The Grand Void – Becoming a Dragon

The master of the Yantian Immortal Sect waved the long banner to attract the secrets of heaven and block people's hearts, weakening the general situation of Dongsheng and reducing the help of the real dragon.

With this sword, he chopped off the left horn of the real dragon, and cut between the two horns of the real dragon.

He didn't think that this sword could kill the real dragon.

But this sword must be able to severely damage the real dragon.

The real dragon suffered heavy injuries, and he was no longer his opponent.

However, unexpectedly, the real dragon broke apart with a bang.

And just behind him.

The real dragon opened its mouth, its fangs were sharp, and it was extremely cold.

Seeing it, he was about to bite Yang Zhenhe off.

But Yang Zhenhe is not an ordinary person.

The nine seals outside his body suddenly condensed and merged into one, reaching the southeast direction.

And in an instant, he appeared in the southeast corner.

The real dragon opened its mouth and bit it down, but this bite was ultimately in vain, failing to swallow it.

"you……"

At the southeast corner, Yang Zhenhe's eyes flickered, revealing a look of surprise, he was unable to see through the real dragon just now.

And the real dragon hovered high in the sky, looking down, his eyes became colder and colder.

At this moment, the left horn of the real dragon has been cut off.

It can be seen that the one whose dragon's horn was cut off earlier is indeed the real body.

However, the one who was pierced through the scale armor by a sword is no longer the real body.

Previously, it was not the phantom of the incarnation of Shangyuan's distraction technique, nor was it the incarnation outside the body hiding the blessings of the holy mountain, but the phantom illusion technique inherited from the ancient true dragon.

The true dragon transformed by this ancient secret technique has its own secondary power.

Zhuang Ming relied on this body to lure Yang Zhenhe, trying to swallow him from behind.

But he still underestimated the ability of Zhenxuan Jiuyin.

With the combination of nine seals, Yang Zhenhe was able to get out of the trap in an instant.

This is the suppression that belongs to the realm.

Yang Zhenhe can possess such supernatural powers by virtue of the True Profound Nine Seals, but Zhuang Ming's real dragon body has stronger physique and mana than the opponent, but he can't do this step, and he can't even stop the opponent.

This is no longer something that can be won by magic power.

"Are you out of skills?"

Yang Zhenhe suddenly laughed like this.

The real dragon was silent for a long time, his eyes flickering.

At this moment, Zhuang Ming really felt helpless.

He has great power and can face powerful enemies head-on, but no matter how powerful he is, if he can't hit the opponent, it's just empty talk.

He is still too unfamiliar with the level of Zhenxuan Nine Seals.

Zhuang Ming is not afraid if it is the top monk of Zhenxuan Jiuyin in Dongzhou. He also learned from the third senior brother the ways of the ancestors of each family and has the method of restraint.

However, the master of Yantian Immortal Sect is a completely unfamiliar figure, and what he has learned and practiced are also completely unfamiliar ways.

Up to this moment, within this large formation, the other party, the peak cultivator of Zhenxuan Nine Seals, has been greatly restricted, while the real dragon has gained many advantages in this large formation by virtue of its physical strength.

However, being in the big formation and having an advantage, most of the abilities that Zhuang Ming could display had already been displayed, but he still failed to defeat the opponent.

Affected by the continuous ups and downs of the battle between the two sides, this formation almost collapsed.

If the formation collapses, Yang Zhenhe of Zhenxuan Nine Seals will no longer be subject to the formation.

Once the formation is shattered, the Dongsheng Dynasty will inevitably be affected, just like a natural disaster, countless people will be killed and injured, the order will collapse instantly, and the dynasty will be like nothing.

And in the vast world, Zhuang Ming had no choice but to win the opponent.

Perhaps he can only try to escape by relying on the technique of Shangyuan's distraction and yin and yang to escape light.

But in front of the Zhenxuan Nine Seals, the opponent may not be unable to detect the truth.

"Within the formation, you still can't beat me, once the formation is broken, what else do you have?"

Yang Zhenhe asked with a mocking look.

Zhuang Ming remained silent, he really had no other way to restrain this strange peak monk.

But he still has no idea of ​​admitting defeat.

A dragon roared proudly.

The real dragon does his best.

It's like crazy.

The dragon's tail swept wildly, its minions tore through the void, the dragon's mouth opened, and thunder spread all over.

But Yang Zhenhe just laughed.

"I have exhausted my skills, but I am already at the end of my skills, have you started to go crazy?"

"In that case, it's my turn!"

"Heaven Sealing Formation!"

"open!"

Boom!

The real dragon roared mournfully, but was suppressed in an instant.

It seems that there is an invisible mountain, pressing on the real dragon.

This is an invisible formation!

There seems to be no clue at all!

However, the formation imprisoned the real dragon in it!

"Not at the top of the true profound cultivation, but the mana is higher than this seat. The foundation is so thick that it is unparalleled in the world. It is a pity that the realm is low, and it is low after all."

