The two black and white suns in the sky gradually converged in their light, but as they were extinguished, Yangqiu County did not regain its light. On the contrary, the sky shrouded in darkness and turned into darkness, and the earth was dim.

With the two large wheels of light as the center, the light red mist is filled with outline, outlining a huge snake shadow. It stands above the lake and ruins. When its huge pupils lit up again, it has turned into a golden vertical eye like a dragon's pupil.

It was dawn, and the sun was magnificent and magnificent, hanging behind the behemoth, looking straight at Yangqiu County.

All the civilians who were taking refuge in the city were shocked to the point where they were panicked and at a loss. The county soldiers and Taoist disciples from various Taoist temples all looked solemn. The dense crowd stopped at this moment and looked up at the gods and demons.

Wu Ming, who was closest to him, was isolated from the body of the dragon horse, and his Yin Shen was suppressed by his majestic power. His heart gradually sinks. He couldn't help but wonder if Zhulongzi is really dead. What Yangqiu is buried is really its two pupils?

"Wait, it's not right." Wu Ming calmed down and observed carefully, and immediately noticed the details. The thin red mist that formed the Zhulong's hundred-foot body seemed familiar, and its essence was the same as the luck stored in Suihouzhu.

Moreover, the golden eyes are filled with a kind of indifference, as if there is no vitality or emotion. It is obvious that the real Zhulongzi has long disappeared, and now it is just a phantom of luck that seems to be right and wrong.

But Wu Ming's mind was still heavy, because this candle dragon phantom filled with this breath of magical powers and omnipotence. It was obviously not the magic power of ordinary Taoists. Only with high magical powers can this kind of Taoist practice be achieved.

Soon after, a layer of golden mist suddenly rose in Yangqiu County, the City God's Dharma Realm unfolded, and the Emperor's God-Demonic Formation was exerted to the extreme. The Netherworld Cave opened, and Yin soldiers wearing cold black armor continued to surge out.

As soon as they appeared, they formed a battle formation. The thick black and gray yin energy covered the sky and the sun was majestic. The spears and halberds in their hands gathered together to form a forest of guns, making a clanging sound and a cold light flashed.

Yin soldiers need to be solidified. They were soldiers during their lifetime and could be regarded as one in a hundred miles. After so many years of accumulation in Yangqiu County, there were only about a thousand Yin soldiers.

Finally, a powerful god appeared. He was riding in a wide magic chariot, and the black and white curtains fell around him, only seeing a pair of golden and majestic eyes.

Yangqiu City God looked at the hundred-foot-long snake shadow in front of him and pondered and said to himself: "How could the seal be broken so quickly? It's a bit different from the time of deduction."

Wu Ming in the air saw this scene and hurriedly drove the dragon horse to approach. A phantom shadow appeared in the dragon's head. He bowed and asked, "I have seen the city god, this phantom of the candle dragon..."

The city god walked out of the chariot and was an eight-foot-tall god with a high appearance. He was wearing a black official robe and a crown on his head. He was covered with three inches of gold and his whole body was as color as gold.

He looked at Wu Ming with his eyes and nodded, "It turned out to be a servant of the Taoist ruler. This matter was a backlash caused by Zhu Longzi's luck. It was normal. However, I didn't expect that the seal would be lifted in advance, and some methods were too late to prepare in advance."

Wu Ming's expression moved and said, "City God, the Xuanzhen Temple is the secret son of the water clan. The seal may be lifted or related to them."

Hearing this, the god was surprised and opened his eyes to watch. Sure enough, he saw Zhulong winding his body, surrounded by three hundred shrimp soldiers and crab generals. He said solemnly: "Master Laoshan, I am not strict in my rule."

The Taoist immediately responded: "Don't blame the City God. The gods must not interfere in human affairs unless they are major issues. Because of the corruption of the bureaucrats in the county, Jingpingwei is unknown to people."

While the two talked, the shadow of Zhulong seemed to be stimulated by a breath that was not inferior to his own, and became restless. A long roar of dragon roars, and two pupils as huge as the sun and the moon shone.

