East China Sea dust

Chapter 115

The high priest moved very quickly, turning over and walking away at the moment the dragon's breath hit. As a soul body, he could flash tens of meters away with almost no effort.

Zhang Ningyue was accidentally injured by the priest just now, and now she is curling up on the ground clutching her lower abdomen, and couldn't help crying out in pain.Even so, her gaze was still fixed on the young man on the other side, and she called out "Alan" in a low voice.

The thick smoke and dust from the dragon flame smashed into the ground lingered for a long time, the dust billowed on the top of the mountain, and the gravel and rubble rolled down the mountain wall, and finally disappeared silently in the poisonous mist of the deep stream, never to be seen again.

As the mist dispersed, the outline of the Canglong finally slowly emerged.

The hard scales were shining in the dim light of the sky. The four dragon claws grasped the ground, and the claw tips sank deeply into the bluestone floor tiles like cutting tofu. As the green dragon moved forward, it left mottled marks on the stone surface.

Canglong panted heavily, and the breath he sprayed out was still accompanied by sporadic blue flames. Although his movements were slow, he was not slow, and the strong dragon's horns shone with shattered light.

At the moment when the high priest finally saw Canglong's original appearance clearly, he was the first to notice the turbulent and majestic demon power on the other party, and then found a pair of scarlet demon pupils hidden in the yellow sand and dust, and his eyes were full of fierce light.

not good!

The high priest's complexion changed, and he almost immediately put the long bone staff in front of him.

I saw a sudden change of wind and cloud in the nine heavens, lightning and thunder fell from the sky above the altar, and dark clouds gathered, and the snow-white lightning immediately slashed down along the thick cloud layer, cutting open the ground in front of the priest, exposing the piles of loess underneath!

The thunder and lightning struck down with ten thousand juntal force, each more intense than the other, almost making it impossible for the high priest to dodge - even if it is a soul body, once it is touched by the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder, it will definitely lose most of its power.

Canglong screamed loudly, seeing the bug-like black shadow dodging left and right, his chest became more irritable.The red light in his eyes was shining brightly, and the coquettish aura around him was overwhelming, he stretched out his dragon claws, and slapped away several streaks of aura thrown at him by the high priest.

The high priest sensed that something was wrong, and immediately released his spiritual sense, and only then did he catch the overly explosive demonic aura on Ao Zhan's body... He opened his eyes suddenly, his face changed drastically, and then he roared at Zhang Ningyue: "You actually gave him a soul eclipse?" insanity?!"

Zhang Ningyue managed to get up from the ground. She was trying to find Zhang Qinglan's location in the misty smoke and dust, but suddenly she heard a voice not far away, and her expression became weird in an instant.

After choking for a long time, he wiped off the blood on the corner of his lips unwillingly, and jumped away from the aftermath of the dragon flame: "...Yes."

The blue dragon slaughtered the soul of the high priest, and with the tremors of the earth shaking and the mountains shaking, the originally flat ground in the abyss of fire cracked like a turtle shell.

"Idiot!" The high priest took out the remaining souls in the cauldron while dodging the green dragon's claw, and reprimanded in a rough voice: "Soul erosion Gu has little effect on the dragons, not only that, a little stimulation will make them Lost all reason, don't you know how difficult it is to deal with monsters in a berserk state?!"

"I just want... um!" Zhang Ningyue tried to argue, but was hit hard by a ball of faint blue fireworks the moment she flashed to the High Priest.

The body soared into the air uncontrollably, and a hot feeling like magma hit instantly.The woman couldn't help but widen her eyes, and a sharp cry of pain resounded through the altar.

The high priest's expression darkened, and he frowned impatiently. After a little weighing, he flew up, grabbed the back of Zhang Ningyue's neck, and roughly pulled Zhang Ningyue out of Longyan's shackles.

Zhang Ningyue was like a drowning person who had just come ashore, half kneeling on the ground, panting heavily.The feeling that her soul was being roasted was really suffocating. Her face was like golden paper, and she couldn't help raising her eyes to look at the huge shadow in the sky, feeling lingering fear in her heart.

Before Long Yan's fierce attack hit again, the high priest cast a spell instantly to open a small barrier, isolating himself and Zhang Ningyue, and the breath of the two of them was temporarily hidden behind the barrier.

He slowly stroked the long-bone staff in his hand, always on guard against the blue dragon wandering outside, then pinched Zhang Ningyue's chin, and asked urgently: "Did you plant the 'soul dream' that I gave you?"

Zhang Ningyue suffered from pain, and couldn't help gasping for air. Feeling the icy shackles on her jaw, she nodded her head: "...Yes."

"That's right," the high priest finally softened his face when he heard the words, and then he let go and pressed his palm on Zhang Ningyue's heart, and quickly used his spiritual power to heal her wounds: "I never thought that it would still depend on these Chen Ningyue who have been buried." Let's solve the calamity of the real dragon through the past years."

Following the words of the high priest, the violent tremors on the ground continued to come from outside the barrier.The red-eyed Canglong was swaying its tail vigorously at this moment, and the flames of the ghostly dragon barely grazed the altar several times, scorching the exquisitely ornately carved vermilion lacquer on the original wooden pillars.

As a result, a lot of gravel and gravel fell down, smashing out shallow pits from the raised soil bags below.

Seeing this, Zhang Ningyue lost all color on her face.

