Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

And that set of golden armor was made up of pieces of golden scales, each surface of which was engraved with tiny and mysterious runes, emitting a chilling demonic aura.

Once this monster revealed its true face, his gaze became as bright and fiery as a torch, and his incomparably powerful consciousness instantly encompassed the entire Shifeng.

Those Nascent Soul cultivators who were still fighting a desperate battle with the transformed monsters all felt a heavy pressure deep in their hearts.

"It turned out to be you, King Jin Jiao! How is this possible? You actually blatantly violated our agreement and personally participated in the battle?"

The thin old man's face turned extremely pale after seeing the demon cultivator, and he shouted loudly in shock and disbelief.

This Jiaolong demon cultivator was actually a powerful demon beast whose strength had reached the tenth level of great perfection.

"Why can't I take action? If you want me to continue to abide by the agreement, you humans must also show the corresponding strength."

"Since you haven't had any cultivators at the Spiritualization Stage since three thousand years ago, and now that important resources like top-grade spirit stones are involved, the original agreement has lost its meaning."

The dragon head had a cruel and ruthless expression, but he could speak human language clearly, and his tone was as cold as the lake water in the cold winter.

At this moment, two more demon cultivators flew out from the demon fog. One of them looked like a red-haired tiger with two ferocious fangs exposed.

The other was wearing a black robe and a bronze mask on his face. He was tall and burly, giving people a sense of déjà vu.

"Oh, it turns out to be the turtle monster that fought alongside the poisonous dragon back then!"

Yan Yun, who was hiding below, couldn't help but feel his heart tighten when he saw the golden dragon. However, when he saw the black-robed, green-faced demon cultivator, he was quite surprised and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Then, he recalled Feng Xi who had almost pushed him into despair.

His face immediately turned gloomy, and his eyes quickly searched the demonic fog, but he did not find any other demon cultivators flying out of it.

Yan Yun frowned, and did not rashly release his spiritual sense or use his spiritual eyes to investigate.

After all, the spiritual consciousness of a level ten great monster is also quite powerful. Although he managed to maintain his own stealth within the coverage of the opponent's spiritual consciousness, if he actively releases his spiritual consciousness, he will undoubtedly expose his position.

However, now that the Golden Dragon King has appeared, it can be foreseen that the monks of the Anti-Star Alliance may be facing great danger.

However, the turtle monster was actually related to this demon dragon. Could it be that this demon dragon had some connection with the poisonous dragon from that year?
Yan Yun speculated secretly in his heart.

Hearing the words of the Golden Dragon King, the cultivators on the stone peak all showed expressions of terrified expression, and the thin old man in the air felt the despair in his heart deepening.

As a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, he certainly would not give up hope of survival easily.

Suddenly, he let out a shrill scream, and the blue flying sword that was flexibly flying in the evil fog suddenly burst into dazzling light. Then, accompanied by a deafening explosion, the entire flying sword exploded instantly.

This flying sword is an ancient treasure whose power cannot be ignored. When the old man surnamed Tang was willing to sacrifice himself, the power it unleashed far exceeded the imagination of ordinary cultivators.

A huge silver-white ball of light appeared out of thin air above the stone peak, dispersing all the blue mist spewed out by the fat man opposite, and the two phantoms transformed from the golden rings were also blasted away in an instant.

The fat man was greatly surprised, and immediately used all his strength to activate the round bowl in front of him. A large amount of yellow light instantly condensed into a light curtain to protect himself firmly. At the same time, his body had to retreat quickly to the rear.

Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, the thin old man turned his palm, and a purple handkerchief suddenly appeared in his hand. He threw it forward without hesitation.

The brocade handkerchief instantly turned into a ball of purple light that wrapped the old man. Then after a flash, it turned into a stream of purple light that flew through the air.

It was so fast that it flew more than twenty feet away in the blink of an eye.

After the old man made this move, it seemed like a signal to retreat. The other cultivators who were still fighting fiercely with the Nascent Soul cultivators also used their own magical spells.

