Reborn Killer Supreme

Chapter 696

"It's almost here, Zhiyao, wait a minute." Shangguan Xiaoyao took out the Xiaoyao sword and stabbed it into the ground, and the Taoist characters appeared from the hilt again, covering the land with a radius of one zhang. "Formation, soul master battle body!"

The Xiaoyao sword left the soil and returned to its sheath, and the half body of the soul master's battle body tightly wrapped Yin Zhiyao in the formation.

"Zhiyao, this soul master's battle body is here to help you resist the cold things, leave the rest to me." Shangguan Xiaoyao stepped out of the range of the soul master's battle body in two steps, shaking the feather fan in his hand. go forward.

Yin Zhiyao's voice couldn't pass through the soul master's battle body, and when he tried to rush out, the soul master's body solidified into an airtight wall again, completely imprisoning Yin Zhiyao in the formation.

"That place is not suitable for Zhiyao to go to. Only those with strong souls can survive among the constantly colliding dragon wraiths." Shangguan Xiaoyao stopped in his tracks, looking at the dead air in the valley ahead and the rotten air blowing towards his face. "Besides, the Tomb of Ten Thousand Dragons has obviously been corrupted by the Nether Holy Land. I'm afraid those dragon corpses that haven't decayed have already been resurrected and waited for me."

"That's it, Zhiyao, you are here to control the soul master battle body to guard the intersection for me. After I wake up the blood, we can successfully break the seal wall, and the strong in the real dragon holy land will naturally help us to take the Tianchan holy land and the remnants of the Nether Holy Land."

Step by step, Shangguan Xiaoyao stepped firmly into the Wanlong Tomb, leaving only Yin Zhiyao still in the soul master battle body.

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With his robe fluttering, Shangguan Xiaoyao climbed over a row of bushes like a low wall, and the scenery in front of him instantly changed.

Black pine trees, twisted bushes, trembled from time to time as if a deadly wolfhound python was hiding inside.The first glance here is announcing the danger to the people coming.

Stepping forward on pine needles, Shangguan Xiaoyao suddenly realized that this place was exactly the same as the illusion of the Tianyin Holy Land that was being blocked.

"The group of people in Nether Holy Land, if such a big piece of rotten shit is put on someone's ancestral grave, aren't they afraid that there will be no peace from now on?" Shangguan Xiaoyao murmured in his heart. Groping in the tomb of ten thousand dragons in the illusion.

Shangguan Xiaoyao, who was advancing slowly, still failed to escape the trigger trap in the end. When Jun Tianlu stepped on a pine needle, the ground suddenly sank, knowing that there was another crisis.

"How about trying out the new fan!" Shangguan Xiaoyao put away the folding fan, and held the Nine-Tailed Dragon Feather Fan stuck in his back in his hand, and suddenly the fire was slowly ignited on the beards and hairs of the nine dragon tails.

Shangguan Xiaoyao was a little disappointed by the fire in the furnace on this feather fan, it was obviously not as fierce as the folding fan visually, and it couldn't form a three-foot-long fiery sword.

But Shangguan Xiaoyao's skin was aching from the killing intent around him, and the withered yellow pine needles on the ground were floating up one by one, pointing tremblingly at Shangguan Xiaoyao.

"Forget it, let's use this!" Seeing that the crisis was close at hand, Shangguan Xiaoyao, who had changed flawlessly, simply swung the feather fan like a cattail fan.

In an instant, the wind swept the flames and rushed towards the pine needles shot in front of them like a wall of fire. The pine needles that had been swallowed by the wall of fire were left with only a little smoke.

Shangguan Xiaoyao was overjoyed when he saw this, he directly waved the Nine-tailed Dragon Feather Fan in his hand, and shot towards the surroundings again and again. In an instant, the entire pine forest was engulfed in flames, and Shangguan Xiaoyao could no longer see a single pine needle appearing in his field of vision.

"This nine-tailed dragon feather fan is really different." In the sea of ​​fire, only the scorched earth, the fire tree, and a living creature of Shangguan Xiaoyao remained.

There was a burst of humming and flapping fans in the air, Shangguan Xiaoyao couldn't help but looked up, and saw a dragon flying over his head, and the rotten flesh on its body was plopping down under the hot wind blowing mat.

"Who is here to disturb our resurrection place?" Amidst the loud rumbling sound, the huge rotting dragon corpse landed on the ground and spewed out a rotten breath towards Shangguan Xiaoyao. "The promised day is coming, mortal monks, our wishes will be fulfilled, and the world will become the land of our dead."

The Dragon Feather Fan in his hand waved the airflow, isolating the poisonous breath blown by the dragon from the whole body, and Shangguan Xiaoyao stood proudly in front of the huge corpse of the dragon.

"You, mortal monk, where did you come from?" Although the poisonous gas was isolated, the corrupted dragon's breath still filled Shangguan Xiaoyao's mouth and nose. up.

Shangguan Xiaoyao is no ordinary mortal monk, he directly cut off his sense of smell.

"Me? I am a person of the blood of the real dragon, so is Shangguan Xiaoyao." With the feather fan in his hand constantly purifying the air around him, Shangguan Xiaoyao bowed respectfully and replied. "It is really helpless to disturb the resting place today. The Holy Land of the True Dragon is now experiencing the first ordeal in history. I hope that the ancestors of the True Dragon will save it with the power of ancient times."

