"Okay!"

Stepping on the clouds and responding, then the breath was fully opened, killing the white bone sage Qiu Cang.

Chen Xiaoyao held the dragon fall in his hand, and the amethyst dragon transformation was turned on. The half-saint's power poured into the blade. While Luo Heng had not stood up, the second sword fell.

"What kind of magical power is this!"

Seeing Chen Xiaoyao's powerful sword fall, not only Luo Heng was shocked, but even the powerful Dragon Realm stationed under the barrier also exclaimed in secret.

The sword of this junior in the Spirit King realm was not under the command of these Taoist palaces.

Where does this exist??

boom!

The sword light entered the sea, almost exhausting the fighting power of Chen Xiaoyao, and swallowing Luo Heng again.

When the waves dissipated, Luo Heng was covered in blood.

Although it was still not enough to be killed by this knife, it was enough to hurt him.

"Gu Yue Bell!"

Luo Heng, who was panting with pride, exclaimed, and called back the golden bell and crashed into Chen Xiaoyao.

"Hmph, Lingbao!?"

Chen Xiaoyao sneered, and the Nightmare Demon Pearl was sacrificed. Just by passing by, the golden bell lost its spiritual light and was taken back by Chen Xiaoyao.

"My spiritual treasure!"

Na Luo Heng was even more surprised.

This spiritual treasure that he had been warmed by hundreds of years was so easily conquered by Chen Xiaoyao?

The blood connection with the spiritual treasure was forcibly cut off, and Luo Heng sprayed out another mouthful of blood, and his breath became weak in an instant.

He was hit by Chen Xiaoyao one after another, even if he was the commander of Jinxiao Dao Palace, he could not stand such trouble. "It's over."

Chen Xiaoyao fell down with the dragon in his hand, and the Tianshang sword technique in his hand slashed randomly. When he rose from the sea again, Luo Heng was already killed under the blade.

But Chen Xiaoyao was not satisfied, and he rushed towards the remaining two sirens.

The Nightmare Demon Pearl and Yue Jinzhong two spiritual treasures came out together, and continued to suppress the Siren King on the sea.

The Tai Chi Seal and the Six-Meridian Spirit Finger fell on the sea with the blessing of the semi-saint's aura, causing shocking tsunamis.

When fighting like this, everyone was stunned.

Just now, the four sages Luo Heng were still killing him, and this mysterious Spirit King power suddenly came, and he was even more fierce than before.

Even one-sided.

In just half a cup of tea, when Chen Xiaoyao killed the second squid king, the Qilin on the other side also bombarded Qiu Cang under the sea.

When the two appeared before the Dragon Realm, all the sages of the four major forces were killed.

"Who are you?"

Ao Xing from the Dragon Domain frowned.

Chen Xiaoyao and Tayun Qilin had the power of fighting, but they had never seen it in the chaotic sea.

What is even more surprising is that these two are not sages.

Especially the fat man, his aura was strange, not like the demon clan or the dragon clan.

"Tongtian Holy Land, Shen Xiaoyao!"

Chen Xiaoyao's body was three thousand feet long on his back and walked on the sea.

“Get out of here.”

He was going to go into the abyss, and whether there were semi-saints or not, he would go down and take a look.

"This place has been blocked by the Dragon Domain, no matter who you are, you are not allowed to enter!"

Ao Xing's pupils shrank slightly.

He had never heard of the holy land of heaven and earth.

"I block them and you rush in!"

The Qilin stepped on the cloud and roared, directly manifesting the Qilin's body, which was so huge that it floated on the sea. The power of the holy blood surged, and it actually suppressed the dragon clans of the Dragon Domain. "What is this?"

"Hiss, could it be, the ancient bloodline, the Qilin?"

Ao Xing is a famous person in the dragon clan, and he can naturally see the origin of stepping on the clouds.

But, is there a Qilin in this world?

"Haha, now, you opponents of the miscellaneous dragon clan are me!"

The Qilin stepped on the cloud and laughed strangely, and his huge body pressed directly on it.

He wanted to use his own strength to stop all the dragon clans.

"Golden Cicada, you stay."

Chen Xiaoyao lets Jin Cicada help, at least protecting the clouds from accidents.

Then, Chen Xiaoyao rushed into the dragon clan and descended under the barrier.

When he swept his divine eyes, he found that although this barrier was not as terrifying as in front of the Heavenly Ruins, it was also quite tough.

"In this way, then you can only move the holy will!"

Chen Xiaoyao raised his eyes and in the sea of ​​energy, the will of the Holy King suddenly arose.

Under the blessing of this will, Long Yu slashed out with a knife, tearing a gap on the barrier, and then fell into the abyss.

"Holy Will!"

At this moment, Ao Xing, who was fighting with the Yun Qilin, suddenly turned around, his face full of shock.

Although the holy intention that had just emerged just flashed, the aura was even more terrifying than the semi-saint breath in the abyss.

Who is this guy?

But at this time, Chen Xiaoyao was already falling in the abyss.

At this time, he had already put away his holy will, and the closer he was to the abyss, the more clearly he could feel the semi-saint aura under the abyss.

Indeed, it seems to be owned by the dragon clan.

No wonder the dragon genius in the blood of the dragon cared so much.

Not long after, Chen Xiaoyao landed on the ground.

Here, the surroundings are still blocked by the formation barrier, but the deep sea is pitch black.

Chen Xiaoyao opened his divine eyes and could see clearly that there was an ancient hall in the trench ahead.

It is indeed an ancient ruin.

Not to mention anything else, the ancient ruins that can exist in such places are already quite good.

What surprised Chen Xiaoyao even more was that there were more than a dozen cauldrons standing in front of this hall.

And before the cauldron, there were ancient weapons.

They were not finished, as if they were abandoned here.

Is it really the inheritance of the weapon refining sect?

Chen Xiaoyao came to the dozen cauldrons and held the unfinished weapons in his hands.

Although they are all semi-finished products, the forging techniques are extremely clever.

I am afraid that in those days, these weapons were prepared to be refined into magic weapons and even stronger.

But unfortunately, perhaps because of some irresistible reasons, these weapons were not completed and were only made into embryos.

And after so many years of baptism, all the spiritual power in the weapons has disappeared and the breath has disappeared.

It's a pity to become a mortal.

With a sigh, Chen Xiaoyao put these weapons back and walked towards the hall.

At this time, the semi-saint aura in the hall was still surging.

That's right, that breath is inside this hall and has never wavered.

In other words, the dragon clan genius who came down first did not succeed.

Chen Xiaoyao pushed open the bronze giant gate of the hall, and a fiery breath came from it.

A strange fire.

Chen Xiaoyao took a deep breath and looked into the hall.

Sure enough, a blue fire was burning forever on the hall.

And above the strange fire, a green dragon seemed to fall into a deep sleep.
To be continued...