"Well, I know, I know you can defeat him, but here is too close to the gods. If nothing unexpected happens, several gods from Xuan Ge will come at the first time. If the battle drags on for too long, this guy will escape from heaven. I can't let him go, absolutely not!" Zhu Minglang said to the Dragon of Hell.

As he said this, Zhu Minglang turned around and looked at the purple dragon that was tied tightly by the iron chain hooks, and saw the shocking wound on its abdomen!

This doggy critter!

The dragon that hurts his own face in front of him!!

Such things are absolutely untolerated!!

And he must die!

At the same time, Zhu Minglang could not allow the powerful existences of the Shendu to interfere. Liu Shen almost survived at that time because Xuan Ge calculated that scene.

I think Xuan Ge will have some insight into today's battle.

But Xuan Ge didn't know his true strength.

Therefore, before Xuan Ge arrives, he must slaughter the saint of war!

"Bai Qi!"

"Kill it!"

Zhu Minglang opened the spiritual realm and summoned Fengyue Yingchen White Dragon!

The ice breath is like the most primitive coldness in the universe. The ice is without a trace of life, and it has been soaked in darkness for billions of years...

The coldness descended in this dark gulf. The empty divine moon hung in the chaos. Gradually, the moonlight was like a feather. The divine moon turned into a bright white dragon. The layers of wings were holy and majestic!

Fengyue Yingchen's white dragon swooped down, it danced cleverly, and the moon shadow instantly. Every time you could clearly see its figure, it was a picture that seemed to be still, with claw marks, tail stings, dives, rotors, and ice...

However, for the War Saint Qiu He, these scenes were completed in an instant. It only saw one flash of moonlight after another, only saw the virtual image of this dragon, but all the attacks were real!

The time of the blood Shura Qiu He seemed to be still, while the time of the white dragon was flowing!

"Crack creak creak!!!!"

Suddenly, the blood Shura Qiuhe diamond skin exploded like a red-hot ceramic, bursting everywhere.

Qiu He didn't even know what happened. He suffered from tearing, puncture, fracture, and body explosion in a very short time, and an irresistible cold was rigidifying its soul and taking away its vitality. Even the battle flames on his body were extinguishing at an extremely fast speed!!

"Medium Dragon General!!!" War Saint Qiu He felt unbelievable.

It is already a fantasy for a small sect leader to have the powerful and invincible dragon of Hell. What Qiu He couldn't imagine is that the other party also has such a terrifying existence as a middle-level dragon general!!

The incarnation of cultivation only allows the War Saint Master Qiu He to temporarily have the strength of a lower-level divine general. However, the strength shown by this white dragon divine dragon general seems to be far beyond his own cultivation, making War Saint Master Qiu He feel a sense of oppression and powerlessness facing the top position and even facing the god-level existence!!

The burning Shura divine blood was like the frozen water of the dead river. The breath of war rage erupted from the white dragon like the residual flames in the wind. The white dragon launched an attack again. The Battle Saint Qiu He only felt that the world suddenly disappeared, leaving behind a pair of cold moon eyes. These cold eyes were looking directly at the God of Death!!

Annihilation Eyes!!

The eyes shot out, and the darkness completely disappeared. There was only a cold silver ash in the world. Then the undulating and magnificent earth turned into nothing. The clouds and winds all over the sky turned into deep and terrifying abyss. The blood Shura Qiu He, standing between the two, his Shura physique was disintegrating. He knelt down under this powerful annihilation power. Below was the endless cave of death, and above was the boundless abyss of purgatory heaven. The will of life was struggling to support it, but it was as fragile as the grass in the storm!!

The Battle Saint Qiu He felt the pain and the approaching death.

He raised his head and looked up at the Master Zhu whom he looked down upon. The skin on the cheeks of the Saint Lord Zhao Qiu He was drying and flying, and his eye bones were exposed. The pupils that were barely protected were filled with fear, like a wild dog being crushed, pitiful, uneasy...

"Don't...don't...please, please...don't..." The Saint of War Qiu He spit out a few vague words.

The arrogant and arrogant person that was not long ago had disappeared without a trace. At this moment, he was like two different lives, the arrogant Shura blood god, the humble and begging for mercy on the slaughter!

"I will do what you want to die!" Zhu Minglang did not have any sympathy.

"You don't dare...you don't dare to kill me..." Qiu He saw Zhu Minglang without any wavering murderous intent, as if he was deceiving himself, "This is Xuan Ge, you are godless and unnamed...you are provoking the god of Tianshu..."

"Provocation?? I'm here to destroy the divine power!!" Zhu Minglang had a smile on his face, but this smile seemed as cold as a demon to the eyes of the War Saint Qiu He!

Destroy the power of the gods!

