Chapter 388 The birth of Aolong

The Gangfeng that melted the soul and eroded the bones roared down from the top door and walked through the veins of the limbs in an instant. The true mana that met with it melted like the ice and snow of the scorching sun, and the cool Gangfeng was like a steel knife, scraping the inner part of the meridians inch by inch. Even on the golden elixir, dozens appeared in an instant. A terrible rift. Wang Yixing desperately felt the nine-day wind roaring in his body, and his body gradually became cold. It was the cold mysterious water. The terrible innate spiritual water guarding the four poles in ancient legends had imprisoned his limbs and bones. Even the power of magic weapon could not be applied, and it was difficult to move at all.

Then Wang Yixing's internal organs rose a dark red flame, and in an instant, the heartbreaking pain spread all over his body and even the depths of his soul. The meteorite spark, the domineering flame that isolates the immortal world, and the legendary annihilation flame formed by the fall of the star, is now raging in his body. Wang Yixing couldn't help but secretly regret in his heart why he got involved in this muddy water. After hundreds of years of hard work, he finally reached the peak of Jindan. On the other hand, he was also a small leading figure. However, when he arrived here, he was going to die here.

Towards his newly accepted charming female disciple, Wang Yixing couldn't help smiling bitterly. He didn't know which guy the charming female disciple took advantage of, but obviously he couldn't go back. This damn Wutu God, if it hadn't been for this power to death, he would have flown out hundreds of miles with his own body. How can you be eroded by the power of these four poles and die?

The thunderlight all over the sky fell, and the four poles and nine-day disaster finally fell, washing the whole island like a rainstorm and thunder, and countless precious lights rose up. It was the remaining masters struggling and resisting the thunder scattered in the sky. However, until this time, all the people found that they had not seen the so-called fifteenth-level monster, which made them despair. What are they doing here? Take the initiative to welcome the disaster? People die for money and birds die for food. It is really a famous saying.

"Small Antarctic element magnetic mask? Nine days of ghosts covering the faint flag? The original soul shield of creation?" One by one, the names were chanted one after another in the mouth of the patriarch of the Tianzong. Unexpectedly, so many masters were trapped on this island. These are the famous magic weapons in the immortal world. Its owner is also a hero, but at this moment, he is bound by the power of the four poles and can only be trapped beasts. No matter who is, they dare not rush into this violent natural disaster. As long as they are in the breath of monsters that have not yet appeared, they are the target of the heavenly disaster.

"Humph!" An old man dressed in a blood-red shirt and shaped like a bamboo pole snorted coldly, and glanced at the angry real person and the disciples behind him at the corners of his eyes. "It's a coincidence that the angry real person came. This disaster started, and our disciples are all trapped in it. You are here. Isn't it because the number of us has been greatly reduced and what we want to do? Why?" The angry real person who was watching swept away a pair of tiger eyes, and the cold light flashed in his eyes.

This is uneasy and kind-hearted! Obviously, it is provoking discord. This person is not angry and knows the real person. The scope of Miaochengzong is quite close to the southern Xinjiang, and there is a lot of friction with this Xuezhuzong. This blood clothes obviously wants to take the opportunity to frame. At present, he sneered, "I don't know about Qiaoyu, but all I know is that my Miaochengzong got the news of the opening of the Lingjiang treasure ship, and it is reasonable that this Yanrong country is under the jurisdiction of my Miaochengzong, and the treasures in it should also belong to my Miaochengzong. I, Miao Chengzong, don't want to do that alone, so I let you station in Aohu..." A pair of shining copper bells and big eyes glanced at everyone, and the people he saw felt a little ashamed.

"But this time, the news of the fifteenth-level monster's disaster and the birth of the fairy treasure, I, Miao Chengzong, finally learned about it. At that time, you may have rushed here, right? Excuse me, is this also a coincidence? The words were sonorous and powerful, hitting the hearts of the people like a heavy hammer. The bloody clothes rolled his eyes and couldn't speak.

Seeing that the situation was not good, a monk dressed in gorgeous clothes, like a fat man, quickly dodged over to settle the scene. Coincidentally, when I got the news, it was extremely abrupt, and it was inevitable that there would be mistakes in a hurry. I was really embarrassed. Please forgive me..." Seeing that the angry real person snorted coldly and didn't say anything again, the man laughed. "Now is not the time to quarrel and blame. Those fellow practitioners are still trapped in it. We can't see death without saving..."

With his fat fingers pointing to the island shrouded in thunder, everyone's faces were embarrassed. Up to now, the fifteenth-level monster has not appeared. Perhaps this thunderstorm is not so powerful, but because there are so many monks on the island, and the monster does not know what secret method is used to connect these people's air machine with it, so this thunderstorm is amazing.

Except for the angerless real person, everyone else looked sad. After all, except for Miaocheng Sect, all sects have disciples trapped in it. At this moment, a green light flew from the sky and was grabbed in the palm of Mo Congfeng's hand. The handsome face was now ugly. It was the secret method connected to the soundless mind. The light of this record was just a witch's spell, which was specially used to convey the message.

If it hadn't been for the flying sword, how could Wuyin use such a secret method? After reading the message, Mo Zhenfeng's face was even more ugly. His lips were squeaked, and bursts of secret words came into the ears of the angry real person, and the angry real person's face was also ugly.

"I'm sorry, everyone!" The angry real man arched his hand and said, "It's not that I don't want to rescue the disciples inside, but I just got the message. My Miaochengzong encountered hope. Thousands of low-level disciples in the sect are in danger. I can't wait for it, so I say goodbye..." This made everyone's face change greatly. I didn't expect that there would be such a thing. What about the matter? Since the Miaocheng sect has been attacked, what about its own sect? Obviously, the news of this monster robbery is a trap, but I don't know how my clan is.

The angry real person turned around and wanted to leave, but he was like a dragon and a phoenix. The roar resounded through the world came out. The faint pressure in the power made the mounts and spirit beasts under the patriarch's body shaky and almost fell down. The huge island was rising, and the lake under its feet rushed to the island crazily. The roar resounded through the sky, and a mountain-like head suddenly appeared from the water, which looked like a dragon head.

"Aolong?!!!!" Everyone screamed repeatedly. No wonder they couldn't find the trace of the monster. No wonder the thunderstorm was so powerful. It turned out that these mythical beasts were experiencing the four poles and nine heavenly disasters of the fifteenth level, and everyone's hearts fell to the bottom of the valley.