I really don't want to be a traitor

Chapter 482 Nine Dragon Seal

"Roar!!!!!!!!!!"

The roar of the dragon resounded throughout the world.

The ordinary soldiers on both sides of the war did not know the camp to which the black dragon belonged.

I saw the black dragon approaching menacingly, and its momentum and pressure were even more powerful.

They suppressed the fear in their hearts and were careful to be on guard against the black dragon's surprise attack.

There was even a warrior with a good level of cultivation, who vaguely guessed the realm of the black dragon, and said in a trembling voice: "The Mahayana realm...at least level seven or above?!"

"Don't panic!" Fan Li shouted: "She is reinforcements."

The allied soldiers, who were originally in a panic, suddenly became happy when they heard this.

Above the sky, a bright light flashed.

The huge black dragon that covered the sky disappeared, leaving only a woman with black hair and a black dress, floating high on the dome, looking down at the Ming army camp below with cold eyes.

"Owner."

The woman spoke, and her clear and powerful voice echoed on the battlefield.

"Wuzhui invites you to fight."

Without waiting for Fan Li to reply, the remaining hundreds of thousands of soldiers of the coalition all cheered with excitement!
One of our own!
He is indeed one of our own!

This is a powerful dragon from the Mahayana realm!
There is hope for survival!

There is hope of turning defeat into victory!
Fan Li and Wu Zhui were bound by a master-servant contract, and they had the same feelings for each other.

He knew Wu Zhui's current combat strength, and Wu Zhui also knew everything that had just happened on the battlefield.

Cao Cao is dead!
Sun Quan is dead!
Emperor Jiajing was seriously injured!
At this moment, Wu Zhui really has the strength to fight.

"Okay!" Fan Li said loudly: "As you wish, let's fight!"

"presumptuous!"

As soon as Fan Li finished speaking, several roars came from the Ming army camp.

A total of three figures rushed into the sky.

Yan Song, Xu Jie, Gao Gong!
These three people actually exude the aura of powerful people in the Mahayana realm.

However, after careful investigation, I found that Yan Song was the strongest, Gao Gong was the weakest, and Xu Jie was only half as good as Yan Song.

"My friend across from you is overestimating your capabilities." Yan Song said coldly: "If you want to challenge His Majesty the Ming Emperor, you are not qualified."

This is correct, at least it is common sense.

In the human world, there is usually only another Mahayana emperor who is qualified to challenge the Mahayana emperor.

Wu Zhui didn't say any nonsense.

She directly raised her right hand and saw a large seal floating on her palm.

The large seal is carefully carved and looks like a nine dragon playing with beads.

But upon closer inspection, it was discovered that Jiulong was not a real dragon, but a young dragon, with the shapes of Qiu Niu, Yazui, Chaofeng, Pulao, Suanni, Baxia, Bifan, Fuxi and Chiki.

"Let me show you the methods of the loyal ministers of the Ming Dynasty." Yan Song looked seriously and slowly drew out a spiritual sword.

This sword is of extremely high grade. One side of the blade is engraved with music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the other side is engraved with plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums. It is the famous "Confucian and Taoist Gentleman's Sword" and is also a top grade among heaven-level spiritual treasures.

Just now, Yan Song used this sword to stab Xiahou Dun to death.

Seeing the first assistant drawing his sword, Xu Jie and Gao Gong both expressed envy.

They also have heaven-level spiritual treasures in their hands, but after all they are not as good as the Confucian and Taoist Gentleman's Sword.

"Mr. Xu Ge, Mr. Gao Ge, let's go together." Yan Song said calmly.

It turned out that Yan Song had no intention of fighting alone even if he had a heavy treasure in hand.

Xu Jie and Gao Gong felt contempt in their hearts, and secretly sighed that it was a pity.

Both of them felt that Wu Zhui's combat power was definitely superior to that of Yan Song. If they fought alone, Yan Song would most likely be killed by Wu Zhui on the spot.

"Come on." Xu Jie said expressionlessly.

Gao Gong also nodded.

The three Daming Pavilion elders rushed towards Wu Zhui together.

"Nine Dragon Seal."

Wu Zhui recited the name of the Lingbao softly and threw it towards the invading enemy. Her throwing motion was easy and casual, as if she were throwing a ball of cotton.