Yang Zhenhe said with a smile: "If Bai Shengjun's sword opened the gate of heaven, this seat might not be able to do anything to you, but now, this seat is no longer the ordinary Zhenxuan Jiuyin..."

The power of a real dragon is higher than the Eight Zhenxuan Seals, and it can vaguely stand shoulder to shoulder with the Nine Zhenxuan Seals.

But today's Zhenxuan Nine Seals are up and down, and the gap is huge.

Yang Zhenhe is undoubtedly at the highest level.

And this real dragon, with all its strength condensed, and the blessing of the Dongsheng Dynasty, is only equivalent to the middle level of the Zhenxuan Nine Seals.

If it wasn't for laying down this formation, he would have put all his strength into it, and he might have become the first practitioner in the world to slay dragons!

But what he wanted was not to slay the dragon.

But to capture alive.

"Do you think this seat really can't beat you?"

Yang Zhenhe put away the dharma sword, jumped up, and stepped on the real dragon's head.

He looked down, put his hand on the scales, and said in a deep voice: "Besides fighting with you, I am using mana to form an array, trap you, capture you alive, and refine you. Now... You go back to the mountain with me..."

His mana was rolling, and the surrounding formations gathered together.

The real dragon was tightly suppressed and could not escape.

Yang Zhen smiled happily.

The great success is about to be accomplished, even if you have a thousand-year-old heart, you are also extremely ecstatic.

He didn't hide his joy.

There is no need to hide your joy.

Even though he was distracted to deal with the dragon's attack in order to set up the formation, he also suffered heavy injuries, and the injuries were not shallow, but everything was worth it.

After he captures the real dragon, slaughters all the creatures in this blessed land, sneaks back to the mountain gate, seals the immortal sect, and refines it quietly from then on, within a hundred years, he will surely be able to make a tripod!

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"It is worthy of being a great monk at the pinnacle of the world, and worthy of being the master of Yantian Immortal Sect. Not only is he capable, but he also has such a plan. While fighting with me, he actually has such a plan."

"It seems that even if I try my best, I can't do anything to him."

"However, with this formation, I can't be trapped."

"It's just that if I run away right now, the Dongsheng Dynasty will definitely be cut off by him."

"Also, I can escape from this formation, but I may not be able to escape his pursuit."

"It's over, there's nothing else to do."

Thoughts turned in Zhuang Ming's mind, anger and hatred were unavoidable, and there was also an unspeakable complexity.

He was secretly accumulating energy, ready to use the technique he had prepared initially.

Heartfire Burning Dao Art!

The secret technique obtained from Nie Ping!

Although Nie Ping's cultivation level is not high, but this technique is not created by him, but obtained from his travels, it is extremely extraordinary.

This technique burns lifespan, roots, and background, and explodes with extremely powerful power.

Although Zhuang Ming was in danger many times in the past, he was never in danger of falling, and he never used this technique.

The situation he was facing at this moment could not make him hold back after all.

With the technique of burning the Tao with heart fire, self-injury to the cultivation base, self-injury to the foundation, this formation can't trap him, but it's hard to say whether he can escape Yang Zhenhe's pursuit by this method.

Just when Zhuang Ming was using the body of a real dragon to perform this method.

His mood suddenly stopped.

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The head of the real dragon.

Yang Zhen pressed his hands together on the scales above the real dragon's head.

The formation keeps shrinking.

This real dragon was suppressed by him.

Up to thirty breaths.

He can rely on this formation, rely on his strong cultivation base, and rely on the unity of the nine seals to block this real dragon.

"Ride the dragon to ascend to heaven! Ride the dragon to ascend to heaven!"

In Yang Zhenhe's heart, the hexagrams on the thirty-six heavenly gang formation kept flashing, and he was extremely ecstatic.

He will capture the real dragon and use it to cast a tripod into an immortal.

He is now on top of the real dragon.

At this moment, he has stepped into the step of riding a dragon to ascend to heaven.

However, just when his formation was united and he was about to block the real dragon.

His body suddenly stiffened.

Chill enveloped the world.

A sword glow.

Passed by.

Only in a split second!

It was so fast that even the Zhenxuan Nine Seals couldn't react!

Immediately, on top of the real dragon's head, the head of the master of the immortal sect suddenly fell from his neck.

Until the head fell off, there was still a smile on the face of the master of Yantian Immortal Sect.

However, the smiling eyes gradually became more dim and bewildered.

Riding the dragon to the sky... Riding the dragon to the sky...

Using the power of the Celestial Immortal Sect, gathering the supreme formation of the Immortal Sect, and deducing the secrets, why did it go wrong?

Why does the hexagram image of riding a dragon to ascend to heaven lead to the disaster of falling?

He was filled with endless doubts and bewilderment.

Only a gentle and indifferent voice appeared in his last thoughts.

"Dongzhou ban, anyone who offends me at Gathering Holy Mountain will be beheaded!"