True Immortal of the Netherworld

On the huge island where Feng Mingyuan is located.

Xu Yang and others fought fiercely with the princes of the East China Sea Palace.

The second red-robed prince first challenged Xu Yang. His body has transformed into a dragon scale, his soul power has greatly increased, and he has used the killing move of "Red Scale Wrath".

The second prince in red robe clenched his fists tightly and punched them out. The fists transformed into shapes, and a red-scaled dragon that was dozens of feet in size, with bloody eyes and an angry mouth, sharp horns and sharp claws, bit out, causing a huge red wave in the sky.

Xu Yang fought decisively. He activated the power of the Nether Scales he had just obtained, and wore a set of dazzling black scale armor. His combat power was overwhelming, and he responded to the enemy with his ultimate move "Nether Scale Fury".

The same fist was punched out, the fist wind condensed, a black flame ignited on the body surface, and a huge black scale dragon flying out, with black eyes, black horns, black hook teeth, and black Claws.

The two fatal moves collided.

"Boom!"

Just like the scaled dragons from ancient times competing for hegemony, the two hundred-foot scaled dragons, red and black, refused to give way to each other, and the void was neatly divided into red and black.

Boiling, scorching, bursting.

Where the two fists met, the void was torn open with spiderweb-like silver cracks, and the strong wind rumbled and dispersed like the tide.

After a moment of stalemate, the winner was announced.

"Swell!"

A huge impact hit the red-robed second prince, and he flew backwards like a cannonball for more than a hundred feet before he could barely stand still.

The red-robed second prince's originally scaly body quickly shrank back to its original appearance. He couldn't help the severe pain that almost tore his soul. His throat felt sweet, and with a pop, a line of blood-red spurted out for about ten feet.

"What a powerful disciple of the Heavenly Ghost Sect, this? This?" The red-robed second prince looked surprised, his eyes showing fear of the strong. He only felt as if his bones and muscles had been beaten a hundred times with a heavy hammer. They were so sore that he could no longer muster any strength. The entire palm of his hand was shaking, but he couldn't clench his fist.

Fortunately, the second prince in red robes was born with red scales and was quite powerful. Otherwise, this blow will definitely result in the bones and muscles being shattered and the body collapsing.

Xu Yang then flew back with the force of the counter-shock, and his whole body felt sore. Fortunately, with the black scale armor protecting the body, the impact did not put too much pressure on the soul.

Looking at the opposite side, Xu Yang exhaled a long breath and used his dolphin brain splitting technique to activate the Moonlight Technique and the Red Blood Soul Refining Technique on the left and right, which were twice as effective as before. The surface of every bone in his body shimmered like moonlight, and every muscle was washed by the powerful power of the blood soul. In just a few breaths, the discomfort in bones and muscles completely disappeared.

Xu Yang looked at his fists and was quite surprised by the power of the punch he just punched. He was also very satisfied with the defensive power of the black scale armor.

"Xiao Hei, the black scale armor you transformed is very powerful in offensive and defensive capabilities. What I didn't expect is that it fits so well with my ghost body." Xu Yang couldn't help but send a message.

"Master Xu Yang, given time, you will know the true strength of my Ming Lin." Ming Lin said proudly.

…

The other side.

Led by the eldest prince in gold robe, the third prince in purple robe, the fifth prince in green robe and the sixth prince in blue robe united to attack Guigu Changyang.

The scale dragon demon realms of the four of them were superimposed together, triggering an extremely powerful combined attack technique.

In the four-color demon realm, ripples rolled, and a four-headed scale dragon measuring dozens of feet emerged from it. The four heads have different colors, gold, purple, green, and blue, and they move their heads and tails in a horrifying manner.

Guigu Changyang responded calmly, showing the domineering and decisiveness of a peak swordsman.

"Rain Demon's Slash!"

The blade fell, rolling like thunder, a hundred feet long, and shaped like a dragon. I can't tell whether it is the scale dragon or the blade. Maybe the blade is the scale dragon and the scale dragon is the blade.

The meaning of the sword is like rain, and the strength of the sword is like a demon.

"Boom!"

The four-headed scale dragon and the rain demon scale dragon collided in the sky.

Gold, purple, green and blue, the four colors of thunder dance wildly, and powerful currents scratch the void.

But just a moment later, three of the four-headed scaly dragons collapsed under the blade of Rain Demon Slash.

"Woo!"

With a cry, the entire move collapsed and scattered.

A four-foot-long golden blade flew back, clicked, and was inserted into a rock fifty feet away, sinking into the hilt.

The ultimate move was broken, and the powerful counterattack force swallowed him up like a tiger's mouth. The eldest prince in gold robe, third prince in purple robe, fifth prince in green robe and sixth prince in blue robe, who were originally connected in a row with their arms around each other, were lifted up by the strong wind and fell to the ground, leaving only groans all over the ground.

…

at the same time.

The white-robed boy with two horns who seemed to have made no move stared blankly at Liu Haiyu, who was as still as water in front of him, with a look of hesitation on his slightly immature face, and thought to himself: "My father told me before that I got the Eight-Dimensional Scale Jiao. The great luck that has descended has the true bloodline of the Eight-Dimensional Royal Family, which has eight times the power of illusions than the blood of ordinary scale dragons. However, the powerful power of illusions I just used was unable to withstand the Liu Haiyu opposite me. The soul of the person in front of me How powerful is the force?”

Thinking of this, the white-robed boy with two horns looked back at the battleship docked in the distance. On the battleship, the Emperor of the East China Sea, who was dressed in a golden python robe and had two horns, was looking at him intently.

