Eternal Taoist King

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"Whether he's impulsive or not, it's just a test of the strength of the ninth chongtian. If you want to catch some oil and water from the ninth chongtian then, it's not impossible."

The monks looked at this scene with a smile, and the monks from different heavens just regarded this as a strength test between the ninth and eighth heaven dragons.

"The Spiritual Realm monk has some meaning. I don't know how he left the woman beside him. He was able to keep people from Jinxian. It seems that his strength should not be weak."

"So what? Such a rampant, the Jiaolong family is naturally going to die, just watch their battle."

Everyone looked at Song Ning, and they really couldn't figure out. What on earth did the monk of the spirit realm be able to keep from the Golden Immortals? Is there any mysterious existence in this ninth heaven to help in secret?

At this time, over the imperial city of the Falling Feathers, the electric ball continued to shrink, the lightning flashed and thunder, bringing strong heat. In the dark clouds, there were raindrops that were knocked down. In an instant, the heavy rain was like pouring.

Within the electric ball, Song Ning felt the tingling from his skin. Although dozens of dragons combined tricks, it was strong, but it was not enough.

The Eighth Heaven Heaven Flood Dragon attacked, Song Ning knew that there must be countless people watching this scene at this time. It's the battlefield!

Roar!

In the night sky, it was lit by this electric ball. This electric ball was like a radiant sun radiating light, and the light was overflowing. Even the entire country of falling feathers was bright at this moment.

"I'll wait to help Song Ning, behead these dozens of dragons!" Jue Chen got up and rushed up.

"Predecessors!" Leng Yuexiao blocked: "This matter, Song Ning free to arrange, please be calm."

He was stupefied and wanted to say something, but when he saw Leng Yuexiao's firm expression now, he could only suppress those around him who wanted to break away.

In the sky, the dragon's roar roared: "It's the punishment of thunder and thunder for bullying me!"

Just as this voice came out, the monks' faces changed within the eighth day. Although the thousand thunders were not cast on them, they felt a sense of panic even if they heard the name at the moment.

In the eighth heaven, everyone knows the power of Thousand Thunder, even the monk of Daoxian Peak, it is difficult to get out of the **** of Thousand Thunder, and dozens of dragons use thunder to call Thunderbolt at the same time. It is the thunder and lightning elements scattered between heaven and earth, which are condensed together and powerful. It only takes half a scent of time, and Daoxian Peak will be trapped inside.

At this moment, the Eighth Heaven Celestial Wonderland priests can't figure it out. Why are the Ninth Heaven Celestial Wonderland monks just watching now, and haven't stepped forward to help?

"Now that Song Ning is even stronger, attacked by the Jiaolong family first, and now bound in a thousand thunders, it is difficult to get out."

"Oh, this Thousand Thundering Thunder can kill Dao Immortal Peak Monk is not a rumor, but there is indeed something to do. Any monk who angers the Jiaolong Family will be killed by the Thousand Thunder Thundering.

At this time, in the eyes of everyone, the electric ball condensed by Thousand Thunder Ming has shrunk to almost the size of a person, and only a moment will crush the life within it to death.

"When Thousand Thunder reduced to the size of a fist, Song Ning was afraid that there would be no bone residue. It seems that the person who is married now is also transformed into a face with Yi Rongdan, otherwise it is not now. There will be no resistance before this thunderous thunder. "

However, at the time when the eighth celebrity monk had fixed Song Ning as a "dead man", there was suddenly a strange glory in the silver electric ball.

The brilliance swelled in an instant, and when the electric ball shrank, the light diffused and penetrated the electric ball directly.

嗤嗤嗤.

The electric ball collapsed, and dozens of Jiaolong bodies were twisted. It seemed to have been hit hard. A ray of light that could not tell exactly what color was suddenly burst out of the electric ball. All closed their eyes.

Light comes first, power comes later.

At this time there is only one color in the sky, this is the color of light. The only force between heaven and earth is the power of this light. The only sound in the void is the voice of Song Ning.

"Are there any lightnings and want to trap me?"

The force of this explosion washes through the sky like a torrent, within a hundred miles, in parallel, all the dragons, scales ruptured, blood stained, some burnt black, and some were covered by frost.

A huge figure fell from the sky and was about to fall to the ground. It was caught by the monks below. In this strong shock, their primordial spirits were directly shattered, even off the body. There is no chance of escape.

In the blink of an eye, there were only six dragons in the sky. All six dragons were also seriously injured. They backed away and looked at Song Ning in horror.

Just now ...

What an attack!

The monks who watched the battle in the Eighth Chongtian were shocked at this moment. Even the peak of Daoxian, even the realm of golden fairy, all had a moment of shock. Dozens of dragons were killed and injured under the blow of this monk of the spirit realm?

Looking at Song Ning at this moment, even though the robe is broken, even though there is a slight injury on the body surface, it does not look serious.

The night sky restores its original color, and even the dark clouds full of rain in the sky are now scattered.

In the darkness, the surface of Song Ning's body shone with a faint electric light, which was caused by the thunderous thunder before, but even though there was still some electric light, there was no slight harm to Song Ning's body.

"Hurt my tribe, this hatred, we must report it!" The six Jiaolongs flew crazy toward the eighth heaven.

Humph.

Song Ning shook his body, flashed out, stood in front of one of the dragons, turned his hands into palms, and slashed against the dragon.

There is a silver light on this palm, and the silver light turns into a sword shape, and when it is solid, it falls on the dragon head.

puff.

With blood spilled, Song Ning threw a kick at the dragon body, and the dragon body flew towards the ground: "This one, it's steamed!"

The remaining five dragons fluttered, and anger erupted from their golden pupils. However, they did not dare to turn back at this moment, and could only fly towards the eighth heaven with the fastest speed.

Click!

Song Ning reappeared, and directly twisted a dragon head: "This one, deep-fried!"

"You have hidden Xiu Wei!" Patriarch Jiaolong resented, but in his grief and anger, he still did not dare to slack off.

What kind of person is he, what kind of cultivation is he, and why should he live with the Jiaolong family!

Roar!

The last five dragons in the fairyland of the Jiaolong clan looked up to the sky, and mourning spread throughout the sky.

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