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Chapter 567: The Jade Horned Dragon Killed in the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons

rustling—

The sudden appearance of several figures caused the entire Wanxiang Pavilion to fall into silence.

Liu Shiqian and Elder Chi Yang stood there in silence. Even though they tried their best to hide their inner surprise, their pupils still shrank instinctively.

In fact, the two of them were not able to see through the existence of those shrouded in dark gold robes, and knew how strong they were or how high their realm was.

But judging from the momentum, it seemed as if only a few of them had surrounded the Dragon Palace!
"Old Liu, who are these people?" Elder Chi Yang swallowed his saliva and couldn't help but ask through the Taoist card.

Liu Shiqian slowly closed his eyes, took a long breath, and confessed: "I don't know."

To be honest, apart from having one more precious piece of land than Chi Yang, he knew very little about Wanxiang Pavilion.

But such a scene was really beyond the scope of what they could get involved in, even though he had already entered the early stage of the Earth Realm.

In any case, since Sect Master Shen trusted me to come, he would not harm me.

"..."

Many water monsters in the Dragon Palace are confused about the current situation.

They followed the Fourth Prince on his tours, and no matter where they went, no matter how powerful the other party was, whether it was an immortal sect or a demon clan, they were all polite and fawning to them.

However, today it seems like I have run into a tough guy, and it seems a bit prickly.

The two trusted demons brought by Qi Zhaoping had increasingly strange expressions on their faces, and they felt that the scene before them was somewhat similar to the last time they came here.

They couldn't help but complain in their hearts.

Could it be that since you helped repair the floor tiles when I left last time, you have to help repair the sect protection formation when I leave today?

Originally it was just a complaint, but the next moment, the words that rang in his ears made the strange expressions on the faces of the two trusted big demons instantly intensify several times.

"Let's talk."

Qi Zhaoyang casually put away his sword, as if nothing had happened, and did not mention anything about entering the Wanxiang Pavilion.

As the Fourth Prince of the West Dragon Palace, with a cultivation base comparable to that of the Heavenly Realm, he can handle 99% of the affairs in Xihong at will, but this definitely does not include another Heavenly Realm powerhouse... or even two of them.

"what?"

Qi Zhaoping was still pointing at Ke Shisan, but when he heard these words, he froze for a moment and his whole face fell.

When he came out, he said he wanted to teach these people some rules, but when he got there, he really just talked about it?

He clenched his palms in frustration, retracted his fingertips, and then dropped his right arm unwillingly.

How could Qi Zhaoping dare to say anything when even his fourth brother found the problem difficult to deal with?

Obviously, there was something wrong with his inference. The strength of this so-called Palace of Ten Thousand Demons was probably beyond his imagination.

"call……"

Chi Yang breathed a sigh of relief, then looked forward curiously.

For some reason, I always feel like my back has become much straighter.

Being able to force a celestial dragon demon to bow his head, and being the prince of the West Dragon Palace, although it has nothing to do with me, it is really thrilling to be able to experience it in person.

Unfortunately, if it weren’t for the immortal incident, the Seven Sons of Nanhong would probably have been able to bully the Nanlong Palace in the same way.

I have to persuade Lao Liu to go back to Nanhong with me after this matter is settled.

Although the Hedao treasure land is attractive, these thief dragons are not easy to deal with. After losing so much face today, there is no guarantee that they will not bring up the past in the future.

At this moment, Elder Chi Yang noticed that Liu Shiqian's back trembled.

"Your Highness has just arrived, and my West Palace has not yet held a banquet to welcome you. When the Palace Masters are free, I will definitely hold a banquet. If your Lordships are willing to come forward, I can even invite my father to the banquet, and we can sit down and talk about the affairs of Xihong."

Qi Zhaoyang remained calm and composed, without any trace of embarrassment on his face.

He was able to extricate himself from the fight for the throne and sit peacefully in the prince's palace. He does have this kind of character.

As the saying goes, don’t hit the smiling person.

They are all powerful people who have entered the heavenly realm. It is not easy for them to practice, so they cherish their lives even more and will not fight for life and death easily.

If the Ten Thousand Demons Palace really had enough confidence, why wouldn't they dare to sit down and talk face to face? It's just a matter of territory and resources, which can all be discussed. There's no need to lose face.

"Talk?"

Wu Jun lowered his head and picked at his nails. Suddenly, a harsh laugh came from under his dark gold robe: "Ha."

It casually flicked out a ball of non-existent mud, raised its head, and said in a hoarse voice: "Your father, that old bug, is worthy of sharing a feast with my Lord. Is there water in your brain?"

Before he finished speaking, all the monsters present turned pale and were horrified.

They simply could not understand how anyone in this land of water in Xihong could dare to speak so arrogantly to the old Dragon King.

What exactly is the identity of the master the other party is referring to?

Could it be that the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons was cultivated by the Great Immortal Hongze? Otherwise, how could they be so arrogant to such an incomprehensible degree?

Elder Chi Yang also understood the reason for Liu Shiqian's slight tremor. The other party was already mobilizing the aura of the Hedao treasure land and was ready to take action.

