Chapter 212 Heavy
"If you have the ability to break the array, why do you have to be crooked here?"
"Do you really think there's nothing you can do?" Jiang Ming said coldly, and suddenly raised his backhand, and the yin and yang jade seal appeared in his hand, and the pressure of the innate spiritual treasures was filled with: "Suppression!"
Ang~~
Yin and Yang double dragons flew out of the jade seal and intertwined in the void, like a layer of confinement and a layer of shackles, freezing the universe, making the space in the array extremely slow. In an instant, the operation of the array also became slow, and the power was reduced by one layer out of thin air.
Yin and Yang Yuxi has the power to suppress the universe. If Jiang Ming urges this thing in the realm of saints, he will definitely be able to crack the array, but at this moment, he can only suppress it slightly. However, even so, it also brings great convenience to the people in the array. Everyone can show their strength to fight with the dragon clan, and they are no longer so restrained.
"Do it!"
Jiang Ming shouted coldly, his eyes were like torches, shocking, and countless pictures flashed in his eyes, as if a world was brewing. Where the light swept away, all the dragon clans were distracted and fell into or angry. Or sadness or joy, all kinds of emotions emerge on them, and these dragons suddenly lose control and can't extricate themselves.
Jiang Ming's shouting was shocking and morale was high. Although they are all elites and strong people who have suffered from stormy accidents, they are all overjoyed and kill harder when they think that the powerful dragon clan will be destroyed in their own hands.
The dragon clan is huge, with a large number of deaths and flesh and blood converging into a river, which can be described as miserable.
The dragon thorn smiled and suddenly opened its mouth and swallowed it. Countless broken flesh and blood gathered into a torrent of flesh and blood, all of which were swallowed in the mouth. The strange light in the phantom body of the dragon thorn flashed, refining flesh and blood, and then condensed out a wisp of deep light and indestructible flesh and blood. Gradually, his body was no longer illusory and had a solid driving force.
Bum!
The huge tail of the dragon thorn shook fiercely, like the same dark Styx River, with the power of destroying heaven and earth.
The saint's array shook violently and crumbling under this blow.
A corner of the array collapsed, and the faces of the three dragon quasi-saints were blue and purple, which was extremely ugly.
"Hear me, hold on!" Watching the dragons collapse, the flesh and blood devoured, and the heart of the dragon clan was dripping blood. The weakest of these warriors are also at the level of golden immortals, which is the backbone of the dragon clan. Now that they die so quickly, they are simply like knives.
In the battlefield, there are many dragon deaths and injuries, and human monks have occupied an absolute advantage. Jiang Ming's mind moved, and the yin and yang emperor's robe appeared on his body, releasing wisps of light and shocking.
Jiang Mingzhen's anger moved, the yin and Yang emperor's robe was hunting, and the yin and yang emperor's robe stretched out, connoting the universe. Jiang Ming suddenly put all his own and all the black dragons into his sleeves. The power of the quasi-saint is unpredictable. Waving is to create a virtual world, and it is not a problem to accommodate hundreds of millions of people.
The defense of the Yinyang Emperor's robe is unparalleled. Unless the saint comes in person, no one can break it. Jiang Ming sent these people into the world of the Yinyang Emperor's robe. As long as the Yinyang Emperor's robe is not broken, they are difficult to be hurt. Jiang Ming is impatient and wants to try his best.
Boom!
Jiang Ming's body burst into a thousand feet of black light and patted the array fiercely. His domineering power was overwhelming, revealing an amazing sense of power and power, like a world-class demon god.
The rest of the quasi-saints saw that there were no worries, and they also took action without reservation. They were extremely powerful and heroic, and horrible.
The saint-level array is indeed very strong, but it is difficult to burst out all the power without the urging of the saint. It is nothing but incomplete. In addition, Dragon Thorn, who used to be a saint, now has fallen in strength, but under the fierce attack of the strong man who devoured a large amount of dragon's blood and began to rise, he felt quite shaky.
In the depths of the array, the three dragons' bodies glowed, their hair danced, and burst out the strongest power to preside over the array to turn the tide. However, in eleven world-class quasi-saints and a once a saint who was once a saint. At this moment, the offensive of the semi-saint has shown fatigue, with cracks in the body and overflowing mouth. The bleeding silk, his eyes were red, as if he hadn't slept for a few days and nights.
