Seeing the flower peacock killing her, Li Jing was a little anxious and tried to stop her: Zihuangjun, don’t interfere. If you are injured, Heaven cannot explain to your father.

After all, Li Jing was loyal to the Jade Emperor and hoped to maintain a good relationship with the Ming Dynasty, but he was still unwilling to watch Pu Zihuang die.

However, Pu Zihuang's figure had already penetrated into the formation.

Li Jing glanced at Yuqing for a few times, thought for a while, sighed, and didn't say anything else.

He knew that he could not persuade Yuqing.

Yuqing was completely angered by Queen Ming, and no one could speak well.

Why should he be this evil man?

At this time, the smoke in the formation had turned black.

Yuqing's face was slightly happy.

He believed that the hateful dragon inside would soon be unable to bear the appearance of his true body.

He must have pulled out the tendons of the evil dragon, pulled out each piece of her scale, and made it into a complete armor for use!

The more Yuqing thought about it, the more he felt, the more he was, and the movements in his hands became more intense.

Pu Zihuang stepped into the formation with one foot, and the scene in front of her suddenly changed, turning into a vast empty space that was invisible.

The sky is dark and faintly black.

A strange sound came around.

The wind is extremely fierce, and the skin is painful.

There is nothing here, nothing is empty.

Pu Zihuang took a step forward.

A wind blade brushed against his leg.

The deep wound was cut and the robe was dyed red instantly.

Pu Zihuang looked down and frowned.

Yuqing's formation is indeed powerful.

Can soft and soft bear it?

He used spells to cover his whole body, and struggling with the dense wind blades, trying to find Ruan Ling's figure.

I don't know how long he had left, but he suddenly heard a vague roar of dragons coming.

Is it a soft voice?

Pu Zihuang accelerated her pace and ran for a while, suddenly she saw a golden dragon hovering in the air.

The golden dragon occupied half of the sky, but it just floated quietly.

In front of the dragon, a white figure sat cross-legged.

Compared with the dragon, the figure was like a grass under a towering tree.

This was the first time Pu Zihuang saw a golden dragon, and she was also shocked.

He walked slowly over.

Although the dragon is amazing, it has no attack power.

As soon as he approached, Pu Zihuang realized that it was not a real golden dragon, but just a afterimage.

How could there be a afterimage of the golden dragon in Yuqing's formation?

Pu Zihuang was puzzled and turned her eyes to Ruan Ling, who was sitting not far away.

She seems to be entering into meditation.

Pu Zihuang thought about it and decided not to disturb her.

Maybe, this is her chance.

He simply found a place to sit down and closed his eyes to rest.

I don’t know how long it took, but a slightly surprised voice came from my ears: Zi Huangjun?

Pu Zihuang opened her eyes and met a magnified beautiful face.

Ruan Ling squatted in front of him and looked at him in surprise.

Are you awake? Pu Zihuang stood up.

I didn't fall asleep either. Ruan Ling also stood up straight.

Pu Zihuang swept around, and the surroundings were empty, and the afterimage of the golden dragon was gone.

That was just now?

Did you see it? Ruan Ling's expression was calm. It was a remnant soul left by the seniors of the Dragon Clan, which has now completely disappeared.

Is that the legendary golden dragon?

Yes. Ruan Ling nodded.

Pu Zihuang took a deep breath.

The golden dragon is different from other dragon clans.

Such as the White Dragon in the East China Sea, the Qinglong in the North China Sea, and the Zhulong clan where Ruan Ling is located.

They are all inherited from blood.
Chapter completed!