It seemed as if at this moment, such an intention came to Zhu Minglang's mind!

This will cannot tell whether it is the original heart of the righteous god or the demon heart that every god has, but at least at this time Zhu Minglang despises the so-called divine power!!!

In the eyes of the Saint War Lord Qiu He, the eyes also disappeared under the power of annihilation. This time he no longer transformed into a special golden skeleton, but actually turned into a skeleton in this annihilation.

His flesh and blood, whether after the Shura was transformed, no longer had any breath of life, and turned into a dead shell!

Looking at the Zhan Saint Lord who turned into bone tools, Zhu Minglang was not even willing to leave a bone scum for him.

But at this moment, a ray of divine light, like the dawn light, penetrated the surrounding darkness, filled the huge dark gap, and dispelled all chaos that could not be seen through.

Zhu Minglang noticed all this and took Feng Yue Yingchen's white dragon back into his spiritual realm, leaving only the Dragon of Hell.

The Dragon of Hell stood under these holy lights, with a little anger and irritability.

It doesn't like sunshine, but it's not afraid of sunshine!

The world brightened again.

On the east side of Zhu Minglang, the vast divine army wearing golden armor was forming a large earth formation. At first glance, it looked like a golden flat lake, spectacular and amazing!

This is the divine army separated by Zhu Minglang, holding a hundred thousand chains. When they could see the dark gap, they saw a real bone...

"Is that... War Saint Lord? That skeleton..." The commander of the Hook Locking God Army said in disbelief.

In the direction of the Holy Mountain City, there was another army of tens of thousands of Fiery Armored Dragons. They were also blocked by the gulf. They stood on the edge of the annihilation of the earth, looking at the sinking dark canyon, one by one, they were frightened. The power of the gods made the army of the divine kingdom look a little small!

However, the Divine Army was still rushing towards these two dark chasms, flowing from the holy mountain, and flying over from all directions of the sky.

Not long after, hundreds of thousands of gods had appeared around Zhu Minglang. The sky above his head was densely covered with divine weapons. Their clothes and armor were generally gold, blue gold, platinum, red gold, and brown gold. There were a total of four gods who came, all stationed near the Shendu!

The army of the Kingdom of God is vast, and the golden armor reflects on the mountains and clouds, turning this place into a golden ray of clouds.

"The murder of the Holy Lord is unforgivable!!"

"The murder of the Holy Lord is unforgivable!!"

"The murder of the Holy Lord is unforgivable!!"

The army of the Kingdom of God fears the power of the gods, but this is the Xuange God Capital, with the divine light of Xuange. Behind them is the Xuange Temple, and they are still moving forward bravely!!

Zhu Minglang is now like a golden ocean of divine troops. He is standing on the head of the Dragon of Hell, just like an isolated island.

Every Divine Army has a leader.

The Qin Sect Master was next to Long Shengjun, the leader of the Earth Dragon God Army. His face was filled with horror. He didn't know what words to use to describe this picture!

In the place where the Xuange Temple can shine directly, in front of hundreds of thousands of Xuange divine troops, Qiu He, the war saint of Xuange divine kingdom????

Is this young Sect Master Zhu possessed by a demon god?

What made Qin Xi feel the most outrageous was that when the army of the Divine Kingdom surrounded him, he had no awe at all. He calmly walked towards the purple dragon trapped by the chains, took out some herbs, and applied the wounds on the abdomen to the purple dragon with a wild aura.

The army was still coming at a tide speed. The two major gaps where Zhu Minglang was located happened to be the area where the earth was sinking. People could clearly see Zhu Minglang's actions.

He treated Zilong's wounds, walked to Zilong again, and gently sootheed it.

"It's okay, it's okay, they won't hurt you anymore." Zhu Minglang said these words and printed a palm on the purple dragon's bloody forehead.

The spiritual mark was re-established, and some vague memories also emerged in Zilong's mind.

In fact, these memories have not been erased in its heart. Even if it fights in nature filled with cruel laws, it still remembers those scenes.

It was a soft hand that held itself out of the dirty mud.

It was the owner of this hand who patiently tore the beef into shreds, slowly feed it to his mouth, and then said something to encourage himself...

Zilong remembers more clearly that when he was just a small wild dragon, he fought his best in the first battle and almost broke his tail. It was also such a cool and sticky herb that was applied to his wounds through these hands.

The warmth and softness of this hand is so familiar no matter how many years it has been!

“Su~~~~~~~~~~~~~~”

"You have become a purple dragon, a little wild dragon." Zhu Minglang smiled. He never thought that the little wild dragon that was rejected and thrown away by others had become a purple dragon, and... it seemed that it was still a thunderbolt purple dragon.

I almost forgot that Onokao already has the bloodline of Thunder Dragon!
Chapter completed!