Myth: My dragons can evolve infinitely

"Do you have confidence!?"

Bao Qing spoke slowly and asked condescendingly.

"have!"

"have!"

"have!"

There were three waves of sound in succession, like the tide lapping at the river bank. Each wave was stronger than the last, and each wave was more deafening than the last. Even Dao Qing himself felt his blood boiling when he heard it.

Among these three sounds, his eyes swept over countless demon clans such as shrimp soldiers and crab generals, fish spirits and fish monsters, dragon clan elites, phoenix clan, unicorn clan, lion clan and so on, and finally landed on a light not far away. The pride surged out.

Who would have thought that in less than a year, the Dragon Clan could develop to such an incredible level! ?

"Set off!"

Bo Qing spoke lightly.

The faint voice stirred up in an instant, and when it fell on every demon clan, they felt as if their whole body was going to explode, and they were boiling.

Immediately, Ao Qing led the entire Dragon Clan in a mighty and dark gallop towards the outside of the sea world.

It can be clearly seen that the shrimp soldiers, crab generals, fish spirit fish monsters, Phoenix Clan masters, and Qilin Clan masters are gearing up and eager to try, their eyes are flashing with excitement, and there is no fear of life or death!

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At this moment, not far from the sea, there is a fishing village in the East China Sea.

As the head of the Three Pure Ones, Taishang Laojun stood quietly in the air. The huge halo of merit behind his head was faintly shining in all directions, illuminating the dim world like daylight.

Behind Taishang Laojun, several black shadows flickered quietly, exuding an extremely powerful witchcraft aura. The witchcraft aura was so strong that it could be sensed within a radius of several kilometers.

And around these black shadows, countless witch soldiers were flying in the air, stepping on the yellow dark clouds. Beside them were the monks of the Bajing Palace who were stepping on the white clouds. The chief disciple, Master Xuandu, was headed by them, and his eyes were shining with intense light. .

"The Supreme Saint, you invited us witch masters here today, don't tell me that you are just to destroy a little demon dragon!"

The one who spoke was the owner of one of the black shadows, filled with witchcraft and a touch of contempt in his eyes.

"That's not a little demon dragon, that's a real crape myrtle dragon that's a bit more powerful than the ancestral dragon!" The owner of another black shadow slowly spoke, revealing his true face.

If someone were here at this moment, they would be stunned and speechless.

"Ziwei True Dragon!?" When the owner of the black shadow in front heard this, a hint of surprise flashed through his voice, "No wonder the Supreme Saint wants to destroy the sea world with the help of our power!"

"Yes, that's right, Ziwei True Dragon!"

Taishang Laojun took a deep breath. This time he used all his trump cards and had only one purpose, which was to destroy Aoqing and the entire sea world!

And the shadow master he brought this time was none other than the ancient witch clan!

Card 2! The Twelve Ancestral Witches are not dead! ?

That's right, at this moment, the people who appeared next to Taishang Laojun were none other than the masters of the ancient witch clan, two of the twelve ancestral witches.

One of them, exuding strong flames all over his body, shining the dim sky like daylight again and again, was none other than the "Red Emperor", the Fire God Zhurong, one of the twelve ancestral witches.

The person floating quietly next to Zhu Rong was none other than the person with the head of a python, riding on a black dragon and wrapped around a green snake. A strong witchy aura rose into the sky, and a pair of sinister eyes flashed with a strong cold light. It is Gonggong, the god of water.

I think back then, when Donghuang Taiyi and Dijun unified the entire prehistoric clan and established an unprecedented and supreme foundation, the Ancient Demon Court, the Twelve Ancestral Witches wanted to wipe out Donghuang Taiyi, Dijun and others. With this idea, the Wu clan completely controls the entire prehistoric world.

Therefore, the Water God Gonggong, one of the twelve ancestral witches, immediately broke the Tianzhu of Buzhou Mountain, thus setting off the prelude to the Lich War.

After that, during the Lich War, countless masters of the Demon Clan and the Witch Clan fell one after another. Many ancestral witches also fell because they were besieged by the Immortals. Even Donghuang Taiyi blew himself up and died.

But I'm afraid no one knows that many ancestral witches, especially the twelve ancestral witches, are not dead. Instead, they have deceived everyone in the prehistoric world and hid under the protection of the immortal way.

In particular, one of the twelve ancestral witches, Fire God Zhu Rong, Water God Gonggong and others, have taken refuge under Taishang Laojun's banner, becoming the capital and trump card for Taishang Laojun and other saints to compete for hegemony.

No, after suffering a lot of losses at the hands of the Jade Emperor, Tongtian Cult Master and others, and even losing the treasure of merit and virtue such as the Tai Chi Diagram, Taishang Laojun was so angry that he brought some of his trump cards to find Ao Qing's trouble is coming!

Taishang Laojun is not a fool. Tai Chi Tu has a great effect on him. Once lost, he will lose a large part of his combat power. And once this news is known to others, it will definitely make many people in the mythical world The big guys were laughing their heads off.

Therefore, after the defeat, Taishang Laojun immediately came with the Twelve Ancestral Witches and others in an attempt to destroy the sea world.

Otherwise, after Bao Qing completely masters the use of the Zhuxian Formation, there will be no chance in this world!

And when the Supreme Lord was thinking like this, a scout who had learned about the news suddenly ran over in a panic: "The Supreme Lord, Nao Qing led countless shrimp soldiers, crab generals, fish spirits and fish monsters to kill them one after another. , extremely fast, like lightning, and there are many other masters of the demon clan among them, what should we do now!?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Water God Gonggong and the Fire God Zhurong, one of the twelve ancestral witches, immediately set their sights very far away, and saw a large black mass, suppressing them like a black cloud, and many people headed by it. The demon generals, each with their demonic aura soaring to the sky, shook the sky, and many of them were actually their old acquaintances.

"Haha, I didn't expect that Patriarch Kunpeng would actually be willing to live under someone else's roof and serve a little demon dragon!" Although Water God Gonggong was filled with shock and had a new understanding of Dragon Saint Aoqing, there was a look on his face. A very contemptuous look.

As masters of the Witch Clan, they are naturally hostile to the Monster Clan, and Patriarch Kunpeng is also an old rival to them.

"Don't underestimate Dragon Saint Aoqing, the strength of Dragon Saint Aoqing is above them!" Taishang Laojun reminded quickly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Water God Gonggong and Fire God Zhu Rong looked at each other in surprise. They were not fools and knew the weight of these words. They all subconsciously looked at Long Sheng Aoqing.