Chapter 410 The Death of Great Elder Xiong Ming Jin Long! So, will this battle be as simple as the Spirit King predicted? The answer is yes. Back to the sky above the lake, one on the left and one on the right, the dragon ball and the seal each dropped light, which intertwined somewhere and covered an area together. At the edge, dark chains crisscrossed and giant golden dragons snaked around, waiting for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack. Inside, Li Xunhuan raised his hand and was about to move, but his slender eyebrows suddenly raised upwards. The heaven and earth squeezed him, and he felt a sense of suffocation, as if he was hated by the heaven and earth. "A fake spiritual realm?" Just as he was thinking this, the feeling of suffocation increased several levels again. It seemed as if a huge force of tens of thousands of pounds was beating down from all directions, and a veil was cast between the soul and the world, blurring the lines. After watching for a long time, a feeling of drowsiness came over me. I wanted to explode but I had no strength, and I wanted to sleep but I couldn't. At this moment, the Great Elder Jinlong, Xiong Ming, curled his lips, as if mocking. Pseudo spiritual realm? I really look down on them.

The movements of the two men's hands quickened again, and correspondingly, the spirituality in the eyes of the golden dragon transformed by the golden dragon spear increased greatly, and it came towards them with great momentum. The dark chains made a "dangling" sound of tightening, shrinking inwards, compressing Li Xunhuan's space step by step, and on the way they turned into more than a thousand chains, attacking him in an overwhelming manner. Of the two, the chain was the first to arrive, and the golden dragon disappeared into it, increasing its speed even further. The two people belong to two different worlds, but they complement each other. The former acts on the soul, while the latter is applied to the body and spiritual power. It is far from as simple as one plus one being greater than two. Even if a true immortal came down to earth, Ma Liang would most likely be defeated here after being unsealed. however, Give someone a taste of their own medicine, Li Murong Xunhuan also knows this well in the spiritual realm. "Reverse it!" Strange vibrations emanated from his entire body, and wherever he passed, the vital energy of heaven and earth rebelled without a second thought. The golden dragon, which was originally like a fish in water, suddenly sank and almost fell; the number of space portals decreased, and the number of dark chains decreased greatly. Taking advantage of this, he escaped from the encirclement, and the view in front of him suddenly became clear, with lakes and white clouds, and the three thousand Mahayana were stunned. Before he could spread out his spiritual sense, two figures in his spiritual sense, covering an area of ​​a thousand miles in radius, formed two balls of spiritual light and attacked rapidly. In the golden light, a figure with two clusters of dragon horns can be vaguely seen. He is wearing a golden robe and holding a dragon spear with both hands. It is the Great Elder of Golden Dragon. In the dim light, a black shadow was wearing a gray crown with a dignified appearance. He held a seal in one hand and made hand gestures with the other. It was none other than Xiong Ming from the underworld. Thousands of miles away, it is right in front of you in the blink of an eye. On the left, thousands of dragon spears shot out like a rain of arrows, the crystal threads on the spear blades sparkled and connected into a line of law, like a hedgehog, with no way to escape. On the right, a chain with a diameter of one hundred feet flew across the sky. The space suddenly collapsed, and the lines of law hid in the darkness. Left and right, it can be said to be ferocious. Without thinking, Li Xunhuan reached up to the sky with his right hand and then released it. Nine giant white dragons with the aura of the highest level Mahayana rushed towards the chains in a suicidal manner. At the same time, he drew a square with his right hand, and the sky-blue spiritual power was connected into a piece of paper. Then he pushed it lightly, and the paper suddenly jumped out of countless layers of thin squares, which expanded outwards on the way and condensed into a square thin cross-section to block the dragon spear head-on.

