Lord of Pets

"boom!"

Will-o'-the-wisps soared into the sky, half of the sky was dark, and the black flames were like ghosts that appeared in groups, blooming with endless cold light.

The half-human, half-dragon fighting holy dragon, Long Wuji, stands in the center.

Holding the thunder hammer in his hand and carrying the Feng Gang Sword on his back, the violent air flow roared and rolled, twisting everything around him.

The Morrowind Giant Dragon, the Taixu Ancient Dragon, and the Jimuchi Dragon all flew back thousands of meters in unison. The trembling in their hearts made them dare not intervene in this battle. It seemed that even getting close would be in danger.

"Come on, come on! Let me see whether your ancestral dragon projection is more powerful, or whether the ancestral weapon refined by my death lineage is stronger!"

Long Wuji laughed loudly, locked eyes on the existence with the supreme aura in front of him, and turned into a ray of divine light and galloped out.

Xuanyuan Hou still closed his eyes.

His face lost color, wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes, and his long black hair was withered and dull, with more than half of it between gray and white.

Three hundred years of life is by no means an insignificant price for a human being.

However, Bai Wushang's attention was not here at all. The state of the Holy Envoy of Thunder Punishment became very strange. It seemed that he no longer had a complete and independent self. He was stained with traces of mysterious aura and looked very holy, gorgeous and noble.

The silver-white liquid surrounding his body continued to squirm and grow, and finally solidified in a few seconds.

A two-hundred-meter-long four-legged beast, somewhat similar in size to a yak, appeared in the field of vision.

It is very burly, with its forelimbs longer than its hind limbs, but its hind limbs are stronger than its forelimbs.

The back is raised high, like a mountain, with silver-white square scales on both sides. The midline area is covered with backward-turned serrations, extending all the way to the short and thick tail at the end.

This is a different dragon, very different from most lizard-type giant dragons and python-type dragons.

It doesn't even have dragon horns, and its head is relatively flat. There are only six colorful gems embedded in its head, shining with dazzling brilliance.

Crystal Dragon God.

This is the projection of the fifth-generation ancestral dragon, the Crystal Dragon God, which is temporarily materialized through high-grade, highly compressed energy matter.

Faintly, Bai Wushang saw Xuanyuan Hou's figure fixed in the body of the silver-white alien dragon.

He moved his lips a few times, and his majestic but hollow voice resounded throughout the Central Dragon Temple——

"The Dragon Palace must not be desecrated. The Lord of Crystal shall shine upon Jiuzhou!"

"Shua——"

The black will-o'-the-wisp was pierced by silver light. It was a spar packed with sharp energy. It was as powerful as breaking bamboo and shot straight into the face of Douzhan Shenglong.

In the blink of an eye, the crystal exploded, and a rain of frost flowers fell from the sky. It was like a pure land of gods, and the magnificent scenery was visible to the eye.

An Suyi's eyes flickered, as if she was pulled out of her mind for a moment.

When I noticed something unusual and tried my best to regain my senses in a daze, I happened to see it.

Gray mist rushed out of Long Wuji's body, blowing away and melting the petals in the sky, then he raised his colorful dragon claws and bombarded the crystal dragon god.

"It actually blocked it?!"

Not far away, Bandit Shou, Qingying, Mingzun, Foti, including the three-headed holy dragon king, were so shocking that they couldn't take back their breath.

This is the projection of the ancestral dragon summoned by the ancestral dragon blood jade!

Perhaps only one percent, or even one thousandth, of the power of the original body.

However, the basic laws are very different. For an extraordinary creature such as the Holy Dragon King, which is based on the pinnacle of the Supreme Body, it is impossible for five or ten heads to compete with it, and will be suppressed instantly.

"The development of the situation is once again moving in an unclear direction... Bandits, we will break the door to sleep at all costs!"

An Suyi's eyes were heavy, and then he bit the tip of his tongue, and continued to inject soul power into the black-red bell, banging it like a madman.

Taixu Ancient Dragon also fell beside him. Its strength has not been restored, but part of it is still in line with the way of space. It can cooperate with the bandits to find restrictions and explore its weak points to overcome them.

Of course the Golden Holy Dragon would not turn a blind eye.

It took Bai Wushang with him, and Bai Wushang took the Dragon-Slaying Emperor Sword to avoid the most terrifying battle circle in the sky and crashed down, scaring the holy dragons of all sizes into retreating.

They are afraid.

The Thunder Punishment Heavenly Dragon and the Ruins Demonic Dragon couldn't stop the power of a few swords.

If they hadn't carried something to protect their lives and had their Master to take care of them and help them, these two guys would definitely perish.

Now the roles are reversed, Bai Wushang, who is holding the light gold divine sword, looks like a super bully.

When facing him, the most you can do is keep a distance to contain him and release long-range skill attacks. Never dare to fight at close range.

"There are still two swords, which can kill at most one Holy Dragon King..."

Bai Wushang looked indifferent on the surface, but he was also thinking hard in his heart.

In order to prevent the Holy Dragon King and the Life Thunder Lock from being too powerful, the Thunder Punishment Sky Dragon used five swords and the Ruin Demon Dragon used two swords.

However, the Dragon-Slaying Emperor Sword only has nine sword energies in total. After it is consumed, it will disperse with the wind, leaving no trace of magical power at all.

Instead of fighting to kill another Holy Dragon King, it is better to keep it in your hand as a deterrent to relieve the pressure of the Death Lineage.

"laugh--"

Above the sky, the second crystal exploded.

As a mythical ancestral dragon, the Crystal Dragon God is not known for its defense, but for its "strangeness", "cunning" and "cunning" to spread its reputation.

It has a variety of skills, most of which are triggered by detonating crystals.

For example, this second skill is called "Waterfall of Weakness". The victim's strength and mana will be weakened, resulting in a decline in attack power over time.

Long Wuji blocked it again.

The protective effect obtained by sacrificing the Death Necklace can help it block the rules and order of the mythical level. The part of the damage that actually falls on the body is still within the range of being able to withstand it in its perfect dragon-fighting form.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

After several fierce attacks, he hit the body of the Crystal Dragon God with seven punches in a row. The point of impact actually cracked, revealing a slight gap.

Long Wuji laughed wantonly, and the thunder turned into a war spear, piercing the crystal dragon god for the second time.

"Do you think the Ancestral Dragon Projection only has this power?"

Xuanyuan Hou was as cold as a machine. In the next second, three crystals exploded in succession. Spider webs filled the void, and hundreds of translucent blades emerged, piercing Long Wuji's body back and forth.

"Hey...it's just a minor injury! Take another punch from me!"

Long Wuji, who had swallowed nine dragon heads and merged his blood into one, was in an obviously different mood than usual and seemed particularly flamboyant.

Its body was bleeding, but its face was suppressing pain, and it continued to challenge the dragon god's majesty with practical actions.

A punch blasted out, tearing the body of the Crystal Dragon God apart again.

But this time, the Crystal Dragon God's counterattack was particularly strong. He spit out a brilliant golden crystal stone, like a miniature scorching sun, which burst into the void, penetrated the protective aura, and hit Long Wuji's body, pressing it down. It flew backwards for three thousand meters and fell to the ground, vomiting blood.

"Come again!" Long Wuji's eyes were like lightning, his purple-gold scales stretched outwards, and the fighting spirit in his body almost turned into actual flames.

It soared into the sky, moving forward without any hint of flinching or timidity, and continued to pounce on the projection of the Crystal Dragon God.