Chapter 1088
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She came here to rescue Zhu Minglang.
Bai Qinan had been saved by Zhu Minglang before. Moreover, he was her master's son. She had to ensure Zhu Minglang's safety no matter what.
"He was chosen as a tribute earlier. If we follow him, the other disciples should be nearby." Lu Ying said.
"Hide your presence and keep a distance. Don't be discovered …"
The forest was an environment for hunters to hide in, but it also gave the prey a lot of space to hide. They were still relatively safe.
"I didn't expect someone as strong as the Junior Head Venerate to fall for it."
"If Master Dragon Mu can't summon a dragon, he's very weak. He's probably in despair right now." Lu Ying sighed.
"Speaking of which, other than the Junior Head Venerate, no one else in our team was chosen as a tribute." Bai Qinan suddenly thought of this and said to Lu Ying.
It could be seen that Lu Ying was a brave and smart Swordsman. She hoped that this information would be helpful in analyzing the abilities of the Red Patterned Death God Dragon.
"Maybe we encountered something before and accidentally walked past the Cursed Land. The Junior Head Venerate also accidentally stepped into that place when he was patrolling nearby …"
"Shh!"
The few of them quieted down.
They held their breaths and stared at Zhu Minglang's back.
At this moment, Zhu Minglang's footsteps were stiff and strange. He was stepping on a patch of withered grass. On the other side of the withered grass, a scarlet Death Dragon was slowly waiting for him. The Red Dragon was thin and tall, like a Death God in a red robe waiting for people to kneel before it.
Finally, Zhu Minglang arrived in front of the Red Patterned Death God Dragon.
He slowly lowered his body and knelt in front of the Red Patterned Death God Dragon.
This Red Patterned Death God Dragon was the one that ate the Zhengting Sword Sect's Zhou Feng. It was mature, cunning, and arrogant. Its eyes were half-closed as it sized up its prey.
Even if it was drooling, this adult Red Mark Death Dragon still looked down at Zhu Minglang like this, waiting for Zhu Minglang to completely kneel down. It was like an ancient ceremony that had to be completed completely in order to show the nobility and elegance of the Red Mark Death Dragons.
The Red Striped Death God Dragon had already dropped to one knee. It opened its mouth and bared its razor-sharp fangs. To it, Zhu Minglang was an extremely nutritious dragon master. His divine body, his divine soul, and the rare dragons in Spirit Realm were all extremely nutritious...
How was this food? This was clearly the meat of a divine monk! Just one bite of it could allow one to ascend to immortality!
…
"Do it!" Lu Yin gave the order from a certain distance away.
Just as she uttered these two words, Zhu Minglang, who was half-kneeling on the ground, suddenly did something incredible. This was completely different from the behavior of the other tributes!
It was a half-kneeling sword drawing technique!!
He didn't have a sword in his hand, but the air suddenly became hot, as if it was burning!
"Whoosh!!!!!"
The sound of air being torn apart was crisp and pleasing to the ear. A sword mark suffused with crimson flames slashed across the Red Mark Death God Dragon's neck in an even more perfect line!!
The dense shrubs and maze of tree trunks behind the Red Mark Death God Dragon were sliced apart like a painting. Blazing flames suddenly ignited in the air, and a gorgeous red color filled this strange area...
The Red Mark Death God Dragon's head was separated from its neck and slowly fell to the ground.
The speed of this sword was too fast. It was so fast that the Red Patterned Death Dragon's head was separated from its body and it still had not died. Its half-closed eyes were as big as lanterns as it stared at Zhu Minglang!
Its eyes were filled with disbelief and even more confusion … What it didn't understand was how this human managed to escape from its tribute divine art!!!
"Dong ~ ~ dong dong dong ~ ~ ~ ~"
The Red Mark Death God Dragon's head rolled onto the withered grass. At the same time, messy footsteps came from behind Zhu Minglang. However, the footsteps quickly stopped behind Zhu Minglang.
Bai Qinan, Lu Ying, and the white clothed sword goddess were all stunned … From where they were, the sword fire around them was resplendent. The vast forest in front of them suddenly disappeared, revealing the starry night sky. Most importantly, the one that was separated from its head was the Red Mark Death God Dragon!!
Zhu Minglang's half-kneeling back was like a Death God holding a sword, cold but heroic. The action of unsheathing the sword to slay the dragon gave them a carefree feeling, as if the resentment in their hearts had been released. This sword had finally wiped away their humiliation!!! Translator's Note: This chapter is sponsored by
"Young Head Supreme …"
Bai Qinan couldn't help but call out.
Zhu Minglang was focused on dealing with the Red Mark Death God Dragon and didn't notice the brave swordmasters coming to save him.
Looking at their frail bodies and pretty faces, Zhu Minglang suddenly realized that there were still many true beauties in Alioth Star Palace. A smile rose on his face, and he said, "I'm fine. I've made you all worry."
Daring to break through the fear of the Red Mark Death God Dragon and come to fight, this wasn't as simple as being courageous. Zhu Minglang had a whole new level of respect for these women.
"But … but how did you …" Purple Sword Goddess said with incomparable shock and even stuttered.
"Guwu ~ ~ ~ Guwu ~ ~ ~ ~" The Red Mark Death God Dragon's strange cries came from different shrubs.
"Wait until I destroy these fake death gods, then I'll explain to you!" Zhu Minglang said this and directly opened the door to Spirit Realm.
The pattern imprint on Zhu Minglang's palm kept changing with divine light. There was a flaming dragon totem, a glacier divine imprint, and even the Fire of the Netherworld instantly filling the surroundings. In the rolling Fire of the Netherworld, an extremely mighty Dragon of the Night with an ancient horn flew out …
Lu Yin, Bai Qinan, and the white-clothed Sword Goddess were dumbfounded!
Just how many divine dragons did Zhu Minglang have? The cultivation of each divine dragon was ridiculously high, not inferior to some of the elder dragon groups in Ten Thousand Dragon Valley!
It was said that the powerful Dragon Master Shepard was equivalent to an entire sect. Lu Yin didn't believe it in the past and thought that the Sword Master was the king. Now, she had to admit this fact!
Zhu Minglang was very angry.
The result of being angry was to attack with all the dragons and exterminate the Red Mark Death God Dragon clan!
These red dragons were acting like death gods, then he would let them have a taste of their own medicine!
"Take good care of the disciples, there are eggs in their bone marrow." Zhu Minglang said to Lu Yin and Bai Qinan.
It took them a long time to come back to their senses and then they nodded.
With Zhu Minglang's slash, Lu Yin and the others confirmed that the Red Mark Death God Dragons weren't as scary as they thought. They weren't real death gods, and people weren't their tragic tributes!
They quickly spread out and went to rescue the disciples who were still walking toward the Red Mark Death God Dragons … Now that they knew the reason, it wasn't hard to protect their lives!
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