My Journey to the West on the Heavenly Road

Chapter 177 Dragon Ball
When the little mirage dragon was about to swallow the clouds and spit out rain to extinguish the ridiculous flames, the sea of ​​fire was catalyzed into magma
Immediately, he was overwhelmed, summoned clouds and mist to protect his body, and desperately escaped from the swallowing of the magma.

However, just as he rushed out of the magma in embarrassment, when he looked up, he saw a knight who looked like a god and a demon, leaping out of the moonlight, and a three-headed water fork overflowing with cold light, descending from the sky.

At this moment, the slender Molong seemed to be a fish jumping ashore, and was skillfully restrained by the fisherman with a harpoon.

The little mirage dragon only had time to close his eyes to protect his eyeballs, a sharp pain pierced his forehead straight into his heart, the pain was so painful that his heart stopped for a moment.

Seeing the water-dividing fork, only the black fork pole was left in the hand of the Qilin incarnation, but the fork tip was missing.

The missing fork tip was plunging deeply into the dragon's head.

"Ahhh-"

The shrill howling shook the area for several miles, the clouds rolled and the moon was startled, the birds and beasts scattered, the incense of the gods in the temple trembled, and the people and horses in the distance were clamoring and panicking.

Puff puff puff, the scarlet dragon's blood followed the head of the little mirage dragon, puff puff sprinkled, fell into the magma, sizzled, and sprinkled on the ground, causing countless insects and ants to rush.

The qilin incarnation and Wuqian were thrown up and down by the mad Molong, even if Wuqian tried his best to step on the clouds, he couldn't control it.

Seeing that they were about to be thrown out, the Qilin incarnation suddenly shouted: "I want to use the Qilin array!"

The incarnation of the tortoise and the incarnation of the ghost pill flew towards the incarnation of Qilin in response to the sound, and merged into one body without a sound, turning into Jiang Yuan in a ochre-yellow robe, and Fang Ding reappeared on top of Jiang Yuan's head.

"Kirin Formation!"

Jiang Yuan lost his mind, and then let out a roar, the streamer in Fang Ding turned around, and unfolded the unicorn formation surrounded by auspicious aura.

Booming, like a rushing river surging in the body, engulfed with innate vitality, Qilin Pill, evolved into a vast sea-like force along the Great Sage's martial arts.

The light in Jiang Yuan's pupils soared, and the water splitting fork poured into his hand with surging force, and the mount under him also struggled to cooperate.

"Get down!"

"Ugh!"

As the master and servant roared in unison, the frantically swinging dragon head seemed to have been slammed down by a heavy hammer, and suddenly fell downward.

"Pfft!"

The water-dividing fork sank three points into the dragon's head again, the dragon's scales collapsed and splashed, the dragon's blood surged, and the evil dragon howled in pain.

Under the moonlight, a long and slender black dragon was pressed down on its head and smashed straight to the ground.

There was a bang, the earth trembled, and even the temple, which was protected by the incense shroud, shook for a while.

General Wei Yang didn't care about his temple at all, and only stared at the falling dragon's body.

When the dragon shadow crossed the temple, the god jumped up without even thinking about it, and chased after the falling dragon.

All the minds of this majestic general god have been drawn by this terrifying battle, and he doesn't want to miss a single bit!
"Dragon, as I said, I want your blood to splatter on the spot!"

General Wei Yang flew over the roof of the temple, and saw Jiang Yuan covered in scarlet dragon blood, with a ferocious face, and the veins on the arm holding the water diversion fork were exposed.

"Roar!"

The huge dragon's head was pressed into a big pit, and screams kept coming out of the pit. The slender dragon's tail frantically swung and twitched outside the pit, and the dragon's claws scratched one mark after another on the ground.

When Jiang Yuan finished speaking, the dragon's tail rolled up abruptly, pulling towards Jiang Yuan.

"Pfft!"

Jiang Yuan's eyes turned cold, and with force in his hands, the water diversion fork pierced a few more points into the faucet.

The little mirage dragon howled in pain, its tail just curled up, twitching and falling weakly.

"Evil thief, I will fight for you!"

The monstrous hatred rose from the little mirage dragon, and after the heart-piercing roar, the little mirage dragon straightened its head with all its strength.

The water diversion fork therefore went a little deeper again, leaving only half of the fork shaft outside.

The deepest fork tip almost pierced the brain, the fear of death was mixed with the sharp pain, the little mirage dragon trembled all over, almost fainting.

But at the same time that hatred overwhelmed reason, it also completely aroused the fierceness of the little mirage dragon, making it bear the pain, raise its head little by little, and grinned its mouth open.

