The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

A cold light shocked the entire Yan Mojie, and this was Ao Fan's strength.

The cold light suspended in the sky destroyed the entire mountain in an instant, something that no one had expected.

The collapsed mountain instantly destroyed the faith in the hearts of the demon gods present. It was just a cold light, and even the Dragon Emperor did not appear in person.

King Yan Mo barely maintained the formation, and his heart was shocked.

Lost, lost completely.

Can you really keep Yan Mojie?

In the next second, a fierce look appeared on King Yan's face, and he would never retreat!

From the current layout of the Dragon King, it can be seen that this Yan Mojie has no place of its own, first there is Taiyi Tianzun, and then the black dragon.

One person and one dragon came for his own Yan Mojie luck.

One person does not hold much, and it is fine for two people to divide one point, but a third person is never allowed to get involved.

Is there a world of three saints in the world?

Wanting to understand this, I saw that King Yan's momentum condensed, as if he had returned to the state of killing and decisiveness in the past.

A red light gradually appeared in his eyes, and a red light gushed out of Yan Mowang's body, and then he saw the red light rushing towards the cold light as if to tear the world.

The sudden change excited everyone's heart, and looked at King Yan with scorching eyes, as if they had seen the past.

That Yan Demon King is finally back!

Ao Fan, who was far away in the Dragon Palace, seemed to feel a little bit, a smile appeared on his face, and with a casual wave of one hand, the Long Wei on his body instantly converged.

"Only in this way can you have fun in killing. If you fail to recover, why should I take down Yan Mojie in one go?"

In Yan Mojie at this time, the cold light floating in the sky dissipated instantly before the red light touched him.

The Tianwei that had originally gathered also disappeared instantly, as if that cold light had never appeared before.

A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and everyone didn't know what had happened, but thought that the cold light was scattered by King Yan's blow.

But only King Yan knew that this move was not driven by himself, but by the Dragon Emperor himself.

It's just that none of this is important, as long as you re-establish your own power, it is the most important.

After making up his mind, King Yan looked at the demon gods and slowly said, "I can't avoid this battle. Three days later, gather on the banks of the holy river, and this king will fight the Dragon Palace to the death!"

All the demon gods were shocked instantly, and a bright color appeared on their faces. They were waiting for this day!

"I'll wait to obey!"

Looking at all the demon gods with excitement, Yan Mowang knew very well that he had to attack first in this battle, and only in this way would he be able to kill the black dragon before he could completely take shape.

Only in this way can I concentrate on dealing with Taiyi Tianzun alone.

This is my only chance!

...

On the banks of the Holy River, looking at the river that was still glowing with golden light, Monkey King slowly retracted his gaze, and then sighed slightly.

"The black dragon is afraid it will take a few days to breed."

Hearing this, Huo Qubing frowned on the side and obviously felt that this was not appropriate.

"I'm afraid I can't wait so long."

As soon as the voice fell, a hint of surprise appeared on Monkey King's face, and he asked, "Why?"

"There is too much movement here. Just now, the Dragon Emperor has already taken action, which shows that the Yan Mowang has planned to do his best to deal with us. As long as he does not die, he will find us soon."

Bai Qi on the side explained something, and then raised his head to look into the distance: "It can't be too long. It can take as long as seven days or as short as three days. The army of Yan Mojie will definitely come here."

Monkey King's face was a bit ugly, and it was a bit difficult after all in such a short period of time. No one knew whether the black dragon could evolve completely.

"Can you delay it for a few days?"

Monkey King asked, Bai Qi looked at Huo Qubing as usual, then smiled and said, "Naturally I want to try."

"Making Yan is a saint, but I won't take a step back. I will touch it after all."

A war spirit gradually emerged in Bai Qi's eyes, even Huo Qubing around him was like this.

Both of them were born in battle formation, so naturally they like to do this kind of thing where the stronger is stronger.

King Yan Mo is a saint, and even the master of Yan Mojie, and what they have to do now is to **** Yan Mojie over, and it is inevitable that they will confront the saint.

Both Huo Qubing and Bai Qi are in the realm of Golden Immortals of Hunyuan. Coupled with their merits, they are born in Dragon Palace, so they are naturally extraordinary in strength.

The quasi-sages who are waiting for a while can draw a tie. As for the saints, they have only seen and never fought, but it does not prevent them from competing for superiority.

What about the saint?

With their current state, they are not ashamed of losing, and they can brag even if they survived that they were the characters who survived with the saints.

Thinking of this, Bai Qi looked at Monkey King and said: "In this battle, the two of us led an army to resist. There is not much time to fight for, and there will be a few days. If the saint makes a move, I will definitely not be able to stop it. Your own."

Monkey King nodded slightly. In this battle, he had to protect the holy river. There were not many chances to make a move, so he could only hope for the two in front of him.

"Be careful about everything."

After speaking, they saw Bai Qi and Huo Qubing turning and leaving.

...

Flags fluttered on both sides of the sacred river, and the two armies were facing each other across the river. The neat queue just stood there and gave people an invisible pressure.

The millions of troops displayed on both sides of the strait. King Yan Mo, sitting on the throne of the Chinese Army, looked at the Yin Soldiers on the opposite bank with cold eyes, wishing to tear up the rebellious group now.

Millions of Yin Soldiers were paid for nothing in just a few days. This was something that he never expected.

Bai Qi on the other side of the river also looked at the army on the other side, with a disdainful smile on his mouth.

On the realm of cultivation, there may be a few masters on the opposite side, but the posture of this new army formation is really ugly.

After a chuckle, Bai Qi said faintly: "After all, it's a bunch of idiots. General Huo is looking at you."

A smile appeared on Huo Qubing's face on the horse beside him, and he nodded and said, "I know this stuff, don't worry."

After speaking, I saw Na Huo Qubing wave his hand, and then saw a large number of cavalry ride a step forward, and the cavalry on the horse was holding a spear tightly at this time, as if to The spear in his hand was thrown out.

A glimmer of cold light flashed in his eyes, Huo Qubing's mouth raised slightly, and then with a sudden wave of his arm, he heard a sound of armor collision behind him.

"drop!"

There was a roar, and at this time a black spear in the sky pressed towards King Yan's army.

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