"Yes, I know. I know you can defeat him, but this place is too close to the Divine Capital. If I'm not mistaken, Xuan Ge's gods will rush here as soon as possible. If the battle drags on for too long, this guy will escape. I can't let him go, absolutely not!" Zhu Minglang said to the Yama Dragon.
As he was saying that, Zhu Minglang turned his head back and looked at the purple dragon who was tightly bound by the metal chains. He saw the shocking wound on its abdomen!
This piece of shit!
How dare he hurt his dragon in front of him!
This was not something he could tolerate!
And he had to die!
At the same time, Zhu Minglang could not allow the powerful existences of the Divine Capital to interfere. God Flow had almost survived because Xuan Ge had predicted that scene.
Xuan Ge must have known something about today's battle.
However, Xuan Ge did not know his true strength.
Therefore, he had to kill this Holy Venerate before Xuan Ge arrived!
"Bai Qi!"
"Kill it!"
Zhu Minglang opened his Spirit Realm and summoned the Moon Worship White Dragon!
The icy breath was like the most primitive coldness in the universe. It was a coldness without a trace of life, and it had been soaked in darkness for billions of years …
The coldness descended upon the dark chasm. The empty divine moon hung in the chaos. Gradually, the moonlight turned into a pure white dragon. Its layers of wings were holy and majestic!
The white dragon swooped down. It danced nimbly, and its shadow flickered. Every time its figure could be seen clearly, it was like a still image. Claw marks, tail stings, swooping down, whirlwind wings, ice soaring … …
However, to the Battle Holy Monarch Qiu He, everything happened in an instant. He only saw the shadow under the moonlight. He only saw the illusory image of the dragon, but all the attacks were real!
Blood Asura Qiu He's time seemed to be still, but the white dragon's time seemed to be flowing!
"Creak creak creak!!!!"
Suddenly, Blood Asura Qiu He's diamond skin exploded like red-hot porcelain and scattered everywhere.
Qiu He didn't even know what was happening. His entire body was being torn apart, pierced, fractured, and exploded in an extremely short period of time. Furthermore, an irresistible coldness was freezing his soul and robbing him of his life force. Even the battle flames on his body were being extinguished at an extremely fast speed!
"Middle Divine Dragon General!!!" Battle Holy Monarch Qiu He could not believe it.
It was already impossible for a small faction master to have the powerful and invincible Yama Dragon. What Qiu He could not imagine was that he also had a terrifying Middle Divine Dragon General!!
Cultivation Incarnation only allowed Battle Holy Monarch Qiu He to temporarily have the strength of a Lower Divine General. However, the strength displayed by this White Dragon General seemed to far exceed his own cultivation. It made Battle Holy Monarch Qiu He feel a sense of powerlessness as if he was facing a Hou, or even a Divine Master!!
The Asura Divine Blood that had just started burning was like the frozen water of a river of death. The aura of battle rage that erupted from his body was like a remnant flame in the wind in front of the White Dragon. The White Dragon launched another attack. Battle Holy Monarch Qiu He only felt the world suddenly disappear, leaving behind a pair of cold moon eyes. This pair of cold eyes was staring straight at the Grim Reaper!!
Eye of Annihilation!!
The light shot out and the darkness completely disappeared. There was only a cold silver gray between heaven and earth. Following that, the majestic earth turned into nothingness. The sky full of clouds and wind turned into a deep and terrifying abyss. Blood Asura Qiu He stood between the two. His Asura physique was disintegrating. He knelt down under this powerful annihilation force. Below him was the endless Death Devil Nest, while above him was the endless Purgatory Abyss. His life force was bitterly holding on like a god of war, but it was as weak as a blade of grass in a storm!!
Battle Holy Monarch Qiu He felt pain. He also felt the approach of death.
He raised his head and looked up at Sect Leader Zhu, whom he looked down on. The skin on Battle Holy Monarch Qiu He's cheeks was drying and melting. His eye sockets were exposed. His eyes, which were barely protected, were filled with fear. He was like a stray dog that was being trampled. He was pitiful and uneasy …
"Don't … Don't … Please, I beg you … Don't …" Battle Holy Monarch Qiu He blurted out a few words.
The arrogance and arrogance he had not long ago had disappeared without a trace. The current him and the previous him were like two different lifeforms. The insufferably arrogant Shura bloodline Divine Warrior was a lowly animal that was about to be slaughtered!
"Since you asked for death, I will fulfill your wish!" Zhu Minglang showed no mercy.
"You don't dare … You don't dare to kill me …" Qiu He saw that Zhu Minglang's killing intent did not waver at all. He spoke as if he was lying to himself. "This is Xuan Ge. You have no name … You are challenging the authority of Tian Shu God …"
"Challenging?? I came here to destroy the authority of Tian Shu! "Zhu Minglang smiled. However, this smile was as cold as the devil's in Battle Holy Monarch Qiu He's eyes!
Destroy the authority of Tian Shu!
