Lord of Pets

"Dragon-Slaying Sword Spirit???"

When the four words "Long Wuji" were passed into the ancestral artifact, most of the dragon souls were confused.

No matter how much I search, I can't recall even a scrap of valuable information.

The only two people who looked strange and shocked were the Golden Holy Dragon and the Dragon Bee Queen.

"How is it possible? Didn't the Dragon-Slaying Sword Spirit fall on the battlefield in ancient times? It's still alive? And it's more powerful than before?"

One dragon and one insect were stunned and speechless. Although it was soul communication, the moment of sluggishness and the feeling of fear from the inside out were like all-pervasive insects and ants crawling into the heart of every living thing.

"Clang Clang Clang!!!"

In the bronze hall, more than a thousand bronze long swords trembled at the same time, as if thousands of troops and horses were charging at the same time. The fierce sword energy spread out and rose up, turning into a huge hanging sword formation, killing Bai Wushang, Xiaogulong, and Long Wuji. included in it.

"Don't hesitate! Retreat!"

The Fighting Holy Dragon roared angrily, and the body of the dragon that was paralyzed on the ground erupted with blazing light. Bai Wushang's heart trembled, and he almost couldn't withstand the violent impact at close range.

"Puff puff--"

The sword's light was dazzling, and murderous intent penetrated the world.

It's like being on a lonely island, surrounded by stormy waves, roaring thunder, and all kinds of natural disasters. The feeling of being weak, pale, and powerless comes to life vividly on the page.

At the critical moment, everything is about to perish.

Blood flowers suddenly bloomed, and a large cloud of blood spread across the sky, dyeing the ground gorgeously.

The purple-gold dragon shadow, with its flesh and blood body, blocked dozens of sword energy for Bai Wushang and Xiaogulong.

Gray light flashed, space cracks spread, and more than a dozen dragon coffins shook at the same time.

But just when the coffin lid roared and the twelve dragon souls summoned their true bodies, trying to emerge, the cracks suddenly stopped and shrank in reverse.

"No, the space here is completely chaotic, and turbulence has formed. We can't get out, and we can't bring Bai Wushang and the little ancestor dragon in... Wuji, hold on first!"

The dragon soul of the golden holy dragon penetrated into the dragon's body, and then, together with the other dragon souls, released the colorful power of the holy dragon and injected it into the ancestral weapon.

Death Necklace, activated to the maximum extent!

The ancient aura boiled and entangled around Bai Wushang and Xiao Gu Long. Like the death pressure of tarsal maggots, most of it finally dissipated.

Bai Wushang gasped for air.

His pale face showed a trace of blood.

The little bone dragon was dying, like a soul fire that was about to be extinguished in the cold wind, but was gradually getting warmer.

"Roar!!"

Long Wuji's rickety back was finally able to stand upright.

The feeling of weakness and discomfort all over the body was driven away by 90% under the protection of the ancestral weapon.

It perks up again.

But the danger has not passed, it has just begun.

The array of bronze swords intertwined and circled, and the afterimages flickered, sometimes falling like meteors, sometimes like lightning annihilating the world, causing the space to explode and cracks like mirrors to appear.

And right at the core of the bronze sword array, the stone sword shook violently.

The sheath is not seen, only the stone powder is seen falling off, revealing its true appearance.

It was a twelve-meter-long sword. The hilt was inlaid with jet-black dragon scales. The sword was snow-white and made up of twelve keel bones. The ferocious barbs grew outward automatically like a living thing. The miniature dragon shadows circling above are as if the sword body is the only true god in the world, and everything can only revolve around it.

"It's unmistakable. Even though there are slight changes in form, this coercion and the nature of the power are definitely one of the most special judges of the Dragon Court, the Dragon-Slaying Sword Spirit known as the 'Dragon Nemesis'!"

The Golden Holy Dragon was agitated, and his flashing soul message carried an ocean of fear:

"It's normal that you don't know. This guy is famous and active in the very ancient past. He is not afraid of anything. Thousands of dragons can't do anything to him."

"High-level dragons don't want to offend, and low-level dragons are like little sheep with no hair in front of it. They are restrained by it and have no power to resist."

"But... due to a war, it fell unexpectedly and has long become one of the taboos of the Ancestral Dragon Court. Perhaps only dragons with long bloodline can capture a trace of the inheritance..."

As the Golden Holy Dragon spoke, he maintained the maximum defense of his ancestral weapon.

Thanks to the extra protection, Long Wuji did not make every move like a desperate struggle or a desperate counterattack like he did at the beginning.

It's fighting.

It wanted to take Bai Wushang and Xiaogulong to break away from the blockade of the sword formation and escape from this space.

For this reason, almost in the second round, Long Wuji shouted, turned around and bit the nine dragon heads on his back, and swallowed them into his belly.

not enough! Far from enough!

With the split bloodline alone, even fighting the Holy Dragon feels inadequate.

It must be integrated, and it must be restored to its most peak, most complete, and most powerful form!

"boom!!"

Divine light erupted.

Bai Wushang and Xiaogulong were attracted by an invisible force.

He saw that the purple-gold dragon shadow in front of him was like metal melted under high temperature, rapidly shrinking and shrinking, and finally transformed into a brand new form.

No longer the body of a divine dragon or the wings of a Pegasus.

The feet are upright, the legs have knee condyles, supported by dragon tails, the dragon scales are armor, and the dragon claws are arms.

It turned into a fifty-meter-tall, half-human, half-dragon upright monster wearing heavy armor!

This is the true battle dragon form!

"Shuashuashua——"

The sword light swept down, and Long Wuji met him with his dragon claws, causing a harsh roar of gold and steel clashing.

After several consecutive blocks, just the splashing sparks cut out various cracks on the ground. With the raging wind surging, it seemed as if a doomsday storm was ushering in the sword formation.

"Why is this sword spirit so powerful? Even with the blessing of the ancestral weapon, we can't escape?"

"Even if it's an ordinary myth, it won't be this difficult, right?"

The Ghost Dragon King asked tremblingly with shock deep into his bones.

It could do nothing but watch.

If the power of the ancestral weapon is exhausted and Long Wuji cannot escape from the sword formation, then all dragons and all insects... will die!

The Death Line, before it reaches the stage of implementing the plan, may overturn and die in the middle without anyone noticing.

"Because it is not an extraordinary creature, its power cannot be simply defined based on the level of life."

The Golden Holy Dragon looked at the projection screen, holding the dragon's claws hard, with a worried look on his face:

"It is a miraculous creature that is rare in the world and raised by nature... If you attack it or hurt it, it is equivalent to betraying the world and will be punished by the power of nature."

"At the beginning, it was unable to fight against the existence of the holy dragon level. When it withered and fell, it would cause the world to mourn and all living beings to be buried. It would kill all the dozens of holy beasts participating in the hunt."

"I don't understand why it can still survive, but the facts are before our eyes. Even if the Dragon-Slaying Sword Spirit has not reached the highest level, it is infinitely close..."