As soon as Xue Yan and Ao Jiaojiao and Xiaozhu entered the Dragon Palace, they felt a gloomy cloud.

Rows of shrimp, soldiers and crab generals, one by one, fell to the ground, with wounds all over their bodies, and blood kept coming out.

Even the dragon son Aotian had broken armor and a three-pointed knife and halberd was inserted into his chest.

The old Dragon King sat on the dragon throne and sighed. When he saw Xue Yan and Long Nu coming in, he just raised his eyelids slightly.

"It's good that you're fine, so I can save you from worrying."

Xue Yan frowned. This was not good. The Dragon King seemed to have accepted his fate in his tone.

"Dare you ask what the Dragon King has to do?"

"What are the plans you can do? Just wait for death."

The old dragon king patted the dragon throne, with endless sadness in his eyes. At this moment, he was really at the end of his life.

Xue Yan was saying something, and the dragon girl on one side took a quicker step and said sadly to the old dragon king: "Father, don't give up. Xue Yan's sister's husband is coming soon. I'll hold on for a while, okay?"

"Hmph, you're just a coward, you're still counting on him."

Aotian covered his wound and glanced at Long Nu with disdain. This sister he always looked down upon. Sure enough, she is still so naive.

Xue Yan was angry but didn't say anything. Instead, she turned to Xiaoqing on her shoulder and asked in a low voice: "When is my husband here?"

"The master is already on the road, but according to my eyes, there is no need to save this group of people. He will take advantage of the melee to rob their treasure house directly."

Xue Yan was stunned and felt that what Xiaoqing said made sense. It was better to take advantage of the situation than to take advantage of the situation. However, Xiao Chen could not agree.

Thinking of this, Xue Yan shook her head: "You must know your master's personality and you will never do such a thing."

"All right."

Xiaoqing shook her crystal-like wings and made a helpless expression, but Xue Yan could no longer see it because she was completely attracted by the shouts of killing outside the door.

Not only Xue Yan, but also Lao Longwang and others heard it, and at this moment, they all felt despair in their hearts.

"Finally come, hey!"

The old Dragon King slapped the dragon throne and sat on it. His originally shiny face instantly became dry and he grew older for thousands of years.

After a while, the gate of the Dragon Palace shattered with a slam, and countless shrimp soldiers and crab generals rushed in. The person in charge was Jin Ling, the lord of the Golden Sands Holy Mansion, Aoba, the Dragon King of Panlong Palace, and Wu Yang, the lord of the Tiansheng Temple. "Aosheng, you have reached the end of your life. Sold twelve Dinghai Divine Pearls and then give up Bibotan. You can spare you forever."

Aoba was wearing a dragon robe and had a ferocious face. His green dragon eyes were full of bloodthirsty desires. He was looking at Aotian coldly.

"Hmph, Aoba, you are also my Dragon Clan, why do you help these monks?"

Aotian rushed out, holding the Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand, and angrily scolded Aoba with unparalleled aura.

Aoba sneered: "What a fool. We are all for the twelve Dinghai Shenzhu. There is no question of who can help anyone."

"Okay, Brother Aoba, why bother talking to this trash? Let's kill them all."

Among the three, the young man dressed as a scholar, shook the folding fan on his own. He didn't even look at Aotian at the right eye. Instead, he kept sweeping back and forth on Xue Yan's body, Aotian was just a fairy, and it was worth a look at me in Wuyang? However, this woman not only has the beauty of a fairy, but also has the natural beauty of a fairy. Although she is a fairy in her cultivation, she only has the combat power of a golden immortal. It's really not easy. I just don't have a Taoist partner.

"What are you looking at, bitch!"

Wu Yang was stunned. No one dared to speak to him like this for thousands of years. The woman in front of him actually called him a bitch, a bitch!

"You, do you know what you are talking about?"

"Why, can't you say you bitch? You're a scumbag."

Xue Yan looked at Wu Yang in disgust and shook her hand, as if she wanted to shake off the disgust that was stuck to her hands.

Everyone was stunned, and then their faces turned red. They wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. Wu Yang was also stunned. As the Daluo Golden Immortal, he was romantic and elegant, with a dignified appearance. He was even the master of the Tiansheng Temple and was actually called a skinny dog.

"Okay, you slut, I wanted to accept you as a concubine, but now it seems that you are not qualified because you are going to die."

Wu Yang slapped the folding fan and swept out rows of ice blades, directly exploding the sea water, and stabbed Xue Yan with a domineering and mighty force.

A large amount of sea water was crushed into ice slag, and the sound of thousands of horses almost knocked Xue Yan out of sight. Looking at the rows of ice blades that were pouring in endlessly like waves, Xue Yan's face turned completely pale.

"My life is over!"

Xue Yan was completely desperate, her pretty eyes slowly closed, and in the last moment, the gentleness of her and Xiao Chen on the lake flashed deep in her eyes.

"Husband, goodbye..."

"boom!"

The imagined broken bones did not appear, but instead a great shock that resounded through the world.

