Supreme Alchemy

What?

The remaining thoughts of the saint of the Northern Tang Dynasty were wiped out?

Looking at the Beitang Saint who quickly disappeared.

And the lines that had disappeared on the Dragon-Slaying Platform.

Everyone felt their brains buzzing, as if they had been hit hard.

This is the saint of the Northern Tang Dynasty!

The founder of the Northern Tang Sect.

Rumor has it that at his peak, he was a strong man at the ninth level of the Saint Realm.

It's just one step away from becoming a Heavenly Lord.

Although it has fallen for more than 30,000 years.

But he is the supreme saint after all.

In this sanctified place, a wisp of holy patterns left behind will remain immortal for thirty thousand years.

but now.

Disappear!

The last trace of remnant left in the human world has completely disappeared.

Since then.

The saint of the Northern Tang Dynasty died completely.

at the same time.

In front of the mountain gate of Beitang Sect.

That statue of the ancestor is a hundred meters in size.

Suddenly a crack appeared.

The crack is as thick as a finger.

From the center of the eyebrows down to the soles of the feet.

It's like being split in two.

Although he hasn't fallen down yet, he looks extremely embarrassed.

"No!"

On the dragon-slaying platform, Saint Son of Hundred Poisons exclaimed with disbelief on his face.

The saint of the Northern Tang Dynasty, who was like a god in his mind, was destroyed just like that?

He didn't want to believe it and couldn't believe it.

Outside the Dragon-Slaying Platform.

Feng Lingbei, Xu Mohe and other Northern Tang Sect disciples had even darker eyes and shaky bodies.

Ancestor... was defeated?

How can this be!

But the holy pattern has disappeared, and the holy power has not remained at all.

There is no other explanation other than defeat.

"Groan!"

Mo Long stepped on the Dragon Slaying Platform, raised his head and let out a dragon roar of pleasure.

This resentment has been held back for thirty thousand years.

At this time, he finally vented his anger.

The dragon's roar shook the sky!

"The holy patterns of the saints of the Northern Tang Dynasty are just gone?"

Yaoyao also did not recover from the shock.

At this time, his neck was stiff and his eyes were horrified.

"Why!"

Ancestor Xie Yun sighed and said nothing.

This result was also beyond his expectation.

"I knew Master Xiao would win!"

Xiang Fei breathed a sigh of relief and kept clasping her hands.

It's also a little looser.

"Thank you, Lord True Dragon, for your help!"

At this time, Mo Long finished venting his grievances.

He came to Xiao Changfeng respectfully.

He knows it very well.

If Xiao Changfeng hadn't awakened him and given him a mouthful of blood essence.

I'm afraid he will never be able to avenge this.

What's more, Xiao Changfeng carries the meaning of a true dragon.

He was naturally in awe.

"There are causes and effects in the world. Helping you is also helping me, so don't be polite!"

Xiao Changfeng's complexion had recovered a lot, and he spoke lightly at this time, without showing any signs of joy.

Tsk!

Right now.

Mo Long's body was filled with black energy, and his aura instantly weakened.

The power of Xiao Changfeng's blood essence.

That’s it for now.

The ink dragon degenerated into an ink dragon again.

And because he used too much power, his figure gradually became illusory.

It's like it's about to turn into ashes.

"Master True Dragon, you help me take revenge. The old dragon has nothing to offer in return. I am willing to use my little power to help your martial soul grow."

Mo Jiao didn't care at all that his figure was gradually becoming transparent.

Instead, he respectfully thanked Xiao Changfeng.

Xiao Changfeng pondered for a moment, then nodded.

"Can!"

Mo Jiao saluted respectfully again.

Then the entire figure quickly turned into a streak of ink light and flew towards Xiao Changfeng.

Finally, he was submerged into Qinglong Wuhun.

In an instant.

The nine-meter-long Qinglong martial spirit let out a clear and high-pitched dragon roar.

Far more pure than Mo Jiao.

Then Qinglong Wuhun grew in size.

It turned into a size of ten meters!

So far.

