The corpse-faced dragon was sealed for a hundred years, and its realm was gradually declining, and it had already fallen to the completeness of the Golden Elixir Realm. Back then, it was indeed only one step away from the fading of the dragon and turning into a dragon, but it was not able to achieve its wish because of its karma and heinous sins. Although the corpse-faced dragon was evil and evil, it also had extraordinary vision and insight. Its red pupils suddenly narrowed.

This boy who slowly got up from the turtle shell was very strange.

Chang Xi tilted his head, and his body, which was originally as strong as a tiger and a leopard, shrank in a circle. His body, which was undulating, showed a thick feeling of rugged rocks. The heartbeat, densely populated by the drumbeat, was like rolling winter thunder, and an unimaginable force surged under his body, which was still as white as jade.

The man stood up, Tianhuang and Xiaoyao couldn't help but look up, and the golden boy and jade girl's eyes were confused. The man's appearance was indeed Chang Xi, but what happened to this familiar strangeness?

It seems like a different person.

Just as the man was about to step out, Xiaoyao hugged his legs and feet. Tears were flowing down his red face, and the indifference on the master's body scared her.

The man sorted out the black fox fur that was draped on his body, patted his cheek, and a hard-earned stiff smile appeared on his cold face. He bent down and touched Xiao Yao's pigtails, pointed at Aying who had coughed out golden blood and said, "Can you cure that eagle, okay?"

Xiaoyao then let go of his hands, wiped away the tears, and nodded vigorously.

He stepped out of the light curtain, and his breath instantly entered the Golden Pill Realm. Chang Xi narrowed his eyes slightly, spread his white palm in front of him, and there was an inexplicable thought in his eyes: "Little Vajra body? It's okay."

The handsome man wearing fox fur raised his head, and a silver cross star appeared in his eyes. His thin lips, as red as a paint, were tightly pursed, and he became harsh and ferocious.

There was winter thunder under Chang Xi's feet, and it exploded in the ears of the corpse-faced dragon.

The corpse-faced dragon with wide open door was approached by Chang Xi, who was empty in his hand in the blink of an eye. His red eyes were strange and cold. His claws were poked out from his ribs and he was about to pull the ignorant boy, and then he cut off his head with his bone sickle!

Chang Xi's blood and energy circulated around the acupoints of limbs and bones. The golden dragon shadow behind him was suddenly entrenched high in an instant, and his palms, which could no longer see the trajectory, were pressed on the ghost claws. The fierce murderous intent and cruel momentum were like a difference compared to before.

The mountain is broken again with one hand, and the river is broken again with the other hand.

He wants to exchange injuries for injuries.

The two claws under the ribs of the corpse-faced dragon were torn off by nearly 100,000 kilograms of shocking force. The master of the Sengran Ghost Claw was vicious and he was about to stab the man in the fox fur and was injured in the abdomen of the fox fur. Unfortunately, this time the ghost claws were only about an inch into the body, and the vicious ghost claws and white flesh actually made sparks of gold and iron.

Chang Xi discarded his two ghost claws that were still trembling as if they were worn out. He ignored the blood holes as thick as chopsticks on his abdomen and said with a grim smile: "Why, the evil dragon, which was only one step before, could turn into a dragon, now has this ability? If I had practiced the Immortal Vajra body, wouldn't it matter if I stood here and scratched you for hundreds of years?"

The miserable corpse-faced dragon flowed through blood under the ribs, and two ghost claws quickly grew from the broken bone stubble. As long as the evil evil objects cultivated by countless rich corpse qi are not injured, even if the broken limbs and arms are broken, they can consume the corpse qi in a short time and recover.

The corpse-faced dragon is bloodthirsty by nature but is not stupid. The thunder that struck it back to its original form hundreds of years ago also opened its mind and its mind was close to the monster. The body with a huge dragon tail crushed out ravines on the ground, and its red eyes flashed like a lantern that was slamming at night, full of vicious murderous intent.

It never believed that just three days of light could make the boy who could not even withstand a single blow of it so brave. This boy was domineering in both physical and strength, especially the momentum of willingness to exchange death for death and exchange injury for injury made it lower its head.

The killing is completely different.