After doing all this, he leaped forward, Black Wind Flag in hand, and rushed towards the Great Elder Golden Dragon. At the same time, the dragon spears collided with the thin cross-section. There was no flash of swords and shadows, or shock of spiritual power. Instead, thousands of dragon spears were silently engraved on the screen, forming a picture of a rain of arrows. Then the scroll moved up and down, and it teleported to appear behind the battle between the dark chains and the white dragon. It was pulled open again, and the line of the Wanwan Dragon Spear Law in the picture remained unchanged, piercing out of the picture, facing Xiong Ming. ? Xiong Ming's eyes flashed with surprise and solemnity, and he hastily sacrificed the seal, which shone brightly, and hit the line of the dragon spear's law head-on. After breaking a hole, he passed through it, his face suddenly changed, and he immediately swung the chain to chop it down. On the other side, Great Elder Jinlong was secretly groaning in his heart. One second! A full second! Do you know how I managed to survive this moment? It is said that the True Dragon clan has strong bodies, especially compared to the human race, but now he is indescribably confused. Li Xunhuan's physical body was only slightly stronger than his, not enough to crush him. However, as soon as they started fighting, his hands trembled and the dragon spear in his hand almost slipped out of his hand. Weird! Could it be his seemingly ordinary moves? "Hoohoo!" The sound of chains falling from the sky was heard. He pushed the dragon spear horizontally with both hands, pushing away the Black Wind Flag that followed Li Xunhuan like a shadow, and used it to retreat thousands of miles. Because the chain blocked the two of them, they got a moment to breathe. Without time to explain, he immediately sent a message to Xiong Ming, "Go together!" "Go together!" At the right time, Xiong Ming also had the same idea and sent a message over. It was not a coincidence, but after testing, they discovered that Li Xunhuan's fighting ability was at the level of a true immortal, and his methods were more diverse and always unexpected. To be cautious, you can only confront it head-on and use your age and accumulated profound skills to consume it. So, a shocking scene happened next. Above the lake, there was no human figure casting spells from a distance, no magic weapon clashing head-on, only three spiritual light balls with a diameter of one hundred miles colliding with each other. Thousands of miles in an instant, so much so that every moment and every place. The aftermath of the spiritual energy shockwaves here has not yet dissipated, and there is a "bang bang" sound over there. Time passes so fast that it seems as if it has merged into one, and a grand fireworks show has taken place here. . . . When such a scene appeared in the human world through the Star Palace and in the interface where Dragon Island and others were descending, billions of creatures were shocked. "Two against one, evenly matched? What if it's one against one? Tsk tsk, I don't dare to think about it." "Sure enough, books are all lies. Who said that humans are weak?" "The ancestor has boundless magical power, sweeping across all realms." "The human race rises!" The human world was rejoicing, and had invisibly completely dispelled the fascination for top-level true spirits such as the True Dragon and the Heavenly Phoenix, as well as other legends such as ghost cultivators and demon cultivators.

In this regard, the race of the person involved is not so easy to accept. On Dragon Island, an army of tens of millions of tribes that had gathered to invade the human world looked at the scene with red eyes. The more they looked, the more humiliated they felt. Some of the fiercest real dragons even exploded on the spot. How could the True Dragon Clan, a top-level True Spirit, lose to the weak Human Race? unacceptable! In the spiritual world, all races were silent. The ethnic groups that responded to the call of the Helian Merchant Alliance were in a state of panic because all the Mahayana monks were wiped out. The clan of Mahayana monks who had managed to survive were extremely anxious, feeling that the past days would never return. The demon world, the underworld, and dozens of upper realms headed by the four realms were all dull, and those with quick minds began to show fear on their faces. For a moment, countless ethnic groups felt a heavy weight on their shoulders, and some were unable to breathe, as if a race was pressing down on them from nowhere, and that race was called the human race. Outside the lake, ordinary Mahayana cultivators took a look and felt that the mysteries of heaven and earth were all before their eyes, and they were confident that their cultivation or magical powers would be further improved. In joy, he focused his eyes and tried to look, but he screamed "Ah", his eyes felt stinging, and he closed his eyes subconsciously, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. Inside the palace, Mo Jianli and Ao Xiao were like this. On the contrary, all the human beings at the top were safe and sound and were not affected. I can only say that sometimes, having weak cultivation is also a kind of happiness. Face to face, the remaining less than fifty top-level Mahayana masters from other realms narrowed their eyes slightly, and occasionally they looked like mortals, pursing their eyes as if they were tired of seeing. Compared to before, they sat upright and breathed carefully, obviously not as calm as they appeared. The face of the chief spiritual king became solemn for the first time. He knew that Li Xunhuan had extraordinary fighting ability, comparable to that of a True Immortal, but it was still beyond his expectations to see the Golden Dragon Elder and Xiong Ming, who were both mid-stage True Immortals, overpower them. And more importantly, he examined himself and found that he probably couldn't win either? This is outrageous. I, who came down from the immortal world, am no better than an ordinary mortal? Among the many people, only Great Elder Tianfeng discovered a blind spot while being shocked. She kept glancing at the stage from the corner of her eye. Twenty-four beautiful women were watching the battle over the lake with great interest. What does this mean? This means that the twenty-four Taoist companions of Li Xunhuan are all at the top level of Mahayana, and have reached the edge of true immortal combat power! This is a true immortal! It should be noted that there are more than a thousand upper realms near this chaos, but only the Spirit Realm, Dragon Island, the Sky Phoenix Clan, and the Underworld each have an Optimus Prime with true immortal-level combat power. At this moment, her mind was in a mess. The human race, or, what did Li Xunhuan do? . . . How on earth did he do it? During this interval, the chest of the Great Elder Golden Dragon in the golden light ball rose and fell. He looked up at Li Xunhuan who was thousands of miles away, filled with fear. The two of them surrounded them, but they were the first to run out of energy! Just at this moment, a hidden line of law suddenly appeared and he hurriedly dodged it. After a moment, when he paused again, he noticed something strange, and looking down, he couldn't help but feel furious.

