Wu Long was about to struggle to get up again, but was covered by a terrifying suction force. Then his body involuntarily slowly rose from the ground and floated towards Wu Jiuyin.

At the same time, Wu Long felt that the power on his body was passing through a large amount of time, turning into a bunch of breaths, spreading towards Wu Jiuyin.

What Wu Jiuyin used was the Yin-Yang Eight-Combination Infinite Marrow Cleansing Sutra that made countless people in the martial arts world scared.

This method is much more terrifying than the power of Ge Yu's ancient devil, because when the Yin-Yang Eight Combinations of Infinite Marrow Cleansing Sutra is used, it can not only squeeze the other party's cultivation, but also swallow the energy of everything, and eventually crush the bones and throw people into ashes.

Just now, the other four people from Jiuyang Flower Li Bai took action against Wu Long at the same time, and they had long been calculating.

Wu Jiuyin and Zhalupeng fought to the death and used the flying dragon's ultimate move to the sky. He was already seriously injured. In the next fight, Wu Jiuyin was basically nothing.

Now Wu Jiuyin urgently needs to repair the damaged tendons and veins and restore the injury. The best way is to send him a master to him and use his unique method to squeeze his cultivation to dry his body's cultivation.

Although Wu Long was severely injured, his cultivation was not damaged. When he felt the terrifying power of Wu Jiuyin spread to him, he tried his best to struggle to escape, but his body still couldn't help but quickly moved closer to Wu Jiuyin's direction.

Finally, Wu Jiuyin placed one of his hands directly on Wulong's Tianling cover.

The moment Wu Jiuyin's hand touched him, Wu Long suddenly felt the blood in his body boiling, and continued to gather above his head. His face turned red for a moment, and the energy in the Dantian Qi Sea was lost in a large amount of energy, and he could not control it.

After a while, Wulong's originally dark hair turned gray, wrinkles appeared on his face, and he quickly grew old.

At this time, Wu Long knew that no matter how much he said, it would be useless no matter how hard he struggled, but he soon found that he had no chance to speak. His mouth was hoarse, and he only made a strange syllable of helpless and desperate.

There were still sounds of fighting around, and people kept lying in pools of blood.

Above the head, the real dragon roared, wandering back and forth in the dark clouds, looming, accompanied by a storm.

Lying beside a big tree, Tila looked at Wu Jiuyin with her eyes lost, and said in a low voice to Wu Silu beside her, "Xiao Lu... Have you seen it? That's your biological father. When you grow up, you must be like your biological father... to be a man who stands tall..."

Wu Silu looked at Wu Jiuyin, took his mother's hand, and nodded heavily, but did not say a word.

After a while, Wu Long, who was pressed by Wu Jiuyin with his hand on the sky spirit cover, quickly became a thin skinny person. After a while, he directly turned into white bones and then completely wiped out.

Wu Jiuyin, who had swallowed Wu Long's cultivation level, took a deep breath and felt that he had abundant energy in his body again, and even his injuries were healed most of the time.

Suddenly, a black shadow fell down rapidly from mid-air and fell heavily to the ground.

As the black shadow fell, a purple light came from far and near. It could still maintain the shape of a dragon at the beginning, but in the end it turned into a purple light and penetrated into the sword soul in Wu Jiuyin's hand.

With the return of the true dragon soul, everything was settled.

After Zhalupeng fell to the ground, he fell into mud. The black robe on his body had already been tattered. I wonder if it had been killed by the real dragon.

When Zhalupeng's body fell on the ground, the originally messy situation quieted down again.

Everyone stopped the movements in their hands and looked in the direction of Zhalupeng.

Is the big devil who has been in Southeast Asia for more than a hundred years dead like this?

Mu Dahan and Wu Long's tragic deaths were acceptable to several people, but this Zhalu Peng is a person that even Wu Jiuyin's great-grandfather is afraid of. If he was killed instantly by a flying dragon in the sky, he would be a little unacceptable.

Just as everyone was stunned and didn't know what to do, suddenly, a white light flew towards Zhalupeng who was lying on the ground. It was Li Zejian's flying sword that pierced into Zhalupeng's body, and then turned back.

There was a blood light on the Divine Sword's soul-chasing soul. It was stabbed by the Divine Sword's soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul-chasing soul

Li Zejian's temptation, and Zhalupeng did not respond at all. It seemed that he was dead.

Monk Hua and Wu Jiuyin looked at each other, and there were deep doubts in their eyes.

"I'll go and see, you back." Monk Hua said, dragging the purple gold bowl in his hand, approaching towards Zhalupeng with all his steps, and carefully confirming his life and death. If this person does not die, they will suffer endlessly.

Soon, Monk Hua carefully approached the ten steps of Zhalupeng and was about to walk towards him. Suddenly, Monk Hua saw that Zhalupeng's body trembled slightly. Monk Hua's heart trembled and stopped immediately. A golden Buddha light suddenly burst out from the purple gold bowl held in his hand.

Then, Chalupeng moved again and slowly raised his head. The wrinkled old face was covered with blood. At this time, his expression was ferocious and terrifying, and his face was full of resentment.

"Wu Jiuyin, you all asked for this!" Zhalupeng suddenly said viciously, and he passed it to everyone's ears.

"The Great Lord is not dead, the Great Lord is still alive!" The people of Hei Shui Shengling were immediately excited and excited.

Next, Zhalupeng slowly climbed up from the ground, and a blood-red mist began to spread all over his body, becoming thicker and thicker. Suddenly, Monk Hua felt a great terror from the ancient prehistoric world, which made his hair stand up all over his body.

"Everyone comes to my side, hurry up!" As Monk Hua spoke, she suddenly threw the purple gold bowl in her hand away.

The purple gold bowl buzzed and flew into the air again, becoming extremely huge and quickly rotated. Countless Buddha characters, large and small, began to flash around the purple gold bowl.
Chapter completed!