ies on their bodies. Even at his peak, the Yin-Yang Limping Demon was not Lu Xiaitian's opponent, let alone now that he was seriously injured.This text is already in English. Let me know if you'd lik...Shun Dongxiao was originally a person with a volatile temper. After cultivating to the Golden Immortal level of the dragon clan, his past grievances had been suppressed in his heart without any relief. After so many years of repression, his hatred did not diminish at all, but instead grew stronger and larger in his suppression.
Not only has Shun Dongxiao learned to endure,
As long as the clan of Wen Kaishi can be eradicated now, and even a few other dragon clans are wiped out, his knot in his heart will naturally be untied. Even if it's the headless white corpse or the Feng Lei Winged Scale Beast clan, they only see him as a traitorous dragon clan who is useful, and they don't have much fondness for him, but that doesn't matter,
The Dragon Clan originally set up the Thirty-Six Heavenly Mues to seal this secret realm.
It is not an easy task for outsiders to crack it.
Even though the two clans joined forces against the Dragon Clan, they still needed him to break the Heavenly Mu Thirty-Six Array and shake the Dragon Clan's foundation. As long as the Heavenly Mu Thirty-Six Array existed, he could bargain with the two clans even if he was alone. Moreover, through the fluctuations of the Heavenly Mu Thirty-Six Array causing the secret realm to intermittently connect with the outside world, he had communicated with demon clans from outside. They were said to belong to the South Sea Dragon Palace.
If he could connect with the Dragon Palace of the South China Sea through this, it wouldn't be bad. If not, even if he left this secret realm, with his cultivation base, where in the world could he not go The headless white corpse and the wind-thunder wing lin beast clan wanted to cross the river and demolish the bridge afterwards, they also had to have that opportunity to do so.
Anyway, let's eliminate the dragons in Xiaolong Mountain first and then settle the hatred I've held for years.
At this time, the dragons within the Xiaolong Mountain region were on high alert, far more so than before. There had been movement at Tianmu's thirty-six altars, and Wen Kaishan dispatched his tribe's elite to investigate. He also contacted other dragon clans. A significant portion of the clan's forces had been mobilized, so extra vigilance was needed in the rear against the possibility of a white corpse without a head or a wind and thunder scaled beast appearing.
"Wen Xu!" At this time, Wen Xu was leading a group of dragons past the Black Crane Trench,
A bronze-armored dragon was seen patrolling the surroundings from afar,
I greeted the other person happily.
"Wen Xu, is everything alright here" Wu Mu Feng scanned the area before his gaze landed on Wen Xu at the front.
"No, Wuchang, I heard you were sent to Qingxi Cliff, how did you come to Hekou Gou" Wen Xu asked with some bewilderment.
"Things have been a bit unsettled outside lately. After completing my patrol duty, I still couldn't settle down. So, I went around looking for any signs of trouble." Yumu Feng said.
"This, this is not right. The Elder strictly ordered that patrol squads of each area cannot cross their jurisdictional boundaries." Wen Xu frowned. Although Zhu Mu Feng was his old acquaintance, under the Elder's order, Wen Xu still felt it was necessary to strictly follow the decree during this critical period.
"Well, there's nothing going on here either. I'll head back now." Mo Feng nodded.
Wen Xu let out a breath. It was enough that the other party wasn't making things difficult for him. But before he could fully exhale, Wen Xu suddenly couldn't help but shiver violently. A wave of coldness swept over his entire body. He only felt this way when faced with an almost irresistible threat, or a crisis that endangered his life,
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Only then would there be this kind of horrifying sense of crisis, but he was currently in the heartland of his tribe. Where did this sense of crisis come from
At the same time Wen Xu was surprised, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his feet. Instinctively, he leaped into the air, but before he could call out to the five members of his team behind him, several muffled groans rang out. Several yellow beams shot out from the ground, piercing the bodies of the five tribesmen directly. In an instant, several tribesmen were either dead or seriously injured. At this moment, Zhu Mu Feng, who was about to leave, suddenly raised his hand. Several strands of silk wrapped around Wen Xu, who had just leaped into the air, and two thin blades as clear as crystal flew towards him.
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Among them, a flash of a blade darted past the three injured tribe members, cleaving them in two. Wen Xi had no guard against Wumu Feng, a fellow tribesman whom he was on good terms with.
And at this moment, the two sides were extremely close. With a sudden strike from Zhumu Feng, Wen Xu was caught off guard. He could only dodge the bright and swift flying knife in time, but one of the silken threads entangled him. The other flying knife killed several of his companions before it curved through the air and pierced through Wen Xu's back. Wen Xu only felt a sharp pain as his entire body fell into a devouring black abyss. In the blink of an eye, his body was completely swallowed up.
In fact, this was indeed the case. As the crystal-like flying knife pierced into his body, Wen Xu's blood and energy were drained, and his body withered away.
“Blood Prison Blade! Zhì, Zhǔmù, Fēng, how…how dare you…” Before he could finish his words, Wen Xǔ’s life force extinguished. His originally imposing dragon form now only remained an outer layer of skin; both his physical body and soul had been completely devoured by that crystal-like flying knife.
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"You have only yourself to blame for this. If you had stayed out of my affairs and allowed me to leave with my people, I wouldn't have had to resort to such measures." Xi Mu Feng recalled the flying knife with a sigh. He and Wen Xu had truly been good friends, but fate had dealt him a bad hand, causing him to stumble upon this area. Xi Mu Feng was bound by Shun Dongxiao's orders and couldn't simply walk away.
"The Inlaid Dragon's Qi is divided into eight paths, winding around the canyon. Calculate the time, after one incense stick's worth of time, a path will pass through here." Xu Mu Feng put away his melancholic thoughts, his eyes sparkling with determination. Wen Xu’s patrol team had been wiped out by him, and he couldn’t afford to delay any longer.
Zhi Mu Feng surveyed the terrain of Heiguan Gou several times, then took out a brocade bag and opened it. Eight bright yellow bells flew out of the bag and landed in eight different directions, disappearing into the ground.
After a column of incense time, eight rays of yellow light emerged from the underground. One after another, thick bell tolls rose and followed, the vast bell sounds connecting with the furious roars of the dragon inside, shaking Mount Zhimu so violently that he momentarily lost his sight.
“The Eight-Bell Dragon Lock Formation is finally complete!” Zhi Mu Feng let out a hearty laugh, didn't bother with the situation here, and shot away into the distance.
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“Who dares to disturb the territory of my dragon clan!” A voice, old and furious, echoed from afar.
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A surging sound of water came from the void. A blue-clothed elder with a dragon's head and a human body, his dragon eyes blazing with anger, appeared in the void, stepping on pale blue clouds.
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Yu Mu Feng was startled and looked back in terror.
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“The dragon lurks in the vast waters, heed my words!”
"Rebellious scum! " The blue-robed old dragon, Wen, roared. The void instantly churned with waves like a furious sea, rising and falling in chaotic fury. Each crashing wave reverberated deep within Zhumu Peak's core.
Wumu Feng suddenly felt countless thick waves battering his body inside and out. Under the violent turmoil, Wumu Feng's body seemed to be torn apart, shaking violently as he spat blood wildly. Wumu Feng’s heart screamed in pain, seeing Wen Tingdao reach out with an empty hand, cutting off all his escape routes. Blood surged within Wumu Feng, with a deafening roar, he directly exploded into a cloud of blood mist. Limbs and flesh burst from within. The ethereal flying sword darted between the clouds, sometimes transforming into a beam of light piercing the earth, or shooting into the heart of solid mountains, leaving behind a smooth, polished s...