Xue Yan slowly opened her eyes, and the familiar figure was suddenly blocking her face like a mountain.

Thousands of ice blades were crushed by Xiao Chen's golden hand.

"Husband, you!" "Yan'er, don't be surprised, just leave these little shrimps to me."

Xiao Chen turned around and gave Xue Yan a comforting look, then looked at Wu Yang with a solemn look.

Fortunately, I came in time, otherwise it would be that the heavens and man would be separated forever. Thinking of this, Xiao Chen became even more angry.

"I heard that you, a mangy dog, want to kill my wife?"

"Ha, so what? But a mere celestial immortal dares to threaten me..."

Before Wu Yang could say a word, a black bead escaped from nothingness and smashed his forehead.

"Hmph, I've really taken the courage of the saint."

Wu Yang raised the folding fan in his hand disdainfully, swept it gently, and walked around the mountains and blocked his head.

Xiao Chen laughed to the sky and then roared wildly: "The fire flows thousands of feet, destroying the flames of the world."

The soul-summoning beads flying in the air exploded with a bang, and thousands of meteors splashed out, expanding into red fire, pouring wildly towards the continuous mountains.

"Oops!"

Wu Yang's heart arose for a second. When he looked up, he almost fainted. The continuous mountains collapsed into powder under the long red fire. Wu Yang was about to use the mysterious method to resist the oncoming fire.

Suddenly, my eyes became dark, and the endless red fire burst into endless white needle light, like a meteor to the extreme. The momentary light made my eyes sting, and two drops of blood rolled out involuntarily.

"Bang!"

A sound of brain bursting made everyone present shrink their hearts. Ding Qing looked at it and was incredible and swallowed her saliva with difficulty.

But I saw a dark bead of light falling straight on Wu Yang's shattered head. In the blood-red mixed with white juice, the dark ball was so abrupt.

“Woo woo…”

Wu Yang's soul escaped from his dead body, circling back and forth in the air, howling constantly. When he saw his broken body, he screamed even more shrillly. Then he understood that it was not suitable for a long time to stay here, but turned into a black air and fled towards the Heavenly Saint Temple.

Xiao Chen smiled coldly, his feathered clothes became brighter under the reflection of water patterns, and his eyebrows suddenly lit up, and a ball of mysterious light fell directly on Wu Yang's soul...

"A glance is ten thousand years."

A sound of whisper and a whisper made the entire Dragon Palace feel thunderous. At this moment, everyone was frightened and even felt fear.

I saw Wu Yang's soul slowly disappearing thousands of miles away, but instead appeared in its original position.

"Returning time!"

The two masters, Jin Ling, the lord of the Golden Sands Holy Mansion, and the Dragon King Aoba of Panlong Palace, both looked at Xiao Chen like a ghost, and their bodies began to tremble.

What kind of master is this? It is definitely not at the level of a fairy! It’s just that it is hidden well enough.

Xiao Chen tweaked with one hand, and the soul-suming bead turned into a stream of light and directly retracted back to his palm. He shone on Wu Yang's soul and swallowed his eyes directly.

The speed and quickness of his hands and feet made everyone present feel cold.

"This Taoist brother, there is actually no need..."

"Okay, needless to say, it's very simple. You guys retreat now and make a vow to never go against Bibotan again, and be safe and sound."

Xiao Chen held the soul-summoning bead in his hand and interrupted Aoba's words with a calm expression.

Ao Domineering teeth clattered, but there was nothing to do. Although Xiao Chen in front of him had a vague feather dress and no fireworks, how could he hide the sophisticated killing hidden deep in his bones be deceived by an old fox like Aoba?

This boy has accumulated at least a thousand lives in his hands. It can be said that he has come out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood, otherwise he would not have such a demeanor and decisiveness.

"Let's withdraw."

Aoba looked at Xiao Chen with complicated eyes, waved his hand and ordered, and withdrew from Bibotan with a kind of shrimp soldier and crab general.

Jin Ling, the lord of the Golden Sands Holy Mansion, was shocked and waved his hand and shouted: "Brother Dao, Brother Dao!"

Ao Tian didn't look back and disappeared in the Bibo Pond in a blink of an eye. Jin Ling, the lord of the Golden Sands Holy Mansion, looked at Xiao Chen, swallowed his saliva, and followed him closely.

In the blink of an eye, the shrimp soldiers and crab generals who had originally surrounded the Holy Dragon Palace into a copper wall were retreating. Xiao Chen smiled contemptuously: "What an old fox, but it seems like he is planning to plot against me, so he is so tender."

"Husband, what are you talking about?"

Xue Yan looked at Xiao Chen with some confusion, unable to understand what Xiao Chen said.

Xiao Chen stroked Xue Yan's hair intimately: "Baby, you have suffered during this period."

Xue Yan's nose felt sore, and she hugged Xiao Chen's arm tightly: "It's nothing to suffer, but the Tao has done a lot."

Xiao Chen sighed softly, Nine-life Soul-breaking Technique is good, it's too difficult to do, but fortunately, I have prepared a way out.
Chapter completed!