Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 407 The Stranger

While Hualong Jue was rapidly devouring all the auras of heaven and earth within a hundred miles, it was also consuming the souls of Li Yunsheng and Ao Ji at a speed almost visible to the naked eye.

Because of Li Yunsheng's blessing from Feilai Peak, the consumption speed of his soul power could barely maintain a balance. However, as the speed of refining the Dragon Painting became faster and faster, this balance was gradually broken, and Li Yunsheng's own soul began to be controlled. Bit by bit.

But this is still within the range he can bear, but the situation of Ao Ji is not so optimistic.

Although it is Li Yunsheng who is controlling Ao Ji's body at this moment, Hualong Jue treats the consumption of soul equally, and does not let Ao Ji who is also in it be spared.

Ao Ji, who had suffered two damages to his soul, faced the almost plundering consumption of his soul by Hualong Jue, and it was obvious that he had started to be injured at the root of his soul again.

This kind of damage to the root of the soul is basically irreparable, and if it continues to be consumed like this, Ao Ji's end will be that his soul will be scattered.

"Leave me alone and carry on."

As if guessing what Li Yunsheng was thinking, Ao Jihun said indifferently.

"Happy, so happy! Father, have you seen it? Your son Ao Ji can finally give birth to the most perfect Thunderbolt!"

"No! You can definitely see that my Dragon Clan's Thunder Blade, only my Dragon Clan's Thunder Blade, can penetrate the barriers of the ten states like the bright moon hanging above the head, and spread the brilliance of thunder all over the ten states !"

Ao Ji shouted in his soul almost crazily.

"That's why you cast Thunder Blade even if your soul flies away."

Although Ao Ji looked a little crazy, Li Yunsheng really felt his determination.

Ao Ji is like a wanderer wandering in a foreign land. He knows that his time is approaching, so he wants to use this thunderbolt to inform his old friends thousands of miles away, telling them that he is leaving, but he is definitely not leaving in despair, but He left with the highest glory of the Dragon Clan.

"Then I'm welcome."

After Li Yunsheng finished speaking, he put away all distracting thoughts and put all his soul into it. The Dragon Painting Art, which was running at high speed, suddenly accelerated again.

"Thunderbolt? It's too late!"

The huge evil ghost on the ground formed by the condensed black water of the Yellow Spring finally stood up straight.

Looking at the first streaks of pure white thunder that kept appearing in the night sky above her head, she snorted coldly.

After she finished speaking, she raised the Rakshasa spear in her hand and leaned back, the ghost energy surging in the Hundred Ghosts of Huangquan formation suddenly condensed towards the Rakshasa spear in her hand.

In an instant, the Rakshaspear, which was originally no more than ten feet long, condensed into a giant spear that was more than ten feet long, exuding a ghostly aura.

Hearing a "boom", the "villain" kicked on the ground suddenly, and a huge wave of ghostly aura rose behind him.

And the ghostly Rakshasa spear in his hand flew out in response, like a black streamer shooting straight at Ao Ji's dragon body.

At this time, Ao Ji and Li Yunsheng's Thunderbolt hadn't formed yet, and although the extremely huge aura of heaven and earth was swallowed by the giant dragon, it had not yet had time to refine it all.

"Go ahead, leave it to me!"

Ao Ji signaled Li Yunsheng not to be distracted.

Almost at the same time that the ghost king of Xiyu threw the Rakshasa spear, a milky white demon pill with layers of halos flew out from the dragon's head, forming a white light curtain in front of Ao Ji.

Seeing that the Rakshasa spear was about to pierce through the dragon's head, it was blocked by the hazy white light curtain.

Although Ao Ji gave up control over his body, it doesn't mean he can't use his abilities at all.

It's just that this dragon ball is where he has cultivated his whole life. It can be said that it is broken by the dragon. It is not that no dragon clan is willing to use its own dragon ball to defend against the enemy at such a critical moment.

However, the ferocity of the Rakshaspear is far beyond Ao Ji's imagination. Although the light curtain condensed by his dragon ball blocked the blow, the Rakshaspear was not directly blocked, but shot through the protection of the dragon bead. Firmly nailed to the light curtain, the dawson-cold ghostly air penetrated through the crack and began to corrode the dragon ball bit by bit. Ao Ji could even see a trace of black air seeping into his own dragon ball.

"Even the natal dragon balls have been taken out, is the son of the majestic dragon emperor at the end of his rope?"

The Ghost King of West Prison on the ground snorted coldly.

Immediately, another Rakshasa Spear was condensed into shape in her hand.With the sound of "boom", the Rakshasa spear was thrown out again by the ghost king of Xiyu, and a black spear was inserted into the condensed protective light curtain of Dragon Ball again, and the halo around Dragon Ball was very obvious. Much dimmer.

Immediately afterwards, Rakshasa spears were thrown from the hands of the Ghost King of Xiyu without any gaps. With the sound of bang bang bang, the halo of the dragon ball dimmed little by little.

"break!"

With the loud shout of the Ghost King of West Prison, the Rakshasa spear that flew out of her hand pierced the light curtain of the Dragon Ball, and the halo around the Dragon Ball completely dimmed and fell to the ground. The dozens of Rakshasa spears suddenly seemed to run wild, and more than a dozen black streamers pierced Ao Ji's body through the clouds and fog under the moonlight.

"That's it... is it over?"

Feeling that the power of his soul is dissipating little by little, Ao Ji's heart is full of regrets, because he has not seen the thunderbolt after all.

And just when he was tired and wanted to close his eyes slowly, a dazzling brilliance above his head woke him up.

Immediately afterwards, the chanting of dragon language resounded through the heaven and earth.

Thunderbolts, as white as the moonlight, tore through the thick clouds and appeared over the North Sea. Unlike the lightning that flashed away, the power of the thunderbolts was more like rainlines falling from the sky. They seemed to be slow In fact, it fell rapidly.

The strong ghostly aura that originally shrouded the ground was instantly wiped out after encountering the power of thunder, without leaving a trace.

Part of the thunder fell like rain, but most of the thunder condensed little by little. They hung in the sky like sharp knives with indefinite shapes.

Among them, there is a thunder blade that is bigger than all the others. Most of its figure is covered by lightning and black clouds, but it can still be seen that it is absorbing the power of thunder around it like a whirlpool.

Undoubtedly, this is the most beautiful Thunder Blade of the dragon clan that Ao Ji is currently talking about. Its brilliance is whiter than the bright moon, and the holy and majestic aura emanating from its body is enough to deter all evil things in the world.

"I will."

Seeing his own Thunder Blade gradually emerging from the thunder cloud, Ao Ji suddenly laughed wildly.

On the contrary, the Ghost King of West Prison, from the beginning to the end, she did not believe that Ao Ji at this moment had the ability to use the Thunder Blade, but it must be known that this ability was only possessed by the Dragon Kings of the past dynasties.

But what she didn't expect was that Ao Ji not only used the Thunder Blade, but also condensed the real Thunder Blade.

(End of this chapter)