The sky suddenly became dim, golden light and silver light intertwined, carrying a large area of ​​murderous intent swept over. The city god of Yangqiu County reacted and stood in front of Wu Ming, a golden red divine imperial edict shone.

Nearly a thousand ghost soldiers shouted loudly, and dark clouds floated over. The two collided violently, setting off a terrifying inspiration. Fortunately, they were protected by the formation and did not cause a lot of damage to the city below.

Wu Ming was retreated by Qilang and left the battlefield far away. He looked complicated. Unexpectedly, he could not understand the battle with high magical powers, let alone interference.

The phantom of the candle dragon swimming in the sky saw the gods urging the army to form a formation to siege, and his pupils flashed, and mysterious runes spread out in the void, falling on the shrimp soldiers, crab generals and Taoists in the waters of the city below.

In the next carving, the aura of human-like tall shrimp soldiers surged, and gold and silver patterns were intertwined on the carapaces on their bodies. The yin and yang energy filled their bodies, and they even set up black and white auspicious clouds to kill the army of Yin soldiers in the air.

The two camps fought together, while the City God and Zhulong confronted each other, dividing two battlefields in the sky.

Wu Minggan was anxious. He found that under the eyes of Zhulong, a layer of dark night sky gradually wrapped around Yangqiu County, containing a certain concise meaning. Zhulong's phantom seemed to be trying to sacrifice blood to the entire city and cast the entity with flesh and blood.

This is not impossible. According to the City God, most of the origin of Zhulong's two pupils has been wiped out, and it only carries part of Zhulongzi's fate, which is comparable to that of the monks of supernatural powers.

If it refines more than 100,000 soul blood, temporarily form an entity, and then go to various places to find other buried parts, maybe it can be resurrected in another way and take one step to the soul!

The young Taoist priest looked ugly and sighed: "It's hard to imagine how strong Zhulongzi was in his heyday. I'm afraid he's going to have a long distance in the Yuanshen realm, or even half a step to achieve enlightenment."

He saw a familiar trace from the sun, moon and shrimp soldiers, which was related to the strongest Taoist soldiers in Laoshan, the Sun, Moon and Heavenly Soldiers. The water inside was very deep. I am afraid that the ancestors of Laoshan had really fought for enlightenment with Zhulongzi back then.

Wu Ming didn't think about it carefully now.

He watched the situation, and the colorful clouds in the sky were changing. The City God needed to take into account the people in the county. In addition, the phantom of the candle dragon was essentially a fate of destiny. He was not ordinary to harm and was invincible. He was directly beaten at an absolute disadvantage.

More importantly... Wu Ming looked at the people in the city. Some young and old were already drowsy. They evaporated a wisp of essence and were absorbed by the two suns and moons in the sky. A layer of blood was rendered, and the blood sacrifice began.

Longma and his body are protected by the Strength Technique and Ziwu Gong, and their vitality remains unmoved, but this is only temporary. Once the Zhulong Phantom defeats the City God and frees up his hands to actively bless Taoist techniques, Wu Ming will definitely die.

"Help, please call the Taoist priest to save my mother."

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me."

Mortals cried endlessly, hundreds of weak people fell down, and their families were looking for people to seek treatment.

Wu Ming saw with his own eyes that a girl with a tiny face was pale and terrible. Her parents hugged her anxiously and covered her bedding with layers of bedding, which could not stop her petite body from becoming colder and colder, as if life had passed and was about to wither.

He did not cast a spell to heal him. He could save one person, but could not save everyone unless he could kill Zhulong's phantom.

"There should be a solution." Wu Ming said to himself. He thought calmly and suddenly realized that it was essentially just a part of Zhulong's destiny and rebellion aroused by his unwillingness to disappear.

Since it is destiny, can the corresponding Qilu magic weapon damage the root of Zhulong’s phantom?

He doesn't know, but it's worth a try.

Wu Ming took the dragon horse and fell down. The Yin God instantly returned to his body. His magic eyes opened, and a crystal pearl and a red sword above his head rose and fell. His magic power was released. Both were rolled up and possessed on the dragon horse again.
Chapter completed!