Chapter 103 Sing the Master

He laughed hysterically at the blue clothes, and there was a strong disdain in the eyes of the disciples of the Dragon Emperor, who seemed to be looking at a group of wild dogs.

"It's strange, is this little guy possessed?"

On the clouds in the air, "Yin" stood beside Wu Pengwei, with some doubts.

Entering the demon is a terrible thing. People who enter the demon will lose their control of qi and blood and are insane. After entering the demon, the power of qi and blood may produce more powerful power than before, but the control is significantly reduced, or the sanity is a little confused.

However, although Xiang Qingyi on the top of the mountain is a little crazy, the control of the power of qi and blood is extremely pure. It is indeed a means of martial arts saints, and it is well organized, and there is no sign of magic at all.

"It's true that I'm possessed, but the way of enchantment is a little strange." Wu Pengwei's eyes showed a trace of solemnity. Xiang Qingyi's situation was a little special, which was beyond his expectation. Even at the moment when he punched Qingyi, he could keenly find that the power of the other party's qi and blood presented a vast way, and his power was ingenious, which was completely different from the ordinary qi and blood method.

On the top of the mountain, Xiang Qingyi looked up and laughed: "Ha ha, no one came out? Then let the evil broken army come out and let him hand over the 'Evil Emperor Dafa'. Maybe I'm in a good mood and I can let you go. Otherwise, I will raze the Dragon Emperor Mountain to the ground.

In the crowd, Butterfly Dance held the body of the dying Elder Jin and roared hoarsely: "Qing Yi, what's the benefit of you doing this? What's good for you if you destroy the Dragon Emperor? This is where you grew up. Don't you miss the old feelings at all?

"Old-fashioned? Haha..." A flash of Qingyi suddenly came to the butterfly dance, held its neck, picked it up, pointed like a knife, and scratched his clothes from the neckline, revealing a smooth jade-like body, especially a pair of jade, peaks and ** fragrant grass triangles on the chest, which made people ecstasy.

"For you, I can't miss the old days..." Xiang Qingyi smiled strangely, rubbing and rubbing his palms vigorously in front of the chest of the butterfly dance, especially a pair of buds on his chest, constantly using his index finger, a little red in the cold mountain wind and gradually becoming stiff under the rubbing and rubbing, like two pink bodhis.

"Beast, you, let me go..."

The butterfly dance that was choked in her throat could not exert any strength. She tried desperately to struggle, but found that the power of qi and blood was like being suppressed by some huge invisible force, completely stagnant and could not be controlled by herself. The most terrible thing was that in the other party's rude technique, there was a strange feeling in her heart.

A trace of flushing involuntarily overflowed between the neck, and there was a red glow on the face.

"Butterfly dance, this is the aphrodisiac hand I use, which can most stimulate the desire in people's hearts. Jie Jie, I have been thinking about you for a long time." Xiang Qingyi licked the round earlobe of the butterfly dance, as if he was sucking and allowing the most sweet juice, and his tone was indescribable: "Little sister, since the first time I saw you, I wanted to strip off your clothes and go to bed with you, but it was bound by morality. Now, I have a vast power, even the old dragon evil of the Dragon Emperor. Pifu will not be my opponent. Today, I will do that with you in front of everyone, let you die and become my doll from now on.

Butterfly dance only felt that there was a strange fire burning in her heart, which made her blood boil all over her body. Obviously, it was a strong shame, but her snow-white skin flushed like red clouds. The physiological reaction exceeded her self-control and formed a strong electric current, which made her produce a trace of confusion, only A drop of crystal tears quietly slid down from his eyes.

Everyone in the Dragon Emperor on the top of the mountain looked inexhaustible angry, but unfortunately, no one dared to come forward to stop all this.

The more presumptuous Xiang Qingyi is, the more cowardly these people are.

In the face of invincible force, morality and righteousness have become dispensable. These warriors, who are rolling on the edge of death all day long, know more about the value of life and the irresistibleness of power.

So, they chose to be silent.

"It's him. This boy is so bad that I can't stand it anymore. Let me go down and deal with him." Yin took off his sleeve and looked indignant. He was about to go down and do it.

Wu Pengwei stopped "Yin": "Don't be busy. Someone came out of the Dragon Emperor's Hall."

On the top of the mountain, Xiang Qingyi, who kept rubbing and rubbing in front of the butterfly dance chest, suddenly stopped his movements. First, he frowned and immediately laughed: "Long Xie Laoer, you still can't stand it after all."

"Reverse barrier, if you are so rebellious, aren't you afraid that the way of heaven is not allowed?"

In front of the Dragon Emperor's Hall, the "Thunder" ancient bell suddenly sounded, making a shocking sound. This sound was like a knife, rolling up an infinite wind and spinning, like a spiritual life, in the shape of a dragon, rushing to Qingyi.

"Haha, this is the trick, but it can't stop me."

He laughed at the blue clothes and waved his arm. The endless dragon-like wind was suddenly shaken away, but at this time, a big palm covering all directions of the world came in the air. This palm was terrible. Around the palm, the void was like a cracked mirror, which contained countless cracks, taking into account the sound of crisp explosion.

Xiang Qingyi was not in a hurry and was immediately slapped by this palm.

Strangely, when this palm hit the chest of Tsing Yi, there was no sound, but the air at the junction of the palm and Tsing Yi swayed like a water wave, and then Tsing Yi flew backwards like a broken kite.

At the same time, the butterfly dance, which was held tightly by his left hand, was also loose and robbed by the other party.

"Yin" in the void saw this big seal and suddenly stunned: "Is it another martial saint?"

