To actually be scolded and threatened by an Evil Dragon, Yang Jian was truly enraged. He grabbed the Pointless Spear, threw out one Profound Handle after another, and drilled into the well!
From the well came Qing Feng's blood-curdling screams, as well as an angry dragon's roar. The whole mountain began to shake, and a thick black gas soared into the sky. Cracks appeared on the mountain around the crystal!
Yang Jian leisurely retreated and stood 1,000 feet in the air. He looked at the mortals not far away and let out a cold snort in his heart. He didn't remind them to leave. After all, they were only at the border between being affected and not being affected. Life and death was up to fate.
Bang! Hua!
A dragon claw covered in black scales smashed through the crystal and shattered the mountain. There was an old daoist hanging from the claw. Who else could it be but the Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery?
The old daoist's face was pale and he cried out in fear. He quickly shouted, "Ancestor! Quickly let me down! Ancestor! "
The dragon claw slammed down on the ground and sent the old daoist flying into the corner of the courtyard. His eyes rolled back and he immediately fell unconscious.
Just this dragon claw was more than 50 feet long and the veins on it were fierce. The black scales gave off a cold glow and the claws looked like they were made of cold stone.
The dragon claw exerted force, causing the earth to collapse, the courtyard to collapse, and the entire mountain to tremble.
Yang Jian calmly stood on the cloud as if he was in a trance. He didn't care about what was happening at all.
From the ground, a terrifying flood dragon that was a thousand feet long crawled out!
The sky changed color and the sun and moon lost their shine! The world of this small world suddenly became chaotic. Within 50 kilometers, all the beasts fell to the ground and all the flowers and trees withered!
When the mortals saw the black dragon, they were inexplicably terrified. They knelt on the ground and trembled, but they still begged the gods to kill the evil dragon instead of running away.
When Yang Jian saw this, he could only bitterly smile and shake his head. He didn't care too much about it.
After receiving Yang Jian's order, the experts of the Dragon Clan hiding in the sky would naturally protect the lives of these mortals.
However, this dragon...
For some reason, he felt that he was much weaker than he had imagined.
Perhaps the transformation from a Flood Dragon to a Dragon was still in this Minor Chiliocosm. The Dao was incomplete, so it was not incomprehensible that its strength was weaker.
The black wyrm did not have a pair of horns on its head. Although it looked ferocious, it was only comparable to a Golden Immortal great demon.
A Flood Dragon soul with such strength...
Yang Jian looked at the pointless spear in his hand and was slightly worried.
Forget it, this Dragon's Soul was only left behind by the seniors who forged the Spearless Spear. It wasn't meant to be used as a Spear Soul. Even if its quality was a little inferior, it was still enough.
Roar!
The black flood dragon roared at Yang Jian. It swayed its body and rushed into the clouds. Then, it turned back and pounced at Yang Jian with its claws and fangs.
Looking at Yang Jian, he was dressed in a light yellow robe and held a pointless spear in his hand. He stood on a bright moon and his eyes shone with azure light.
He scolded the evildoer and cursed the evil creature to die. He raised his spear and rushed forward to fight with the black wyrm.
The wyrm was long and strong, but its ferocious dragon claws could not shake Yang Jian's mystic body.
The long spear in Yang Jian's hand was pointless, but when he swung it, the sky was filled with the spear shadows of the Xuan Gang. Streams of green dragon blood appeared!
However, the black flood dragon's abdomen was covered in wounds. The black flood dragon was scared out of its wits. How would it dare to fight with Yang Jian again? The dragon opened its mouth and spat out a green pearl the size of a human head. It emitted gusts of wind.
Yang Jian ignored the poisonous fog and jumped deep into it. He chased after the black flood dragon and attacked it.
Their charge was truly a success.
The green wind blew, and the human soul was shocked.
It was unknown what it was, but it stirred up the wind and calmed the clouds.
The dragon's roar was endless, and the pointless spear in Yang Jian's hand was also stained with green dragon blood.
The flood dragon struggled in the air, and its blood splattered everywhere. Within a hundred miles, as long as it was stained with a few drops of the poison flood dragon's blood, the mountain rocks would melt and the mountain ridges would collapse. It was really poisonous.
An elder of the Dragons took action and used a cover to cover the mortals, so that the mortals who came to offer their sacrifice would not have to worry for the time being.
Then, a few dragon generals showed up in various places, protecting a few human villages within a radius of a hundred miles.
Yang Jian did not have any scruples. He turned his spear and smashed the black flood dragon until it was dizzy. With a shake of his body, he used Flying Body Drag and sat on the neck of the black flood dragon. He found a gap in the black scales of the black flood dragon and stabbed the pointless spear in!
"How dare you! How dare you! I'm the Dragons! "
The black flood dragon cursed and kept twisting its body, trying to throw Yang Jian off its back. However, its tendons were injured, and its strength was quickly draining. It was just struggling before death.
At this moment, a dragon's roar was heard. The sky lit up with a golden light, and a four-clawed golden dragon appeared in the sky. It was thousands of feet long, and its eyes were filled with majesty.
Compared to this golden dragon, the ferocious black flood dragon was like a loach.