In the blue light curtain, a pair of golden boys and jade girls are also busy.

Xiao Yao stroked the feathers that were mostly dull and dull with distress, spread the sharp beak of Shen Junying'er, and stuffed it into a precious pill that was enough to make ordinary monks red-eyed. Aying twisted his eyes and glanced at the sister Xiao Yao who was closest to it, touched her red face with her sharp beak, and then leaned down to digest the power of the medicine.

Xiao Yao pulled the corner of La Tianhuang's clothes, twitched his delicate nose and asked softly: "Why is the master's breath completely different from before? It's like another person is in his body."

Tianhuang raised his tender hand and put Yuehong, who had fought hard for three days and three nights, into the scabbard, warmed up, shook his head and said, "I don't know the strange aura on my father, but Brother Yuehong just told me, so I won't worry."

"What did Brother Yuehong say? Tell me quickly, tell me quickly!"

The impatient Xiaoyao pulled and pulled the hand, almost knocking Tianhuang down.

Tianhuang was also a little tired. Xiao Yao was carrying it and sat on the ground. He watched two equally ferocious figures colliding with each other outside the light curtain again, and said slowly.

"That's the other side of Daddy."

The sword energy roared under Chang Xi's feet, and what he walked out was a strange asynchronous method that had never been heard of before.

When the corpse-faced dragon slashed the sickle and was stalked in mid-air by him raising his hand and killing it in a short time. The corpse-faced dragon was rough and thick and hard to take the blow. Although it was not a big blow, Chang Xi, whose body speed was soaring, took the opportunity to surround him behind him.

The hardness of Jinshi was far beyond Jinshi, and the dragon was strangled by the neck and the corpse-faced dragon, but how could this evil dragon, which had also experienced countless battles, reacted quickly, and his claws were retracted into his body under his ribs, and the flesh on his back was rolling out the two ghost claws that were originally under his ribs and moved back to the disadvantage.

The bone sickle on both arms took the opportunity to return the color. Chang Xi sneered and said, "There are two deep blood marks on his body that can be seen in bones." He pulled off the two ghost claws again.

After seeing the blood, the evil dragon, which became increasingly ferocious, smiled with a pale human face, and said, "I think that if I have trained the little Vajra body of a bald donkey, I can be enemies with me? Without weapons, you just humans dare to use your body to be enemies with us. I really don't know how high the world is."

The corpse-faced dragon licked the golden blood stained on the bone sickle, and the two red lanterns hanging on the twisted face were full of jokes: "I want to see how long you can last."

The corner of the black fox fur young master bent a strange curve, "Isn't it just a weapon? Who said I'm gone?"

The evil dragon, who was sure to hold the victory, also had anthropomorphic sarcasm, looked at the long sword in the warm scabbard, but found that the young master who was so leisurely in front of him did not look like he was drawing the sword or planning to control the sword with his spiritual sense.

He looked back at Yuehong who had fought hard for three days and three nights. He felt relieved and helpless on his bloody cold face, and spread his hands and said, "Forget it, I can't use it anyway."

Faced with the evil dragon who had lived for a hundred years, the black fox young master slowly closed his eyes.

In Chang Xi's body, there was something in which the extremely pure black air surged out from his limbs and bones, forming a river of rivers and rivers, surging towards the sword-shaped spiritual platform.

The golden dragon, who was high above the golden sea of ​​blood, always looked down on all living beings, as the rolling black tide flowed by his side, without any intention of stopping it. The black tide wrapped around the hilt of the small sword floating in the dantian like a crawling tiger.

The small sword with a flashing cold light was full of spirituality, but it also had no intention of rejection, so it allowed the black tide to completely cover itself. The rolling black tide twisted like a living creature, attached to the small sword and extended and lengthened, and then gradually calmed down.

The long sword, which was darker than the night, quietly formed.

A rare golden dragon in the sea of ​​blood looked down at the black sword in the Dantian. There was a smile on the huge dragon's head that had never been seen before.

The handsome young man's deep eyes as dark as the night appeared again. His eyes were slightly opened, and his feet were stepping on the sword and the wind and clouds rose in the blink of an eye.

A sword spurted out of his mouth.
Chapter completed!