The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

Hearing the unbridled ridicule of Dragon King Ao Fan, Jiuling Yuansheng's face was extremely ugly, his demon power was exhausted, and the magic weapon was taken away again. Looking at the nine beads on the top of his head, the light was dim at this time, and it was obviously a doomed situation .

It's just that you don't want to die in Ao Fan's hands so soon, Jiuling Yuansheng, a ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he saw countless silk threads stretching out of Jiuling Yuansheng's body, and went straight to the surviving monsters on Zhujie Mountain.

Looking at this scene, Dragon King Ao Fan raised his eyebrows. Judging from the thread, Jiuling Yuansheng was not going to let go of the monster on Zhujie Mountain.

I saw that the scattered threads entangled many monsters in an instant, and absorbed all the monster power from the monsters in just a moment. The monster that turned into a mummy was blown by the breeze and instantly turned into powder and flew away with the wind.

In just the blink of an eye, many demonic beasts with true immortal cultivation were killed. Suddenly there were screams all over Zhujie Mountain, and there were sounds of pleading everywhere.

"Old Ancestor, Old Ancestor, spare your life!"

A demon beast with Taiyi Golden Immortal cultivation was instantly entangled in silk threads, and was still making its final struggle, trying to get Jiuling Yuansheng to let him go.

However, this shout did not receive a response from Jiuling Yuan Sheng, but the demonic power in his body was absorbed completely within a moment.

All this happened suddenly. Looking at the tragic scene in front of him, Feng Feng was dumbfounded. He was shocked when he saw the thread rushing towards him.

Feng Feng waved his arm, and a strong wind rolled towards the silk thread, but it was still to no avail. He was only a Taiyi Golden Immortal, how could he resist the moves of the Nine Spirits Yuansheng.

Seeing that he was about to be wrapped up, Fengfeng felt a pain in his heart. He had no choice but to give up the resistance and stood there with his eyes closed waiting to die. After waiting for a while, the demonic power on his body did not dissipate.

Slowly opening his eyes and looking intently, he saw a layer of golden light in front of him, and the dragon power radiating from it was obviously the hand of Dragon King Ao Fan.

Looking up towards the sky, Fengfeng hurriedly knelt down and said loudly: "Thank you Dragon King for saving me."

Ao Fan glanced at Tongtian and ignored him. Instead, he looked at Ao Moang and said, "Keep an eye on him. I can't take care of him for the time being."

"Follow the order of the Dragon King!"

Ao Moang responded hurriedly, and then came to Dongfeng in an instant, grabbed the other person's collar, lifted him up and left Zhujie Mountain.

At this time, Dongfeng didn't dare to resist, and stood beside Ao Moang without moving. If the Dragon King hadn't come to the rescue, he might have died long ago, so it was better to be obedient at this time.

At this time, Jiu Ling Yuan Sheng had almost killed all the monsters on Zhujie Mountain, and his demon power had also been replenished a lot. The only troublesome thing was that the demon power had different attributes. Just to defeat the Dragon King, Jiu Ling Yuan Sheng no longer cared about it. There are so many.

Feeling the complex demonic power in Nine Spirits Yuan Sheng, Dragon King Ao Fan coldly snorted and said: "You are really getting more and more alive. You have slaughtered all your descendants and subordinates. I am afraid you have become a demon."

"As long as I am alive, there is no need to worry about Zhujie Mountain not being able to prosper. They have deserved their death. It is their blessing to be valued by this king."

Jiuling Yuan Sheng looked at Dragon King Ao Fan with red eyes, and his wanton laughter made the surviving Vengeance turn pale and feel a lot of chill in his heart.

"You think you can defeat me this way, Jiuling, you are still too naive."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dragon King Ao Fan swung out the God-Slaughter in his hand, and a beam of red light instantly struck at the head of Jiuling Yuan Sheng.

One of the lion heads of the Nine Spirit Yuansheng suddenly exhaled a stream of smoke, which instantly caught the falling sword light, and then slashed to the side while wiping his own body. The smoke expanded rapidly and returned to normal in the blink of an eye, apparently absorbing the power of Ao Fan's sword.

Dragon King Ao Fan was not in a hurry. He turned around and kicked the Supreme Golden Cudgel on one side towards the Nine Spirits Yuansheng. The huge strength made the Supreme Golden Cudgel reach in an instant.

Seeing this, Jiu Ling Yuan Sheng hurriedly set up a barrier, but as soon as it came into contact, he was pierced by the Supreme Golden Cudgel, and then slammed into Jiu Ling Yuan Sheng.

A sharp pain suddenly came from his back, and Jiuling Yuan Sheng screamed in pain. Before he could recover, he saw Ao Fan swinging out another knife.

Before he had time to react, he saw the light of the sword falling instantly, blood spurting out from the sword, and a lion's head rolling to the ground instantly.

Jiuling Yuansheng roared suddenly, and the severe pain gave Jiuling Yuansheng no chance to react. In an instant, nine lion heads became eight.

"You're just a false saint. Do you really think that this king can't kill you?"

Dragon King Ao Fan looked at Jiuling Yuansheng who was missing a head with a sneer, his eyes full of sarcasm. The Ancestral Dragon Art in the body was also running crazily, and the dragon power in the body also increased a lot in an instant.

Upon noticing the changes in his body, Ao Fan was startled for a moment, then became thoughtful, staring at the remaining eight heads of the Nine Spirits Yuansheng with shining eyes.

Facing Ao Fan's eyes, Jiuling Yuan Sheng couldn't help but panic and took a step back involuntarily. Looking at the other party warily, there seemed to be something wrong with the way Dragon King Ao Fan looked at him.

Just when he was doubting, he saw the God of Slaughter in Ao Fan's hand swinging out a few more times. This time the attack was much stronger than before. The murderous aura made Jiu Ling Yuan Sheng freeze up before he could react. , the initial pain burst out again, and the demonic power on his body suddenly weakened. Another one of his own heads was chopped off.

As Jiuling Yuansheng's head was cut off, an undetectable thin thread submerged into Ao Fan's body in an instant, and Ao Fan felt the dragon power in his body increase again in an instant.

At this time, Ao Fan realized that although the Jiuling Yuansheng was a false saint, he had been practicing in closed doors for all these years, and he was not sleeping. At least he had realized a trace of the way of heaven, which was hidden in these nine heads, and now he cut it off by himself. Two of them, the power in them will naturally be absorbed by you.

At this time, Jiuling Yuansheng also sensed something was wrong, endured the severe pain in his body, and looked at the smiling Dragon King Ao Fan in horror, the way of heaven he had comprehended was actually absorbed by the other party!

Such unbelievable things would actually happen to me. Jiuling Yuansheng looked at Dragon King Aofan in horror. At this time, he was really scared. When had he seen this kind of move, it was even more perverted than his own devouring. Absorb it, I'm afraid I won't be able to save any of my nine heads.

Thinking of this, Jiuling Yuansheng couldn't help but feel a chill in his neck. At this time, Dragon King Ao Fan was staring at Jiuling Yuansheng with a smile on his face, and the killing intent behind him appeared from time to time, and the thunder light appeared from time to time, which looked like an ancient demon god descended into the world. Then there was a voice that sounded like it was coming from Jiuyou.

"Be good, stay where you are and don't move. I will give you a good pleasure."