Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 1080 Dragon Slaying
The distance between Black Dragon Palace and Jumuye is not that close, there are mountains and rivers in between, even if the fit monks rush at full speed, it will take about half a day.However, there is a teleportation circle built in Madam An's Zhihuan Palace, which is convenient for her to go back and forth to the Black Dragon Palace.

Counting from the moment when the Pisces concentric pendant was broken, more than half an hour has passed. After the cold-faced male cultivator teleported to Zhihuan Palace and learned the general situation from the uneasy clansmen, he rushed to Jumuye. What he saw It's the devastated mountains.

The ground seemed to have been plowed once, and there were deep ravines everywhere. Pieces of trees were broken and fell to the ground. Traces of fire and flooding could be seen everywhere. The smoke and dust from the embers had not yet dissipated, which shows how fierce the battle was at that time.

Abandoning those low-level clansmen who dare not approach, the cold-faced male cultivator followed the traces to find it, and further ahead was the Mizong Mountain Range. Before he got close, he felt strong mana fluctuations, and the roar of the dragon shook the sky.

His expression changed slightly, and when he walked around a cut off mountain peak, he saw a man in white clothes standing among the chaotic rocks, and their beautiful concubine was full of pain, and her hair was exuding 潾潾Wave Light's little dragon spirit is being forcibly pulled out of its body.

He couldn't help showing surprise, and shouted: "Stop!"

……

Speaking from the beginning, not long ago, Liu Qinghuan was still retreating steadily under the siege of four giant dragons, and there were many dangers.

The dragon's breath surged, flames blazed across the sky, and thunder and lightning continued, and it was hard to see where people were for a while.

Among the several dragons, the green dragon, probably the most powerful, flicked its tail, and its powerful blue dragon body slammed into it like an undulating mountain range, and Liu Qinghuan hit the ground hard like a stone that was knocked into the air , plowed the earth into a long and deep ravine, and did not know how many trees were broken along the way.

Amidst the rumbling sound, the earth was shattered, and the earth and rocks were shattered.

"Ahem!" Liu Qinghuan's face was as red as blood, and she vomited a mouthful of blood when she turned over, the green aura on her body almost completely dissipated in this collision.

A shadow fell from the top of the head, and the huge and ferocious dragon's head blocked most of the sunlight, rushing down, and the scorching dragon's breath poured down like a rushing tide.

Liu Qinghuan rolled on the ground and sank into a fallen tree next to him. He almost closed his eyes and ran along the woody air until he felt that the surroundings were empty.

He coughed twice, raised his head, only to realize that he had entered the range of the Wandering Mountain Range, and all he could see were jagged and strange rocks without a blade of grass.

He looked back, took out the Wanmu bottle that he had prepared earlier, and opened the bottle!

The bottle contains stone wood, other heavenly spirit trees in the Songxi Cave map do not grow so fast, only stone wood has been planted continuously for these years, and it is just in time for use.

The blue light flew out of the bottle and entered his body, pouring power like a flood into every inch of crystal clear flesh, and even the oppressive feeling caused by the injury in his chest disappeared. The sense of heaven and earth caused Liu Qinghuan to let out a long roar towards the sky.

"Roar~" The sky-shattering dragon's roar sounded at the same time, and the green dragon appeared in the field of vision, as if disdain flashed in the dragon's eyes, and the huge dragon's claws slapped it!
Xiu, who was not as long as its claws below, also raised his hand, only to hear a loud "bang", Qinglong's claws stopped on the ground as high as a person, unable to press down any more!
There was a sneer in the corner of Liu Qinghuan's mouth, his eight-foot-long body was like a strong pine that could not be broken, the sword light in his right hand flashed, all the strength surged out of his body, and he slashed out with one sword!
As the sword light passed, the dragon claws with tough dragon scales were instantly cut open, but no blood spewed out, and the cut was as smooth as a rock.

And Liu Qinghuan had already soared into the sky, abandoned his sword, and punched the dragon's belly facing him!
Mrs. Yu leisurely came here on the black dragon, and when she arrived, she saw the scene of Qinglong, one of the five dragons, being blasted to pieces. Accompanied by the sound of beating like a rainstorm, the man Xiu punched one after another, It beat until Qinglong rolled in the sky like an extremely thick earthworm.