In this life, after living for so many years, they have never been so embarrassed. Even if they went out to practice when they were young, they were not so embarrassed, because they were a powerful and talented dragon family.
They are arrogant, but they have arrogant capital because they are strong.
However, today they have been forced to a dead end and forced to urge the sage array to block the strong enemy at the cost of being difficult to enter for a lifetime. They were furious and vowed to wash their hatred in the future.
"Your saint array is nothing more than that. After breaking the array, you will know what the price of blood is." Jiang Ming laughed loudly, and every palm was enough to make the stars and moon pale and boundless.
The old man's face was as gloomy as water, and he looked at the cold light in Jiang Ming's eyes, like a sharp blade: "We can't show up now, we can only kill with a large array, otherwise we will definitely be attacked by a group. The teenager is eager to save his mother and suppress the array with the innate spiritual treasure, and the robe on his body is also a congenital spiritual treasure. It consumes a lot every moment and must have paid a great price. Let's fight together to suppress the teenager. As long as the array runs normally, then we will have an advantage.
"Damn thing, I don't know where the younger generation came from, actually has two innate spiritual treasures. Damn it." The Dragon King said with a blue face and hatred.
The old man frowned and said, "Don't panic. Once we panic, we won't be defeated."
The three quasi-saints pinched the seal in their hands and entered the array. Suddenly, their faces turned white, and a mouthful of blood from their hearts couldn't help spitting out, intertwined and fused with the runes in the array.
In the next moment, a whole body is crystal clear, emitting light, giving people an incomparably holy and dreamy, which can be called beautiful. A white dragon of about three feet was born out of thin air. This white dragon has divine eyes, but there is no compelling or murder. His eyes are full of pure staring at Jiang Ming, giving Jiang Ming the feeling that it is the purest thing in the world.
However, such a pair of flawless eyes brought Jiang Ming an unspeakable sense of crisis. The cold sweat on his body penetrated out, and his hair was upside down, as if it had burst.
He is no longer willing to hide his clumsy, his whole body is full of vitality, and the yin and yang emperor's robe is hunting, bulging like a ball, emitting a strong light all over his body, with strong defense. To put it across, even the quasi-saint's blow is difficult to break the defense of the emperor's robe.
However, even so, Jiang Ming still has no sense of security.
With a "bang", the magic sword was held in Jiang Ming's hand, which was extremely sharp. The chaotic atmosphere on the sword body was diffused, faintly cutting the void, and even the large array trembled slightly and was boundless.
"Is this?" The elder's eyes widened.
Ang~~
The white dragon suddenly roared and rushed towards Jiang Ming.
When the dragon thorn saw this, his face changed greatly and shouted, "Jiang boy, don't take it hard. This is a wisp of soul of the Dragon God. It's immortal. What can't you do? Forced it will only make you suffer!"
Bum!
Before his voice fell, Jiang Ming waved his sword and hit Bai Long.
The world suddenly changed color.
Everyone's eyes have lost everything. All they can see is that the world seems to be cut in half, generally white, full of holiness, half dark, and thousands of demons and gods roar, full of coldness.
Boom!
The violent explosion sounded, which could simply deter chaos and overpower the universe. Everything lost its color. These powerful and horrible quasi-saints felt a roar in their ears, as if they were shocked by lightning.
It seems that after a moment, and it seems that after a thousand years, the light and darkness dissipated together. Jiang Ming stood proudly in the void, holding the magic sword, looking calm, like a world-class demon god.
Ferocious cracks appeared on the white dragon's body, which spread rapidly. A touch of shock appeared in his pure eyes and muttered, "The weapon of chaos, is it destined for me to fall? Is it unstoppable?"
The dragon's eyes widened and looked at this scene in disbelief: "God, what did I see? The boy shattered a wisp of the guy's soul, and he seemed to be fine. Is the sword in his hand, that kind of breath, the spirit of chaos, the weapon of chaos? Never mind, it doesn't matter to me, but I laughed at those remnant souls, hahaha."
The dragon thorn rushed over with a big smile and swallowed the white light that was about to dissipate one by one.
"The saint is really powerful, and a wisp of soul cannot be underestimated." Jiang Ming whispered calmly.
Puff!
His face turned white, and deep cracks appeared on his body, spitting out a mouthful of blood to carry it down.