Or a ray of white light would shoot out around the body, and then disappear without a trace.

Or they would suddenly spit out blood and turn into a strange blood-red light to escape. Each of them was willing to pay a heavy price to try their best to get rid of their opponent and seek a chance of survival.

Suddenly, a cold and merciless snort that penetrated into the bone marrow came from mid-air, and the facial expression of the Golden Dragon King became extremely ferocious and terrifying.

He simply waved his hand, and then there was a deafening thunder, and a strange light intertwined with gold and silver colors shot out instantly.

This monster actually threw the golden spear in his hand at the thin old man at an astonishing speed.

As soon as this ray of light was released, it turned into a strange flash of light and disappeared without a trace into the void.

"Not good!"

The thin old man in the distance was paying close attention to the behavior of the Golden Dragon King. Seeing this scene, his heart sank. He quickly threw the green mirror in his hand backwards.

Under the illumination of a green light, a full moon gradually appeared. It was so huge that it was several feet high. The green light was diffused, completely covering the old man's figure.

However, at the moment when Qingyue was formed, a golden spear more than ten feet long appeared in close proximity, flashing silver arcs of electricity on it, making a rumbling thunderous sound, and hit the center of Qingyue hard.

The surface of the clear moon began to shatter like a mirror, and the golden spear instantly penetrated the moon, completely shattering it.

"what!"

Seeing the scene in front of him, the thin old man was horrified and had to control the purple light to escape from the scene.

However, at this moment of rapid change, the golden spear, which had shrunk by nearly half its size, shot out from the remaining moon shadow and strangely pierced into the purple light.

There was a loud "bang"!
The brocade handkerchief seemed to be some kind of ancient treasure of extremely high level, and the purple light it emitted successfully blocked the attack.

Despite this, the thin old man was still struck as if he had been electrocuted. He was suddenly knocked several feet away and completely lost control of his body.

In mid-air, the Golden Dragon King gently lifted his right foot, and his body strangely crossed a space of more than ten feet.

In just a few breaths, he had already caught up with the thin old man, and without hesitation, he waved his hand and grabbed the other person. His five fingers shone with golden light, as if they were made of gold.

The thin old man had just recovered slightly from the blow, but when he saw the Golden Dragon King's relentless attack, his face suddenly turned pale. In desperation, he could only open his mouth and shoot out a green light, which turned out to be a round emerald green gem that was comparable to his fist.

With a "clang" sound, the golden claw mercilessly grabbed the round bead in its hand, but when the two collided, a crisp sound like metal friction was emitted. However, the green bead expanded in an instant, as if it was about to break free and fly away.

A cold light flashed in the Golden Dragon King's eyes, and his five fingers suddenly extended into several-inch-long nails. At the same time, golden scales the size of copper coins appeared on the back of his hands.

After a muffled "puff" sound, the monster actually crushed the round bead into pieces with his bare hands.

After a flash of dazzling green light, the golden claw was completely unscathed, showing no signs of damage. "Dragon Transformation Technique!"

At the moment the orb was destroyed, the thin old man let out a hoarse cry in a panic. At the same time, his mind was filled with deep sorrow and he gushed out a mouthful of blood.

However, the brief delay at this moment caused Zi Guang to flee with him rapidly. In a very short period of time, he had even opened up a distance of more than ten feet from his original destination - the Golden Dragon King.

However, this time the Golden Dragon King did not chase with all his strength. Instead, a gloomy expression came from under the golden armor he was wearing. Then, he simply stretched out his hand and punched towards the purple light in the distance.

Above the purple light, an extremely huge golden fist about ten feet tall appeared mysteriously, then rushed down with great force.

After a loud "boom" that shook the earth, the thin old man was knocked away from below by the giant fist.

It fell onto the stone peak at the speed of a meteor, and actually pierced a huge hole several feet wide in an attic, which was eventually buried by endless rubble.

