Nine Ways Divine Dragon Art

Chapter 443 God Ling Haoran

Ling Yun, who was caught off guard for a while, suddenly seemed to be crushed by Mount Tai. His body was bent by this tyrannical force, and his feet sank into the ground at the same time.

"Drinking tea? Senior Unnamed, you think highly of me, but you don't need to drink tea, because I still have a lot of things to deal with, and I am busy rushing back. As for drinking tea, next time! Next time, please be a junior. .”

Ling Yun supported this coercion, while answering Wuming's words with a smile on his face, which made Wuming's face gradually darken angrily.

Wuming didn't expect that Ling Yun, who is a descendant of a god, would have such a brazen side, so he also said with a sullen face.

"In urgent matters, don't be in a hurry! According to this seat, you should stay at ease!"

After saying this, Wuming waved his hand, and grabbed Ling Yun's shoulder with his backhand.

Looking at the giant palm that could not be avoided, bead-sized beads of sweat slid down Ling Yun's cheeks like rain.

Ling Yun ignored the beads of sweat on his face, but pushed hard, directly throwing the mess around him high into the air.

Unaware of the chaos, seeing Ling Yun still caring about his own life and death at a critical juncture, he couldn't help being moved in his heart.

At the same time, a belief of not being afraid in the face of danger was also stabilized in Luanluan's heart, and Luanxuan, who was thrown into the sky, turned around in the air.

Then, under Ling Yun's horrified gaze, the messy body directly smashed towards Wuming who was not far away.

Seeing the messy body, Wuming suddenly slammed into him, so he showed an extremely gloomy smile.

"Things who don't know how to live or die, since you want to seek death, then this seat will help you."

With a cold snort, Wuming raised his left palm lightly, facing the messy oncoming person, and patted it lightly.

boom!
An explosion was heard from the sky above the Hall of Soul Evil, and the messy body was directly turned into fly ash under Wuming's palm.

As for the messy blood, a dense blood mist formed in the air, and then gradually dissipated.

No!Father……

Seeing that Luan Luan was killed, Ling Yun immediately let out a heart-piercing roar, and then Ling Yun's eyes gradually turned red under Wuming's gaze.

After a while, Ling Yun's eyes turned completely blood-red, and a sharp bloody light burst out, shining over the entire Hall of Soul Evil.

"Hmph, is it too late to awaken the divine blood now? Alright! Let me kill you, the only descendant of the god!"

After saying this, Wuming appeared in front of Ling Yun in a flash, and then Wuming's powerful big hand of Kong Wu pinched Ling Yun's neck.

Immediately Ling Yun felt suffocated like never before, as if all the strength in his body was drained, and a gradually expanding vitality accumulated in his heart, as if he couldn't vent it out.

Ah!
Under the expansion of vitality, Ling Yun, who was in great pain, immediately raised his head and screamed, and then a huge amount of true energy dispersed from Ling Yun's body.

Roar!
Immediately afterwards, a huge silver dragon came out directly from Ling Yun's Tianling, and let out a deafening roar.

"It's you waiting, evil barrier! Suffer death!"

Unexpectedly, Wuming had already discovered the silver dragon fighting spirit hidden in Ling Yun's body, so at the moment the silver dragon fighting spirit left the body, Wuming waved his big hand, and used his other big hand to pinch the silver dragon. The body of the dragon fighting spirit.

"Give me annihilation!"

Wuming let out a roar, and crushed the body of the Silver Dragon Battle Soul with all his strength, turning it into a burst of shining silver Yuanling, which dissipated between heaven and earth.

"Boy, your silver dragon battle spirit can't stop me at all. If I want to kill you now, it's easier than squeezing an ant to death, so you should die obediently!"

At the same time as speaking, the five fingers on Wuming Giant's palm slowly gathered together. As for Ling Yun's face, it also turned from red to green, and his breathing stopped at this moment.

But at this moment, the silver dragon battle spirit, the powdered silver spirit, just happened to fall on the Nine Dragon Scepter in Ling Yun's hand.

At the same time, a strand of blood from the corner of Ling Yun's mouth accurately fell on the divine staff in his right hand at this moment, and then merged with Yuan Ling into the divine staff together.

When the blood and the spirit of the silver dragon fighting spirit were completely integrated into the Nine Dragons Scepter, all of a sudden, ten thousand dazzling golden lights bloomed directly from the body of the Nine Dragons Scepter.

As soon as the golden light came out, Wuming, who was pinching Lingyun's neck, was blinded by the light. Seeing this, Lingyun also used all his vitality to bombard Wuming's right hand.

Then Wuming loosened his right hand, and Ling Yun made a 180-degree turn, and his body landed on the eaves a hundred meters away.

Ling Yun, who had just escaped from the clutches of the devil, immediately opened his mouth wide, breathing in fresh air, and then looked warily at Wuming not far away.

But Wuming's eyes were firmly locked on the Nine Dragon Scepter in Ling Yun's hand at this moment, without any intention of shifting.

"How could the Nine Dragons Scepter be in your hands? Wasn't he snatched away by Long Aotian?"

Wuming looked at it in disbelief, the Nine Dragons Scepter in Ling Yun's hand, and even his body trembled slightly at this moment.

Because Wuming at this moment is only at the peak of the Dragon Emperor, and has not fully recovered his original strength. If he had recovered to the peak of ghosts and gods hundreds of millions of years ago, then he would not be so shocked.

"Hmph, so you are afraid of the Nine Dragons Scepter!"

Hearing Wuming's words, Ling Yun turned his eyes to the Nine Dragons Scepter that was shining with golden light in his hand, and then snorted coldly.

"I'm not afraid of the Nine Dragons Scepter, you should quickly answer my words, why is the Nine Dragons Scepter by your side?"

Wuming with a tense face ignored Ling Yun's words at all, but was eager to know why Long Aotian returned the Nine Dragon Scepter to the Ling family.

It turned out that after the battle between the god Ling Haoran and Wuming in Zijin Mountain, Ling Haoran tried his best to suppress Wuming in the Kowloon God Tower with all his strength.

As for the other artifact in his hand, the Nine Dragons Scepter was passed on to his eldest disciple, Long Aotian, and he left an order that Long Aotian guard the Nine Dragons Tower from generation to generation, preventing Wuming and others from escaping.

However, some accident happened, which made Long Aotian feel the crisis, so he passed Ling Haoran to him the Kowloon Scepter, and secretly hid it in the ancestral hall of the Ling family branch.

But Ling Yun didn't know anything about these things, but he didn't intend to tell Wuming, his father-killing enemy, how he got the Nine Dragons Scepter.

"Hmph, old man, if you have the guts, just let your horse come here. I, Lingyun, have a grudge against you for killing your father. Sooner or later, I, Lingyun, will definitely smash your body into thousands of pieces. Otherwise, I will be ashamed of my deceased father's spirit in heaven."

"As for how I got it, I won't tell you about the Nine Dragons Scepter, but I want to tell you clearly that the days you have will not be too long."

(End of this chapter)