Chapter 327: Mountains and Rivers

Shen Chong was also shocked. This dragon-like monster was Mo Jiaolong that he had met in the Haishen cemetery. However, the Mo Jiaolong he met in the Haishen cemetery was injured by the dragon elephant turtle. His breath was weak, and his strength was greatly reduced. However, this Mo Jiaolong was full of breath, hidden in the lake, with the help of The breath practice of the ancient Tianlong is even more unfathomable. There is a little power of Tianlong, and it has reached the realm of the five-grade demon king.

As an ancient alien species, Mo Jiaolong is full of treasures. A single demon elixir is enough to be worth tens of millions of vitality stones, and its bone scales are all good materials for making magic weapons.

On that day, in the Sea God Cemetery, even if the Mo Jiaolong was seriously injured and dying, Shen Chong could not break its scale armor and seize its demon elixir, which showed the hardness of the scale armor on its body.

Although it is dangerous, it is also a huge wealth. Wu Hede is not afraid, but let out the light in his eyes and waved his hand to hit the sea god pearl.

Although the ink dragon has not turned into a human shape, its intelligence has been opened, its eyes are fierce, and its mouth roars:

"Stupid human beings dare to disturb Lord Tianlong's long sleep, die!"

As soon as the dead word was drunk, the sound wave shook, the wind blew up, the lake splashed, and countless crystal drops of water turned into murderous swords. In an instant, the world had changed color, and a sound similar to a dragon singing echoed in the lake.

"Happy New Year, protect the moon shadow!" Wu Hede was also very knowledgeable, and his mana rolled over like mountains and seas. Under the impact of the two forces, the Canghai God Pearl released its light and blocked all the sharp swords turned into these water beads.

It's the art of sound killing again. This Mo Jiaolong has been able to make the sound of dragons, so it has the qualification to evolve into an ancient dragon.

Wu Henian's face changed. Such a powerful existence was no longer what he could deal with. He turned around and had been far away with Wu Yueying.

But Shen Chong not only did not avoid it, but rushed up. There were dragon soul beads and the seven green dragon shadows, and there was a soul-raising tree to suppress the sea of knowledge. He didn't care about this sound killing at all, and in his sea of knowledge, the light of the dragon soul beads was shining. Shen Chong had a feeling that if he could get this ink dragon's demon elixir, he would definitely play this. More wonderful uses of the dragon treasure.

Seeing that this sound killing skill was ineffective for the two people in front of him, Mo Jiaolong shook his head and flew up from the lake, hitting Wu Hede straight, and a thick tail also swept over.

"Good luck!" Wu Hede shouted, waved his hand, shot out thousands of golden lights, gathered into a big net, and netted Mo Jiaolong head-on. Then, a treasure map flew out of his body. When it was a roll, it unfolded all over the world, covering the whole lake.

"Under the suppression of my mountains and rivers, let's see where you can run." Wu Hede flew up and merged with the treasure map into one.

Once the mountains and rivers are unfolded, the golden and precious gas in the lake is suppressed, and even the senses of the outside world have been isolated. The peaks rise from the ground, the forests are deep and the trees are dense, and the virtual middle is solid, and the fog is hazy, and it is integrated with the real environment, achieving a world of virtual and reality. Boundary.

Although it can't be produced, this mountain and river Vientiane map must be the quality of a magic weapon, blur everything, trap the enemy and capture it, and it is useless.

Mo Jiaolong couldn't help roaring and twisting his body. He had broken all the golden light, but he could not escape the cover of the mountains and rivers.

Bum!

Mo Jiaolong seemed to be enraged and viciously hit the mountains and rivers. The fog dispersed, and a mountain peak was swept down by a huge tail. But in an instant, another mountain peak stood up, full of pines and cypresses and mountain fog, which was the same as the real mountain peaks.

Dozens of peaks collapsed in a row, but they did not shake the pictures of mountains and rivers. Soon Mo Jiaolong also understood. Suddenly, he opened his blood basin and took a deep breath. The fog on the surface of the water had been swallowed by it. Suddenly, it spewed out, and a breath of water was swept around. The smoke has come out everywhere, and it melts in an instant. This is the true source of its hard-working life, and the poison contained in it is enough to melt the magic weapon.

Oh! Sneer! Sneer!

If you can see it from mid-air, you can see a thick black smoke coming from a map covering dozens of miles, as if it had melted from the inside.

"It's worthy of being the five-grade demon king. If I don't have this treasure map, I'm afraid I'm not its opponent."

The demon king of the same level fights with human monks, and most of the losses are human monks, not only because of the advantages of the demon king's flesh, but also because of the terrible talent of the demon king.

