Du Huang of the Ancient Desolate Sect and a few other youths from the same sect had their blood boiling. They were like vigorous cheetahs as they madly dashed towards the dense fog.
"Thud! Thud thud! "
Heavy, thunderous footsteps came from behind them, causing the ground to shake.
One of them turned around to take a look, and the color drained from his face. He was so frightened that he stopped in his tracks.
Du Huang sensed that something was wrong. She turned her head and looked behind her. "Ah!" She cried out.
His cry was filled with fear and unease.
Behind them, the mountain-like crocodile, wrapped in a thick corpse aura, seemed to be stepping on white clouds as it rapidly approached them from behind.
As the crocodile approached, its flesh was constantly falling off.
In an extremely short amount of time, the crocodile had turned into a terrifying skeleton of blood and tendons. It suddenly sped up.
Just looking at the skeleton of the crocodile from a distance made Du Huang's heart tremble. He felt like his soul was about to collapse.
Du Huang immediately knew that this huge crocodile was being controlled by some kind of powerful energy to kill them.
All of a sudden, an invisible restrictive force enveloped Du Huang and the other disciples of the same sect.
Those fleeing disciples felt like they were carrying a heavy mountain on their backs. They were unable to take another step forward.
Du Huang roared and secretly exerted his strength. Within his Blood Qi Minor World, a violent Blood Qi spring suddenly erupted, allowing him to instantly use his divine power.
"Ancient Desolate Barbarian God Might!"
WHOOSH!
Du Huang broke free of that indescribable restriction and shot out like an arrow.
The bloody skeleton of the crocodile continued to charge over. Its mountain-like hooves trampled several of his fellow disciples to death.
Du Huang, who was terrified, held back his grief and didn't dare to look or pay attention to it. He just kept running.
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The totem pole of the dragon race.
The purple jade dragon that had been devouring Long Tianxiao's Blood Qi and dragon soul suddenly began to rapidly swell.
The Purple Jade Dragon's dragon breath turned into bolts of purple lightning that flowed inside his body.
Sensing the old tribe leader's aura, the purple jade dragon was indescribably excited. It transformed into an extraordinarily handsome man wearing purple embroidered robes.
He raised his head and looked at Long Tianxiao, who was covered in wounds. He could feel the poison slowly seeping into his body as it rotted away.
"A lowly thing like you shouldn't exist in this world. Your death can even heal my injuries. You can be considered to have died a worthy death."
As Zi Yulong spoke, he laughed cheerfully, "The old patriarch, who is also your father, has already escaped."
Long Tianxiao, who was on his last breath and could only wait for death on the dragon mark pillar, had a deathly stillness in his dark eyes. His wrinkled mouth twitched slightly.
Just this one hit seemed to cause him so much pain that he wished he was dead. He gasped for breath several times.
"If I can still live, you, my father, and all the dragons in the Dragon Concealing Lake will be hunted down one by one." Long Tianxiao's voice was like a mosquito's. If you didn't listen carefully, you might not even be able to hear it.
"That's impossible."
Zi Yulong laughed sinisterly. "I won't erase the last trace of your dragon soul. I'll let you slowly feel the poison seeping into your body and the decay of your dragon body."
After saying that, Zi Yulong let out a hearty dragon roar and joined up with Long Jie and Long Yang.
In just a few breaths' time, Zi Yulong arrived in his human form in front of the floating palanquin.
"Old tribe leader!"
Zi Yulong respectfully bowed to Long Jie with a burning gaze of worship.
"Let's leave first."
Long Jie pulled with his hand, pulling the violet jade dragon into the small floating palanquin. Putting him together with Long Yang, he said, "That Long Tianxiao, is he dead?"
Long Tianxiao was related to him by blood. He was his son. But when he spoke of Long Tianxiao, it was like he was talking about someone completely unrelated.
This old dragon was just so cold-blooded and heartless.
"Not yet. His flesh will be slowly corroded by the poison. He'll only die after experiencing some pain," said Zi Yulong.
