Supreme Alchemy

832. Transformation

"Be bold!"

"presumptuous!"

As soon as Xiao Changfeng finished speaking, Feng Lingbei and Xu Mohe started shouting angrily.

All the disciples of the Northern Tang Sect also raised their heads and glared at Xiao Changfeng.

The saint of the Northern Tang Dynasty is in the minds of all the disciples of the Northern Tang Sect.

It is the supreme existence.

Comparable to gods.

How dare Xiao Changfeng speak so shamelessly and slander?

He is simply the public enemy of the entire Northern Tang Sect.

"Don't say that you only have one lingering thought. Even if you are here in person, you are not qualified to make me confess!"

Xiao Changfeng flicked his fingers and spoke proudly.

And his words.

It shocked everyone again.

How arrogant!

Facing the former Northern Tang saint, not only did he not kneel down and confess his sins.

Instead, he spoke nonsense and provoked.

This is simply asking for death!

"It's over. Xiao Changfeng has offended the Northern Tang Sage. Even if he can leave alive today, he will be regarded as a public enemy by the Northern Tang Sect."

Some people sighed, thinking that Xiao Changfeng's end was decided.

Originally it was just a battle between him and the Holy Son of Bai Du.

But by this time things had developed into a more serious situation.

Provoking the saints of the Northern Tang Dynasty.

This is simply a capital crime worse than a capital crime!

"You dare to provoke the ancestor, you really don't know how to live or die."

The Holy Son of Hundred Poisons knelt on the ground, sneering in his heart.

He admitted that he was not Xiao Changfeng's opponent.

But he believed that once the saint of the Northern Tang Dynasty appeared, Xiao Changfeng would definitely die or not.

At this time, he couldn't wait to hope that the Beitang Saint would take action.

In this way, Xiao Changfeng died.

All the humiliation he suffered today will disappear.

so……

Xiao Changfeng must die!

"Young man, I gave you a chance. Since you don't know how to cherish it, I have no choice but to kill you!"

The saint of the Northern Tang Dynasty looked at Xiao Changfeng with an indifferent expression.

Immediately, he stretched out his right hand behind his back and raised it slightly.

boom!

In an instant.

On the entire Dragon-Slaying Platform, the power of the saint became even stronger.

The 100,000 spectators around could clearly feel the overwhelming and overwhelming terrifying pressure.

"Even if it's just a wisp of holy lines, you still have the power of a saint!"

Ancestor Xie Yun trembled slightly and spoke bitterly.

The Yaoyao on the side was even more anxious.

"Ancestor, Master Xiao must not die. Please take action and save him!"

Yaoyao begged, anxious.

However, Patriarch Xie Yun shook his head.

"It's useless. Don't say I can't stop it. Even if I can, it's too late."

They were several hundred meters away from the Dragon-Slaying Platform.

Although this distance is only a moment for Patriarch Xie Yun.

But because of the special nature of Dragon Slayer Platform.

Ancestor Xie Yun will be disturbed.

Moreover.

Even without interference.

How could he be faster than the saint?

"Damn it, we have to fight!"

Hong Daoyuan gritted his teeth, touched the amulet with his palm, and wanted to take it out and use it.

Tie Rujun on the side also had gleaming eyes and thunderous sounds in his body.

One hundred thousand spectators held their breath.

Everyone stretched their necks to look at the Dragon Slaying Platform.

I want to see what happens to Xiao Changfeng.

And at this time.

Facing the invincible power of the saints of the Northern Tang Dynasty.

Xiao Changfeng was happy and not afraid.

He stamped his feet violently.

"Dragon wakes up!"

A low drink sounded like spring thunder on the tongue.

In an instant, the entire Dragon Slaying Platform shook violently.

The vibration wasn't just the countertop.

But the whole mountain.

A powerful and terrifying aura suddenly emerged.

It's like the ancient tyrannosaur awakening.

"How is this going?"

Everyone was startled when they felt this terrifying aura that was overwhelming all living beings.

Not sure why.

But soon, they saw an incredible scene.

I saw the Dragon-Slaying Platform.

The mottled and dark blood stains suddenly glowed.

These blood stains are the same as those lines.

It is called the blood of the black dragon.

Could it be...

Thinking of a certain possibility, everyone's hearts trembled and they couldn't believe it.

"Groan!"

As if to prove everyone's guess, a violent roar of a dragon shook the sky.

Soon everyone saw it.

On the dragon-slaying platform.

The countless blood stains emitted an inky black light.

This light is like waking up, quickly condensing.

Eventually it turned into a black shadow ten meters in size.

It was born with a single horn, thick scales, and its body was pitch black, like a metal weapon.

"Molong?"

Yaoyao's beautiful eyes widened, looking at the black shadow in disbelief.

This place is called Molong Mountain.

Thirty thousand years ago, a saint from the Northern Tang Dynasty slayed a dragon and became a saint here.

Now more than 30,000 years have passed.

The holy patterns of the saints of the Northern Tang Dynasty appeared.

And the blood stains of Mo Jiaolong were actually awakened by others.

The Sage and the Black Dragon in the Northern Tang Dynasty.

That feud thirty thousand years ago.

Appeared again?

Looking at the black shadow of the black dragon.

Everyone felt like a dream.

"How can this be?"

Feng Lingbei and others almost stared out of their eyes.

No one expected it.

It was originally a battle between Xiao Changfeng and the Holy Son of Hundred Poisons.

It actually implicated the past 30,000 years ago.

At this time, even the saint from the Northern Tang Dynasty frowned slightly.

Obviously, he didn't expect that Xiao Changfeng could awaken Mo Jiaolong's residual thoughts.

"Yu Beitang, you damn human being!"

As soon as Mo Jiaolong appeared, he stared at the saint of Beitang.

The battle that happened back then killed him here.

He also hated the Saint of Beitang very much.

"He is just a defeated general!"

The Saint of Beitang said indifferently.

He killed the dragon here and became a saint, and Mo Jiaolong was his defeated general.

Even if it was just a trace of regret now.

But he still has the power of a saint.

And Mo Jiaolong.

Even at the peak state back then, he was only at the ninth level of the Great Power Realm.

The Saint of Beitang was not afraid at that time.

Naturally, he would not be afraid now.

"Mo Jiao, I can give you a chance to avenge you."

At this time, Xiao Changfeng spoke again.

Let Mo Jiaolong shift his attention back.

At first glance.

He saw a human boy, and he immediately disdained it in his heart.

But at the second glance.

His pupils shrank, and then he prostrated himself on the ground in fear and respect.

"Old Jiao greets the real dragon master!"

Mo Jiao saw Xiao Changfeng's Qinglong martial spirit.

He also felt the real dragon power.

This is for a descendant of the dragon clan like him.

It was like a believer seeing a god.

But Xiao Changfeng didn't care.

Instead, he spoke again.

"It's an old story. I won't go into the cause and effect of the past. But today, I can help you get revenge and return to heaven and earth. Are you willing?"

Xiao Changfeng said lightly.

And Mo Jiaolong bowed his head to the ground and kowtowed heavily.

"If Lord Zhenlong can let the old dragon get revenge, I will do it without hesitation!"

The grudges in the past made Mo Jiaolong unforgettable.

The hatred in his heart was unprecedented.

Although he died, the resentment was still there.

It was precisely because of this.

Xiao Changfeng could wake him up again.

"A defeated general, an ignorant boy, just an ant!"

The eyes of the Northern Tang Saint were cold, and the raised right hand lightly nodded.

In an instant, a red light, like a sharp sword, went towards Xiao Changfeng.

This red light.