"..."

Qi Zhaoyang never expected to receive such a response, and his whole face twitched for a moment.

Even with his character, he was still provoked to the point of anger by such undisguised contempt.

However, he was not given a chance to react.

The plump figure suddenly stepped on the chariot, and the whole chariot exploded instantly, causing Qi Zhaoping to fall downwards unexpectedly. He only had time to reach out and grab the reins of the dragon.

"Roar!"

Under the terrifying force, the huge black-backed dragon was pulled down while wailing, and the corners of its mouth were torn apart.

In an instant, Qi Zhaoping turned into a slender silver dragon with jade horns. He glanced upwards hastily and saw the "dwarf" he had mentioned before, and Yu Lan who was looking down at him.

Just from this brief contact, he had already sensed something was wrong. Before he could even scream, his body was shaking as he tried to pull himself away.

The huge silver dragon rolled over, causing the mountains to collapse and the earth to crack, smashing two high cliffs, and then flew straight towards the water.

At the same time, Yu Lan suddenly reached out her hand.

The white jade arms instantly turned into sharp claws that covered the sky and the sun, and reached out to grab below!

The jade-horned silver dragon glanced upwards in horror, and saw its sharp claws like hooks, covered with fine scales that glowed red, covering it like a dragnet, almost covering the entire mountain range around the Wanxiang Pavilion.

There was a surging but invisible flame rising in the meantime, which seemed to turn the place into a sea of ​​fire.

Under the cover of a huge shadow.

Qi Zhaoping felt hot all over, as if he was about to be steamed dry. He suddenly raised the jade horn, trying to tear the net apart, and at the same time burst out a shrill voice: "Fourth brother, save me!"

click-

The sharp claws quickly changed to a size that was just enough to grab the dragon's head. Under the cold claw hook, the jade horn that the silver dragon clan was most proud of was shattered like glass.

The tip of the claw pierced into Qi Zhaoping's head and pulled him into the air.

The huge dragon body struggled frantically, dispersing the sea of ​​clouds in the sky, but it was as helpless as a loach that had been caught by someone.

The scarlet dragon blood quickly overflowed from the head, staining the beautiful silver scales, and gleaming brightly under the sky.

Click!Click!Click!
Finally, the ferocious dragon head's eyes widened, and then it was crushed to pieces!
As the scarlet blood rain fell, a dragon son of noble status fell in such a ridiculous way between the West Flood land.

Everyone was stunned at the strong smell. Qi Zhaoyang, who had already reacted when Yu Lan made her move, was now staring straight ahead.

He drew his sword and slashed, but the blade never fell.

Just because there was a delicate little hand that casually grasped the sword, the long sword that could split mountains and seas did not cause that hand to bleed.

Even the death of his own brother could not distract Qi Zhaoyang.

After just one encounter, he realized how dangerous the situation was!
The two looked at each other quietly.

The waters beneath him became increasingly restless, with rolling waves, covering the entire sky with water waves, turning it into a dark and gloomy place.

When this terrifying wave falls, it can even completely submerge all the land around Wanxiang Pavilion.

Thunder flashed in the waves, and a violent roar broke out.

But An Yi only had eyes for the sword.

She clenched her palms expressionlessly, and with an imperceptible crisp sound, a crack suddenly appeared on the sharp sword and then quickly spread.

The entire sword suddenly shattered in that delicate palm.

An Yi clutched the fragments, seemingly unaware of the terrifying waves coming behind her. She turned her gaze to Qi Zhaoyang, who was sweating profusely.

In an instant, the hood fluttered, revealing the well-behaved little face.

However, on this harmless face, the pair of vertical pupils were occupied by the moonlight and turned into pure white.

"Roar--"

Beneath the dark golden robe, a powerful and dark red demonic power shook violently, turning the dark sky into a red glow in an instant. It was like a heavy punch that shattered the huge waves that covered the sky and tore apart the thunder in them, turning them into heavy rain and falling back into the water.

Amid the sound of the pouring rain, the heart-shaking roar of a tiger enveloped Qi Zhaoyang completely.

He let go of the hilt of the sword and staggered back, his face distorted. The silver armor on his body was torn by his bulging muscles, and his tall figure instantly transformed into an even larger silver dragon with jade horns, soaring straight into the sky.

Qi Zhaoyang could avoid it, but the many monsters around him couldn't.

Faced with the magical power of a Heavenly Realm Stone, these great demons with only Bai Yujing's cultivation level were in an even worse state than the several Taoists who had stood before An Tingfeng. They couldn't even express their fear of heart and liver breaking. Their demon souls had been completely annihilated by the tiger's roar.

"The West Palace Master is the one who cares for others."

Ke Shisan stood with his arms folded, becoming more and more excited.

The followers who can follow this group of dragon sons on patrol all have some dragon blood in them to a greater or lesser extent, and many of them are even "dragon sons and grandsons", but their blood is not pure enough, so they can only be demon generals.

Look at An Yi, then look at Yu Lan. Qi Zhaoping was such a good uncle, but his head was crushed and blood was splattered all over the place. What a waste.

"..."