"Want to use mirage? Dream!"

Jiang Yuan roared angrily, Wuqian knew what his master wanted, and immediately raised his hoof high and smashed it down hard.

Bang, the little mirage dragon was stunned by the smash, however, he had completed his plan, and saw a bead the size of a baby's fist floating out from the gap in the corner of his mouth.

"Dragon Ball?"

Jiang Yuan yelled that it was not good, and he didn't care about the water diversion fork. He shot five thousand and fled away on the clouds.

The dragon ball is the root of a dragon. Although it contains the dragon's mana, it is also fragile. Once damaged, it will hurt the root.

The little mirage dragon spat out the dragon ball, which meant that he was going to do his best!
The battle of trapped beasts is the most dangerous. Jiang Yuan already has the victory in his hands, so he doesn't need to take any more risks, so he simply avoided it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Jiang Yuan escaped, the little mirage dragon suddenly jumped up from the ground, grabbed the dragon ball in one bite, covered his head with blood, did not pull the water fork, tried his best to summon the cloud, turned his head and fled.

"Where are you going!"

With this evil dragon and the arrogance of the Jinghe Dragon Mansion, Jiang Yuan beat him to such a miserable state that he was basically immortal. In this case, he should get rid of a big enemy ahead of time.

Therefore, Jiang Yuan was determined to kill the little mirage dragon.

Seeing the black dragon running away, he immediately rode five thousand horses and stepped on the clouds to chase after him.

Now Jiang Yuan has become a ghost fairy, his body is pure and spirited, Wuqian carried him like a white cloud, effortlessly.

And the little mirage dragon was seriously injured, the water fork pierced into his forehead, with his movements, would occasionally scrape his brains, making him tremble all over, his eyes turned black, and his consciousness sank.

One rises and the other disappears, even though the little mirage dragon took the lead and fled first, Wuqian soon caught up.

"Roar!"

The little mirage dragon was full of anger, desperately trying to stop the strong fainting feeling, turned his head and grinned, and sprayed out a cloud of mirage to stop Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan was trapped by mirage the day before yesterday. Firstly, his cultivation base was insufficient, and secondly, the little mirage dragon was playing tricks. Jiang Yuan was not prepared.

At this time, the little mirage dragon was at the end of its battle, and Jiang Yuan had already prepared for it, so the mirage did not cause any trouble at all.

Wuqian dodged to the side, dodged the mirage, gritted his teeth and sped up, getting closer to the little mirage dragon.

"The dragon must die!"

Jiang Yuan lifted the Cold Spring Sword with his hands, and waved the sword light, leaving bloodstains on the dragon's tail.

All of a sudden, the moist sea breeze passed by, and it reached the sea.

The little mirage dragon was overjoyed, and plunged into the sea, shouting: "Dragon King, save me!"

He wanted to rush into the sea and call for the Dragon King of the East China Sea.

"Don't think about it!"

How could Jiang Yuan let him get his wish? With one hand holding the sword and the other hand, he pulled out the tendon of the dragon from the casket, and swung it towards Molong in front of him.

Seeing that the little mirage was about to plunge into the sea, he suddenly felt his body tense up. He looked down and saw a blue-golden silk sash wrapped around his body.

With Wuqian's cooperation, Jiang Yuan mustered up his strength and pulled hard, the little mirage dragon paused in the air, the sea water was several feet below him, but it was like the ends of the world.

At the same time, Jiang Yuan raised the Cold Spring Sword with the other hand, aimed at Mo Long's neck and slashed fiercely.

Dang, the broken crimson mane fluttered, and a few scales fell off, revealing soft flesh and blood.

Jiang Yuan swung his sword again, piercing the exposed flesh and blood.

"Ow!"

When the crisis of life and death came, the little mirage dragon desperately spit out the dragon ball again with a grin.

The dragon ball rose against the wind and turned into a cloud of mirage, engulfing Jiang Yuan, his mount, and the little mirage dragon together.

The battle was fierce just a second ago, and the sea, where life and death were turbulent, became silent in an instant, leaving only a cloud of surging mirage drifting away with the sea wind.

As soon as this cloud of mirage floated on the sea, it lasted for seven days. During this period, it sometimes turned into a storm, and sometimes showed high-rise buildings, which was treacherous and changeable.

Until the eighth day, the mirage drifted to an island in the demon mansion, and dissipated with the wind.

Then, Jiang Yuan rode his mount, holding a dragon ball in one hand and a dragon corpse in the other, and stepped out.

(End of this chapter)