That little green dragon.
It was originally transformed into the spirit of the Longjian weapon, but was integrated into a trace of the soul by Yun Ao. The purpose was naturally to refine this treasure faster and master more power. This was also the case. His control over the Longjian was far beyond his control.
It is higher than Yanhuang's control over the Dragon Seal, which is the main reason why he still has the upper hand when fighting one against four.
only.
That's why.
He and the little green dragon both prospered and suffered losses. The other party was destroyed by the power of the curse, and he was naturally implicated.
"Netherworld tribe?"
"curse?"
"Ahem..."
The green flame in his hand quickly dissipated.
He staggered back and spat out a mouthful of smelly black blood!
Chi Yao was half right.
In the past, he had never entered Longjian. In fact, it had nothing to do with the other monsters. He was just afraid of being targeted by the Nether Clan. No one knew better than him how terrifying the Nether Clan's curse was!
"you……"
He kept his eye on Emperor Yan.
"Did you give him your Nine Chi Panlong Seal...?"
"turn out to be."
A smile flashed across Emperor Yan's face.
"This kid is not dead."
Yun Ao's words.
Plus his current state.
Emperor Yan had roughly understood what was going on.
Although I don’t know how Gu Han got the Panlong Seal, the important thing is that he came out and accidentally induced the power of the curse, seriously injuring Yun Ao!
"you lose."
He sighed softly.
"It's time to settle the grievances that have occurred for so many years!"
opposite.
Yun Ao's face became older and older.
His body even smelled faintly of decay.
Even the cultivation base is constantly falling, and it is difficult to even maintain the Feathering Stage.
at the same time.
The green light that had always been suppressing everyone's heads also quickly dissipated!
…
Far away in the void.
"Gone?"
Sensing the disappearance of the green light, Fu Youde felt a lightness on his body, and his cultivation became active again.
"Destroy them!"
He was very angry.
Previously, his cultivation was suppressed, ten against four, but he was suppressed and beaten by four barbarians. Naturally, he felt a sigh of relief.
It's not just him.
So does everyone else.
boom!
boom!
…
Everyone was angry and took action, using all kinds of extremely powerful moves. The four barbarians were beaten back and forth, and half of their bodies instantly collapsed.
only.
Compared to one's own damage.
What is more difficult for them to accept is Yun Ao's failure!
"Palace Master!"
One person had a look of despair on his face.
"Did he... lose?"
"impossible!"
Other
One person's face was ferocious.
"The Palace Master is invincible, no one is his opponent, he cannot lose!"
"Walk!"
suddenly.
A barbarian turned around instantly and flew away into the distance!
“Go check it out!”
In a blink of an eye.
Several barbarians lost all fighting spirit, and the energy and blood in their bodies suddenly surged, barely able to block the attack of ten people, and flew away into the distance!
"Want to leave?"
"dream!"
Naturally, the ten people would not let them go, and they all chased after them!
…
The Temple of War is thousands of miles away.
A page of Taoism.
A magic cloud.
A gray light.
The three of them instantly suppressed Yun Ao. The green flame had lost its previous power and was now compressed within a few feet of Yun Ao's body, with a slight tendency of disintegrating.
"Fellow."
Holy Lord Luoheng spoke calmly.
"Today, you have been completely defeated."
"good."
Fu Dahai nodded.
"I'm afraid you never thought that you would fall into the hands of a young monk. This is God's will!"
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Yan Qianjue waved his hand.
"Destroy him and this battle will be over!"
Talking room.
To be continued...