, and a huge translucent blue dragon rose from the air and broke through the void.

The star-position phantom of the East Sea Dragon Saint Ao Yu hovered in the sky, thousands of feet high, staring at Lei Zhongmo's Jiaolong Wentai, and saw two blue-purple lights flying out of the East Sea Dragon Saint's eyes.

The blue-purple divine light penetrated the space, and large space ripples appeared wherever it passed, rapidly vibrating, crushing everything, and finally reaching the small white Dragon Saint.

"You..."

The star-position image of the West Sea Dragon Saint only said one word, and his body was decomposed by the monstrous power, and the sky full of metal chimes shattered.

Then, the phantom of the East Sea Dragon Saint quickly shrank and disappeared.

Lei Zhongmo used two star-position powers in succession, but all failed.

The demon kings in the distance were trembling with fear. Although this was not a fight between the two Dragon Saints, it was obvious that some of the power was projected from the body. The West Sea Dragon Saint wanted to kill Fang Yun, and the East Sea Dragon Saint used his powerful power to persuade him to retreat.

It was not until the two Dragon Saints left for a long time that the demon kings stood up tremblingly. It was not just the fear in their souls, but when the two Dragon Saints appeared, their physical strength had been sealed.

In the West Sea Dragon Palace, a roar resounded through the world.

Then, an old man in a white brocade robe with horns on his head appeared in the Sky-Splitting Palace, but he did not stand firmly. The murals in the main hall of the Sky-Splitting Palace slowly crawled, and one dead Dragon Saint after another broke through the wall. The eyes of each Dragon Saint shone with a fiery red light. The powerful power was surging in the Sky-Splitting Palace. A large number of space ripples collided, tearing open dark space cracks, and instantly surrounded the white-robed old man.

The white-robed old man burst into blood mist all over his body, and then vomited blood, turned into a dragon and fled.

Thousands of miles away, Fang Yun arrived at the end of the Dragon Power Land, slowly stretched out his hand, and touched the white mist separating the two places.

The power of the East Sea Dragon Saint and the West Sea Dragon Saint dissipated.

The True Dragon Ancient Sword was still fighting with the Double Dragon Ancient Sword.

Lei Chongmo was not disappointed by the disappearance of the West Sea Dragon Saint Star. He even had a faint smile on his face.

Lei Chongmo pointed at the Wentai Jiao Wang.

The world-class Wentai suddenly emitted a white light, and finally condensed into a line, which went straight into the Jiao Wang's body. The Jiao Wang's body suddenly swelled up, and his strength doubled!

The Jiao Wang's horn fell off, and then two dragon horns like tree branches emerged from the Jiao Wang's forehead, slowly growing taller and forking.

The demon kings in the distance were shocked. They didn't expect that Jiaolong Wentai would actually start to transform into a dragon. Even if he couldn't transform into a real dragon, he could become a powerful ordinary dragon. This means that Jiaolong Wentai has taken a step further and promoted to the Dragon Clan Wentai.

"It seems that before the West Sea Dragon Saint left, he sent his own power to Jiaolong Wentai, allowing the Jiao Wang to be reborn!" said the Whale Demon King.

"Fang Yun should have lost this time. The peak dragon king can overpower the newly promoted great demon king or great scholar. There is no doubt that the dragon clan has the most powerful blood inheritance in the Ten Thousand Worlds."

Many demon kings nodded, but Gui Cong murmured to himself: "The dragon clan does have the strongest blood inheritance in the Ten Thousand Worlds, but the human race has the strongest wisdom inheritance in the Ten Thousand Worlds."

The Jiao King cut off his horns and grew horns, shed his skin and grew new skin, but in just three breaths, he turned into a white dragon.

The White Dragon King looked up to the sky and roared, and the sound shook thousands of miles.

The Jiaolong Wentai was officially promoted to the Dragon Clan Wentai.

Lei Zhongmo smiled and said: "Fang Xusheng, since the fight, you have never looked at Lei directly. Lei admires you very much, but unfortunately, you lost."

Fang Yun ignored him and continued to stretch out his right hand, slowly sending it into the white mist. At the same time, there seemed to be a breeze passing over the sky above the Dragon Power Land, and then dissipated in an instant, and no one noticed.

As soon as Lei Chongmo finished speaking, the White Dragon King opened his mouth and spit out a blazing white dragon flame. All of Fang Yun's war poems will be destroyed. Even a strong man like Li Guang will be burned into nothingness in an instant, and turned into vitality and dissipated between heaven and earth.

The dragon flame in the mouth of the White Dragon King rushed towards Fang Yun like a waterfall.

Lei Chongmo smiled slightly and raised his head proudly.

Today, the Lei family defeated Fang Yun!

At this moment, the leader of the four talents defeated the virtual saint.

The most outstanding genius of this era is not Fang Yun, but...

Lei Chongmo's thoughts suddenly broke off. He saw that the dragon flame of the White Dragon King was about to fall on Fang Yun, but was suddenly blocked by an invisible force. The blazing flame was only an inch away from Fang Yun, but it could not break through.

The flame of the peak dragon king can easily burn the protective war poems of ordinary Confucian scholars.

Then, Lei Chongmo showed a look of surprise, because the third literary platform appeared above Fang Yun.

The base of the third platform is the same as the normal platform, which is in the shape of a green rock, but there is a seal script on the front of the platform, above the cloud pattern, which is the word "dragon". On the platform, there is a giant dragon that looks like it was cast in gold, shining brightly.

This giant dragon and the platform jointly emit a green light, protecting Fang Yun from the dragon flame of the White Dragon King.

The golden dragon on the platform had its eyes closed. When it opened its eyes, a golden light shot straight into the sky, illuminating thousands of miles.

The golden dragon looked down at the White Dragon King, his eyes full of indifference, as if he was looking at an insignificant little demon.

"Hmm?" The golden dragon hummed softly, and the mighty dragon power erupted like a tsunami. The waterfall-like dragon flames sprayed by the White Dragon King actually rolled back and began to burn the White Dragon King.

The White Dragon King was so scared that he retreated with all his strength and spun at high speed, while using his dragon power to push away the dragon flames around him.

Fang Yun withdrew his hand from the white mist and turned around.

Lei Chongmo's face was gloomy. When he saw Fang Yun's third platform, he knew that he had lost. Even though Fang Yun's third platform had never appeared, Lei Chongmo already knew the name of that platform.

True Dragon Platform.

At the moment Fang Yun turned around, Lei Chongmo suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, as if all his previous efforts were not in vain. After all, Fang Yun turned around, and after all, Fang Yun looked at him.

Lei Chongmo was depressed. He realized that just by asking Fang Yun to turn around, he suddenly felt that all the failures were insignificant and not shameful. This mentality was humble to the core.

Then, Lei Chongmo's face suddenly changed drastically, and unprecedented anger and hatred flashed in his eyes.

Because Fang Yun did not look at Lei Chongmo, but looked at the sky above the Dragon Power Land.

Fang Yun's clothes were tattered, his face was gray, and his body was covered with wounds caused by the Dragon Power, but his eyes were clear, as if there was a clear sky. He seemed to be talking to the water tribe, and seemed to be muttering to himself.

"For so many years, you have not understood the true function of the Dragon Power Land. Swallow!"

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