The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

Dragon King Ao Fan glanced at Xingxian, saw the fear on his face, and said with a smile: "You have been practicing here for so many years, but you don't know the realm of this thing?"

Xingxian came back from her fear and said with some trepidation: "Reporting to the Dragon King, this Feiyu only absorbed spiritual energy at first, and there was no change."

Ao Fan frowned slightly, but he looked down upon this thing. It actually absorbed hundreds of years of spiritual energy. I'm afraid it's not that simple. Moreover, this mang seems to have not been low in strength in ancient times and can be worthy of the title of Wood Emperor. I'm afraid it's not easy.

But so what, Ao Fan's brows stretched, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he sneered in his heart. After all, it was just an illusion. Could it be possible that it could turn the world upside down?

Thinking of this, Dragon King Ao Fan's aura changed. He stared at Ju Mang's illusion opposite with cold eyes, and dragon power surged in his body.

It seemed that he was aware of the murderous intention in Dragon King Ao Fan. A red light flashed in the eyes of the illusion, which looked strange. The spiritual energy on his body fluctuated. In an instant, several vines rose up from the ground and rolled towards Ao Fan. He actually planned to strike first.

Ao Fan stood motionless in mid-air, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and several purple flames shot up all over his body, burning the vines in front of him completely in the blink of an eye.

The sudden attack ended in an instant. Xingxian on the ground looked at this scene in astonishment. Feeling the purple flames around Dragon King Ao Fan, a faint sense of fear rose in his heart.

"This, this is the Dragon King?"

Hearing the disbelief in Xingxian's tone, Ao Mo'ang smiled slightly and said, "This is where you are, it's not even a warm-up."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dragon King Ao Fan instantly saw a pillar of fire hitting the illusion of light, but it was temporarily blocked by the green barrier in front of the light.

It was just a small test at first, but I didn't expect that this illusion of light and two brushes could actually block the purple flames of the sky fire, but it didn't seem very easy from the looks of it. Because Ao Fan felt the spiritual power fluctuations on the incarnation.

The corner of his mouth raised slightly, and the pillar of fire cast by Ao Fan instantly turned purple, burning through the barrier in front of him in an instant, and then fell heavily on the body of the illusion, hitting him behind him. above the mountains.

"boom!"

A cloud of dust rose up, and seeing the illusion of light being shot down by the Dragon King as soon as it came into contact, Xingxian finally knew what Ao Moang meant by warming up just now.

"That's Hunyuan Golden Immortal." Xingxian said with a look of astonishment.

"So what, I have killed all the false saints." Ao Lie said nonchalantly at this time, looking at Xingxian as if he were an idiot.

At this time, Xingxian finally knew how strong the Zhenhai Dragon King was. If he could kill the false saint, then the dragon king in front of him must be at least a quasi-sage.

A Dragon King with quasi-sage cultivation sits in the Dragon Palace, and he also has subordinates with cultivation levels like Ao Moang. This Xilong Palace is just the palace of the Dragon Palace in Xiniu Hezhou. You can imagine how powerful this Dragon Palace is. powerful.

The illusion of Jumang who was shot down at this time was not completely defeated. Dragon King Ao Fan looked coldly at the rising dust mist in front of him, narrowed his eyes, waved his arm, and shot a sharp arrow made of flames towards the dust mist. .

I saw a vine suddenly rising up from the dust mist, but before it even got close, it was pinned to the ground by the rocket and unable to move.

Ao Fan sneered, and the fire spirit power behind him instantly became intense. Balls of flames condensed behind him. The flames began to change, but a moment later there was a rain of arrows behind Ao Fan.

"I would like to see what kind of tricks you can afford."

As soon as he finished speaking, a large amount of wood spirit energy suddenly began to condense in the dust mist, and the dust mist was completely dispersed in the blink of an eye. Ao Fan's eyes fell on the three red flowers in front of that Jumang illusion, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

I saw that the three red flowers were full of spiritual energy. They were obviously condensed spiritual energy and were not entities at all. On top of the red flower, a burst of spiritual energy suddenly exploded, and countless petals rolled towards Ao Fan.

Looking at the petals flying towards his face, Ao Fan couldn't help but chuckle: "It's so flashy, what kind of fighting power can it have?"

With a slight movement of his fingers, he saw the sky full of rockets behind Ao Fan falling instantly, facing the sky full of petals rushing towards him.

Ao Fan's face instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire, countless petals composed of spiritual energy were instantly ignited, and even Ao Fan's eyes reflected the sea of ​​fire.

Seeing the fire spirit power burning up in the sky, Xingxian was so shocked that she could not speak. As a demon who was well-trained by Xinghua, she naturally knew the power of the three red flowers just now. Ordinary flames could not do anything about it. Burning it is just a matter of resistance at most.

But the sea of ​​​​fire in front of him made Xingxian know that what Dragon King Ao Fan cast was not a simple flame. Reminiscent of the purple flames that contained the power of heaven before, Xingxian knew that even if Jumang's true body was here, there would be nothing he could do. Not the Dragon King.

The control and use of this flame, Dragon King Ao Fan can be said to be invincible, not to mention the suppression of this attribute.

Looking at the sea of ​​​​fire in front of him, Ao Fan frowned and said in a cold voice: "If you still try, you really don't know whether to live or die."

In the sea of ​​​​fire, a hole was suddenly torn open, and a long sword with green light suddenly passed through the sea of ​​​​fire and stabbed straight towards Dragon King Ao Fan.

The tip of the sword was placed in front of Dragon King Ao Fan, feeling the rich spiritual energy on the sword body. Ao Fan narrowed his eyes slightly. Although it was made of condensed spiritual energy, it still seemed to have some meaning. There was actually an innate power. in.

"After all, it's still a bit worse."

The corner of Dragon King Aofan's mouth raised slightly, and the golden light in his eyes flowed. I saw a golden dragon power condensed into substance appearing in front of Ao Fan, slowly wrapping around the sword body exuding green light.

Then he smashed the long sword in front of him bit by bit, until the last trace of wood spirit power dissipated in front of him.

When the long sword completely dissipated, Ao Fan stepped forward, and the dragon power on his body instantly dispersed the sea of ​​​​fire in front of him. He faced the three red flowers, and three purple rockets condensed from behind and shot towards the three red flowers.

Three purple flames instantly rose up, burning the three red flowers completely in the blink of an eye. At this time, the Jumang illusion on the ground was already vague and somewhat unstable.

Ao Fan glanced at it, and four chains of purple flames condensed behind him, locking the limbs of Jumang's illusion. I saw that the wood spirit power emitted instantly withered away, and no longer had the power it had before.

With a flash of light in his eyes, Ao Fan suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Jumang Feiyu in the illusion. I saw Dragon King Ao Fan's hand easily passing through the illusion, and he was about to grab the sentence Mang Feiyu in his hand. But a green light separated Ao Fan's hand.

A cold light flashed in Ao Fan's eyes, and he said in a cold voice: "Broken!"

As the sound fell, Ao Fan's hand suddenly gathered the power of the dragon. He completely tore the wood spiritual protection on Mang Feiyu into pieces, and grabbed Mang Feiyu in his hand.

In just an instant, a large amount of wood spirit power poured into Ao Fan's body. Feeling the abundant wood spirit power in his body, Ao Fan showed a smile.