Supreme Shrine

Lu Ming sneered, this cold knife spirit is really shameless.

In the previous battle with Jiaolong, in order to escape for his own life, he asked others to resist Jiaolong for him, and he escaped by himself.

In fact, with the strength of the cold knife spirit, if he desperately resists the flood dragon for a while, and delays until the red and red monsters arrive, it should be fine, but he will not do that. He would rather let others do it with his life, he will Can protect oneself as far as possible.

Now, he actually wants to do this again, let Lu Ming use his life to kill Jiaolong, and after killing the dragon, he then asks Xie Nianqing to attack the base. Does he really think others are fools?

If you don't agree, you will threaten, Linghai triple, is it amazing?

"Old guy, I have a shortcoming. I hate people threatening me the most. The more people threaten me, the more I will fight against him. As I said before, I happen to know some ways of inscription. This large formation, inscribed to Now, it has been too long, the power has been greatly reduced, and the spirit crystal energy in some places has been exhausted, it seems that I have to add some spirit crystals into it."

Lu Ming said lightly.

"Little beast, do you dare?"

The cold sword spirit has a cold face.

"Why don't you dare? You are a fart in my eyes!"

Lu Ming curled his lips and flew towards the edge of the square.

On the edge of the square, there are some potholes, which are formation bases, and densely packed top-quality spirit crystals are embedded on them.

But some spirit crystals have been broken, lost their spirituality, and have no energy at all.

Lu Ming pointed at a pit, swiped his finger, and the useless spirit crystal in that pit flew out, and a perfect top-quality spirit crystal appeared in Lu Ming's hand, and with a wave of his hand, the top-quality spirit crystal was inlaid into the pit among.

The inscriptions around the pit are slightly brighter.

"Stop, you stop!"

The cold knife spirit roared.

"Stop, yes, kneel down and beg me!"

Lu Ming turned his head and smiled slightly at the cold sword spirit.

"Kneel down to beg you? Little bastard, what are you? How dare I ask my old man to kneel down and beg you."

The cold knife spirit was stunned for a moment, and then roared angrily.

"It's fine if you don't kneel!"

Lu Ming kept swiping his fingers, taking out pieces of useless top-quality spirit crystals, and inserting intact top-quality spirit crystals. His speed was very fast. Before long, Lu Ming had inlaid hundreds of top-quality spirit crystals.

The inscriptions on the big formation became brighter and more powerful.

"Little beast, I won't kill you, I swear I won't be human!"

The murderous intent of the Cold Sword Spirit is icy cold, and he hates Lu Ming to the marrow.

Roar!

At this time, Jiaolong uttered an earth-shattering roar, and actually stepped towards the edge of the square.

As soon as it moved, the inscription array started to run crazily. Countless inscriptions seemed to come to life, turning into battle swords and knives, and slashed towards the dragon frantically.

Jiaolong roared loudly, and a Fangtian painted halberd appeared in his hand, opened and closed, desperately resisting the attacks from all around.

Obviously, Jiaolong is very decisive, it knows that if it continues, the situation will become more and more unfavorable to it, and he will desperately rush out of the formation.

boom!boom!

The battle knives and swords formed by the inscription formation are powerful and terrifying, and there are so many of them that they seem to be endless, constantly slashing at the dragon.

puff!

Even though the dragon's defense was astonishing, it was still pierced by the sharp sword, leaving a hole and blood flowing.

But Jiaolong didn't care about it, and rushed outward crazily.

Every step it took, the white jade ground roared, and countless inscriptions enveloped the dragon, and finally turned into flames, wrapping the dragon in it.

Roar!

With a shocking roar, the dragon turned into its original shape, but only became more than ten meters long, shooting out streaks of blue divine light from its body, Fang Tian drew his halberd and slashed vertically and horizontally.

Even so, every time Jiaolong steps a meter, there will be an extra wound on his body, and at the same time, he has to face the burning of the flames.

"As expected of a dragon, what a powerful body!"

Lu Ming was amazed.

Faced with such an offensive, a human warrior might not be able to hold on anymore, but Jiaolong held on abruptly, and continued to attack outwards, getting closer and closer to the outside of the formation.

"Damn!"

The cold knife spirit and the old monster Hongchi were very anxious.

If Jiaolong goes out first, then the treasures in the hall will fall into Jiaolong's hands.

"Xiaoqing, let's advance to the main hall!"

Lu Ming's face also changed. If they waited for Jiaolong to come out, they would not be opponents with their combat power.

The two walked along the side of the square and were about to rush towards the main hall.

"stop!"

The dragon roared loudly, and the two dragon horns emitted a bright light, and the two blue divine lights, like two extremely sharp swords, shot through the inscription formation and shot towards Lu Ming and the other two.

Lu Ming used the Infinity Dragon Spear to block, and the huge force caused Lu Ming and Xie Nianqing's bodies to retreat violently.

hum!

The Infinity Dragon Spear vibrated continuously in his hand. Fortunately, it was a top-grade sixth-level spiritual weapon. If it was a fifth-level spiritual weapon, it was smashed to pieces just now.

Flood dragon roared, regardless of his injuries, he rushed outwards frantically, his speed greatly increased.

In just a few breaths, Jiaolong actually rushed out of the inscription formation, but what he got in exchange was scars all over his body.

There are at least dozens of scars on Jiaolong's body. The dragon's scales are torn, bloody and bloody, and some wounds reveal white bones. Terrible, with such a serious injury, his breath was a little weaker, but he didn't fall down.

It glanced at Lu Ming and Xie Nianqing, but rushed towards the hall without making a move.

"This flood dragon rushed towards the hall in such a hurry, there must be some incredible treasure inside, let's go in and have a look!"

Lu Ming said to Xie Nianqing.

Xie Nianqing also nodded.

Although Jiaolong was strong, he was too injured to maintain his peak combat power. If Jiaolong attacked them, the two of them would be able to escape together, so they dared to follow.

The two followed Jiaolong closely and rushed towards the main hall.

"Damn it, you little bastard!"

The cold sword spirit roared, they didn't dare to rush in like Jiaolong, they didn't have such a strong body as Jiaolong.

Swish!Swish!

Lu Ming, Xie Nianqing and Jiaolong rushed into the hall one after the other.

The main hall is very spacious. As soon as he rushed into the main hall, Lu Ming felt a huge pressure. Even its Kowloon blood was agitated, and Lu Ming's spine was filled with red light.

"That is"

Lu Ming looked at the center of the hall in shock.

There, there was a ball of fresh blood suspended, and on the surface of that ball of blood, there were actually small real dragons constantly swimming around, and a huge pressure filled the air.

This pressure, like the pressure of the ancestor of all beasts and the king of all kings, is extremely terrifying and can convince all things.

"True dragon, true dragon blood!"

Before Lu Ming could open his mouth, the Dandan on his shoulders called out first.

True dragon's blood, yes, this lump of blood is true dragon's blood.

Lu Ming and Xie Nianqing were all shocked.

They never expected that there would be a ball of real dragon's blood in the palace of Daoist Seven Colors, and this ball of real dragon's blood obviously seemed to have just flowed from the real dragon, and it was spiritual.

This value is high.

(End of this chapter)