"Bold!"
"Presumptuous!"
As soon as Xiao Changfeng''s voice fell, Feng Lingbei and Xu Mohe began to drink angrily.
All the disciples of the northern Tang clan raised their heads and glared at Xiao Changfeng.
The saints of the northern Tang Dynasty are in the minds of all the disciples of the northern Tang sect.
Is the supreme existence.
Comparable to gods.
Xiao Changfeng dared to speak shamelessly and slander?
It is the public enemy of the whole northern Tang clan.
"Don''t say that you only have one residual thought. Even if you are here, you are not qualified to let me plead guilty!"
Xiao Changfeng flicked his fingers and spoke proudly.
And his words.
Is to shock everyone again.
That''s arrogant!
Facing the former saints of the northern Tang Dynasty, he not only did not kneel down and plead guilty.
Instead, he talked nonsense and provoked.
This is suicide!
"It''s over. Xiao Changfeng has offended the saints of the northern Tang Dynasty. Even if he can leave alive today, he will be regarded as a public enemy by the northern Tang clan."
Some people sigh and think that Xiao Changfeng''s ending is settled.
It was just a covenant between him and the son of poison.
But by this time, things had become more serious.
Provoke the saints of the northern Tang Dynasty.
This is a capital crime even more than a capital crime!
"I dare to provoke my ancestors. I really don''t know how to live or die."
The son of 100 poisons knelt down and sneered in his heart.
He admitted that he was not Xiao Changfeng''s opponent.
But he thinks that once the sage of the northern Tang Dynasty comes out, Xiao Changfeng must die without life.
At this time, he couldn''t wait to hope that the saints of the northern Tang Dynasty could do it.
So Xiao Changfeng died.
All the humiliation he suffered today will disappear.
So
Xiao Changfeng must die!
"Boy, I gave you a chance. Since you don''t know how to cherish it, I have to erase you!"
The sage of the northern Tang Dynasty looked indifferent and looked at Xiao Changfeng faintly.
Immediately, his right hand behind his back stretched out and raised slightly.
Boom!
instant.
On the whole dragon cutting platform, the power of saints is stronger.
Around 100000 viewers can clearly feel the overwhelming and irresistible terror.
"Even if it''s just a wisp of holy grain, it still has the power of saints!"
Father Xie Yun trembled slightly and spoke bitterly.
The demon on one side was even more anxious.
"Grandpa, master Xiao must not die. Please help him!"
The demon pleaded, anxious.
However, the ancestor of evil cloud shook his head.
"It''s useless. Don''t say I can''t stop it. Even if I can stop it, it''s too late."
They are hundreds of meters away from the Dragon cutting platform.
Although this distance is only a blink for the ancestor of evil cloud.
But because of the particularity of the Dragon chopping platform.
The ancestor of evil cloud will be disturbed.
Besides.
Even without interference.
How could he be faster than the saint?
"Damn it, I can only fight!"
Hongdao clenched his teeth and felt the amulet with his palm, so he had to take it out and use it.
Iron rujun on one side was also shining in his eyes and thundering in his body.
One hundred thousand people held their breath.
One by one, they craned their necks and looked at the Dragon cutting platform.
Want to see the end of Xiao Changfeng.
And now.
Facing the invincible holy power of the saints of the northern Tang Dynasty.
Xiao Changfeng was happy and unafraid.
Stamp your foot.
"Dragon wake up!"
A low drink is like spring thunder on the tongue.
In an instant, the whole dragon cutting platform vibrated.
It''s not just the table.
It''s the whole mountain.
A strong and terrible breath suddenly emerged.
Like an ancient Tyrannosaurus Rex.
"What''s going on?"
Everyone was stunned when they felt the terrible breath that oppressed all sentient beings.
I don''t know why.
But soon, they saw an incredible picture.
I saw the Dragon chopping platform.
The mottled dark blood suddenly glowed.
These blood stains are the same as those veins.
