too numerous. I'm afraid we won't last long." 。"The demonic bears were numerous, and Xiong Yao could see his Hao Yi demon fire dwindling under these strange grey waves. His face contorted in pain." 。T..."Blood Prison Technique A clown like you dares to show off!" Wen Ting pointed his finger, a beam of light surged forward silently, piercing through the void. A shrill scream echoed, a bloody figure materialized in mid-air, then vanished without a trace.
Wen Ting pointed a finger, obliterating Wumu Feng completely.
“Blood Lizard, Eight Bells Lock Dragon, what a vicious scheme!” Wen Tingdao, as the tribe’s elder who had retired for many years, was senior to Wen Kaishan in terms of seniority. He was the last surviving elder of the tribe. If it wasn't for an enormous crisis that the tribe couldn't withstand, Wen Tingdao would hardly leave his seclusion. This time, Wen Tingdao was originally in closed-door training,
I felt a sudden unease in my heart.
At once upon sensing a change, he immediately broke through the barrier.
Who knew that upon emerging, one would encounter a hidden dragon's qi being locked.
With the keen eye of a literate person, one could see blood-colored lizard toads arranged in a palatial formation guarding the surroundings. The shadows of these blood-colored lizard toads intertwined with the dragon shadows inside, engaged in a fierce struggle. Although the dragon shadow, formed by the energy of the hidden dragon, was constantly moving and dodging within the confines, there was no sign of it breaking free in the short term.
Wen listened to the cold snort, he stretched out his palm and patted it on the ground. The roar of the sea surged straight down. At this time, from within the eight bells underground, blood light flashed simultaneously, and a huge palm print greeted Bu Shang. With a boom, the surroundings shook violently, patches of blood exploded, blue waves rippled, and a gust of salty, bloody sea wind rose out of thin air.
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"Blood Hell Netherworld Palm, so it's you, the rebellious dragon!" Wen Ting said. His palm was blocked, and through the movement of the opponent's attack just now, he had already figured out the opponent's identity. Wen Ting looked far into the distance.
"Wen Ting, after all these years, you old monster are still alive,"
I thought there was only Wen Kaisan guarding the Shaolong Mountain range. I didn't expect you, old man, to be here too. Well then, this time I'll send you both on your way together.
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Tens of thousands of miles away, Shun Dongxiao and Wen Tingdao exchanged glances. This Eight-Clock Locking Dragon Formation was exactly what Shun Dongxiao had planned behind the scenes. There were several other pawns like Xiumu Feng, but only Xiumu Feng succeeded. However, as long as one pawn fell into place, although it was a bit troublesome, the Dragon Clan's Protective Array of Xiaolong Mountain would have a loophole. Originally, this didn't matter much to external enemies, but for Shun Dongxiao, who was born and raised in this land, it was a fatal flaw!
"Failing to eradicate your rebellious nature back then was the greatest mistake the tribe ever made." Wen Tingdao narrowed his eyes. The Eight Bells Locking Dragon formation was complete, the Blood Lizard Phantom and Hidden Dragon Qi were already intertwined. If there were no outside interference, Wen Tingdao could still guide other Hidden Dragon Qi to join in and eliminate these blood toad phantoms.
It's just that Shun Dongxiao, this rebellious dragon clan member, actually dared to appear openly outside the Xiaolong Mountain Range. He must have been plotting for a long time to plan this. This tribal disaster is not small! The other party will definitely not give him the opportunity to release this part of the trapped hidden dragon's aura.
"It was indeed the tribe's greatest mistake, and now I will destroy your entire tribe,"
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Even the entire dragon clan within this secret realm!” Shun Dongxiao burst into laughter. “Wen Tingdao, old man,"
I was originally going to find Wen Kaisan, but since I've run into you, I might as well take your head first. Come and see how powerful my Ten Directions Blood Prison is!
As Shun Dongxiao's laughter echoed, a wave of bloody mist surged upwards. This thick and eerie blood-colored mist billowed ominously, with screams of blood spirits rising within it like a sea of blood. It resembled a hellish realm, trapping countless vengeful souls. The oppressive bloodlust permeated the air, corrupting the immortal herbs and spiritual trees on the ground, staining them crimson.