"My lord, Ao Zhan was originally punished by heaven." The spiritual power brutally transferred from the priest's palm was piercingly cold, Zhang Ningyue endured the discomfort, and asked full of hope: "Now use the soul dream to make him embrace the seven emotions again, and forcefully solve the calamity. The return of Jindan to its full glory...does it mean that we can rely on the power of Longdan to bring the souls of the people back to the present world?"

The high priest's movements were a little sluggish, and after a while, he put his hands back and stood up, looked back at the altar where hundreds of living people were buried, squinted his eyes, and sighed: "Yes."

Seeing that under the continuous and chaotic attacks of Canglong, the enchantment used to cover up the breath will be eliminated due to lack of spiritual power, the old man pulled Zhang Ningyue up, his face could not hide his ambition and desire: "It's over! So far, it seems that we have to launch the big formation in advance."

"what do you mean……"

"That's right." The high priest didn't say anything more to Zhang Ningyue, and quickly waved his sleeves to remove the crumbling barrier: "Go and inform Xuanlan, and order him to open the inner formation on the top of the mountain, and then immediately wave to help the deity."

At the same moment when the barrier was withdrawn, the old man slapped Zhang Ningyue's back violently, pushing her directly out of the peak!

After Zhang Ningyue gritted her teeth to stabilize her figure, she tore off the piccolo from her waist, only to hear a sharp whistle piercing through the sky - and then a black shadow flew by, circling to catch the falling woman in mid-air.

In Ao Zhan's sea of ​​consciousness is a large piece of chaos, his veins and veins seem to be boiling hot, the foreground seems to be covered with a layer of red blood, and the pain and irritability in his heart that he has nowhere to vent makes him madly destroying everything around him .

He only felt that his golden core was scorching hot, as if it was about to jump out of the sea of ​​air, and he was not at all restless.

There are all kinds of scattered memories in my mind. Once the dusty memories of more than three hundred years are revealed, the swarming images bring endless and deep pain and depression.

The seal that was forcibly broken by external forces finally aroused the vigilance of Heavenly Dao, and thick thunderclouds began to gather over the mountain peak.

Different from the lightning that Ao Zhan took the initiative to attract before, now the layer of clouds outside the enchantment accumulates, the thunder crackles, and the azure blue lightning like a spider web is ready to go.

Canglong was tossing up and down in the formation at this time, surrounded by raging demon energy like fireflies, falling from between the scales to the ground little by little, corroding the blue bricks into dense shallow pits.

Unaware of changes in the outside world.

With a flick of the dragon's tail, Ao Zhan slammed it hard against the uneven gravel on the ground, the scales on the tail split open and bloodshot overflowed.

However, Canglong didn't feel the pain at all, and indulged in the familiar figure of his back that kept appearing before his eyes and then disappeared suddenly, allowing the other party to stir up the deepest pain buried in his heart.

With the continuous consumption of spiritual power and random attacks, a strong smell of blood permeated Ao Zhan's mouthpiece, but it was a pity that the flesh wounds on his body were not one ten thousandth of his heartache.

The memory was finally filled little by little... Before falling into the deep sea, what he saw with his own eyes was the picture of the young man standing in a corner, watching indifferently.

... Are you laughing at his stupidity and self-assertion?

He rushed to lead people to escape from the predicament, but what he got in return was a drugged three-handed dagger, which, together with bruises all over his body, trampled on his sincerity.

In an instant, Ao Zhan seemed to be hit by thousands of knives and arrows at the same time, and the wound that had finally scabbed was torn again, and what was pulled was not only the flesh, but also the pain to the bone.

The complicated and chaotic scenes are occasionally lingering with joy, but more often it is unspeakable pain... If this is the disaster that he must go through when he enters the world, then this time, he does not want to repeat the same mistakes.

It's hard to realize what you're doing when you lose your mind. Ao Zhan, incarnate as a dragon, turned a blind eye to the thousand clouds of calamity above his head.

The moment the stench of decay resurfaced, the man let out a hoarse growl from the depths of his throat, and clusters of round spiritual power condensed on the palms of both hands.

The spiritual power is like the most ardent burning fire, thick enough to embrace, intertwined in the middle is an unconcealable majestic monster aura, carrying the chilling and cold aura of the Canglong itself.

There is no more seal that can restrain Ao Zhan, his red eyes are red like a ghost, his long hair is windless and automatic, scattered behind him against the backdrop of blue flames.

One moment is one thought, twenty thoughts are one moment, twenty moments are one snap of the fingers... that's the one thought!

Two balls of blue flames with the power of infinite true dragons were thrown towards the soul of the high priest. The sound of piercing through the sky was even more mournful than the crying and howling of all ghosts before, and the shrill screams resounded through the sky!

The blue flame swept everything Ao Zhan could see with overwhelming momentum, even the floor tiles were burned into a translucent appearance.

The high priest had no time to dodge!His crooked body gradually twisted and curled up in the faint fireworks, almost turning into ashes.

The soul body has no substance, but at this moment, it was burned so that its eyes were empty, and there were two dark holes left.In a blink of an eye, the black feather cloak on the priest turned into a wisp of blue smoke.

With a soft "click", the gilded mask that was burnt into black charcoal rolled down.

His eyes were stained with darkness, the man walked forward slowly, squatted down/body, and picked up the remaining half of the mask expressionlessly.

...It's just that what he didn't realize was that some kind of fine and bright powder in the ash pile was slowly gathering.

quietly.