The three pavilion elders just frowned, but did not feel much pressure from the Nine Dragon Seal.

Yan Song even raised the [Confucian and Taoist Gentleman's Sword], intending to take the Nine Dragon Seal forcefully.

"Don't touch hard."

"Get out of the way quickly!"

To everyone's surprise, Emperor Jiajing actually issued a warning himself.

Yan Song was shocked!

Regardless of his image as the chief assistant, he actually rolled and crawled in mid-air, narrowly avoiding the Nine Dragon Seal.

However, the tip of the [Confucian and Taoist Gentleman's Sword] had already been extended, and now it was withdrawn hastily, and it still accidentally scratched the edge of the Nine Dragon Seal.

suddenly!

A sudden change occurred!

The Nine Dragon Seal actually emitted nine dragon chants at the same time, accompanied by nine different appearances of dragons.

The situation changed, and suddenly tens of thousands of thunder struck down in mid-air where the three pavilion elders had just paused!
Unfortunately, Emperor Jiajing issued a warning and all three of them avoided it in time.

Thousands of thunders struck the sky and fell below, splitting the earth about a mile in radius into scorched earth, emitting bursts of burning stench.

Some Ming army soldiers who stretched too far, about 5,000 of them, were all killed on the spot by the thunder tribulation summoned by the Nine Dragon Seal!

"So...so strong." Xiang Ning murmured.

Kill five thousand people in one blow?
Is this still the strength of an ordinary Mahayana realm?

No, Wu Zhui has never been in the ordinary Mahayana realm.

Yan Song and the other three people were suddenly sweating profusely, and their eyes looking at Wu Zui were full of unconcealable horror.

Countless pairs of eyes looked up at Wu Zui, either in fear or in admiration.

Only Fan Li could feel the trace of regret and sadness in Wu Zhui's heart.

The Nine Dragon Seal is formed by the condensed souls of nine dragons.

Wu Zhui was in a coma for ten years, but it was not impossible to wake up at first.

But she felt pity for the remaining souls of Jiulongzi, and wanted to force them into her body to help them regenerate through gestation.

Unfortunately, Wu Zhui was not born into the dragon clan, and the souls of the Nine Sons were incomplete.

Except for Qi Niu, Ba Xia and Fu Xi, the other six sons were defeated together with Shi Jingtang. It was Wu Zui who collected the remaining souls scattered in the sky and earth while he was sleeping.

In this way, it was even more difficult for Wu Zhui to conceive nine sons, and finally he fell into a dream and could not wake up.

Fortunately, Fan Li took over the system task and awakened Wu Zhui.

Due to fate, although the dragon soul in Wu Zui could not be reborn, he was grateful for Wu Zui's motherly love and voluntarily condensed it into a spiritual treasure.

The Nine Dragon Seal, from the moment he was born, automatically became Wu Zhui's natal magic weapon and could not change its owner throughout his life.

"Nine Dragon Seal."

Wu Hao threw the Lingbao again.

Yan Song, Xu Jie and Gao Gong were inexplicably frightened!

Such power is almost equivalent to a catastrophe!
But they only have cultivation levels in the early and middle stages of the Mahayana realm, and they are not quasi-immortals in the Tribulation Stage. How can they resist them?
A bird song sounded like a phoenix.

The divine fire was like a wall, blocking the three people.

The Nine Dragon Seal hit the wall of fire heavily, and was taken back by Wu Zhui after it was blocked. However, the wall of fire quickly collapsed, and the Ming Dynasty Suzaku became even more sluggish, and flew back to Emperor Jiajing's side.

"Good means."

"I didn't expect that Fan Li would have such a back-up plan."

Emperor Jiajing spoke slowly, praising Fan Li on the surface, but with sinister intentions.

"If you had just recruited Wu Zhui and joined forces with Emperors Wei and Wu, maybe I would have been defeated and fallen."

As soon as these words came out, the officers and soldiers of Wei and Wu in the coalition army looked sideways at Fan Li.

Their eyes looked questioning, shocked, and even angry!
Fan Li also cursed in his heart.

Emperor Jiajing is indeed a master at playing with power, and he will just open his mouth to sow discord like this!