It was as if in this instant, Zhu Minglang had such a decree in his mind!
It was unclear whether this decree was from the heart of a True God or a devil's heart that every True God had. However, at least at this moment, Zhu Minglang despised the so-called authority of Tian Shu!
The eyeballs in Battle Holy Monarch Qiu He's eye sockets also disappeared under the power of annihilation. This time, he did not turn into a special golden skeleton. Instead, he turned into a real skeleton in the process of annihilation.
His flesh and blood, regardless of whether he had turned into an Asura or not, no longer had any signs of life. He had turned into a lifeless, empty shell!
Looking at the Battle Holy Monarch who had turned into a skeleton, Zhu Minglang did not even want to leave his bones behind.
However, at this moment, wisps of divine light pierced through the surrounding darkness like the light of dawn. They filled up the huge dark chasm and dispelled all the chaos that could not be seen through.
Zhu Minglang noticed all of this and recalled the Worship Moon Ying Chen White Dragon into his Spirit Realm. Only the Yama Dragon remained.
The Yama Dragon stood under the rays of divine light with anger and irritation.
It did not like sunlight, but it was not afraid of sunlight!
The world brightened up again.
To the east of Zhu Minglang, the Divine Army wearing golden armor stood in a grand formation. At a glance, it looked like a golden lake. It was spectacular and shocking!
This was the Divine Army that was separated by Zhu Minglang. They were holding a hundred thousand chains. When they looked into the dark chasm, they saw a real skeleton...
"Is that … the Battle Holy Monarch? That skeleton …" The commander of the Divine Army said in disbelief.
In the direction of the Sacred Mountain City, there were more than a hundred thousand Lieya Earth Dragons. They were also blocked by the dark chasm. They stood at the edge of the destruction and looked at the huge dark canyon that was sinking. They were all frightened. The power of the gods made them, the Divine Nation's army, seem insignificant!
However, the Divine Army was still rushing towards the dark chasm. They flowed over from the Sacred Mountain and flew over from all directions.
Not long after, there were more than a hundred thousand Divine Army around Zhu Minglang. The sky above him was densely packed with Divine Soldiers. Their armors were mostly golden. Blue gold, white gold, red gold, and brown gold. There were a total of four Divine Armies stationed near the Divine Capital!
The Divine Nation's army was vast. Their golden armors shone on the mountains and clouds, turning this place into a golden domain.
"Killing the Holy Monarch, unforgivable!"
"Killing the Holy Monarch, unforgivable!"
"Killing the Holy Monarch, unforgivable!"
The Divine Nation's army revered the power of the gods, but this was the Xuan Ge Divine Capital. With the Xuan Ge Divine Temple behind them, they still bravely moved forward!
At this moment, Zhu Minglang was like a sea of golden Divine Army. He was standing on the head of Yama Dragon like an island.
Every Army of God had a leader.
Sect Master Qin Yi was beside the Earth Dragon Divine Army's leader, Long Shengjun. His face was filled with shock. He didn't know what words to use to describe this scene!
In the place where the Xuan Ge Divine Temple's radiance shone, in front of hundreds of thousands of Xuan Ge Divine Nation's Battle Holy Monarch Qiu He???
Was this young Sect Master Zhu possessed by a demon god?!!
What made Qin Yi feel the most ridiculous was that this Sect Master Zhu did not show any fear at all when he was surrounded by the Divine Nation's army. He calmly walked toward the Purple Dragon that was chained up, took out some herbs, and applied them on the wound on the Purple Dragon's abdomen.
The army was still surging forward like a tide. The two large ravines where Zhu Minglang was at happened to be the area where the ground sank. People could clearly see what Zhu Minglang was doing.
After treating the Purple Dragon's wound, he walked in front of the Purple Dragon and gently comforted it.
"It's okay, it's okay. They won't hurt you anymore." Zhu Minglang said these words and imprinted a palm on the Purple Dragon's forehead that was full of blood.
The spiritual imprint was re-established. Some blurry memories appeared in the Purple Dragon's mind.
In fact, these memories were not erased from the bottom of its heart. Even when it was fighting in the cruel natural world, it still remembered those scenes.
It was a gentle hand that lifted it up from the dirty muddy water.
It was the owner of this hand that patiently tore the beef into shreds and slowly fed it into its mouth. Then, he said some words of encouragement … …
The Purple Dragon clearly remembered that when it was just a small wild flood dragon, it used all its strength in its first battle and almost lost its tail. It was also this kind of cool and sticky herbs that were applied to its wound by this hand.
When this hand was gently placed on its forehead, no matter how many years had passed, it was still so familiar!
"Nie ~ ~ ~ ~ ~"
"You've become a Purple Dragon, little wild flood dragon." Zhu Minglang smiled. He never thought that the little wild flood dragon that was abandoned by people would become a Purple Dragon. Moreover … … it seemed to be a Thunder God Purple Dragon.
He almost forgot that little wild flood dragon originally had the bloodline of a Thunder God Dragon!
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