The defeat of several other princes did not make the Emperor of Donghai feel the slightest disappointed or dissatisfied. He believed that his youngest son, who was born with two horns like him, would eventually reverse the decline.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, would you like me to come over and help? Those thieves are too strong, and the safety of the princes is very important." The golden-armored general Boluo on the side suggested repeatedly.

The Great Emperor waved his hand without changing his expression, and then said firmly: "Let's see how the Eighth Prince performs."

Upon hearing this, General Boluo in the Golden Armor took a step back and said nothing.

Although the two are far apart, their eyes seem to be facing each other. This is the father's hope and trust in his son. The young man in white robe saw it and saw his father, who was already looking old, smiling and nodding towards him. He nodded in return and murmured: "Father."

Father as a mountain.

The white-robed boy with two horns turned around, his eyes no longer filled with panic, only the pride and confidence of the East China Sea scale dragon royal family. He was convinced that, like his father, he was of the orthodox scale-dragon bloodline with double horns. That was the honor of the scale-dragon royal family, and there was zero tolerance for failure.

"Liu Haiyu, the fight between us has just begun." The boy in the white robe with two horns pointed at Liu Haiyu opposite him and said loudly.

Liu Haiyu didn't answer. He remained calm on the surface, but there was a commotion in his heart.

"The white-robed young man opposite is anything but simple. He has such a powerful illusion. If I hadn't comprehended a trace of the source of power in the Tao Saint Lotus Pond, I'm afraid the outcome would have been unpredictable."

It can make Liu Haiyu's powerful Taoist heart fluctuate, and the strength shown by the boy in white robe and two horns is also very powerful.

Seeing that Liu Haiyu ignored him, the boy in white robe and horns awkwardly retracted his finger pointing at Liu Haiyu.

"snort!"

With a slight snort, the white-robed young man formed a strange magic formula with his hands. On his fingertips, eight colors of fluorescent light - red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple and black - circulated and made a muffled sound.

Suddenly, a powerful force burst out, triggered by a pair of sharp horns on the white-robed young man's forehead, and an eight-color light beam shot straight into the sky.

High in the sky, the eight-color light beam seemed to penetrate the void. What remained in front of you was a slowly rotating eight-color magic circle that was a hundred acres in size. On the eight-color magic circle, large swathes of strange runes kept flowing.

"Yachiyin!"

The boy in white robe shouted.

The eight-color formation, which was a hundred acres in size and covered a whole area of ​​the world, was filled with arcs of electricity, demonic winds were blowing, and a huge demonic thing was slowly descending from it.

"What a powerful soul power, he can actually activate such a large-scale formation by himself." Liu Haiyu on the opposite side couldn't help but be surprised.

Liu Haiyu has made great achievements in formations, and he can tell at a glance how powerful the opponent's formations are.

"Ouch!"

With a shocking beast's roar, the surface of the East China Sea with a radius of hundreds of miles shook, and huge waves were set off.

In an instant, the sky and sea changed color.

I saw a blue-grey, eight-headed scaled dragon beast with a size of a hundred feet twisting out of the formation. This giant beast has eight heads, bared teeth and an angry mouth, stirring the heaven and earth, rumbling like thunder.

beast.

A beast.

A vicious beast.

…

"Eighth Prince, I didn't expect that at such a young age, you could really withstand the fate of the Eight-Different Scaled Dragon sent down by me. This time, since you can summon me, I will recognize you." The eight-headed creature in the sky said the beast loudly.

Its sound is like thunder, spreading for hundreds of miles without stopping.

On the battleship, the Emperor of the East China Sea showed a look of satisfaction on his old face, nodded frequently, and whispered: "My son, the Baqi lineage will depend on you in the future."

The golden-armored general Boluo on the side saw the eight-dimensional scale dragon, his eyes showed a look of faith, as if there was an electric current flowing through him, he couldn't help but shuddered, and he quickly bowed like a salute.

The soldiers of the scaled dragon clan on the thirty warships were all excited and encouraged, waving their weapons and shouting in unison: "The eight-dimensional scaled dragon, powerful in the East China Sea, the god of faith, may live as long as the sky." …”

"I didn't expect that Lao Ba actually got the inheritance of the Eight-Dimensional Scaled Dragon. It's really ridiculous to think that we have been secretly and openly competing for the position of crown prince for many years." The golden-robed eldest prince said with a wry smile.

"How could it be Lao Ba? He is just a child." The second red-robed prince said with a look of reluctance.

"That's fine. Perhaps the eighth brother becomes the crown prince, or even the great emperor in the future. This may be the best outcome." The third prince in purple robe thought to himself.

The fifth prince in green robe and the sixth prince in blue robe had been knocked unconscious by Guigu Changyang's move. They were lying together, holding hands, wondering what was happening in front of them?

"What a powerful monster." Xu Yang exclaimed when he saw this. He felt strong pressure, which was the pressure of high-level cultivation on low-level cultivation.

"Master Xu Yang, don't worry. This is just a clone of that guy Baqi. With the ability of the eighth prince, it is far from enough to summon the original body of the eight-headed boy here." came the message in Xu Yang's ears. The voice transmission of Ming Lin.

"There really is a guy with eight heads in this world. He looks like he can be chopped off for a while." Guigu Changyang teased with no fear in his blue-gray eyes.

"Boy Changyang, don't underestimate the clone of this eight-dimensional scale dragon. Back then, neither I nor the big black man was a match for its true form." The voice of the gray-scale dragon came from the scabbard.

…

Liu Haiyu looked back and saw Yun Qiaoer, who was in a weak state and was being supported by A'Zhu's hands.

"Cough cough cough." Yun Qiao'er coughed slightly, raised her beautiful eyes slightly, looked into Liu Haiyu's eyes, and said affectionately: "Hai Yu, be careful."

Liu Haiyu nodded, then turned around, his eyes full of determination, and said calmly: "Let me do it."