She came here to rescue Zhu Minglang.

Bai Qinan had received Zhu Minglang's life-saving favor, not to mention that he was the son of his mentor, so she had to ensure Zhu Minglang's safety no matter what.

"He was selected as a tribute early. We follow him, and other disciples should be around here too." Lu Ying said.

"Hide a good breath, keep a distance, and cannot be discovered..."

The jungle gives hunters a hidden environment and gives prey a lot of space to hide, so they are still safe at this time.

"I didn't expect that anyone as strong as the Young Master would be caught."

"If the Dragon Shepherd Master cannot summon the dragon, he will be very weak, and he will be very desperate at this time." Lu Ying sighed.

"At the same time, except for the few heads in our team, no one else has become a tribute." Bai Qinan suddenly thought of this link and spoke to Lu Ying.

It can be seen that Lu Ying is a brave and resourceful sword cultivator. She hopes that this information will be of some help to analyze the ability of the Red-Secret Death Dragon.

"Maybe we encountered something before, we accidentally walked through the curse land. When the young master was patrolling the neighborhood, he accidentally stepped into there..."

"Shh!"

The few people suddenly became quiet.

They held their breath and stared at Zhu Minglang's back.

At this time, Zhu Minglang's steps were so stiff and strange. He was stepping on a dead grass. On the other end of the dead grass, a scarlet dragon was slowly waiting for him. The red dragon was thin and tall, just like a red blood robe waiting for people to kneel down to it.

Finally, Zhu Minglang arrived in front of the Red Pattern Death Dragon.

His body slowly pressed down, kneeling in front of the Red Death Dragon.

This red-patterned Death Dragon was the one that ate Zhou Feng of the Zhengting Sword Sect at that time. It was adult, cunning and arrogant. Its eyes were half-touched, looking at the prey this time.

Even though the saliva was flowing out, the adult red-patterned Death Dragon still looked down at Zhu Minglang like this, waiting for Zhu Minglang to kneel down completely. It was like an ancient ritual. The ceremony must be completed intact, so that the honor and elegance of the Red-patterned Death Dragon clan could be demonstrated.

One leg had already kneeled down, and the red-patterned Death Dragon opened its mouth in advance and showed off the cutting teeth. For it, Zhu Minglang, the dragon shepherd, is extremely nutritious, its divine body, its high soul, and the rare dragon tribes in its spiritual realm...

This is not a food, it is clearly the meat of a monk. You can become an immortal with just one bite!

...

"Do it!" At this moment, a distance between the purple sword girl Lu Ying issued an order.

Just as she spit out these two words, Zhu Minglang, who was half kneeling on the ground, suddenly made an incredible move, which was completely different from the behavior of other tributes!

It was a half-kneeling sword drawing style!!

He didn't have a sword in his hand, but the air suddenly became hot and felt that it was no different from burning!!

"Swish!!!!!!"

The sound of breaking through the air is crisp and pleasant, giving people a perfect auditory enjoyment. I saw a sword mark with red flames passing through the long neck of the red-patterned Death Dragon with a more perfect division line!!

The dense shrubs and maze-like trunks behind the red-patterned Death Dragon were cut open like a painting, and the hot flame suddenly ignited in the air, gorgeous and bright red, filling this strange area...

The head of the red-patterned Death Dragon was separated from its long neck and was slowly falling down.

The speed of this sword was so fast that it was not dead while the red-patterned Death Dragon's head was separated. Its half-muffed eyes were as big as a lantern, staring at Zhu Minglang!

In addition to the incredible stuff in these dragon pupils, they were more confused... What they were puzzled was how this person got rid of his tribute magic!!!

"Dong~~Dongdong~~~~~~"

The red-patterned Death Dragon's head rolled on the dead grass. At the same time, messy footsteps were heard behind Zhu Minglang, but the footsteps soon stopped behind Zhu Minglang.

Bai Qinan, Lu Ying, the white-clothed female sword god and others were stunned... Looking from them, the surrounding sword fire was shining brightly, and the vast jungle in front suddenly disappeared, revealing the long-lost starry night sky. The most important thing is that the red-patterned Death Dragon separated from the head!!

Zhu Minglang's back half-kneeled there was like a god of death holding a sword, cold but heroic. The action of drawing the sword and slashing the dragon even gave several people a sense of pleasure, as if the bad breath in his heart was instantly vomited out. This sword finally avenged shame!!

"Shao First Lord..."

Bai Qinan couldn't help calling.

Zhu Minglang focused on dealing with the Red Pattern Death Dragon, but he didn't notice that there were brave swordsmen coming to rescue him.

Looking at their weak bodies and pretty faces, Zhu Minglang suddenly realized that there were still many beautiful things in Yuhengxing Palace. He smiled and said, "I'm fine, I'm worried."

Dare to break through the fear of the Red-Secret Death Dragon to fight, this is not as simple as courage. Zhu Minglang looked at these women with admiration.

"But...but why are you..." The purple sword heavenly girl said in surprise, and even stuttered.

"Guwu~~~Guwu~~~~~~" The strange cry of the red-patterned Death Dragon sounded from different layers of shrubs.

"I will explain it to you when I destroy these fake gods of death!" Zhu Minglang said this and directly opened the door to the spiritual realm.

The picture is printed on Zhu Minglang's palm. There are sacred lights constantly changing. There are flaming dragon totems, glacier divine seals, and even the Nether Fire instantly fills the surroundings. In the rolling Nether Flames, a night emperor dragon with ancient horns and extremely majestic head flew out...

Lu Ying, Bai Qinan, and the female sword god in white were all stunned!

How many divine dragons does Zhu Minglang have? Each of these divine dragons has an absurdly high cultivation level, no less than some elder dragon groups in the Wanlong Valley!

It is said that the powerful Dragon Shepherd Master is equivalent to a sect. Lu Ying didn't believe it before, thinking that the supreme sword master is the king. Now she has to admit this fact!

Zhu Minglang was very angry.

The result of being angry is that when the whole dragon attacks, it will inevitably destroy the Red-patterned Death Dragon clan!!

These red dragons look like they are the master of the God of Death, so let them taste the taste of being tortured!!

"You take good care of your disciples, they have young eggs in their bone marrow." Zhu Minglang said to Lu Ying and Bai Qinan.

It took a long time for several people to come back to their senses and nodded.

With Zhu Minglang's sword that chopped off the red-patterned Death Dragon, Lu Ying and his men further confirmed that the red-patterned Death Dragon is not as terrible as imagined. They are not the real Death God, and people are not its miserable tribute!
Chapter completed!