"Young Master has cultivated you well!" Zi Mo said with a faint smile. Now the depression in his heart had long disappeared. When Yun Feiyang used the Heavenly Book to help him heal his injuries and make his cultivation further, Zi Mo felt that he was
What a blessing it is to be able to draw the sword from Yagyu Sheng.
Seeing that Yun Feiyang valued him so much, Zi Mo also knew that he was using him, but he was still a little grateful in his heart. Moreover, the mysterious heavenly book also attracted his attention. In his impression, the legendary spiritual treasure did not have such a mysterious effect.
He realized that with the divine body Yun Fei Yang, his future destiny might change.
As soon as Zi Mo's words fell, they were like two thunderbolts falling into everyone's heart. Nangong Fu's eyes almost stared straight, and Nangong Xian'er was also dizzy.
It is unbelievable that the powerful overlord of the Demon Sect actually recognized Yun Feiyang as his young master. No one would believe the truth if he told it, but what happened before him really happened.
"Zi Mo, you are so brave!" The voice of the proud son of the emperor came from Yun Feiyang's feet, full of anger and murderous intent.
"The dignity of the Dragon Clan must not be trampled on, Zi Mo, you are dead!" Ao San said angrily, unwilling to accept the Dragon Clan's arrogance and dignity, which eliminated the fear in his heart. He licked the blood at the corner of his mouth with his tongue, and his eyes flashed with madness.
Blood light.
The other two dragon masters also instantly eliminated the fear in their hearts and glared at Zi Mo.
"Hmph, you dragons are so brave, you dare to touch your mistress, no one can save you today!" Zi Mo said coldly, stretching out his big hand.
"Pah, pah, pah!" With three crisp sounds, the three dragon masters were whipped away by Zi Mo. The three of them now had no resistance at all in front of Yun Feiyang.
"You...!" Before the three of them said a word, they felt a vast power crushing them. The Zi Mo in front of them became taller. Zi Mo was very angry. The three dragons actually dared to attack them.
His challenge made him feel that he was very embarrassed in front of Yun Feiyang, especially when there was Zi Yunxi in front of him, who was the future mistress. Now he wanted to take this opportunity to teach these three uncivilized guys a lesson almost severely.
Please this mistress.
"I don't mind killing you now, and the young master won't object. Are dragons born to be arrogant? Today is probably the last time you will be arrogant in your life." Zi Mo said in a cold voice, and the vast momentum directly pressed towards San
Man, how could the three of them resist at this moment? They were all choked by him, their eyes were spitting fire, and they couldn't even speak.
"Okay, Zi Mo, watch these three big bugs first. I will kill the Holy Son in their hearts in front of them later!" Yun Feiyang was very satisfied with Zi Mo's performance, and secretly sighed in his heart that he couldn't use the Heavenly Book to help him.
Healing the wound, he took out the Book of Heaven with one hand, pressed Nangong Xian'er's jade hand on the roots of the sacred tree, and said softly: "Xian'er, this is the immortal energy of your life, which can help you heal your injuries."
Nangong Xian'er's eyes widened. She had never heard of natal immortal energy. At this moment, waves of mysterious power surged into her body, and her injuries quickly recovered in an instant.
"Xian'er, look at how I killed this so-called Holy Son. Now that I have survived the divine punishment, my cultivation has reached the Great Perfection of the Sixth Heaven, but my combat power is enough to rival the masters of the lower level of the Seventh Heaven, not to mention a bunch of people in front of me.
Self-righteous trash!" While Yun Feiyang was treating Nangong Xian'er's injuries, he activated the Beiming Divine Art with a thought in his mind, and a black hole as black as ink shone on the suppressed Holy Son of Aohuang, swallowing up the power one by one.
The force was released, slowly swallowing the essence in the flesh and blood of the Holy Son of Proud Emperor.
"Ah, how dare you!" Ao Huang's roar came from the ground, and he felt a sense of danger.
"Hmph, why don't you dare? I will swallow even the flesh and blood of your Dragon Lord, let alone this reptilian waste." Yun Feiyang said coldly, and used the Beiming Divine Art to devour and refine it without any scruples.
In an instant, Yun Feiyang's dantian small universe table forcefully sprinkled pieces of purple energy. Yun Feiyang's sky-shielding style and ancient vision had consumed a lot of power. At this moment, after the influx of these powers, Yun Feiyang's power quickly recovered.
Feiyang could also realize here that the swallowing power of his Beiming Divine Art was too small. If it were similar to his own power and could be swallowed and refined to restore the whole body's power in an instant, it would be even more magical than the elixir.
At that time, Yun Feiyang doesn't have to worry about the lack of his own magic power at all. Beiming Magic Devours all things, as long as objects containing power can be swallowed. When it reaches a certain level, it can even directly swallow the opponent's magical power and refine it into his own power.
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"It seems that we are going to retreat. In the Mountain and River Fan, we should absorb the power of the Beiming Divine Art in the central world. It is best to surpass the devouring power to reach the middle and lower levels of the seventh heaven. In this way, we can fight against the masters of the middle and lower levels of the seventh heaven.
You can directly devour and refine the opponent's magical power." This thought flashed through Yun Feiyang's mind, and the Holy Son of the Proud Emperor at his feet had been injured to the core, and he couldn't help but roar.
"Beast, I'm going to kill you!" The voice of the Holy Son of the Proud Emperor came out through his spiritual consciousness, and his voice was full of malice.
Although the three-dimensional dragon masters who were seriously injured by Zi Mo were dying, their eyes almost burst when they saw this scene. They knew that Yun Feiyang was using a kind of evil magic to devour the essence of the Holy Son.
The three of them were furious and wanted to break through Zi Mo's pressure and stand up to attack Yun Feiyang, but they were restrained by Zi Mo's magic. Yun Feiyang's cold voice came from over there: "Zi Mo, follow them to Shanhe Fan, let's
Sha Po Lang and Brother Sharp give these three reptiles a good education!"
"You have to die!" Holy Son Ao Huang, a master of the dragon clan, almost lost his temper. Yun Feiyang spoke like a reptile and didn't take them seriously at all.
The mighty Deep Sea Dragon Clan is comparable to the supreme religions such as Taoism and Confucianism, and the Holy Son of Emperor Yaao is the holy son of the Dragon Clan. In the future, there is hope that he will inherit the position of Dragon Emperor and become the supreme figure in this world.
, controls thousands of lives and deaths, and has an extremely noble status.
But now he is being severely trampled under his feet. The Holy Son of the Proud Emperor is now capable of death. Just now he was looking down on the world and strategizing. He provoked the woman Yun Feiyang and was beaten to death in the blink of an eye.
The mud was trampled underfoot and allowed to be trampled by flying clouds.
The contrast between this was unacceptable to the Aohuang Holy Son, and he could not accept it. Being humiliated by Yun Feiyang, and being devoured by Yun Feiyang strengthened Yun Feiyang's cultivation, making him crazy, and his heart was full of resentment and unwillingness.
"Haha, what a good young master!" A sinister smile appeared on Zi Mo's face. Thinking of Brother Sharp's rogue methods and the fate of Liu Sheng's sword, Zi Mo felt chilled in his heart and silently mourned for the three dragons.