Burning Heaven Dragon Emperor

Chapter 1371 Wake up, Han Xiao!

Ten breaths!

Nine breaths!

Eight breaths!

Zihuang's complexion was extremely dignified, and he carefully extracted the energy of Han Xiao's "evil dragon's vein", secretly saying in his heart: I hope the emperor did not make a mistake in predicting, Han Xiao boy, don't let the emperor's efforts be ruined once. ah!

Chi Chi!

On the veins of the evil dragon, there are already signs of rupture, the blood of the evil dragon has dispersed, and Han Xiao's evil dragon transformation has gradually become unstable.

In an instant, Han Xiao's figure continued to shrink, gradually returning to its original appearance.

"Hahaha, junior, it seems that your hole cards have been used to the limit. Very good, then let me be an obedient corpse puppet honestly!" Dazuo, those corpse puppets immediately surrounded him, forcing Han Xiao into a dead corner, with no way out.

"Fifth breath!"

"The fourth breath!"

The Zihuang silently counted down the countdown, at this moment, he had no choice but to put all his eggs in one basket.

Three breaths!

Two breaths!

Breathe!
"Wake up, Han Xiao!"

All Zihuang's hope lies at this crucial moment!
Click!

The evil dragon's vein suddenly collapsed and completely ruptured.

"Roar!"

The next moment, just as Zihuang expected, the will of the evil dragon in Han Xiao's body suddenly exploded, and a wave of soul shock radiated out, forcibly entering Han Xiao's sea of ​​consciousness.

"what!"

When the severe pain hit, Han Xiao finally realized his existence, and those dull eyes finally recovered a little bit of spirit.

"Me, where is this? Ah!" Han Xiao held his head tightly, and after being controlled by the Moon God's "Moon Eye of Reincarnation", Han Xiao's consciousness seemed to have entered a paradise.

What he hoped for, what he hoped to see, everything became so perfect that he couldn't extricate himself from it.

And the severe pain that came from the depths of his soul finally dragged him back abruptly, making him feel the real existence.

"There's no time to explain!" Zihuang roared: "Boy Han Xiao, deal with the enemy in front of you first!"

Han Xiao had an extremely painful expression on his face. His memory only stayed in the eyes of looking at the moon god, and then he didn't know anything.

Unexpectedly, when he woke up again, it turned out to be such a situation.

Seven or eight corpse puppets surrounded him, and each of them was violent and powerful, trying to imprison Han Xiao's body.

Not far away, a skinny old guy was holding a silver ring, as if he was manipulating those puppets.

"Boy Han Xiao, let's talk about defeating that old guy first." Zihuang said anxiously.

Although Han Xiao has not figured out the situation until now, he also knows that the ugly old thing is definitely not a good person. Unfortunately, he is injured all over his body now, and his mental power and energy are almost exhausted. Intentional, but also powerless.

"Roar!"

Corpse puppets rushed over brazenly, and Han Xiao reluctantly brought up Fenji, but he couldn't even activate the fire of the evil dragon.

"Damn, what should I do now? Zihuang, think of a way!" Han Xiao said anxiously.

"Boy, you know now. At the critical moment, you still have to rely on me! Hmph, even a few corpses dare to act fiercely!" Zihuang sneered, and actively urged the Sifang Qiankun Cauldron to move, only to see a flash of purple light, Those seven or eight corpse puppets bumped into them like headless flies, and were directly sucked into the small world of Qiankun.

"Damn it, it's okay!" Han Xiao rolled his eyes, thinking that the Purple Emperor was going to use some amazing tricks, so it turned out...

Well, I have to admit that in this situation, Han Xiao is indeed far less calm than an old monster like Zihuang.

"It is king if it works." Zihuang snorted softly, and said coldly: "Boy Han Xiao, let's get rid of that old guy now. The silver ring in his hand is a treasure!"

"Treasure?" Han Xiao asked blankly.

"That's right, the treasure of the ancient spirit clan, the Moluo Silver Ring! Hehe..." The Purple Emperor gave a strange laugh, and said again: "This kind of treasure was rare even when the Evil Dragon Emperor was still alive. The Sifang Qiankun Cauldron has refined Moluo Yinhuan's ability, hahaha!"

Seeing Zihuang's ecstatic appearance, Han Xiao immediately knew that this Moluo silver ring must be a very special treasure!
But when Han Xiao communicated with the Purple Emperor's consciousness, the Blood Skull Dharma King stared blankly at the middle-level corpse puppets he had refined, and they all disappeared at once, and immediately trembled with fright. He stared at Han Xiao in disbelief, "How... how is it possible? Junior, what did you do to my corpse puppet?"

"How?" Han Xiao snorted coldly, "Do you want to know? Then take your life first!"

Han Xiao forcibly took a breath, and his figure suddenly turned into a thunder light, rushing straight up.

"not good!"

At the same time, the blood-skeleton Dharma King froze suddenly, feeling a sense of uneasiness in his heart.

crackle!

The next moment, a flash of lightning fell from the sky, and Han Xiao's figure appeared in front of the Blood Skeleton King without warning, and the two were very close!

"Old guy, you're too careless!" Han Xiao sneered, his left arm swelled suddenly, turned into a dragon's claw, and directly tore off the old man's left hand holding the silver bracelet.

With the tearing force erupting from the claws of the evil dragon, it is conceivable that the blood skeleton king had already separated his left hand from his body before he could react, and the dark green blood dripped all over the ground.

With a flash of Han Xiao's figure, he swiped his left hand and directly pinched the silver ring in his hand.

"No!" The Blood Skeleton King immediately roared crazily, ignoring his broken arm, and immediately chased Han Xiao fiercely.

"Junior! Give me back the Moro silver ring!"

The Blood Skull Dharma King screamed in pain again and again, and struck out with a murderous palm, trying to take back the Moluo silver ring.

"Hmph, wouldn't it be a pity to leave such a treasure to you, an old thing with one foot in the coffin?" Han Xiao snorted softly, the treasure that even the Purple Emperor was so envious of was by no means ordinary.

"Junior, return the silver ring to the deity, and the deity will spare you!" The Blood Skull Dharma King roared again and again, the Moro silver ring is his lifeline, without the Moro silver ring, he can't control the army of corpse puppets at all. His position in the religion naturally plummeted.

However, he obviously missed the most important thing.

Dead people don't need to care about status or not!
"Hmph, old guy, I think you haven't figured out the situation yet!"

Han Xiao sneered, and threw the Moro Silver Ring directly into the Sifang Qiankun Cauldron. The Purple Emperor chuckled, and immediately pulled Han Xiao's evil dragon fire. In just a split second, he easily left the blood skull king on it. The imprint of his spiritual consciousness is completely erased.

The whole process was only in an instant, so fast that the blood skeleton king almost didn't even have time to react.

"Ah!" The Blood Skull Dharma King only felt a stabbing pain in his head, and completely lost control of the Namoluo Silver Ring.

(End of this chapter)