This Huanglong is a bit stable

Chapter 35
Huanglong withdrew his Fayan.

The demon god Bi Fang did not act rashly, but watched the scene that emerged in the cave with great interest, recalling that a dead star in the starry sky suddenly turned into a living being.

There is also a young Chilong Xingjun.

It is indeed a bit dreamy.

In the long years, in the vast galaxy, it is not uncommon for old trees to germinate, but after all, it is rare, the probability is too low, almost none, and the stars set by Huanglong.

Too much in line with his way.

The white crane flies into the sky, and the yellow dragon lands in Erxian Mountain, Magu Cave.

Seeing that there was no alarm at the restriction of the gate, the hanging heart gradually fell silent. The long years are always so worthless, Huanglong has been flying for 800 years.

After returning to the cave again.

After lighting the three incense sticks and bowing devoutly to the portrait of Yuanshi Tianzun, he sat on the futon. On the one hand, he wanted to repay his safety and safety!
On the one hand, I am also grateful to Yuanshi Tianzun, whose backing is too stable.However, any other person, such as Zhen Yuanzi and other top supernatural powers, may not be able to save Huanglong's life.

Without him?

Only strength!

With a slight movement of the finger, a stream of magic power poured into the spring water under his feet, flowers in the mirror, moon in the water, the ripples dissipated, and a phantom appeared.It was the demon god Bifang who was really cunning.

Those who have cultivated into Da Luo have a meticulous mind and will naturally not act rashly.

Reflection whirling.

A series of chains emanated from Bi Fang's chest, winding towards Chilong Xingjun.

Huang Long showed a smile. After 800 years, the demon god Bi Fang finally took the bait, and the account between them should be written off. Huang Long looked at the chains wrapped around the demon god Bi Fang.

Rust and resentful blood are intertwined with each other, and you can faintly see the face revealed on the iron chain. There are people, demons, and witches. It really is not an orthodox star king.

It's just the fate of Xingjun who has transformed from a demon god by stealing Xingjun's power.

"I still want to repeat the old trick."

After Huanglong saw it through Shuiyue, he showed a smile.

Xingjun was conceived by the heaven and the earth, without fault, how can he be easily deprived of his life, and those who are not great virtues cannot be stolen, and those who have to practice step by step and conform to the heaven and earth, how can they become successful.

Soon.

Huanglong seemed to have heard the sound of chewing, and carefully observed the moon in the mirror with his eyesight, only to find that the iron rope was stained with blood.

"A sin."

Huanglong's face is pitiful. In the prehistoric world, the demon clan uses the soul of the human race to refine the witch-slaying sword. In Huanglong's view, it may be false. The Nuwa saint is honored by the human race as the Holy Mother. Sanqing preached the prehistoric era before he can become a saint. Xuandu As a disciple of the Taiqing sage, he was born in the human race, and he dared to obey the law, but now it seems that it is true in all likelihood.

Don't blame the people in the future for hunting monsters as their cultivation. On the one hand, there are memories of scars engraved in their bones, killing monsters and refining alchemy, drinking and pecking.

It's not God's will.

The catastrophe of heaven and earth, ignorance of the upper body and heavenly mind, cultivating merits and virtues, and killing evil in vain, although covered by the luck of the gods, will eventually shake the sky with ants.

Huanglong watched Bi Fang tighten the iron lock, Chilong Xingjun had no room to resist at all, bubbling and bubbling, seas of blood infiltrating the magma, Bi Fang was about to swallow the entire cave of heaven and earth into his stomach.

It is also in line with Huanglong's wishes.

But the methods are fierce, and the plundering is accompanied by killing.

The magma erupted, and the red dragon howled!
Bi Fang opened his mouth wide, let out a loud cry, and there was a faint wail all over the place.

Huanglong stretched out his hand and pointed, and the moon in the well was like glass. In an instant, cracks burst out, and in the cave, Huanglong's hidden hands activated, imitating the formation formed by Wujixinghuangqi.

At this moment, it suddenly started.

Trapping Bi Fang in the Paradise of the Cave, one after another star fragments exploded in an instant, the power of the star explosion accumulated at one point, and in an instant, Huang Long saw the galaxy shaking.

Ripples shifted the position of the nearby stars. Bi Fang in the middle of the explosion, spitting blood, with a face of horror, looked at the starry sky above his head, panting heavily, and the red dragon he swallowed into his abdomen, because it was a yellow dragon A divine thought, along with Huanglong's finger pinch.

It exploded again in Bi Fang Yaoshen's body.

In the sea of ​​blood that filled the sky, Bi Fang's voice gradually disappeared into nothingness.

clang.
As the bell rang.

The sky full of stars seems to be frozen.

Dong Huang Tai held the Dong Huang Bell to tear the space with one hand, floating in the position where Bi Fang was just now, with a gloomy expression.

"Who is plotting against my demon god?"

Above the starry sky, a majestic voice resounded through the sky, extremely domineering, as if he was the master of the starry sky, his eyes widened angrily, and he held Bi Fang's only remaining head in the palm of his hand.

Huanglong was a little creepy.

Is the vitality of a monk in the Daluo realm so tenacious?

He has already rubbed the nuclear bomb with his hands, concentrated all his mana to explode at one point, and even blew himself up an Houtian Lingbao. Why is there still a chance of life? When the ancestor Hongyun blew himself up.

But many people were buried with him.

Why is there still an error when it comes to him.

Huang Long was in a very bad mood, the dust whisk in his hand moved slightly, stirring up the water splashes, and dissipating the traces of supernatural powers.

However, the glance before he left still made Huanglong's heart jump wildly, and his long-time peaceful mind stirred up waves again. Donghuang Taiyi must have found his trace.

In the midst of the water moon, there was an earth-shattering roar.

"The prehistoric world is so big, this seat is as poor as my shoulders and fell to the underworld. Have you found your trace?"

Yuanshi Tianzun who was far away on the Kunlun Mountain, his face was slightly wrinkled, and the Pangu flag in his hand was stirring up the wind and clouds, covering up the secrets, keeping Huanglong's message secret, and the warning in Huanglong's heart gradually dissipated.

The incense burned out.

Huang Long looked up from his vigilance, looked at the portrait of Yuanshi Tianzun, and showed a wry smile.

Respectful kneeling portrait.

Thighs are thick.

Even if Donghuang Taiyi, a strong man in the quasi-sage realm, can see the secrets of heaven, observe palm prints, and trace time and space, but in front of Yuanshi Tianzun, he is still a child.

above the stars.

Donghuang Taiyi looked at Bi Fang, one of the 28 mansions, and his vitality completely dissipated. The star array that Shenting wanted to arrange was missing one eye, and he wanted to find a big Luo demon god.

Not easy.

The Heavenly Court itself is weak, the Demon Emperor Di Jun is still in seclusion, the Star Dou Great Array is not fully arranged, and he will still be crushed by the ancestor witch in the future, how can he not be angry.

A click.

Huang Long heard a wail from above the sky, and could faintly hear a sentence.

"Miscellaneous-haired bird, what are you yelling about, disturbing your grandpa's sound sleep, I will pluck your hair and grill you today." The irritable ancestor Wu Zhurong led six siblings to fight Dong Huangtai in the starry sky.

Huanglong walked out of the cave.

Looking at the fireworks in the starry sky.

Do you suddenly feel that the Wu people are still very cute?

Who said that Zuwu has no brains, the timing is just right for this ability to see through stitches, not only to find out the truth, but also to teach Donghuang a lesson.

Get off his face.

Why not do it.

(End of this chapter)