Yue Tianji watched quietly. After all, it was impossible for his master to provoke Beihong now.

Even in Beihong, the death of a powerful heavenly realm master is a huge event, requiring the struggle of all parties, and may even cause changes in the situation in the entire Hongze.

But at this moment, it is so crisp and clear.

It’s a pity that he can’t participate in it personally and can only enjoy the sight.

"kill!"

Qi Zhaoyang's eyes obviously turned red at the tiger's roar. He looked at the sharp claws attacking him. On the fine red claw scales, a huge blood symbol appeared at some point.

If I don't handle it properly, there might be one more blood talisman.

Thinking of this, he slapped it with his claws!
A great demon in the heavenly realm, coupled with the blood of the Dragon Palace, the strength of the demon body has far exceeded the imagination of ordinary cultivators.

The dragon claws and the bird claws slammed heavily together, and the raging evil spirit instantly spread to the entire Xihong!
This is the residual power of the battle between the strong men in the heavenly realm!

Compared to Qi Zhaoping, whose head was easily captured, the elder brother Qi Zhaoyang was obviously much better than him and actually forced the terrifying animal claws back.

The raging heart flames engulfed the dragon's body, but the jade horns on his head emitted a bright glow, protecting his scales.

"Die to this king!"

The jade-horned silver dragon clenched its claws tightly, and with its huge body, it pushed Yu Lan downwards fiercely. With a phoenix cry, the huge phoenix monster with feathers like emerald jade and claws like gold and jade revealed its true form, and its wings spread out, were more than hundreds of feet long.

Two ferocious monsters wrestled in the air.

The shadow under his figure enveloped the entire Wanxiang Treasure Land, flickering, as if the heaven and earth were angry and there were signs of the world being destroyed.

"Let's go."

Wu Jun turned around and suddenly put his arm around Liu Shiqian's shoulders, then walked calmly into the Wanxiang Pavilion: "After you return to Nanhong, just pretend that you saw nothing and heard nothing. Don't worry, what belongs to you cannot be taken away by anyone."

This sentence seems to be a reminder to Liu Shiqian, but in fact it is a warning to Chi Yang next to him.

Upon hearing this, the two elders from the Qingyue Sect walked away in a daze, completely burying the matter in their hearts.

It is obvious that this jade-horned silver dragon from the heavenly realm is dead.

Even though he seems to have the upper hand for now, don't forget... that petite figure hasn't made a move yet.

Moreover, right in the sky, there are two beings wearing the same robes, and their realms and strengths are probably similar. They are still quietly guarding the way to life.

If all the hall masters were of the same level, and including the one beside him, there would be a total of five heavenly realm powerhouses.

Just thinking about this terrifying number, Liu Shiqian and Chi Yang felt palpitations.

To be frank, the relationship between the two of them and the Ten Thousand Demons Palace was not that close. The reason why it was like this now was all thanks to the relationship with Sect Master Shen.

But who knows what kind of agreement Sect Leader Shen has reached with this group of great monsters, and how long this relationship can last.

If they really offended this group of palace masters, Liu Shiqian felt certain that the disaster this incident would bring to the Seven Sons of Nanhong would probably be more terrible than offending the West Dragon Palace!
It is always right to be careful in what you say and do.

The moment the three of them stepped into the magic circle, a sharp dragon roar came from behind them.

"Ow—"

Above the blue sky, a petite figure leaped high up and, in the simplest and crudest way, used her knee to hit the lower jaw of the jade-horned silver dragon.

The huge gap between the body shapes was like an ant stretching out its arms and trying to lift a giant elephant.

boom! !

However, under that crisp and powerful knee strike, the entire long dragon suddenly raised its head and then flipped over!
Qing Feng took the opportunity to tear the silver dragon's upper abdomen apart with one claw, and poured all of its scorching heart flames into it.

Qi Zhaoyang howled and twisted his body, his dragon tail like a whip, slapping Qing Feng randomly. Every swing of his tail could shatter a peak.

An Yi calmly grasped a handful of the dragon's beard.

Then he took another step forward and threw the nearly thousand-foot-long dragon backwards like a broken sack. Then he slammed on the dragon's head, and blasted out with his forearms, opening his arms left and right, breaking the two jade horns with unstoppable force.

In Qi Zhaoyang's dragon roar.

She summoned her demonic power and sacrificed two dragon horns, one of which firmly pinned the silver dragon's vital point. She then wrapped her arms around the other dragon horn, like a sword splitting the sky, and slashed all the way down the dragon's spine!
It directly broke through Qi Zhaoyang's flesh, leaving his skin torn and flesh exposed, like a flesh flower blooming, revealing the dark white dragon bone.

"I take back what I just said."

Ke Shisan loosened his arms with a look of heartache on his face, and then he saw An Yi suddenly landed on the dragon bone and raised his fist.

She slid down all the way, punching like a rain of blood!

boom! boom! boom!
The sound of the punches was like thunder, without any unnecessary movements.

Every punch he delivered would break a piece of bone.

By the time she landed at the dragon's tail, the entire jade-horned silver dragon had already lost its life, and was falling limply towards the water!

(End of this chapter)