"Crazy--"

The blue crystal bloomed, and a big butterfly with wings flashed at the end, a flash of time, sprinkling clear scale powder.

Long Wuji could not avoid it, and the power of the ancestral weapon filled in his body helped it block this attack.

However, the amount of scale powder is too large and the coverage is too wide.

The floating point sporadically splashed onto the rippled witch dragon and the other hostile holy dragon, and instantly melted their flesh and blood, and all the small half of the bones evaporated and disappeared.

"roar!!!"

The two holy dragons were in severe pain and took different response measures.

One wants to retreat and keep a distance to ensure that he survives.

Another person has a desperate ambition to burn the remaining essence of his life, summon a water dragon, lock the opponent's neck, and rush it without any life.

"Dong!"

The prey fell to the ground, and the weak rippled witch dragon had no time to enjoy the joy of victory, and staggered from the sky and never got up again.

"Old Eighth!" The desperate black dragon screamed with grief on his face.

Even if it is not the same dragon species, the twelve dragon souls have been dormant in the ancestral weapon for nearly ten thousand years, and they have long established deep feelings.

The Ripple Witch Dragon was not the first to die in battle, nor the last to die in battle.

Soon, the tenth-ranked Mirror Dragon King was besieged by a multi-headed holy dragon and chose to use the last little force to explode to die.

Ming Zun groaned, and one of his main pet animals was accidentally killed. All the sadness condensed into a fierce murderous intent, and sent back the death line.

...

Similar scenes are repeated within dozens of minutes.

The entire lineage of death is going crazy. They have long been dying and participating in the final game.

Although the people in the Dragon Court have a righteous heart, they cannot be so ruthless as if they are involved in their own life and death.

"I don't know where the span of the little bone dragon's Nirvana ritual has reached..."

Bai Wushang was gasping for breath, and drank a bottle of injury medicine to restore his strength, and his eyes fell on the sky again.

The battle below is too chaotic and complicated after all, and it will not provide a critical help.

Only when Long Wuji drags the projection of the ancestor dragon and even wins it through battle can one of the dead veins get a chance to breathe.

"Bang! Bang!"

At this time, the crystal dragon god still exudes an ancient and profound aura.

However, it is broken and looks a little embarrassed.

The fighting holy dragon on the opposite side is even more tragic.

The Crystal Dragon God is an energy-condensed entity, which does not bleed, does not have the true consciousness of the Dragon God, and attacks all rely on instinct.

Long Wuji is a real flesh and blood body. Even if he sacrifices the ancestors in exchange for protection, his body's recovery is extraordinary.

But at this point, it shed too much dragon blood, and the scars all over its body were fighting bloodily, making it even more miserable.

"Stand with it, the winner may be in a moment!"

In the flash of lightning, the Golden Holy Dragon looked up at his head, and his inner worries could not be gone.

Long Wuji has a fatal disadvantage.

——Blood defects!

The nine changes in Xiaoyao and the combination of bloodlines is indeed the strongest battle dragon form.

But it lost its mind and became a bomb full of uncertainties.

In case of detonation, forgetting the mission and plan because of enjoying the killing, this is the beginning of breaking hope and endless despair for the death line.

"kill!!!"

The hysterical roar seemed to be in an ancient battlefield, watching the hundreds of millions of troops fighting, the sound was shaking the sky and the earth.

Long Wuji was crazy and punched a violent punch, turning into a hundred-meter fist light and hitting the crystal dragon god's abdomen.

It was not over yet. I carried seven exploded crystals, soaring into the sky in the air, the blooming of green lotus and other phenomena. Long Wuji swung the heavy thunder hammer in his hand and hit the center of the Crystal Dragon God's eyebrows.

"KaKaKa--"

Time seemed to be still, and the projection of the ancestral dragon with majestic power actually stiffened in the air and cracked inch by inch from the forehead bone.

The blue shadows that stretched out the green steel dragon shield with one arm, as well as the scarred dragons in the distance, and the morning breeze dragons all changed their expressions.

"How is it possible! The projection of the Ancestral Dragon was defeated like this? The power of the Five Generations of Ancestral Dragon with great power and powerful power cannot suppress the dead line?"

"No, this is a shame, a great shame! Even the dragon god cannot kill all the evil, so what should we holy dragons do? Do you want to escape from the Dragon Palace and look for reinforcements?"

There are several holy dragons from the outer island, and their mentality is broken.

Seeing myth is supreme glory.

But the good times didn't last long, and the myth was defeated. This hit the morale and the impact on the soul was very fatal.

"boom!!"

The Crystal Dragon God exploded completely.

The seriously injured fiery spirit dragon, the Dragon King of Storm, was about to roar with a roaring dragon roar to vent his excitement.

But in a moment, their eyes were frozen, and what burst out was not joy, but boundless panic and fear.

Because - the battle battle holy dragon Long Wuji who smashed the projection of the Ancestral Dragon with one hammer was instantly pierced by the overwhelming crystal fragments, turning into a blood light, falling to the ground slantedly.

"boom!!"

Another violent collision.

An Suyi widened her eyes and looked at the scene in front of her. After being confused, she was ecstatic.

"The Dragon God is above! The power of the Five Dynasties Ancestral Dragon, why not fear a weapon, a battle dragon, a peerless style, but that's it!"

With the dust and mist, Xuanyuan Hou staggered up from the ruins, his face was bloodless, his spirit was depressed, and he looked weak.

But the indifference in his eyes was particularly clear, which made people feel particularly heartbroken.

"Don't you know that the strongest thing about the Crystal Dragon God lies in the moment of death?"

The sound fell to the ground, and there was silence in the Central Dragon Temple.

After five breaths, a hoarse, painful voice sounded:

"Ahem... This is a secret... It's such an old Yin Bi..."

Long Wuji trembled and struggled to pull out the largest crystal fragments inserted into his chest. He slowly stood up, his eyes wandered, and landed on the Judgment Dragon Rider, who was less than two meters away.

Its pupils are still scarlet, consistent with the color of the body.

But as the side being looked down, Xuanyuan Hou looked as if nothing was missing. While taking drugs to relieve his limits, he looked at the thick stone door that was smashed by Long Wuji. Looking at the dragon shadows of varying sizes, he crawled out of the deep pit step by step, and finally a smile appeared on his face.

"Although there was a little bit of surprise, although the process was a little tortuous."

"But the opening of the Sleeping Door means that you have lost the last chance."

"Is that so decisive? Don't be so decisive!" In the silent crow, the golden holy dragon roared angrily, chasing the clouds and lightning, like a golden flash flying out.

Xuanyuan Hou's eyes twitched and he kept beating wildly.

The Morning Wind Dragon, which attempted to stop but failed, was even more distorted and deformed as if struck by lightning.

"Fused my body, burned my soul, and built a new door of flesh and blood with my belief!"

The sound of the Golden Holy Dragon is sonorous and powerful, and it echoes in the Central Dragon Temple for a long time.
Chapter completed!