The slender body of Jiaolong surrounds Shangguan Xiaoyao, and the huge dragon head swings like a snake to look at Shangguan Xiaoyao: "The holy land of the real dragon is about to be destroyed? Are you serious?!"

Hearing Shangguan Xiaoyao's words, the mouth of the rotting corpse dragon suddenly grinned behind the roots of his teeth, and his tone became more poisonous under the ecstasy.

"The Holy Land of the True Dragon is finally going to be destroyed, hahahaha!!!" Compared with its head, the neck of the flood dragon looked so thin in contrast, it raised its head and screamed towards the sky, screaming like a madman. There was a horrible smell coming from there.

Then he bent down suddenly, his fangs were about to touch Shangguan Xiaoyao's body: "I almost forgot, you are still a person with the blood of a real dragon."

Nostrils sprayed on Shangguan Xiaoyao's body, and a stench came out: "You, you should know what I am?"

There was a sound of sword sound from the Xiaoyao sword, and Shangguan Xiaoyao forced it to hold it down: "I didn't expect that such evil things are still suppressed in the Holy Dragon Holy Land. It turns out that it was you who should have brought people from the Nether Holy Land into here." ?"

"That's right, the dark people in the netherworld promised us that after we break through the Holy Land, we will be reborn freely, and no righteous person will be able to stop us from restoring our land!" The dragon's rotting corpse turned its head sideways, with one long eye widening and approaching He looked at Shangguan Xiaoyao. "So you know, people of true dragon blood, you should know about our relationship."

"That's right." The Xiaoyao sword came out of its sheath, and the Xiaoyao sword energy instantly drew a crescent moon and shot at the rotting dragon corpse.

Jiaolong Rotten Corpse didn't expect the Xiaoyao sword energy to strike suddenly, its eyeballs lost color on the spot, burst into thick paste and flowed out from the eye sockets.

"Treacherous person, how can you have the blood of a real dragon!" The rotting dragon corpse that lost one eye and felt no pain just stood up subconsciously to avoid it.

"To deal with evil, I don't need moral help!" Shangguan Xiaoyao jumped up, and the Xiaoyao sword pierced Jiaolong's neck. "Dead thing, go back to your resting place and sleep well!"

The Xiaoyao sword enters at the end, and the tip of the sword protrudes from the back of the neck.

"Fire in the furnace, come!" Shangguan Xiaoyao put away the feather fan, held the fire in the furnace and slapped the head of the sword.

The fire in the furnace poured into Jiaolong's body along the sword head and spine.

"No, this extremely evil thing cannot be used by people with the blood of a real dragon..." Shangguan Xiaoyao drew his sword back to its sheath, stepped away from the rotting body of the dragon, and the dragon that had been eroded into the body by the fire in the furnace The rotting corpse felt pain that it had never experienced before, and disintegrated into floating soil while struggling and twisting, and scattered and drifted away.

Shangguan Xiaoyao drew out the Xiaoyao Sword again, he felt a tingle in his soul when the fire burned on the sword just now, only now did he realize that the Xiaoyao Sword has been eroded red by the furnace fire.

"Hands hurt too. It seems that the fire in the furnace really burns the past and time of things." Shangguan Xiaoyao felt a sense of weakness in the hand that was holding the fire just now, and every time the muscles were involved, there would be a feeling of weakness The tingling sensation made Shangguan Xiaoyao frown.

"You, dare to kill my people." A roar came from behind a distant hillside, and layers of air waves rolled up in front of Shangguan Xiaoyao in an instant, and the originally monstrous karmic fire was instantly extinguished.

The feather fan waved again, and the two gusts of wind collided in front of Shangguan Xiaoyao, directly forming a hurricane that pierced the sky.

"Who is talking wildly about each other!" Shangguan Xiaoyao also mobilized Yuanli, and responded with a thunderous roar.

"You, very good, arrogant enough!" Bursts of muffled noises came from the other side of the mountain, each spit out would cause the earth to vibrate, and the charcoal and ashes on the ground vibrated regularly with the sound.

Shangguan Xiaoyao felt bad, there were already bursts of black light overflowing from behind the mountain, invading the already dark sky like clouds.

In a blink of an eye, the sky was completely covered, and Shangguan Xiaoyao couldn't even see his arms.

"I, I used to be the companion dragon king of the real dragon sage, but now I am the master of the dead world!" In the darkness, only this voice echoed in Shangguan Xiaoyao's ears, even Shangguan Xiaoyao couldn't distinguish his own up, down, left, and right sides. "My people have been suppressed by the True Dragon Holy Land for more than a thousand years, and I have to thank the Nether Holy Land. If it weren't for the arrival of those arrogant people, I would have to wait for a thousand years before I can break out!"

Shangguan Xiaoyao groped to pull out his folding fan, lit a fire beside him, and finally allowed his eyes to see something that was only four feet away.Only then did he realize that he was no longer in the same place, and before he knew it, his feet had been buried in the powder left by the disintegration of the dragon's rotting corpse.

The fire in the furnace successfully attracted the attention of the master of the dead world, and the surprised voice sounded again: "Ha! People of the blood of the real dragon, tell me what you are holding in your hand?"

A strand of dark silk oppressed Shangguan Xiaoyao again, but the fire in the furnace was stimulated to burn more intensely, and the area that Shangguan Xiaoyao could see was a bit wider.

"Tell me, people of true dragon blood, what exactly are you holding in your hand?" The voice of the master of the dead world no longer had the contempt before, and asked Shangguan Xiaoyao solemnly.

(End of this chapter)