"How dare you, Poison Flood Dragon! How dare you call yourself the Dragons! Hurry up and die! "
The black flood dragon saw this and cursed, "Since you are the Dragons, why do you see this evil person bullying and killing his own race? Why do the Dragons have to bow down to the human race? "
When Yang Jian heard this, he frowned slightly and swept the spear in his hand. The black flood dragon roared in pain. Its neck was actually cut in half by Yang Jian. Large amounts of green poisonous blood splattered, and the world was desolate!
The golden dragon suddenly shouted angrily, "You are just a flood dragon, how dare you call yourself a dragon! My race has been passed down since ancient times, and we teach our descendants to do good and not fight with others. You have only obtained a small bloodline opportunity and were lucky enough to become a dragon. Yet, you are acting like a tyrant here, devouring innocent mortals, and bringing disaster to my race! You deserve to die! You deserve to die! "
"Elder, there is no need to be angry." Yang Jian's indifferent voice entered the black flood dragon's ears, but it made the black flood dragon's heart turn cold. It was at a loss.
Yang Jian's words were very simple, but what he said was, "I must kill this little flood dragon."
That was right. If the spearless spear extracted the dragon's soul, the dragon's soul would lose its consciousness and be absorbed by the spearless spear into a mysterious soul power, increasing its ability to injure people's souls.
However, to the dragon's soul that was extracted, it did not die, and it could not be reincarnated. It really could not die.
Even ants wanted to live, much less this black flood dragon that had cultivated for countless years.
Even though its neck was cut in half, the black flood dragon still struggled. Yang Jian carried the spearless spear and jumped on its back, leaving a huge wound on its back that was so deep that bones could be seen.
Dharma World!
Yang Jian used the divine power that the disciples of the Dao Sect often used, but it was extremely practical. He turned into a giant that was a thousand feet tall. He grabbed the black flood dragon's tail with one hand and smashed it towards a mountain.
Boom!
The black flood dragon directly smashed the mountain. Rocks and soil flew everywhere, and the sky turned dark.
But how could Yang Jian, who had used the Dharma World, only have this one attack? The black flood dragon was in trouble today.
Yang Jian, who had transformed into a giant, stood on top of a mountain. He used the Black Jiao Dragon as a whip and swung it around wantonly, shattering a few mountain peaks, messing up two to three valleys, and collapsing four to five mountain ridges.
When Yang Jian stopped using his mystic technique, the black flood dragon hung miserably on the peak of a stone mountain. There was not a single part of its body that was intact. Its scales were broken, its tendons were torn, and its dragon bones were cracked. It lay there, breathing heavily. It seemed like it would not survive.
Yang Jian returned to his human form and carried the spearless spear to the black flood dragon. He frowned and pondered.
This Black Serpent Dragon's strength was really mediocre. Its mana seemed to be accumulated from consuming young boys and girls over a long period of time. It was mottled and impure, so it had no power to fight back in front of him.
Could such a dragon soul activate the dragon soul that the spearless spear originally had?
The dragon soul on the spearless spear was a legendary Dragons who had survived the first Dragon-Phoenix Tribulation back then. It had also fused its endless battle intent, endless resentment towards the phoenix race, and even its life into the spearless dragon spear!
Yang Jian really did not want to take such a low-quality dragon soul.
However, he did not have much time to waste.
The God-Conferment Ceremony had already begun. He could be considered to be taking a break from his busy schedule. Before the four marquises entered Chaoge City, he came out to make a small errand and refine his three-pointed, double-edged spear.
He might have to lead the army into battle at any time and participate in the battle between Chan School and Jie School. In a short period of time, it would be difficult for him to cultivate his mystic technique. The only way to quickly increase his combat power was to refine the three-pointed, double-edged spear!
Looking at the black flood dragon in front of him, the light in the black flood dragon's eyes gradually dimmed. Its mouth was almost unable to hold the poisonous dragon pearl …
Forget it.
Yang Jian shook his head and sighed. He would rather not take the black flood dragon's soul than let his divine weapon die.
He turned around and flew into the sky. Before he left, he looked at the ruined daoist temple and saw the unconscious Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery.
Just as Yang Jian was about to leave, he suddenly stopped.
No, this matter was a bit strange.
He was looking for the three Jade Wave Flood Dragons. The Dragons must have found the whereabouts of the three Jade Wave Flood Dragons since they brought him here.
And what was the one he had just killed? How many heads did it have?
Even if he counted with his feet, the number of heads was clear — there was only one head!
Yang Jian made up his mind. He wasn't afraid of wasting his origin soul and pointed at his forehead.
The vertical eye appeared once more and the six shadows rotated. They broke through all illusions and saw through the truth!
Yang Jian let out a cold snort and landed on the ruins of the daoist temple. He looked at the unconscious old Daoist and his voice was cold. His expression was very unfriendly.
He could not believe that there were times when he made a mistake. These three Jade Wave Flood Dragons were really cunning! No wonder they could survive until now.
"What I just killed, was it your son, your disciple, or your remains?"
The old Daoist at the mouth of the well was still unconscious, as if Yang Jian was talking to himself.
Yang Jian silently waited for a while. Then the spearless spear in his hand suddenly shot out dozens of spear shadows at the mouth of the well!
The old Daoist suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were completely green, and there was no white in them at all!
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