The Inverted Dragon is Scale

With the White Emperor city legion, the Peacock Dynasty ghost dance Legion and the 100000 evil Eagle army of the black Yan Dynasty pouring into the wind city from the city gate and the huge hole sprayed by the dragon breath, a more tragic massacre began.

When those panicked Fengcheng soldiers were looking for an escape intersection, they found that black armor was everywhere, and the whole Fengcheng was crowded with legions of other types of armor.

Before they could make any response, the first Fengcheng soldier was beheaded, then the second and the third——

Some turned and ran away, others fought with knives. More people were trampled into meat patties in the two turbulent streams of charge and escape.

"The wind city is broken. The ghost dance Corps is back. Run for your life -"

"Brothers, it's only a matter of killing. Let's fight with them -"——

From noon to night, even the dark sky was illuminated by red blood and blazing fire.

Blood is flowing and heads are rolling. Broken limbs and arms were scattered on the ground.

This is no longer the wind city, no longer the world.

But the legendary Shura purgatory.

This is a battle above the ground.

This is a killing between people.

Above the sky, there is another more fierce and ferocious battle going on.

With the help of snowball, the cute God, the eight majestic Golden Lions were swallowed one by one, and even failed to bring a little damage to the black dragon transformed by Li shepherd.

Eight golden toads squatting under the seismograph ran to gnaw at the scales of the black dragon and broke their teeth. The Eight Golden Lions lying on the wind waiting seismograph were chased up by the snowball one by one, and then the small mouth sucked, and all became the food in its stomach.

Gong Zhou was ashamed and angry when he saw that his magic weapon had failed continuously.

To my shame, I regard it as a treasure to show off. The seismograph is so vulnerable in front of the black dragon and the dog, the heart of weak water.

Angrily, Li shepherd and the little dog were so shameless that he felt a sense of shame.

The earth fairy is not powerful. Do you think I'm a sweet potato?

However, it is no wonder that Tianluo earth fairy would have such an idea.

The wind waiting seismograph is also a well-known artifact in China. It has the power to supervise the celestial phenomena and spy on all things. They can feel the slightest flow of real Qi in space. As long as there are any abnormal signs, they can respond very timely. Then the golden toads will be driven by their masters to test or fight people.

In the past, Gong Zhouyi rarely missed when he used the wind waiting seismograph to fight the enemy. One man led eight toads and eight lions, which looked very majestic and taboo.

Today, he faces the king of the dragon family and the heart of the weak water, both of which are famous demigods - gods. A mere seismograph waiting for the wind is not enough.

Gong Zhouyi saw the dog swallow the last golden lion with his own eyes. His body trembled and his long beard trembled.

His mouth was full of words. He held the body of the seismograph in his arms with both hands, and then kicked the foot. The sarcophagus he stepped on rushed in the direction of the snowball.

Boom——

The sarcophagus grew bigger and bigger, and soon became a huge stone house.

Snowball didn't like the smell of death in the sarcophagus. He waved his little claws and turned and ran away.

The sarcophagus seemed to have eyes. It was dressed in mysterious dark light and kept chasing after it. It looked like it would never give up until the snowball was locked in the sarcophagus.

At the same time, as soon as Gong Zhou reached out and gently brushed the column of the wind waiting seismograph, the wind waiting seismograph immediately turned rapidly.

"Well, moo mang -"

In the sky, a Sanskrit sound sounded. Golden notes floated out of the body of the seismograph waiting for the wind, converging into a long golden river and surrounded the black dragon in the sky.

Waiting for the wind to destroy the world curse!

The golden river is getting longer and longer, and the river composed of characters is becoming wider and wider. It was like a golden rainbow lying across the sky, but the golden rainbow was wrapped in the spirit of killing to besiege and snipe Li shepherd.

Boom——

The black dragon's huge head rushed down from the nine days and sprayed a dragon breath on the golden Milky way.

Bang——

The Milky Way collapsed and the golden characters splashed everywhere. It's like a strange shaped concealed weapon.

Cui Jianxin, a young man in black, held a ghost dish sword and cut off the black dragon's huge body one sword after another.

The ghost king is the most vicious and mysterious.

He knew that the dragon people were tough and tough. If they didn't hurt their vital points, it would be difficult to really kill them.

Moreover, the dragon clan has infinite power and can fight for many days without stop. In that case, all these people will die of exhaustion, and it will only suffer some minor injuries.

The location of the ghost King's attack is the head of the black dragon. His body is hidden in the dark shadow like smoke and fog, and then hide his whereabouts. Every time the sword is released, it can bring great trouble to the black dragon.