On the Dragon-Slaying Platform, the sage of the Northern Tang Dynasty and Mo Jiaolong had been entangled in their grudges for thirty thousand years.

Completely finished!

Boom!

The sacred patterns and dragon blood disappeared, and the entire Dragon Slaying Platform suddenly shook.

Not only that.

Centered on the previous pit.

There are more and more cracks all around.

And it is getting deeper and longer.

By the end, the entire Dragon Slaying Platform was roaring and shaking.

Like a mountain collapsing.

"No, the Dragon-Slaying Platform is about to collapse!"

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked.

No one could have imagined that the Dragon Slaying Platform would collapse.

And at this time.

On the Dragon-Slaying Platform, there was a duel between Xiao Changfeng and the Hundred Poison Saint Son.

It's not over yet.

Uh-huh!

Xiao Changfeng took the lead and soared into the sky.

The whole person turned into a long rainbow of green light and went straight towards the Holy Son of Hundred Poisons.

Since it is a life and death showdown.

Then one of them must die!

"damn it!"

Saint Son of Baidu was the first to sense Xiao Changfeng's move.

His expression suddenly changed.

But now he could no longer escape.

I had to bite the bullet and fight.

"Xiao Changfeng, I will never lose to you!"

boom!

The Poison Martial Soul appeared again. Although the Martial Soul could not be fused, it was still very powerful.

Not only that.

The Holy Son of Hundred Poisons also took out the peacock feather again.

Although twenty-two poisonous needles were broken, the power of the peacock feather was still far beyond that of ordinary semi-sacred weapons.

"kill!"

The Holy Son of Hundred Poisons took a deep breath, with a fierce look in his eyes.

At this moment, he took action with all his strength to make the final decision with Xiao Changfeng.

"Like an ant!"

Xiao Changfeng reached out and grabbed it.

This time he did not use the Void Flying Sword.

Instead, he took out the Five Elements Sword.

For a magic weapon, only magic power can bring out its true power.

In an instant, magic power was infused.

On the Five Elements Sword, runes suddenly lit up.

These runes were full of mystery and mystery.

There was also a breath of the Five Elements.

The spiritual energy within 300 meters was commanded by Xiao Changfeng.

"Cut!"

Holding the hilt, he chopped down with one sword.

Boom!

A 15-meter-long golden sword light, with the sharpness and hardness unique to the gold attribute.

Falling from mid-air, the sword cut the Son of God!

From a distance, it looked like a god holding a sword and fighting.

To kill the evil demon god.

"Kaiyuan Knife!"

The Son of the Hundred Poisons was boiling with poison gas, like a madman.

Not only did he use the Peacock Feather.

He also took out his strongest Kaiyuan Knife.

Ding Ding Dang Dang!

The peacock spread its tail, and poison needles filled the air.

However, the 15-meter golden sword light was also indestructible.

And it collided violently.

Although the Peacock Feather broke 22 poison needles and its power was greatly reduced.

But it was a holy weapon after all.

It actually shattered all the 15-meter sword light.

But that was all.

After shattering the golden sword light.

The Peacock Feather also lost its power and turned into a broken iron fan again.

At this time.

Xiao Changfeng held the Five Elements Magic Sword in his hand, but continued to fall.

Dang!

The Five Elements Magic Sword collided with the Kaiyuan Knife.

Compared with the magic weapon embryo of the Five Elements Magic Sword, this top-grade semi-holy weapon.

After all, it was still weaker.

Under the magic power, the Kaiyuan Knife could not resist.

Although it was not cut in half, it was directly chopped and flew out.

At this time.

After defeating the Peacock Feather and the Kaiyuan Knife.

It came to the front of the Holy Son of Hundred Poisons.

"Lord Holy Son!"

Feng Lingbei exclaimed and rushed here frantically.

Want to save the Holy Son of Hundred Poisons.

However, Xiao Changfeng was merciless.

"In the next life, remember not to provoke me!"

After saying that.

The sword fell!

In the horrified eyes of the Holy Son of Hundred Poisons.

The sword fell.

The Holy Son of Hundred Poisons, die!