It is called the blood of the ink dragon.
Is it
Thinking of some possibility, everyone trembled and couldn''t believe it.
"Sing!"
It seems that in order to prove everyone''s guess, a violent dragon chant shook the sky.
Soon everyone saw it.
On the Dragon chopping platform.
The countless bloodstains emitted a dark light.
This light is like waking up and condensing rapidly.
Finally, it turned into a shadow ten meters in size.
The head is single horned, scaly and dark, like a metal murderer.
"Ink dragon?"
The demon''s beautiful eyes stared at the dark shadow.
This place is called Molong mountain.
Thirty thousand years ago, the sage of the northern Tang Dynasty beheaded the Dragon here and became a saint.
Now more than 30000 years have passed.
The holy grain of the saints of the northern Tang Dynasty is revealed.
The blood of Mo Jiaolong was awakened.
Sage and ink dragon in northern Tang Dynasty.
The grudge 30000 years ago.
Should appear again?
Looking at the dark shadow of the ink dragon.
Everyone feels like a dream.
"How is this possible?"
Feng Lingbei and others almost stared out their eyes.
Nobody thought of it.
It was originally a battle between Xiao Changfeng and the son of poison.
It even implicated the past events of 30000 years ago.
At this time, even the saints of the northern Tang Dynasty frowned slightly.
Obviously, I didn''t expect Xiao Changfeng to wake up Mo Jiaolong''s residual thoughts.
"Yu Beitang, you damn human!"
As soon as Mo Jiaolong appeared, he stared at the saints of the northern Tang Dynasty.
The war killed him.
He also hated the saints of the northern Tang Dynasty.
"It''s just a defeated general!"
The sage of the northern Tang Dynasty spoke indifferently.
At the beginning, he cut the Dragon here and became a saint. Mo Jiaolong was the defeated general of his men.
At this time, even if it is just a wisp of residual thoughts.
But he still has the power of saints.
And Mo Jiaolong.
At the beginning, even if it was at its peak, it was only nine levels of great energy.
The saints of the northern Tang Dynasty were not afraid.
At this time, nature will not be afraid.
"Mo Jiao, I can give you a chance to avenge yourself."
At this time, Xiao Changfeng spoke again.
Let Mo Jiaolong turn his attention back.
First glance.
What he saw was a human youth, which was immediately disdained in his heart.
But the second eye.
But the pupil contracted, and immediately crawled on the ground in fear, respectful and incomparable.
"Lao Jiao, pay a visit to Lord Zhenlong!"
Mo Jiao saw Xiao Changfeng''s green dragon spirit.
Also felt the real Longwei.
This is for his descendants of the dragon race.
As believers see gods.
But Xiao Changfeng didn''t care.
But speak again.
"Old things, I won''t go into the cause and effect, but today, I can help you, so that you can avenge this and return your soul to heaven and earth. Are you willing?"
Xiao Changfeng spoke faintly.
The ink dragon is to stick its head to the ground and kowtow heavily.
"If Lord Zhenlong can let Lao Jiao take revenge, he will be devastated!"
The original gratitude and resentment are unforgettable to Mo Jiaolong.
The hatred in my heart is unprecedented.
Although he is dead, his resentment is still there.
That''s why.
Xiao Changfeng can wake him up again.
"A defeated general, an ignorant young man, just mole ants!"
The northern Tang sage''s eyes were cold, and the raised right hand gently.
In an instant, a red light, like a sword, went towards Xiao Changfeng.
This red light.
It''s even more terrible than the empty flying sword!
And now.
Xiao Changfeng''s face turned white and suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood essence.
"Hualong!"
Poof!
The blood essence fell on the ink dragon.
In an instant, the ink dragon had a single claw on its belly, and the Jiao grew wildly.
A real dragon power, like a volcanic eruption, erupted from his body.
This moment.
Mo Jiao gets blood essence and turns into a dragon for a short time!