On the Panlong River.

Seven figures of various colors, with respectful faces, stood according to the square formation of the Big Dipper.

The energy gathered in the young man standing at the head.

The young man looked about twenty-nine, wearing hunting robes and wearing a crown.

There was a magic sword with crystal blue light floating around him.

At first glance, it looks like an immortal has descended into the world.

Extraordinary look.

It's a pity that at this moment...

The handsome face is gloomy and ugly, as if the treasure in his heart has been hurt, and he hates it!

"Hateful, hateful!"

"My blood-threaded dragon... I will kill this person!"

Staring at the swaying river and listening to the mournful dragon's roar, Yang Zian gritted his teeth and drank, feeling his heart bleed.

In order to capture the blood thread dragon, he not only spent a lot of favors and treasures in exchange for the exclusive qualification, but he was also always cautious, fearing that it would damage the origin of the blood thread dragon...

But now!

The great formation was destroyed and all the efforts were in vain!

The bloodline dragon was also injured!

With all this going on, he wished he could catch the person who destroyed the formation and smash his bones into ashes, so that he could relieve his hatred!

"Let the disciples surround and advance!"

Yang Zian opened his mouth and gave orders.

He planned to capture this person alive, use his soul as a wick, and burn it for hundreds of years, never to be reincarnated again!

suddenly.

A high-pitched dragon roar shook the nine heavens.

Watching a figure control the blood-threaded dragon and emerge from the water!

Such a magical scene caused an uproar in Panlongjiang.

When the monks saw clearly that the figure driving the dragon was wearing half a mask, they exclaimed in surprise!

"That's... the masked Taoist!"

"He subdued the Blood Thread Dragon? Made him a mount?!"

"Haha... Sure enough, I guessed it right... The Yuanwu Kingdom is so big, only the masked Taoist dares to treat Tianxing Sect as if it is nothing!"

"It's actually a fake elixir cultivation level...the previous initial foundation building cultivation level was just a disguise!"

"Who is this person? He dares to provoke Tianxing Sect and Shenbing Sect continuously. Isn't he afraid of death?

"Not long ago, the masked Taoist killed the Tianxing Sect in the late stage of foundation building. This time it is a new grudge and an old grudge!"

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Many people have been looking for the masked Taoist.

There has been no news, making many people think that the other party was forced to leave Yuanwu Kingdom due to pressure from the Tianxing Sect's death order.

This reappearance shocked countless people.

I know that regardless of whether the masked Taoist can survive today, his name will be spread throughout the Yuanwu Kingdom, as well as the Yue Kingdom in the south and the Tiandao Alliance countries in the north...

"You...bastard, get out of here!"

Yang Zian's eyes were about to burst, and he stared as if there was real fire burning in his eyes.

He wanted to capture the surrendered Blood Thread Dragon, but now he became the mount of this masked ant!

Yang Zian roared, murderous intent overflowing.

Li Feiyu sat on the Bloodline Dragon, glanced at him, and sneered: "The fate of heaven and earth is such that the virtuous will live there. If you have no virtue, you are destined to be unable to control the dragon!"

"presumptuous!"

Yang Zian stared at him with endless killing intent: "How dare you talk so shamelessly to me, just a fake pill ant?!"

"What is a big statement?"

"Does killing you count?"

Li Feiyu sneered.

The words fell, but there were waves again!

The surrounding immortal cultivators were all dumbfounded, looking at Li Feiyu as if they had seen a ghost. They seemed not to have thought of the masked Taoist...

So outrageous!

The Tianxing Sect disciples all changed their expressions and looked at each other angrily.

Li Feiyu opened his mouth to kill Yang Zian, but he was too arrogant. He was trampling on the majesty of their Tianxing Sect!

"You are looking for death!!!"

Yang Zian roared, and the long sword that was swimming around him suddenly collapsed and turned into pieces of ice crystal fragments, covering the sky and the earth.

Raise your hand and point at the same time!

Clouds and mist suddenly surrounded me.

Spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Thinking of Yang Zian's self-created top-level defensive formation, the Bafang Yunze Formation, Li Feiyu narrowed his eyes slightly and did not take it lightly because it was just a defensive formation...

Sometimes, a defensive formation can also be an offensive formation!

The dragon roars to the sky!

In an instant, the bloodline dragon scraped out countless water blades, blocking the ice crystal fragments.

This top-level magical weapon was completely scrapped.

"twist!"

at this time!

Yang Zian shouted lowly.

The clouds and mist rose into the sky, transforming into white threads in the blink of an eye, intertwined and intertwined like a big net, rushing towards Li Feiyu and the Blood Thread Jiao!

He wants to catch them all!

"This is Yang Zian's famous magical power - Yunwu Silk!"

"It is said that once it is stained, it will continue to tear and cannot be cut open. The more the thread breaks, the more it will become like hemp!"

Just when everyone thought Yang Zian was going to succeed!

Countless cyan small rulers burst out crazily in Li Feiyu's hands, giving birth to two, two to three, and three to countless...

Lu Tianmeng's Heavenly Ruler Talisman was pouring out its power crazily at this moment!

Shadows fill the sky, cutting through the strangling threads of clouds and mist!

"Tao Bao!"

Someone recognized it instantly!

It seems that he did not expect that the masked Taoist would be so straightforward and directly activate a talisman.

"What is a talisman?"

"I'll show you what the real magic weapon is!"

Yang Zian gave a low drink and his long hair danced wildly.

He slapped the back of his head suddenly, and when he opened his mouth, a flash of white light flew out of his mouth, rising in the wind...

In an instant, a flag emitting crystal white light and carrying the ancient text of water and cloud hovered above his head!

Swish, brush, brush!

In the blink of an eye, the flag split into a dozen pieces, floating in special directions.

Formation flag!

At this moment, everyone could see clearly.

Yang Zian actually refined a formation flag into his own magic weapon!

Feeling the true power of the magic weapon coming out in an instant, Li Feiyu's face under the mask became solemn!

He controls the measuring rulers all over the sky and fights with the threads of clouds and mist.

He patted the blood-threaded dragon sitting down with one hand.
To be continued...