The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 2689 Dragon Condensation
His idea was good, but he didn't expect accidents to follow one after another.

And every accident is a fatal blow to him.

Now there is no longer a steady stream of people entering here.

The opponent's people are all restrained by his side, and no matter how he fights in the next battle, it will not do him any good.

Unless, those who go to the Ling family can succeed.

But what about after you get it?

Is it to prevent the return of the spiritual realm?
But it seems to be meaningless.

Or threaten Leng Wuyou to hand over the tree of order.

Although he was dragged by Jun Moyuan, he should understand.

Those creatures who were able to break free from the soul shackles he set must be the ghost of the tree of order.

But he knew it wasn't realistic.

The tree of order, with its own complete sanity, could not be controlled by him at all.

Today's plan turned out to be nothing.

Even let those creatures break free from his soul shackles.

Not only was the bamboo basket fetching water all in vain, but the opponent countered the game.

But fortunately, he still controls the various land veins, spiritual veins, and dragon veins of the Canglan Continent, as well as the interfaces blocked by him. Those big clans have not yet broken free from the seal, let alone the arrangements for so many years. How could it be possible? There is only such a little means.

Every race has chess pieces that he has laid out, and if it is really a full-scale war, these chess pieces will be his weapon to win.

So he still has the upper hand.

It's just that he wants to control the authority of the world and obtain the origin of the way of heaven, which will take more effort for him than before.

Shen Jiuqi took a deep look at the direction where Leng Wuyou was, and then at Jun Moyuan, knowing that he couldn't stay here any longer, and with a wave of his hand, he was about to lead his people away.

However, Jun Moyuan's natal sword has been unsheathed and has not yet seen blood, so how could he let God Jiuqi leave?

Taking advantage of Shen Jiuqi's confusion at the moment, Jun Moyuan held the long sword tightly in his hand, and a bright red bloody light flashed in his eyes. On the sword body, the lingering, bloody resentment burning like a flame was instantly aroused.

Bloody resentment haunted Jun Moyuan.

Behind him, a blood-colored dragon condensed.

The giant dragon looked up to the sky and let out a deafening roar, which seemed to shake the entire sky.

There are sharp teeth in the dragon's mouth, and the dragon's claws are also glowing with cold light.

That ferocious Longwei crushed his head and face, making people tremble.

Shen Jiuqi's pupils shrank slightly.

The sword in Jun Moyuan's hand, he knew, was condensed from the bloody resentment of thousands of living beings.

And the source of these bloody resentments is the condensed formation of thousands of souls who died that day in order to make up for the rules of the world during the ancient era.

Just like him.

He is the Dao of that day, created to complement the rules of this world.

His origin is unbearable, and his coming is even more unbearable, but he is just a pawn being used by others, so he blames him for hating the way of heaven, so he keeps saying that the way of heaven is unfair.

In addition, he is originally greedy, so it is reasonable for him to overthrow the way of heaven and become the strongest in the world by himself.

This kind of thought flashed through his mind, seemingly slowly, but in fact it was just a thought in the blink of an eye.

But Jun Moyuan already had a long sword in his hand, and he was slashing at him one by one.

Immediately after that sword strike, the giant dragon behind him rose into the air, followed by the sword mark, and rushed towards him at top speed, accompanied by a heaven-shattering dragon cry.

The long sword marks seemed to tear the sky apart, so the giant dragon bowed its head under the sword marks, followed the sword marks, and went straight away.

Shen Jiuqi's heart trembled uncontrollably, and the pain in his left arm spread to the depths of his soul like cutting out his heart.

His fingers were trembling slightly, but in fact his left arm didn't hurt at all, the wound had already healed, everything was just affected by his psychology.

It was this sword back then that almost tore him apart.

(End of this chapter)