Shun Dongxiao took a single step forward, as if he could shorten the space itself. A bloody portal materialized in mid-air. Before the opponent's laughter had fully reverberated, Shun Dongxiao stepped out of the portal and with a raised hand, unleashed dozens of blood pillars towards Wen Tingdao.
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As Wen Ting listened, a blue tide surged in the void behind him. Dozens of water pillars rose to meet it. A deafening roar shook the ground, which seemed unable to withstand such immense tremors. The entire Black Crane Gorge was torn apart.
"Just so!" Wen heard, with a wave of his left sleeve, the sea behind him surged. The azure tide churned and produced dozens of gigantic water dragons. Roaring fiercely, the dozens of water dragons clashed and charged towards Shun Dongxiao.
The boundless ocean waves seemed endless, and even the dragon's might of Wen Tingdao echoed within this fathomless tide. Shun Dongxiao's face shifted slightly; Wen Tingdao, the old monster, truly lived up to his reputation as a patriarch elder. His cultivation surpassed even Wen Kaishan's. Shun Dongxiao considered himself fortunate to have survived countless near-death experiences, reaching a level of cultivation that should surpass Wen Kaishan. That's why he had contacted Wu Shou Bai Shi and the Feng Lei Yi Lin beast clan and rushed back. If he were alone against Wen Tingdao, his chances would be slim, but this time, he wasn't fighting alone.
Almost at the same time as Shun Dongxiao made his move, a sinister and heavy stench of death rose from the ground, forming a gigantic shadow resembling a cauldron. A door appeared on top of this shadow.
“The Yin You Pot!” Wen listened to a startled cry. Over the years, the Wushou Bai Shi clan had clashed with the Dragon Clan quite a bit, and the number of counterfeit Yin You Pots they had forged was already considerable, causing no small amount of trouble for the Dragon Clan tribes. However, this time it was not a counterfeit, but the real Yin You Pot. This genuine Yin You Pot was the treasured heirloom of the Wushou Bai Shi clan. Ordinary counterfeits were of lower quality and could only be placed in one location to provide cover for a certain number of Corpse Armies, avoiding detection by other hostile forces.
This time, Lu Xia Tian and Wen Yan's group were ambushed because of this. However, the ambush on Lu Xia Tian, this imitation, could only conceal the aura of 10,000 elite soldiers from the Corpse Army. As for the true Hidden Yin Pot, not only could it accommodate tens of thousands of elite Corpse Clan soldiers, but it also had a huge teleportation array, continuously transporting the army of the Headless White Corpses. However, this was also the case after Wen Kaisan had already sent many tribal elites to the Tianmu Thirty-Six Altar and suffered heavy losses there.
Otherwise, the Wushe Bai Shi clan would not dare to directly place the Yin You Hu in the outer perimeter of the Xiaolong Mountain region. Once something goes wrong, damage to the Yin You Hu could shake the very foundation of the Wushe Bai Shi clan.
Seeing the Yin You Hu appear outside the perimeter of Xiao Long Mountain Territory, Wen Ting Dao's expression was heavier than ever before. The fact that the Wu Shou Bai Shi clan took such a step meant they were determined to win at all costs. At this moment, a vein of dragon energy in Xiao Long Mountain Territory had already been locked, and the protective formation of the tribe was incomplete. Facing the full-scale invasion of the corpse army, the entire tribe was on the verge of collapse!
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"Since you know of this Yin You Vase, it means the destruction of your clan is upon us today!" As hordes of headless white corpses surged forth to attack Xiaolong Mountain, a vast and oppressive wave of corpse qi rolled in. Shun Dongxiao let out a long laugh, raising his hand, and dozens of Blood Hell Apes with horns on their foreheads emerged from a bloody light. Roar! The Blood Hell Apes pounded their chests and clashed with the attacking Water Dragons in a fierce melee.
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