Taishang Hualong Jue

Chapter 141 One Punch, One Punch

Just as Qin Luo stabilized his figure, when he raised his eyes, his vision was dark again. A big hand with an inner abyss wrapped in majestic power suppressed it, and there was a sense of sealing that permeated the space, making the space sticky and solid.

His body shook, the dragon scales of the blood dragon battle armor squirmed, a phantom of the blood dragon manifested, roared to the sky, a burst of power broke out, scattered the shrouded field, and the figure flashed out.

"I really thought that if I go to heaven, I can't do anything to you."

Qin Luo gritted his teeth, the mysteries of life and death flowed around his body, the mysterious aura permeated, and there was a gathering of spiritual energy from heaven and earth.

His body soared into the air, and there was a surge of spiritual energy under his feet, lifting him up, turning into a vague black shadow, and killing the old man.

The old man was startled, he didn't expect Qin Luo to have such a means, but he didn't panic, even if he could fly in the air, so what?
After all, it is a side-door path, not the manifestation of one's own ability, and it is impossible to move according to one's heart.

Besides, it's not that he is not an opponent, but he just wants to suppress and kill Qin Luo with the advantage of being able to defend against the air.

Sure enough, as he had expected, although Qin Luo controlled the aura of heaven and earth to fly into the sky with profound meaning, he was not proficient after all, and could not walk on the emptiness like a strong man in the state of concentration.

On the way to kill, he staggered and almost fell from the void.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and quickly stabilized his figure. Otherwise, if he fell from a height of [-] meters, it would be impossible for him to fall to his death with his physical body, but he would not be able to avoid some embarrassment.

But how could the old man of the hell dragon tribe in purgatory who had been watching him miss this opportunity? His figure flashed like a ghost, appearing in front of him, and one hand turned into a dragon claw covered with pitch-black scales, tearing the air , photographed.

Qin Luo hastily swung his fist to meet him, but he was still sent flying. The old man was extremely fast, like a maggot attached to the bone, and he followed closely. dragon.

Seeing that he was about to be hit by the old man's fist, Qin Luo didn't show panic and despair on his face, but sighed softly with regret on his face.

The old man suddenly felt something bad in his heart, and soon, the bad feeling turned into deep heart palpitations, and the breath of death enveloped him.

With a flash of blood, a figure that didn't look burly appeared between him and Qin Luo, his face was indifferent, his eyes were slightly closed, there were strange blood-colored lines flickering on his body, and a black and yellow aura lingered.

The dragon claw that condensed all his strength fell on that figure, and there was a clanging and trembling sound, like iron forging.

A huge counter-shock force surged, and he screamed, the dragon claw twisted in a strange posture, and the dragon scale exploded.

He was about to retreat subconsciously, but then, the slightly closed eyes of the Blood Spirit Puppet opened suddenly, and a violent wave of air swept out, the fierce air surged like a tide, and the terrifying killing intent pierced the sky.

His body shook violently, attacked by killing intent, his dark eyes turned blood red.

But soon, there was a gleam of clarity in his eyes. Looking at the fist that was swung, his face showed a look of shock, and he lost his voice, "Blood Spirit Puppet!"

As the sound fell, the head exploded at the same time, the brain burst, blood splashed into the sky, and the headless body rapidly expanded, turning into a thick and strong dragon body tens of meters long, and fell to the ground.

The original Blood Snake was also a consummate and strong man in the Concentrating Concentration Realm, and was vulnerable to the Blood Spirit Puppet.

This old man of the hell dragon clan in purgatory, although he is a demon clan, his physical body is tyrannical.

But after the Blood Spirit Puppet was tempered, the cracks were completely healed, and his strength recovered a lot. The same simple and rough punch smashed his head and soul together.

The blood splashed and sprayed by the exploded faucet quickly flowed backwards, was pulled by a force, and sank into the blood puppet's body.