"No, not one, but two." Wu Pengwei squinted and looked under the clouds. The door of the Dragon Emperor's Hall was separated, and two powerful figures were stepping out of it.

With a palm bombardment, Xiang Qingyi was not knocked down, but suddenly smashed into the void when he flew backwards. His fist was like thunder, and he actually made a thunderous sound in the void. The next moment, the body flying out of Qingyi stopped abruptly, and then stood upright like a puppet.

"Old man Bai, is it good to use the big handprint?"

He smiled at the blue man and looked at the hall not far away. There, an old man with white hair and white beard was crouching in front of the butterfly dance, and the robe of his coat was on the latter, with a look of love and concern.

Behind the white-haired old man stood a middle-aged man with a resolute face, a green robe engraved with a golden dragon image, with his hands behind him, as majestic as the emperor of the world.

As soon as the middle-aged man appeared, the momentum of the whole mountain peak changed.

The top of the mountain, which was initially shrouded in the hegemonic spirit of Tsing Yi, was suddenly swept away, and replaced by a soft and not weak king's spirit. The domineering is not awe-hearted, not slow, just like the spring breeze in March, which warms people's hearts, so that there is no resistance in life.

Xiang Qingyi's pupils were tight, and he said word by word, "Long Xie, you are still out."

Before waiting for the dragon evil to answer, the old man in white who had been comforting the butterfly dance suddenly shouted, "Soul, is the dragon evil also called by you?"

After a word, the old man went out like a leopard. He went to the place where the thunder ancient bell was stored in front of the hall. He squatted down, put his palm under the ancient bell, and then held up the thunder ancient bell like a general holding a tripod.

When the ancient bell was raised, there was a flash of lightning in the sky, just like a golden dragon flashing through the sky and falling on the huge bronze ancient bell.

"Hum........."

A continuous and long sound came from the ancient bell, like a dragon singing in the sky. A circle of thunder shuttled back and forth on the ancient bell. The white-haired old man holding the clock with one arm suddenly stamped his feet. The ground could not stand this strong force, and suddenly cracked and collapsed. The old man raised the sky with the huge clock and went straight up to the sky.

"Sirty, you wantonly kill your peers, insult your fellow sisters, and have no respect. It's a great rebellion. I'm going to kill you today."

The white-haired old man roared in the air, suddenly urged the power of qi and blood of his whole body, holding the huge clock high, and the empty left palm immediately slapped on the bell.

"Boom............"

This bell sounded like tens of millions of thunder, and a huge whirlpool was bursting in the void. A dragon's head, the spirit of qi and blood in golden armor stepped out of the whirlpool. The momentum was strong, and a huge roar was made in the sky, shaking through the mountains and fields. The spirit of qi and blood was far greater than that summoned by Elder Jin before. It's twice as big as it is, and it's more than 30 meters away, and the face is fresh and not dull at all.

The white-haired old man did not stop, and suddenly knocked on the "Thunder" ancient bell.

"Hum........."

This bell sounded crisp and continuous, but on the body of the bell, there was an infinite thunder bursting out. It went up the sky, the sun and the moon, and down the mountains and rivers. In the domineering thunder, a golden dragon appeared in the middle, with its teeth and claws at the top of the huge bell, winding out thousands of clouds.

This golden dragon is the spirit of the "Thunder" ancient clock, a sealed ancient golden dragon ten thousand years ago.

"Damn, it's actually a golden dragon, and there seems to be a bloodline." "Yin" has a strange face above the clouds. Whoever sees his descendants being sealed will not look good.

"No, this golden dragon is not pure. It seems that it is not sealed, but voluntarily dormant in it." Wu Pengwei expressed a different view.

"How do you say this? Do you mean that we dragons are very cheap and naturally like to be the second child for human beings?" Yin's face is dark, and his tone is not good.

"Hmm, you can really think nonsense." Wu Pengwei smiled and pointed to the golden dragon wandering between the thunder and said, "You see, this dragon seems to enjoy the refining of thunder very much. If I expect it, this ancient clock is made of meteorites, and on the top of this mountain, it is the best place for thunder to land. The dragon must want to use the thunder quenching body to suck. Take the light of thunder and evolve again and again.

Wu Pengwei said that he broke the sky, but "yin" snorted. He turned his head with extreme disdain and looked at the elegant clouds in the sky, as if he were a child who refused to admit his mistake.

Many people think that he is cunning and cunning, but sometimes he is also pure cute.

The white-haired old man stands in the air, with the spirit of "Dragon God" qi and blood at the top of his head. Under the Dragon God is the thunder golden dragon coiled on the ancient bell. His momentum is unparalleled in the world, and his strength climbs to an unimaginable state.

But at this time, Xiang Qingyi didn't even look at it, and his eyes were still fixed on the dragon evil not far away.

The white-haired old man saw that the other party despised him so much, was furious, and slapped him again, and hit the "Thunder" ancient bell.

"Dong........."

This long breath turned out to be the original sound of the ancient bell.

But when the bell rang, suddenly there was thunder cracking, the earth flashed, and the endless light rose between the mountains and fields for no reason, and even the flowing waterfalls in the mountains flowed backwards.

Between heaven and earth, the thunder ran down. The huge "Dragon God" was lifting the "Thunder" ancient bell in the void and let out a roar, and smashed the golden dragon on the ancient bell to the Qingyi on the top of the mountain.

This blow is enough to destroy the heaven and earth and break the sun and the moon.

Towards Tsing Yi, he just pulled the corners of his mouth slightly.