The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

The severe pain caused Huang Shi's demon power to frustrate in an instant, and the murderous aura left by the Immortal Killing Knife on the wound made Huang Shi's demon power continuously radiate, and the wound could not stop consuming his own demon power. But in the blink of an eye, Huang Shi became extremely weak.

The sudden change shocked many people. They thought that Ao Moang had already been beheaded by the yellow lion. Who would have thought that no one was injured, but the yellow lion himself was seriously injured.

Looking at Ao Mo'ang coldly, Huang Shi already had the intention of retreating in his heart. He couldn't beat him, and now he was seriously injured by Ao Moang. If he really continued to fight, he would definitely die today.

After retreating, Huang Shi reluctantly moved, but this tiny movement still fell in Ao Moang's eyes. The cold light in the dragon's eyes grew brighter, and the immortal-killing knife that was originally stuck on the ground moved accordingly, and instantly rested on Huang Shi's head.

The endless killing intent made Huang Shi terrified in an instant, and the surge of monster energy on his body temporarily blocked the Immortal Killing Knife on his neck. Although he knew that doing so would not be of much use, it was always a comfort to his heart.

Huang Shi stared at Ao Mo'ang and shouted loudly: "Ao Mo'ang! How dare you! If you kill me, won't you be afraid that my ancestor will crush your Sea-Suppressing Dragon Palace?"

Sure enough, when you are about to die, you don't want to try your best to see if you can earn some life. Instead, you move your ancestors out to scare people. Being your ancestors is really tiring.

Ao Moang sneered in his heart at this time and said: "If you don't remind me, I will forget it."

As he spoke, he saw the Immortal Killing Knife that had fallen near the yellow lion's neck slowly lifted up. Seeing this scene, Huang Shi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that Ao Moang was afraid of his ancestors, so he planned to do it.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, the cold light fell, and the boundless murderous aura spread instantly. Under the horrified eyes of all the monsters, the yellow lion was publicly slapped.

The huge yellow lion's head fell to the ground and rolled around a few times before stopping.

Seeing this scene, Ao Moang said indifferently: "Thank you for reminding me, this general is here to kill you today. I almost missed the business."

After finishing speaking, the monster power on the yellow lion dissipated in an instant, and the originally huge body suddenly became smaller at this time. Ao Fan turned into a human form, walked up to the yellow lion's head, and grabbed it. Then his eyes swept over the remaining monsters in Zhujie Mountain.

"Bring this yellow lion back to Zhujie Mountain and tell Jiuling Yuansheng that if you want to damage my Dragon King's majesty, you must pass the level of my West Sea general Ao Moang first. Otherwise, you can honestly live in Zhujie Mountain for the elderly, don't Come out and embarrass yourself.”

As soon as the words fell, the monsters who were already terrified faced Ao Moang's murderous gaze, and were startled immediately, and then they all took a step back, nodding their heads hastily, indicating that they heard clearly.

How can they care about protecting Zhujieshan's face now, let's save their lives before talking about other things.

Ao Moang sneered, and then carried the yellow lion's head and turned into a stream of light and fled away. After a while, the dragon's power and murderous aura pressing on the monsters slowly dissipated.

"What should we do? I'll just watch the yellow lion being killed. At this time, go back to Zhujie Mountain and the ancestors will swallow us alive?"

One of the monsters said with a mournful face, that he and the others never made a move from the beginning to the end, and just stood aside and watched. If Jiuling Yuansheng found out, they might make them apologize with death.

"So what, this Ao Moang is unparalleled, and even the yellow lion with Da Luo Jinxian's cultivation level is no match for him. If we rush up, is it because we hate ourselves for not dying fast enough? It's a death anyway, maybe the ancestor just got angry Maybe. If we really rush up, we will definitely die." Another monster said with a sigh.

All the demons gathered together, and after a while they sighed, and then all the demons carried the headless body of the yellow lion back to Zhujie Mountain. Life or death depends entirely on destiny.

Inside Zhujie Mountain

The atmosphere in the cave can be said to be quite strange, Fengfeng stood motionless at the side, like a sculpture. The same goes for many monsters on the other side. From time to time, he glanced at the corpse of the yellow lion lying on the ground.

After the yellow lion's body was carried back, Jiuling Yuansheng had been staring at the yellow lion's body on the ground without moving, and he didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.

Due to the weird atmosphere in the cave and the vague anger, the big monsters in the cave knew that it was the wisest choice not to speak at this time.

Jiuling Yuansheng's eyes turned and fell on the demons who were kneeling on the ground and fled back, and said: "You came back like this?"

The voice was extremely cold, as if he was in a thousand-year cold cave. The murderous intent in his tone made the escaped monster suddenly freeze.

"Old Ancestor, it wasn't that I retreated without a fight. It was really that Ao Moang was so powerful that he severely injured and killed the yellow lion in just a few rounds. I didn't dare to act rashly when my strength was weak."

A group of monsters cried and shouted, their hearts filled with fear. The ancestor's tone did not mean that he would let them go easily.

"Not strong enough? Then Ao Moang scares you like this with only one person. If this king and Zhujie Mountain are all like you, then Ao Fan, the dragon king of Zhenhai, will come in person. Could it be that this king will hand over Zhujie Mountain? Do you want to surrender?"

Jiuling Yuan Sheng said with a frosty face, his Zhujie Mountain face was completely ruined by their bunch of trash today.

A big Luo Jinxian frightened them like this, let them leave with their own heads Shi Shiran, and said to himself that he would stay in Zhujie Mountain for the elderly.

Listen, is this still human language? The Zhenhai Dragon Palace is almost riding on my face. Are you still looking for excuses?

Thinking of this, Jiuling Yuansheng's eyes froze for an instant, his head instantly became bigger, and the lion's mouth of the nine huge heads opened wide, and a huge suction appeared from the mouth. Accompanied by bursts of lion roars, the digital monsters kneeling on the ground were sucked into their mouths in the blink of an eye. The demons had no room to resist at all, and they didn't even have time to shout.

After devouring the monster, Nine Spirits Yuansheng's head returned to normal. After burping, the cave became quiet again. But the big demons lined up on both sides were indifferent. Apparently this happened frequently in Zhujie Mountain, and the demons were used to it.

Jiuling Yuansheng glanced at the subordinates on both sides at this time, and said: "Whoever you wait for can kill this Ao Moang, this king will reward him with an innate magic weapon."

As he spoke, a red light flashed in the hands of Jiuling Yuansheng, and a long knife appeared in his hand. The sword was surrounded by evil aura, and there was a faint roar of a lion. The connection between the handle and the blade is a miniature version of a skull lion's head, and the blade is derived from the lion's mouth.

This knife can be regarded as one of the few innate magic weapons in Zhujie Mountain, and can even be said to be an innate magic weapon inherited by the Lion Clan. As soon as the long knife appeared, everyone's eyes were filled with enthusiasm, but no one stood up.

This Ao Moang's cultivation was superb, they thought they were not absolutely sure to kill the opponent, and they would lose their lives at that time, not to mention the innate magic weapon, they might not even have the chance to enjoy it.