Although Mo Jiaolong could not break through the mountains and rivers, Wu Hede was also uncomfortable. urging this treasure map also consumed a lot of his mana. Soon his forehead had sweated, and the recovery of the illusion in the treasure map was getting slower and slower.

Wu Hede's face was flushed and he had secretly spit out a mouthful of blood. This treasure map was connected to his mind and was refined by the soul. Obviously, it was a magic weapon of his life. Under the repeated attacks of Mo Jiaolong, he had suffered a small loss.

"This picture of mountains and rivers is so powerful that I'm afraid it has reached the level of Zhongpin magic weapon." Shen Chong was originally holding the red abyss sword and hiding aside, ready to take action at any time to give this Mo Jiaolong a fatal blow, but now he has been shrouded in the mountains and rivers.

The fog in the picture turns into thousands of scenes. Although most of them are ordinary illusions, there are also some murderous and dangerous breaths.

Although Shen Chong can see the illusion in this picture, he can't find a way out. I'm afraid there is no other way but to break the picture with brute force. Looking at the Mo Jiaolong, the continuous attack also consumes a lot of mana on it, and the action at this time also slows down.

The Chiyuan sword beat in Shen Chong's palm and was eager to try. He seemed very excited: "Master, I dare not expect the body of the ancient dragon, but the dragon body of this Mo Jiaolong must be left for me. If it can be refined into the Chiyuan sword, it can achieve the supreme sword body, and it will be more sure to break through the magic weapon."

There is also a trace of real dragon blood on the fire red spirit snake, but it is almost thin and negligible, and the real dragon blood of this ink dragon is much thicker than it. As long as it devours this blood, its soul can rise again, and even condense the incarnation of the dragon. No wonder it is already excited.

"Let's wait and see. Even if we can kill this ink dragon, I'm afraid it's not our turn." Shen Chong took a look at the mountains and rivers outside the picture and He Wude, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

No matter how it is allocated, kill this big guy first. Shen Chong's mind must be that a trace of dragon spirit has been introduced into the Chiyuan sword, peeping at the opportunity. The human sword is united, turning into a red light, and cutting at the Mo Jiaolong.

"Hateful human beings, what a bold man." Mo Jiaolong just consumed too much mana and was not injured. When he saw Shen Chong rushing forward, he patted his tail without thinking about it.

"Break!"

Shen Chong shouted softly, and the Chiyuan sword had been stabbed out. The Chiyuan sword, which contained the dragon soul ball dragon spirit, stabbed into the Mo Jiaolong. Silently, it stabbed in like cutting tofu.

Roar!

"It's impossible. I don't care even if it's a magic weapon. How can a magic weapon hurt my body?" Mo Jiaolong cried out in pain.

It's really useful. Shen Chong was happy in his heart. This dragon soul ball is the most precious treasure of the dragon clan. All the magical power of the dragon clan can be supported and restrained. Just a trace of dragon spirit broke the scale armor of the ink dragon and let the red abysss sword drill in.

"There is nothing impossible," Shen Chong shouted coldly, "There is no life in kendo, the sword is like rain, and there is no life under the sword!"

The red abyss sword suddenly turned into countless sword threads, stirring in the body of Mo Jiaolong. Although its scales are strong, its inner body is still flesh and blood. How can it withstand the stirring of this sword spirit? It has been seriously injured in an instant.

"Hahaha! "I'm happy!" Although he did not fully get the body of the Mojiao dragon, Chiyuan drilled around its body and swallowed it happily. Every trace of flesh and blood is a great supplement to it. If it can completely swallow the whole Mojiao dragon, it will really have the qualification of advanced magic weapons.

But Mo Jiaolong is the five-grade demon king. His strength is far above Shen Chong, and his reaction is also extremely fast. He twists his body, opens his mouth and breathes. A mouthful of Zhenyuan is swallowed from his mouth and suppresses the sword gas in his body.

"Well, I didn't expect this boy to be quite bold. It seems that he still has a treasure that can restrain the dragon clan, which makes me underestimate him."

Wu Hede, who was melted in the picture of mountains and rivers, was a little surprised. The red abyss sword could not enter his magic eyes at all, but the dragon spirit wrapped around the sword surprised him. You know, even if it was refined with the picture of mountains and rivers, it could not break the scale armor protection of the ink dragon in less than ten days and a half months, and the red abyss that supported the dragon spirit. The sword stabbed in effortlessly.

But at this time, he could not bear to think about it. While Mo Jiaolong was seriously injured, Wu Hede rushed down against the Canghai God Pearl again. There was already a golden dagger in his palm. The sword was swallowed uncertain, and it turned out to be another magic weapon.