Dragon and Tiger Taoist

Rumbling, the water in Qingjiang River surged, and huge waves came from Yanbo Lake, swallowing everything. More than a dozen villages along the coast were completely swallowed up before they could even react, with the shadow of a dragon looming among them.

In Jinyang City, the city defense formation was operating at full strength, the dazzling spiritual light penetrated the dark clouds, and powerful monks stepped onto the city one after another.

At this time, their hearts were extremely heavy. Jinyang City had not been attacked by a big demon for a long time, let alone a dragon that was born to be powerful.

And if the monks were like this, let alone the ordinary people, if it weren't for the protective formation above their heads that could give them some sense of security, I'm afraid some of them would have collapsed at this time.

Roaring, the roar of the dragon overwhelmed the lightning and thunder, and the huge waves emptied out, heading towards Jinyang City with the momentum to crush everything.

Rumbling, the earth trembled, and the huge waves engulfed the entire Jinyang City. At this moment, the entire Jinyang City was trembling. Looking up at the sky, what I saw was also waves.

Fortunately, the city defense formation was reliable enough. Under the urging of many monks, it was able to block this long-prepared attack. However, the places near Jinyang City did not have such good luck. They were directly hit by Julang. The bottom turned into a swamp.

With a crash, the turbid waves rose into the sky. From a distance, it seemed to be connected to the dark clouds in the sky. A dragon with pale scales and a ghostly aura around it, about a hundred meters long, was entrenched there.

Looking at Jinyang City, which was blocking the impact of the huge waves, its scarlet eyes were full of violence.

"Formation? How many times can you stop me?"

The tail stirred, the river surface rotated, and a huge waterspout quietly took shape, stirring up the wind and rain, connecting the sky and the earth, and swept towards Jinyang City.

Seeing such a scene, all the monks in Jinyang City changed their expressions. Although the city defense formation was powerful, it was still a dead thing. Over time, there would inevitably be some oversights.

But at this moment, a cry that penetrated the cracked gold and stone sounded, and a red sun appeared in the sky, driving away the large dark clouds. For a while, half of Jinyang City was scorching with scorching sun, and the other half was covered with rain.

"Li Yanque, the Zhao family."

Gritting his teeth, looking at the demon bird bathed in flames in the red sun, with extremely long tail feathers, green eyes, golden claws, a wingspan of twenty meters, and a somewhat phoenix-like appearance, Qixuan Dragon Lord's eyes burst out with excitement. The uncontrollable hatred.

The royal family of the Dali Dynasty is the Zhao family, which uses the Vermilion Bird as its totem. The Liyan Bird is a branch of the Vermilion Bird and is also a monster inherited by the Zhao family.

But at this moment, the demonic energy stirred up, causing the situation to change color. The Liyan Bird flashed its wings, setting off a fire storm, and wiped out the waterspout set off by the Seven Mysterious Dragon Lord.

"Old Jiao, why don't you die in peace and contentment? Why come out to make trouble again?"

"Remember, my name is Zhao Wushuang, and I will take your dragon head today."

Standing on Li Yanque's back, wearing silver armor and holding a bright silver gun in his hand, Zhao Wushuang spoke, with murderous intent in his words.

Hearing this, Qixuan Dragon Lord let out a violent dragon roar, and a gloomy ghostly aura filled the air unbridled, causing the color of the world to change and snow to fall.

"The Zhao family should all die."

Opening his mouth, he locked onto Zhao Wushuang, and a pale beam of light spat out from Qixuan Dragon Lord's mouth. This was the treasure technique Cangxuan Cold Light, which could freeze rivers.

Seeing such a scene, Zhao Wushuang looked indifferent.

The center of his eyebrows glowed, and a red mountain peak was vaguely outlined. He raised the gun, and the tip of the gun passed through the void. The flames were generated by themselves. Zhao Wushuang shook the gun body and stabbed it out.

