"What are you doing?"
As soon as Princess Long took two steps forward, she felt something was wrong. Looking back, she saw Mu Zhao's face full of malevolence, blood dripping from his fingers, his expression crazed.
Behind him, the golden True Dragon's blood was gushing out, turning into a strange light that was rarely seen in this world.
Princess Long felt like the world was spinning, as if she was hit hard. She felt a sweet taste in her throat, almost vomiting blood on the spot.
— — the Dragon's Blood Ritual Array, break!
What is Mu Zhao trying to do?
Once the Dragon's Blood breaks through the Crystal Glazed Pagoda, it will purify all people with Dragons' blood, even he himself will be destroyed — — why is he doing this?
Princess Long stared at Mu Zhao's bloody hands, then suddenly trembled, asking in disbelief: "Could it be … you've already extracted the Dragons' blood?"
Mu Zhao's blood is bright red, it doesn't have the hidden golden color that Dragons' blood should have.
Just now Princess Long was affected by his resolute action, she didn't notice this detail.
"Hahahahaha!"
Mu Zhao burst out laughing, "Little girl, what's so good about Dragons' blood? In this rotten world, only blood is precious, it's deeply rooted, it's harmful! "
He always thought that he wasn't any worse than his brother, King Dalong Of Zhao, but because he wasn't a direct descendant, he would never have the chance to inherit the position of the Dragon Emperor Palace Master. Even if King Dalong Of Zhao passed away, the one to take over the position would only be his direct descendant, not Mu Zhao, his half-brother.
The hatred in her heart was burning.
"Just … just because of this, Second Uncle, you want the entire Dragon Emperor Palace to be destroyed?"
Regret filled Princess Long's heart, she gritted her teeth, her face pale.
No matter what, she didn't think that Mu Zhao would be so ruthless. Since he had extracted the Dragons' blood, he would not be affected by the purification of the True Dragon's Blood and could wreak havoc without restraint.
He would have to pay a huge price for this. The martial arts of Dragons that he had cultivated for decades would be destroyed in a single day. Was it really worth it?
"The Lord has decreed that the Dragon Emperor Palace shall be destroyed!"
Mu Zhao's tone was stiff. He spread his hands apart, trying to tear the gap in the altar wider.
"Stop!"
Although the situation was almost irreversible, Princess Long still had to make a last resort. She stretched out her right hand, wanting to capture Mu Zhao and return to the altar to see if there was a glimmer of hope to appease the Dragon's Blood.
Mu Zhao let out a 'heh' sound. His right hand swung backward, carrying a sinister black Qi, and attacked Princess Long's vital points.
"This is …"
Princess Long originally thought that Mu Zhao had given up on the Dragon's Blood and that his vitality would be greatly damaged, so it should be easy to capture him. She didn't expect him to still have the strength to resist. This martial art with a demonic aura was obviously not of good origin.
"You actually cultivated this demonic art, you are the shame of the Dragons!"
Princess Long angrily rebuked. Her palms transformed, the dragon-shaped golden Qi turned into nine heads, baring their fangs and claws at Mu Zhao.
Under Shen Zhenyi's guidance, she had cultivated to the ninth level of the Greater Nine Heavens Illusion Art. Nine Dragons Transformation, Swallowing the Sky and Covering the Sun.
Mu Zhao was not shocked, but angry. He said angrily, "You can actually cultivate to the Nine Dragons Realm, damn it!"
Due to the limitations of his bloodline, Mu Zhao had only cultivated to the Seven Dragons Realm for hundreds of years. Seeing that this little niece of his had cultivated to the Nine Dragons Realm at such a young age, he was even more furious. He put his palms together, staining them with blood, and the black Qi became denser, turning into a cloud, as if it wanted to swallow Princess Long's dragon-shaped golden Qi.
When the Greater Nine Heavens Illusion Art came into contact with Mu Zhao's black Qi, a sizzling sound was heard. The dragon roared and rapidly shrank, as if it was being corroded.
Princess Long's heart trembled, and she hurriedly withdrew her hands. The nine dragons' shape dispersed, and she found that the back of her hands were red. Although the skin was not broken, it was still burning with pain.
"You … what kind of demonic martial art is this?"
The black Qi in Mu Zhao's hands actually had the strange ability to restrain the Dragons Martial Art!
"This is the Dark Sky Devouring Dragon Energy passed down by Master. It won't be easy for the people of the Dragons to defeat me!"
Mu Zhao smiled maliciously. He occupied the altar, allowing the Dragon's Blood to spurt out behind him, and blocked in front of Princess Long, not giving her a chance to salvage the situation.
"It's about time."
Outside the Dragon Emperor Palace, above the river, a golden red light shone from the bottom of the river, like the rising sun. A few men in black looked at it, nodded and laughed, and jumped into the river at the same time.
"They're here!"
Shen Zhenyi opened his eyes and stood up.
"You go and clean up those worms."
He pointed at Cynanchum Chinense.
"Me?"
Cynanchum Chinense touched her nose, not confident at all.
Those who dared to take advantage of the Dragon Emperor Palace at this time were not ordinary people. Although her martial arts had improved recently, would she be able to stop these people?
Shen Zhenyi did not say anything more, and walked out of the door, looking at the turbulent river above his head.
In the river, there were a few black shadows that looked like swimming fish, and they were rapidly approaching.
Their target was the Crystal Glazed Pagoda!
"Go!"
Shen Zhenyi waved his hand, and Cynanchum Chinense involuntarily floated towards him. Shen Zhenyi grabbed her slender waist, and with a little force, threw her up!
Whoosh!
Cynanchum Chinense shot out like an arrow. Her mind was still clear, and she somersaulted twice in the air, landing steadily on the top of the Crystal Glazed Pagoda.
Shen Zhenyi smiled slightly, and his body was as light as a feather, his clothes fluttering, and he also flew to the top of the pagoda, quietly watching.
At the same time, the six black shadows in the river finally broke through the water wall, and entered the range of the Dragon Emperor Palace's restriction.
— But none of the mechanisms and formations that were supposed to be used to defend against the enemy were activated.
This was clearly a mole providing support.
Shen Zhenyi lowered his head, listened to the sounds in the pagoda, and sighed without saying anything.
Even if they were blood-related, there would always be people who would turn against each other because of various reasons. Shen Zhenyi had seen this kind of betrayal and disappointment many times in his thousands of years of life.
Cynanchum Chinense saw that the enemy was attacking, and her master was standing behind her. Her courage was slightly boosted, and she pulled out her Cold Clothes Sword, pointed it at the several people in the distance, and shouted, "Dragons are forbidden to move forward! If you dare to take another step forward, don't blame my sword for being merciless! "
The World of Eight Cultivators of True Virtue was rich in spiritual energy, and growth and aging were slow. Although ten years had passed, she still looked like a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, wearing a purple dress and holding her sword high. Her face was beautiful, and she looked radiant.
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