Urban Madness

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That earth-shattering roar, like a world-destroying thunder from the sky, came from a distance and instantly echoed throughout the Dragon Burial Valley.

Many of the celestial beings of the first and second layers of the Tribulation, all their tympanic membranes shattered, vomiting blood, and almost fainted.

Even the movements of the abbot of Prajna Temple were affected and stagnated.

"boom!"

At this moment, a terrifying storm swept across with the might of suppressing the Eight Desolations and terrifying the Three Realms.

The chests of everyone present seemed to be crushed by thousands of mountains, extremely depressed, almost out of breath.

"Boom!"

A fiery blue light cut through the sky and tore through the dark night. The speed was so fast that it spanned hundreds of miles in an instant. It was not much inferior to the Jinpeng King who was known for his speed.

Immediately afterwards, a hundreds-foot-long flood dragon appeared in the eyes of everyone, with its teeth and claws, fierce and fierce, every scale on its body was as strong as armor, and the unicorn on its forehead was like a sharp divine sword, with a sharp edge that seemed to pierce the sky.

The hurricane brought by the charge alone was enough to blow most monks away.

"No! It's the Qingjiao King here!"

The first time, someone recognized his identity.

As one of the Seven Great Demon Kings, the Qingjiao King is fierce and powerful in the deserted ruins, and no one knows it.

Every Demon King stepped on countless bones, and his experience in fighting was much richer than the Sect Master of the Human Race.

And everyone knows that Ye Fan surrendered the Qingjiao clan, and even made the Qingjiao King willing to become a mount.

In addition to the Qingjiao King, Ye Fan also had several helpers around him, all of whom were no less than the masters of the ancient nine sects.

Because of this, the ancient nine sects specifically stated that Ye Fan should come to the appointment alone, otherwise the ticket would be torn up.

In fact, Ye Fan also followed his promise and went to the meeting alone.

No one could have imagined that at this most critical moment, the Qing Jiao King was killed.

In an instant, the Qingjiao King came to the battlefield. The power of the charge was more terrifying than a million army charging on the battlefield, fierce, violent, violent, cruel...

The power is so fierce that other true immortals dare not stop it.

"kill!"

With a loud shout, the Green Dragon King, carrying the might of destroying the sky and destroying the earth, culled towards the abbot of Praruo Temple.

The power of rushing and killing is unstoppable, like mountain torrents and sea tides, mountains collapse, and endless power pours out.

In desperation, the abbot of Prajna Temple could only touch the vajra in his hand, his precious appearance was dignified and his body was bright.

"Great Compassion Staff!"

Numerous Sanskrit scripts suddenly appeared on the vajra pestle. The mysterious and extraordinary, the rich and bright breath permeated, and it was almost condensed into substance.

The Great Compassion Scepter is the unique and unique knowledge of Prajna Temple, the top grade of heaven, is the top defensive magical power.

The opponent's offensive is getting stronger, this set of great compassion can use the other way to return to the other body.

"Chang!"

The next moment, the single horn on the forehead of the Qing Jiao King slammed into the vajra.

Even the Great Scepter of Great Compassion, known for its defenses, could not resist at all. It seemed like a golden defense, and it fell apart in an instant.

"Huh!"

Suddenly, in the single horn of the Qingjiao King's forehead, a bleeding red Changhong burst out, like a river of blood hanging upside down in the sky, instantly enveloping the abbot of Prajna Temple, and every inch of his skin was touched by the blood rainbow.

In an instant, the face of the abbot of Prajna Temple changed wildly, and he was no longer calm as before, as if he had encountered something extremely terrible.

"Pump! Pinch! Pinch..."

The abbot of Prajna Temple retreated more than ten steps before reluctantly standing still, his chest fluctuated for a while, and finally he spit out a big mouthful of blood.

Within a few breaths, his whole body's breath suddenly faded, his lips turned black, as if he had been poisoned, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"Abbot!"

Seeing this scene, the elders of the Prajna Temple in the distance all rushed over, guarding the abbot, and at the same time glaring at the Green Flood King with a vigilant look, as if facing an enemy.

Not only them, but the true immortals of the other sects were also terrified. Unexpectedly, the Qingjiao King was so terrible that he seriously injured the abbot of Prajna Temple.

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"Haha... old bald donkey, you have been hit by the king's dragon king evil, you can't do it again for at least one hour, and wait for death on your stomach!"

While speaking, King Qing Jiao changed his body shape, stowing his original appearance of hundreds of feet, and turned into the image of a middle-aged man.

Wearing a jade dress with gold thread, he looks domineering and demeanor, with sharp and flaming cold light blooming in his eyes, and the unicorn on his forehead is crystal clear, demonstrating an unparalleled noble identity.

He stood on the battlefield like this, between his gestures and gestures, revealing an aura like a sword cracking the sky. In the eyes of everyone, his figure is extremely stalwart, high in the sky, walking on the sun and the moon.

When he appeared, the entire Dragon Burial Valley was silent and silent, and many true immortals stepped back subconsciously, shocked by his courage.

In fact, although the Qingjiao King was strong, he was far from the point where he could kill the abbot of Prajna Temple in seconds.

The reason why he succeeded just now was because the abbot of Prajna Temple's attention was all on Ye Fan's body.

With mental arithmetic and unintentional, coupled with the horror of the Dragon King Sha, can you succeed in one fell swoop!

But no matter what, the appearance of the Qing Jiao King caused a huge change in the situation in the field.

The next moment, the Qingjiao King turned around, looked at Ye Fan from a distance, lowered his proud head, knelt on one knee, and said in a deep voice:

"The old servant is too late, please ask the master to make atonement!"

The Qing Jiao King, who had just been overbearing and invincible, was extremely respectful when facing Ye Fan.

"Huh!"

Suddenly, Danqiuzi of Langya Academy burst into a violent shout: "King Qingjiao, on weekdays, our ancient nine sects and your Qingjiao clan, the well water does not offend the river! Why are you here today?"

"You want to kill the master, that is to be an enemy of me, a mortal enemy of my evil monster race!!!" The Qing Jiao King's voice was extremely overbearing.

Prior to this, Ye Fan had already signed a master-servant contract with King Qingjiao.

The master-servant contract in the world of cultivating immortals is very harsh. It not only requires the slave to be completely loyal to the master, but once the master dies, the slave cannot survive.

Because of this, the Qing Jiao King came here specially, not only to save Ye Fan, but also to save himself.

"Humph!"

Danqiuzi suddenly sneered, his eyes revealed a breathtaking sharpness, and gritted his teeth:

"King Qingjiao, as one of the seven demon kings, your ability to fight alone is not inferior to any suzerain! However, even if the abbot of Prajna Temple is injured, there are still me, Liu head, and the number of people present. Ten true immortals! You alone, wanting to be an enemy of my ancient nine sects, are not enough!"

Faced with this scolding, King Qing Jiao hadn't spoken yet, and there was another gloomy voice in the distance:

"Jie Jie Jie... The Green Dragon King is not qualified, what about the old man?"