Phew, the red divine light swept across the void, with both the heat of flames and the sharp edge of a spear. Although it seemed to be only a sliver, it split the Cangxuan cold light of Qixuan Dragon Lord into two with an unrivaled gesture and completely annihilated it.

"Flaming Mountain, I didn't expect that the Zhao family would produce another genius after Zhao Qianyang."

He stretched out his claws to annihilate the ray of fire. Looking at the scorched marks on his scales, Qixuan Dragon Lord's scarlet eyes showed a hint of fear.

Qi Xuan Long Lord is very familiar with the Zhao family. There are two methods of practicing inner scenery inherited by the Zhao family, one is the Mysterious Fire Nest and the other is the Flame Mountain.

It's just that the latter is far more difficult to cultivate than the former. At that time, only Zhao Qianyang, the ancestor of the Zhao family, had cultivated the Flame Mountain. When it appeared as the Flame Mountain, it was enough to turn an area into a hell of fire.

Of course, revealing the inner scene and the outer scene is something that only Yang Shen Taoists can do. Zhao Wushuang is still just a Yin Shen master, but even so, with the help of the ability of the Flame Mountain, he can communicate with the world and show extraordinary power.

At the very beginning, Qixuan Dragon Lord did not take Zhao Wushuang seriously. Although Zhao Wushuang was the real Yin Shen and owned two great demons, the strongest Lihuo Que only had five thousand years of cultivation. That bright silver spear is only three thousand years old.

After it was transformed into a ghost and absorbed the power of its predecessor, although it was not as good as the nine thousand years of cultivation in its heyday, it still had six thousand years of cultivation.

With its essence as a dragon, the magical powers it has mastered, and its experience in fighting, it is not afraid of anyone at the same level, let alone Zhao Wushuang, who is weaker than it.

But now it's different. Zhao Wushuang, who built the Flame Mountain, already has the possibility to fight across the border, and he has some restraint on it that turned into a ghost.

"Okay, okay, I hate the Zhao family the most in my life. If I could kill a genius like you, Old Dog Qianyang would probably be heartbroken too. Today is just the right time to test my magical powers on you."

The dragon's body was swimming, its scales were clanking, and there was everlasting hatred in its eyes. The Qixuan Dragon Lord stretched out his dragon claws.

Huh, the biting cold wind blew, and a huge dragon claw that was completely black and seemed to be carved from ice crystals quietly took shape in the void, completely covering Zhao Wushuang.

"Lock the soul?"

The feeling of being locked came, and he knew that there was no way to avoid it. The dark dragon claws were reflected in his eyes. Zhao Wushuang frowned slightly. This magic made him feel threatened.

With his fingertips across his eyebrows, Zhao Wushuang once again communicated the power of the Flame Mountain.

In the ancestral orifice, the mountain of flames stood, exuding unspeakable heat. Zhao Wushuang's Yin God sat cross-legged on the mountain pass, accepting this tempering.

Opening his eyes, his eyes were filled with divine light, the Mountain of Flames burst out, countless flames gathered, and a mountain-shaped crown took shape in the hands of Zhao Wushuang's Yin God. This is the secret inner skill of the Zhao family, the Mountain Crown.

"Blessings."

In reality, the Mountain Crown appears, and Zhao Wushuang blends it with the Li Yanque.

At this time, the dark dragon claws had slowly closed, and an inexplicable coldness began to freeze everything.

Seeing such a scene, Qixuan Longjun showed a ferocious smile on his face.

The Heavenly Claw of Everlasting Hatred, this is not a treasure technique inherited by the dragon clan, but a power that it mastered after transforming into a ghost. Its core is the middle-grade magic type, Everlasting Hatred. The more intense the hatred in its heart, the stronger this power will be. The stronger it is, the hatred will not disappear, and the magic will not be broken. Not only will the body be trapped, but the soul will be locked. Falling into it will only end up with the end of the soul being extinguished.