King Jin Jiao raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a hint of sarcasm, and then he moved lightly, and in the next moment he was standing on the top of the attic, standing on the edge of the huge pit, looking into the distance.

He was seen with his arms stretched out, his palms facing the sky, emitting a golden light, and he was about to kill the thin old man.

However, at this critical moment, his expression suddenly changed drastically, and he suddenly changed the direction of his arm, grabbing towards a place in front of the attic door, deep in the ground, and then an angry snort came from his mouth:

"Who is spying here? Please show yourself!"

Five sharp golden claws flashed in an instant and disappeared into the ground without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, several dull collision sounds were heard, and five ditches several meters long and of worrying depth appeared in front of the attic.

It was pitch black, as deep and unfathomable as an abyss, but there was nothing unusual about the surrounding ground, and no human figures emerged.

Seeing this scene, the Golden Dragon King in the attic looked around, revealing a hint of astonishment.

Not long ago, he had felt an indescribable fear without any expectation, as if his whole body was trembling, prompting him to attack without hesitation.

However, the attack failed at this moment, causing King Jin Jiao to fall into silence, unable to tell where the uneasiness just now came from.

After all, this was not the first time that a mistake in prediction had occurred in his long training career.

However, the terrifying shudder just now was too intense, as if something extremely dangerous was lurking in the dark, causing him to still feel frightened.

Just as the monster was considering whether to further expand the search range, the pile of rubble at the bottom of the attic pit shook a little, and then returned to calm again.

This tiny movement alone immediately attracted the attention of King Jin Jiao. His eyes swept across the messy piles of stones, and a strong murderous intent was clearly revealed on his face.

He stretched forward with one arm!
With a deafening roar, the golden magic spear suddenly appeared before the eyes in the light surrounded by electric snakes.

King Jin Jiao grasped the spear tightly without saying a word and swung it downwards with force.

The magic spear flashed a silver arc and instantly turned into a dazzling and amazing light, rushing down, and then flashed away strangely along the way.

When it reappeared, the spear had already been deeply inserted into the ground more than 20 feet away from the attic.

With a deafening roar, the golden spear instantly disappeared in the smoke and dust, and no trace of it could be found again.

Immediately afterwards, a dull groaning sound was heard, and the ground nearby suddenly cracked and shattered, with countless stones shooting out like projectiles.

At the same time, a bright purple light broke through the rocky area, revealing the figure of the thin old man.

But at this moment, the old man's face was as pale as paper, blood kept coming out of his mouth, and the purple light around him flickered, showing that his spiritual power was about to be exhausted and his life was in danger.

Obviously, although this purple light had magical effects, it was finally unsustainable after being continuously attacked by the Golden Dragon King.

As soon as the old man appeared, he immediately rushed towards the place outside the stone peak.

The sneer on King Jin Jiao's mouth became more and more intense. He stretched out his hand and grabbed downwards again, and a golden spear immediately appeared out of thin air.

He swung his one arm again, even though the thin old man had already offered up a shield and an iron ruler for defense.

However, in front of the golden spear that was shooting towards them, they were like nothing. The two magic weapons shattered into powder in an instant, and the golden spear penetrated through without stopping.

Although the old man tried his best to dodge, he was still unable to avoid the fatal blow due to such a rapid attack.

The golden spear pierced through the purple light, which had become extremely weak, and passed through the old man's chest without any hindrance.

The cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul stage let out a shrill scream, and his body fell down like a kite with a broken string, landing heavily on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, he became motionless, and a charred black hole the size of a bowl appeared on his chest. Several slender silver lights flickered around it, and a faint smell of barbecue was emitted.

"Humph, a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul actually wanted to escape from my hands. What wishful thinking!"

The Golden Dragon King raised his arm to summon back the golden spear and said expressionlessly.

Then, he stretched out his hand again and swung it. A sound of breaking air was heard, and several sharp nails shot out and spread out against the wind.

It quickly transformed into a giant golden nail about a foot long, and instantly nailed the old man's limbs and neck firmly to the ground. (End of this chapter)