Fresh blood also flowed out from the flesh and blood fragments, which was absorbed by the blood puppet, making his body turn blood red, and the fluctuations in his aura became faintly stronger, but it was not very obvious.

"A child with one punch."

Looking at the falling headless dragon body, Qin Luo sighed, he could hardly deal with a person with all his strength, bah, it was not a human, but a dragon, and he couldn't even bear a punch in front of the blood puppet.

Of course, he also knew that there was also the reason for the sudden appearance of the blood puppet and the lingering viciousness of the past.

The moment I saw it, I was immediately terrified, and I couldn't even think of resisting.

In this case, he will die and who will die.

Turning his eyes not far away, Qin Yan was spreading his dragon wings to fight fiercely with the last demon king. When the battle ended abruptly here, the demon king also noticed it.

There was no thought of entanglement with Qin Yan, and he turned around and wanted to escape, but how could Qin Yan let him escape, gritting his teeth desperately to entangle.

"Fix him."

Qin Luo pointed and ordered the blood puppet, the figure of the blood puppet flashed, the space distorted, and disappeared.

On the other side, the demon king changed color, his body shook, and suddenly swelled, turning into a ferocious black dragon. With a flick of the thick dragon tail like a steel whip, Qin Yan was sent flying, and he turned around and fled decisively.

However, when the space in front of it was distorted, a blood-colored figure walked out of it, with an indifferent expression, endless evil spirit surging and murderous.

He raised his hand slowly, and punched out with a simple and random punch, the air burst suddenly, and the void was cracked with shallow black cracks.

The Purgatory Dark Dragon is resisting, but in the face of absolute power, all resistance is futile. The dragon's head was blown apart by a punch, and the blood on the dragon's head was drained. The dragon's body that fell to the ground was also grabbed by the dragon's tail by the blood puppet , as easy and casual as catching a small snake.

Qin Luo saw that the corners of his eyes twitched.

"Are you okay?"

Looting to Qin Yan's side, looking at the broken scales and bloody body, he couldn't help taking a breath, smacking his lips, "It's so miserable."

Listening to his exclamation, Qin Yan almost fainted out of breath, and spurted out a mouthful of blood, spraying the face of the defenseless Qin Luo.

Qin Luo raised his hand and silently wiped the blood on his face. The corners of his eyes twitched and the blood was wiped clean. Then he tilted his head and said slowly, "On purpose?"

"No." Qin Yan rolled his eyes.

"Oh." Qin Luo nodded, "But I think we can wait until you recover from your injury."

"..."

The ground shook, and the Blood Spirit Puppet threw the headless body of the Purgatory Underworld Dragon in front of the two of them, almost knocking Qin Yan down on the ground.

"Your." Qin Luo smiled slightly, and handed this underworld dragon to Qin Yan for refining, not because he didn't want to give him the other two, but because of his strength, it was difficult to refine.

Qin Yan nodded with a wry smile, and did not refuse. With the blood energy of this Purgatory Underworld Dragon of Demon King Realm, the transformation speed of his killing sword will be accelerated a lot. It won't be long before he should be able to use it without any scruples.

Thinking of that, a smile appeared on his pale face.

Qin Luo asked the blood puppet to "lift" the corpses of the other two headless dark dragons, looked at the blood puppet, hesitated for a while, but still did not refine the corpses for him.

Mainly based on the current strength of the Blood Spirit Puppet, this kind of blood of the Demon King Realm will not have much effect on his recovery, unless it is piled up in quantity...

But now, there are only three corpses of the demon king, and Qin Yan has one, leaving two. Instead of refining it for him, it is better to keep it to improve its strength.

He didn't forget that the cultivation speed of the Taishang Dragon Transformation Art would be accelerated if he had the blood essence of dragon-type monsters or the origin of dragon-type battle spirits.

But now, he happened to encounter a bottleneck in the keel tempering of the third floor for the first time.

(End of this chapter)