The hem of the clothes was cut in half! How strong is Li Xunhuan’s spiritual power? After enduring sieges from four realms and fighting with the two of them for a long time, he was still able to send out lines of law and hide in space with his control as precise as ever? Is this still the Mahayana realm? If Li Xunhuan knew what he was thinking, he would definitely be honored to tell him that exponential growth is so unreasonable! To this day, he doesn't know how strong he is unless he pushes himself. But now, he knows. So, this battle has come to an end. Jinlong, Xiongming, my two fellow Taoists, please set off! A gleam of light flashed in his slender eyes, and he twisted the hand that was clenched around the Black Wind Flag. At first, just like before, he took the initiative to rush towards the golden and gray light balls. Of course, from the outside, the situation looks more like a chase. Somewhere within thousands of miles, a sky-blue ball of light and a gray ball of light collided head-on, rubbing against the edge of the hundred-mile spiritual realm, and colorful spiritual light burst out from them. Just when Xiong Ming thought everything was normal and could break up at any moment, an accident happened. He stared fiercely at the place ten feet in front of him, and at the same time his body quickly retreated. In an instant, a crystal thread wrapped around the tip of the gun suddenly appeared, and behind it, the bright red flag on the gun barrel was so conspicuous. He shouted in his heart, calm down! The spirit realm tried desperately to squeeze away, but it seemed to be of no use, and in fact it was of no use. The big flag was so fast that it pierced through the space without being affected at all. Just an inch, it was as if it had crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, passed through his purple palace, and just hit the soul that had teleported over. Then, the soul shattered into pieces like a porcelain doll, and turned into tiny dots and disappeared into nothingness. In reality, Xiong Ming's aura suddenly rose, and a mighty aura emanated from his body, merging with the heaven and earth. Then, in less than a moment, his aura fell back and rapidly decreased. At that time, dark clouds covering tens of thousands of miles gathered together, thick and solid, with thunder dragons flashing from time to time, creating a scene of the end of the world. A thunder dragon descended from the sky, suddenly became smaller on the way, and finally disappeared into thin air, and the dark clouds gradually dissipated. Internally and externally synchronized, it all happened and ended in just a moment. Only Li Xunhuan himself knew what kind of earth-shattering changes had happened in such a short period of time. Will the soul enter the Purple Palace, overcome the calamity and ascend to become an immortal? Fellow Daoist Xiong Ming is quite calculating! Unfortunately, one step short of victory! The thought flashed through his mind, and the Black Wind Flag drew a prison on the ground, quietly imprisoning Xiong Ming, or more precisely, the soon-to-die Xiong Ming. Then the flag led into the void and disappeared. A moment later, at the other end, the golden light ball and the sky blue light ball collided head-on. Unlike before, this time they touched but did not separate. The sky blue light ball was tightly attached to the golden light ball. Li Xunhuan was about to repeat the same trick and do it again. At this moment, in the golden light ball, Great Elder Golden Dragon did not notice anything unusual, but his soul was beating wildly, and the long-awaited sense of death crisis that had not appeared in a million years came. He didn't have time to think, and before he could even make the move of entering the Purple Palace and ascending to the fairyland, his legs went weak and he knelt down. Bow with arms raised, hips raised high, and prostrate yourself! "Please spare my life. Xiaolong Aojin is willing to serve you as a mount." As soon as he finished speaking, the blade of the Black Wind Flag spear was fixed an inch in front of his forehead.

The line of law that emerged from it shook the space and broke through his brow, from which golden blood fell, interweaving with the sweat on his forehead, drawing on his face. His face was itchy, but he didn't dare to move. This was because in the independent space of his Dantian, an inch away from his Nascent Soul (Primordial Spirit), a black wind flag was spinning rapidly. Not only did it not retreat, but the tip of the flag was flashing with cold light, which was extremely dangerous. A five-clawed golden dragon with the strength of a true immortal as a mount? If you think about it, traveling by riding a dragon is quite prestigious. Li Xun Huan showed hesitation. "But sincerely?" "Xiaolong sincerely submits to me. I am willing to swear by my Dao heart and offer part of my Yuanshen to you, acknowledging you as my master!" "Bao Zhen?" "Bag, bag, um" Ao Jin's eyes widened, his hands clasped together, and he only grasped the Black Wind Flag spear in front of his throat. His face was full of disbelief. He opened his mouth to say something, but golden blood came out of his mouth, drowning out the words. Only the sound of joints rubbing against each other could be heard. "You want to ask why?" After a pause, Li Xun Huan kindly explained softly, "The mount is not important, and the True Dragon Clan is not important either. The only important thing is the dead elder." Hearing this, Ao Jin opened his mouth, but could only sigh helplessly. Blood gurgled twice and his breath dropped sharply. It’s not that he didn’t want to resist, but inside, his Nascent Soul was destroyed by the Black Wind Flag; outside, his body was tied up by invisible spatial chains, unable to move. A second later, the Black Wind Flag was pulled out and the body gently fell to the side. Almost at the same time, the golden dragon fell to the ground, and on the other side, the heroic aura dissipated, and his body fell down with a bang. The sound of the two falling to the ground was almost silent, but it was deafening at this moment! (End of this chapter)