Yan Bolai has been looking at the overall situation.

When he saw that the wind city was broken and 100000 troops poured into the wind city, he knew that the trend was gone.

The windy city is lost.

They have lost a city.

What we can do now is to use all means to kill Li Yangyang, and use the great feat of killing dragons to minimize the losses on our side, so as not to let our reputation fall to the ground and smash.

"You must kill Li shepherd." When Yan Bolai thought so, he rushed towards the huge black dragon again——

Dark clouds rolled in the sky.

A slovenly old man in a dress whose original color could not be seen clearly appeared in the clouds, looked at the massacre on the ground and sighed deeply.

It was as dark as ink, and the old Taoist was dark all over.

However, when he stood on the cloud, it was like an ink stone in the ink, which made people find it at a glance. The sky and the darkness of the night can hardly hide its light.

"Wuliang Tianzun, who is so reckless in killing evil, aren't those people afraid to enter Shura hell?" The old Taoist priest recited the Taoist name with a sad expression on his face.

His eyes turned to the black dragon in the sky and several figures who fought with the black dragon, and his body flew towards the core battle area.

"Stop." The old Taoist priest in rags shouted.

There is a unique skill "Boeing skill" in the sound. Although the volume of the old Taoist is not large, it can clearly reach the ears of everyone or animals hundreds of miles around.

The sound is like a bell, which makes people's ears buzzing.

The battle stopped.

Above the ground, several legions who were fighting bloody battles finally stopped.

They looked up at the sky.

Above the sky, several figures fighting with the black dragon also quickly bounced away.

Because they felt the danger, they felt the majestic energy of Zhongzheng peace from the sound.

This' stop 'was majestic and majestic, making it difficult for people to resist.

Although the ghost king was not happy that someone jumped out to stir up the game at this time, he dared to speak to himself in such an ordered tone.

Even Li shepherd, who turned into a black dragon, stopped rolling and fighting. His huge head looked down, the blood mist in his eyes dissipated, and a trace of confused emotion flashed in his pupils.

"Is there anything more vicious than compatriots maiming each other?" The old Taoist priest in rags glanced at the audience and shouted.

"Who are you?" Yan Bolai stared at the old ragged Taoist priest and asked aloud, but he was quickly guessing his identity.

People in the Taoist school have such a high level of cultivation and are slovenly. They often wear rags. Their identity is ready to come out.

"Poor Ziyang." The old Taoist with broken clothes said calmly.

"Immortal Ziyang -" Yan Bolai exclaimed.

He arched his hands, bowed and said, "I didn't expect to be immortal Ziyang, one of the seven immortals in daomen. Younger generation, Yan Bo has come to see a real person -- "

"Yan Bolai -" immortal Ziyang pondered a little and said, "but the Lord of the wind city?"

"Exactly." Yan Bolai said in a deep voice.

Immortal Ziyang sneered at the corners of his mouth and said, "we used to deal with each other."

Yan Bolai was shocked in his heart, but he remained silent on his face. He turned passivity into initiative and asked aloud, "I don't know why immortal Ziyang is here?"

"During the tour, I saw this place full of evil spirit, so I came to have a look." Immortal Ziyang looked at the dead bodies and the blood in the wind city. He was very sad and shouted angrily, "but I didn't expect you to create some evil things here. It's really hateful."

"Ziyang, what are you? Dare you take care of the king? The king will kill if he wants. What can you do? " The ghost king is violent and cruel. He is used to being king in the ghost Kingdom, so he doesn't like the attitude of immortal Ziyang talking to him.

"Yes. What does my palace boat want to do with you Ziyang? Regardless of right and wrong, Taoist immortal is so fatuous? " Gong Zhouyi doesn't like others to talk to him condescending.

"Immortal Ziyang, listen to me." Yan Bolai hurriedly explained, pointed to the black dragon in the distance and said, "the dragon was startled in China. In order to avoid the murder of the dragon, life was ruined, so we gathered here to kill the Dragon - how can real people say that we made evil deeds?"

Immortal Ziyang turned his attention to the huge black dragon, looked at it for a long time, sighed gently, and said, "can you understand me?"

"--" the black dragon didn't answer, but stared at the face of immortal Ziyang and kept silent

"Are you my shepherd?" Immortal Ziyang asked again.

“——”

In the longan, the blood mist boils.

Soon, the blood mist disappeared again.

In the dark pupil, two hot tears rolled out.

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