"Long Yang told me that he's a traitor of the Hidden Dragon Lake. His death isn't worth regretting." Long Jie did not care from the bottom of his heart. After saying this casually, he controlled the small floating palanquin and continued to fly out.
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Bang! Bang!
The three men and women of the Demon Temple, who were escorted by the green snake in midair, exploded and died without any warning.
Blood and broken bones splattered everywhere.
Zhan Tianxiang's hair was disheveled. The leather armor on his upper body had been blown to smithereens. On his naked body, a giant elephant made of gold appeared. It was filled with a heaven-dominating and earth-shattering aura.
The giant elephant in the shape of a golden thorn descended from the sky. It released its demonic energy and helped Zhan Tianxiang block a blow.
Zhao Yafu let out a muffled groan. She saw the white Heavenly Tiger's command medallion that represented the Heavenly Tiger release a dazzling light.
The radiance enveloped her entire body, and the outer ring emitted a sizzling sound of sparks.
It seemed that there was an invisible force that kept attacking her. It was blocked by the command medallion of the Heavenly Tiger.
The little snake that was once the commander of the Goblin Temple stopped in the air. It twisted its body and turned around. It said in the ancient language of the demon race, "It's that woman called Qi Hongyi. She played the pipa and formed a soundless sound that took the lives of the three of them."
When it said this, the little snake didn't have any emotional fluctuations.
"The two of you can only survive because you have Demon Artifacts and Spiritual Treasures."
After giving an explanation, the former commander of the Goblin Temple continued to walk. "However, it's hard to say if you can get out of the Desolate God Swamp alive."
Even this great demon had no confidence at this time.
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At the Sword Prison.
Under the gazes of Yan Qiling, Zhang Miao, and the others, Yu Yuan obediently and docilely came to the back of the Sword Prison. He faced the other side of the Sword Prison directly.
The face on the back of the statue carved from the Sword Prison was violent and vicious. It gave off an aura that could destroy all living things. It could collapse the world and kill all living things.
It was a kind of extreme evil!
Yu Yuan was at the back. He raised his head and looked at the face on the back of the statue.
On the side, Qi Hongyi and the Yin Corpse King looked at him with strange eyes.
Above the statue, the snow-white robe fluttered once more.
It was as if a wisp of the owner's soul had returned.
Suddenly, Yu Yuan felt that the beautiful shadow soul seal that Zhan Yun of the Yin Mei Sect had planted in his little world in the Sea of Consciousness was violently shaking and forming ripples.
The ripples affected his Heaven, Earth, and Human souls. It affected his reason, thoughts, and emotions.
The hand holding the soul seal was not in a hurry to move. It was not controlled by Zhan Yun. It came to Yu Yuan behind the statue and held the scabbard with one hand.
The other hand called out the Fiendish Demon Cauldron from his Zigong meridian.
The cauldron's soul roared madly in his mind.
Yu Yuan's eyes gradually became deep and mysterious. It was as if an external soul thought had penetrated him and made him no longer himself.
However, Qi Hongyi and the Yin Corpse King were also controlled by the statue, but they did not have such strange symptoms.
Yu Yuan's dark eyes made people panic. He looked at Zhan Yun, Zhao Jie, Zhang Miao, and Zhang Man.
The sexy and charming Zhang Man took out a sharp awl and pierced her own heart without hesitation. She died immediately.
The younger sister Zhang Miao, who cultivated the Yin Mei Sect's evil arts and was connected to the two sisters' minds, felt a great shock and pain in her head because of Zhang Man's death.
Pearls wrapped in lightning flew out of Zhang Miao's sleeves and suddenly exploded.
Zhao Jie, who had led her sisters here, was drowned by hundreds of lightning bolts. She was blasted into a bloody mess by the lightning power released by the pearls.
Zhao Jie, who was screaming in pain, suddenly attacked Zhan Yun, who had taught her the Yin Mei Sect's secret arts.
The four people of the Yin Mei Sect who worked together immediately fought.
"You dare to challenge the statue of the Shenhun Sect with a mere charm art? You really don't know who you are."
Yan Qiling sneered, as if he knew it would turn out like this.
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