"Ah!" Liu Qinghuan roared like a killing god, and his whole body was like a round of violently burning Qingyang, and he punched out again!
Like a thunderclap, the green dragon's body bent into a strange angle, and the next moment it shrank rapidly as if it had been broken apart, turning into a fan bone and falling down.

Liu Qinghuan stretched out his hand and took the fan bone into his hand, then turned around and kicked to the left!

A large part of the space was sunken visible to the naked eye, and Zilong, who had just caught up, was kicked to the side of the head, and the thunder and lightning exploded in his mouth before he had time to spit it out.

At this moment, Liu Qinghuan descended into the world like a god of killing, unstoppable. Under Mrs. Yan's horrified gaze, the giant dragons one after another turned back to their original fan bones in her hands.

So what about the Five Dragon Fan, what about the Xuantian Treasure!

The Wanmu Zhengrong Nectar Bottle is still the most precious treasure among the treasures of Xuantian. It is called a fairy treasure, and it is only a step lower than the real fairy artifact!

The roar of the giant dragon spread all over the world, shaking the heavens and the earth.However, in the roar, there was not much reservedness and nobility of being a dragon, and the sense of haste overflowed until it disappeared completely in the end.

Mrs. Yan was really scared, this man Xiu was like a lunatic, time and time again he made her think that he could easily break the opponent's spine, but his strength seemed to have no limit, he turned around and reversed the situation, putting her in danger territory.

Even Xuantian Zhibao couldn't kill him, she no longer had the confidence to beat him.

Then the previous scene appeared. After the failed attempt to escape, Mrs. Yan finally fell into the hands of Liu Qinghuan, who was forcibly pulled out of her soul and vomited out the secrets she knew.

"The fact is that..."

As Emperor Ao's favorite concubine, Mrs. Yan really knows a lot of things. The one who went to Yunmengze to secretly set up the star gate was initiated by a force called Yan Yuan Pavilion in the Ten Thousand Spirits Realm, and the master behind the Yan Yuan Pavilion is The candle dragon family in this world.

However, the killing of Daoist Tianyuan and the theft of the Wuying Divine Light Pagoda were not done by the Candle Dragon Clan, but by a ninth-level demon cultivator who was free from all major forces in the Ten Thousand Spirit World!
"Zhu Yan..."

Liu Qinghuan recalled the information on the world of spirits that he had read before, but there was no name of this ninth-level demon cultivator named Zhu Yan.

The ninth level is equivalent to the Mahayana realm of human cultivation.

Even Mrs. Yan didn't have much information about this person in her memory, she only knew that he inherited an extremely rare and powerful bloodline of a divine beast, and his behavior was quite mysterious, almost unknown to the world.

Even when he went to the Ten Thousand Dendrobium Realm to kill people and seize treasures, causing great trouble to the Ten Thousand Spirits Realm, not many people knew about it beforehand.

"This is troublesome. If the power is easier to handle, where can such a lone ranger go to find his trace?"

Liu Qinghuan thought to himself, but this issue was for Xianmeng to consider. He was a fit cultivator, so it was okay to inquire about the news, so how could he dare to find a Mahayana cultivator.

At this moment, the cold-faced male cultivator sent by the Black Dragon Palace arrived after a long time, and finally arrived, and shouted from a distance: "Stop! If you don't want to be hunted down by the entire dragon clan, let him go!"

Liu Qinghuan paused, thought for a while, pulled off the pearl earring on Mrs. Yan's left ear, and then put her hand into her clothes, feeling like a disciple, and found a brocade handkerchief, a A small jade-colored snail, and then slapped Mrs. An on the back!

He has already got what he wanted, and there is really no need to take the other person's life, and after the forcible soul search, the soul of this Mrs. Yan has been seriously injured. Although it is not fatal, it will not be too good for a long time in the future .

While the cold-faced male cultivator was busy picking up people, Liu Qinghuan stepped down and jumped towards a triangular-shaped standing stone tens of feet away. When he leaned up, a dazzling white light lit up!

(End of this chapter)