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[There is no internet at home. I finally found one. It's a little late. Sorry]

This old dragon is cruel in its own way. Once it is born, it will show its power.

He first pinched an immortal to death, then roared with a roar, the wind and thunder rolled, the demonic aura covered the sky, and the vast aura suppressed the sky. His body twisted in the void, creating a chaos, opened his mouth and sucked, causing a huge storm. Under the domineering power of swallowing, ancient mountains rose from the ground, rose into the air, shattering in the hazy demon light!

The most miserable thing is the monks in the Ziwei World, the immortal god-turned monks, and the thousands of Yuanfei monks. They only feel that the world is pitch black, their bodies are completely frozen, and they cannot move a finger, and then they are swallowed into the huge dragon's mouth.

Crack, the old dragon's sharp teeth bite down hard. With billions of pounds of force, I don't know how many monks were bitten to death directly! Large pieces of blood flowed into a river and fell from the sky!

"No, why is this happening?"

"I don't want to die. This dragon is so terrifying. Even the immortals are pinched to death. I'm going to be eaten. The ending is so tragic!"

Monks howled miserably and shouted loudly, and some even begged for mercy in the dragon's mouth, trying to save their lives.

But all this was useless. The old dragon was simply cruel and incredible. Thousands of monks were wiped out by their teeth in their mouths, and all the rest was swallowed into their stomachs. They snorted angrily, and there were chaotic lights, demon lights, fairy lights, killing them. All kinds of lights formed a terrifying storm, stirring and erasing them hard, and then there was no sound again!

It was a long story, but it all happened in an instant. The old dragon stretched out his body slightly, and a huge mountain collapsed directly. After he was born, he grabbed a immortal to death, and the remaining monks were swallowed, bitten to death and chewed it. This method was like the ancient evil god. Even the many children of the demon clan in the southern border were now pale and still scared. This great god was so terrifying that even they did not expect that there was such a fierce existence in the southern border, and that it would simply not take human lives as their lives!

"Haha, what Ziwei World has invaded and disturbed my sleep. It's really unforgivable. It's all damn. Now it's quiet. Okay, you all do whatever you should do. Remember not to disturb me!"

The old dragon's huge body lies in the void, and the scales on his body emitted a faint cold light, with deep evil aura brewing in his body, as if a huge volcano was about to erupt at any time, forming a scene of destruction.

"Don't bother, don't bother!"

"I dare not, I dare not, you are free to be with me, my ancestor."

One by one, the monsters in the southern border have tiger heads, some have snake heads, some have a pair of wings, and some have completely human appearances. They are all extremely cruel monsters, who can swallow a large number of creatures with their mouths, and they can shatter dozens and twenty to make mountains with their fingers. They are invincible figures, and their immortal aura is flowing, but now in front of the old dragon, they are trembling and dare not breathe for a moment.

There is no way. The old dragon's fierce power just now was enough to shock the world, making everyone silent and dare not speak loudly. Compared with this old dragon, their daily majesty is completely worth mentioning.

"Well, the demon clan is getting worse and worse. There are so many little kids who don't even have an immortal. What a waste!"

The old dragon snorted angrily, and two black air spurted out of his nostrils. A mountain in the distance turned into ashes on the spot and was wiped out from the map. This fierce and evil look made the monsters even more frightened, fearing that the ancestor would accidentally spray them. It would be really unfair and he would have no place to deal with it even if he died.

"This little boy is good, has a promising future, work hard!"

Suddenly, the huge dragon head turned around and roared in front of King Xiaopeng and King Xiaozhu. These two people who were not afraid of heaven and earth almost knelt on the ground, feeling the boundless evil aura coming to their faces, almost causing their minds to collapse. At the critical moment, a divine light emerged from the depths of their bloodlines, fighting spirit, dispelling everything, and finally being able to stand.

Huh! The next moment, the earth was shaking, and a huge crack suddenly appeared on the earth, and the dragon's body sank into it and disappeared.

"Oh my God, there is such a terrifying existence in our southern Xinjiang?"

King Xiaopeng gasped. The huge dragon head just now put too much pressure on him, and he almost collapsed and could not recover.

"Yes, the old dragon is too fierce. He is an immortal. He is killed with one hand. That kind of majestic spirit is so satisfying. It would be great if I was so majestic one day. If anyone doesn't like it, it's so good to smash it with one stick!"

The little monkey king's eyes shone with golden light, as if he saw the scene where the iron rod in his hand was smashed everywhere one day.

"Hey, what do you think? You want to have that day and it will take a long time!"

King Xiaopeng completely sneered at his wish, although he had similar thoughts in his mind.

"No matter what, the Ziwei World's conquest of southern Xinjiang was completely failed. Not only that, but also suffered heavy losses and even lost an immortal. It was so satisfying!"

The little monkey king laughed wildly, and the black iron rod in his hand was ready to move, wanting to wave it again.

"Yes, the crisis here is temporarily resolved, and I don't know what happened to the other battlefields. I think geniuses like us should not be at peace in southern Xinjiang. They should go to other battlefields to kill all directions, hone their martial arts and enhance their cultivation!"

"This is the reason. For example, there are wars everywhere on the Yuan Continent today. It is easier to fight! We should walk together!"

After discussing for a while, a surging fighting spirit emerged from their bodies, wanting to participate in the battle again and sharpen themselves.

There was laughter and joy in the southern border, and many demon clans celebrated each other. They finally didn't have to fight to the death. The Ziwei World came in a fierce momentum. In less than a moment, it was instantly wiped out by the old dragon, reducing huge losses. No one was unhappy.

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The Eastern Region has always been a place of humanities. Confucian monks have dominated the place here. The world's top sects, the Zhengqi Academy is located on Taihuang Mountain. At this time, Taihuang Mountain has no longer had the tranquility of the past. The war is in the sky, and countless monks are fighting for their lives!

The disciples of Dayi Academy, Siji Academy, Dali Academy, Daxin Academy, and each academies are now all concentrated in the Zhengqi Academy. There are Confucian monks with high crowns and big sleeves everywhere. The entire Taihuang Mountain is shrouded in a vast and upright spirit, with great integrity, endless and endless.

However, the monks in the Ziwei World were even more like clouds and rain, thousands of people, neatly dressed, high morale, and loud killing sounds. One god-turned monk has produced many magical powers of Taoism, countless artifacts exploded in the void, and the smoke and clouds were brilliant, and the murderous intent was vast. These people were all immortal gods. They had experienced countless battles and killings. The murderous aura on their bodies covered the sun, moon, mountains and rivers. The bloody and tragic killing technique was the bloody and tragic killing technique. The true energy of immortality was endless like the sea, and the mountains were destroyed in the blink of an eye!

One by one, the disciples of Confucian monks recited the articles of sages, holding a pen or holding a book, and the white lights were stacked and produced pieces of Confucian magic!


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