"Why, after I started, I wanted to leave like this? If I just let you go, I would be too shameless. I am the King of Ten Thousand Dragons." Yi Daoxing's eyes had the intention to retreat, Long Junchen's lips slightly opened, and murderous intent appeared in his eyes. A cold voice came out of his mouth. In the next second, Long Junchen's figure trembled in place, and a terrifying wind that was extremely hot and terrifying. A cold light passed through the air, like a flowing silver light. Yi Daoxing's face suddenly changed, his pupils shrank slightly, and he felt a righteous and arrogant wind rushing straight to his face.

Behind Long Junchen, after his loud shout, a huge Pangu shadow transformed out. What shocked everyone present was that this time the Pangu shadow was more substantial than the one I had seen before, and circles of red flames were burning around his body, as if with endless murderous intent. Facing this sudden, unreasonable attack, Yi Daoxing cursed angrily, and then quickly took a step back like a conditioned reflex. The snow-white long sword straddled a blow, and his legs stoked a horse stance on the ground, and then hurriedly met Long Junchen's attack.

"Boom————————————————— Pangu axe and the snow-white long sword collided for the second time. The fierce wind burst out around the circle with the place where the two fought. A terrifying ripple of energy suddenly spread out at this moment. The stone armored warriors around Long Junchen and Yi Daoxing were affected. The stone armor broke, and several stone armored warriors were directly washed away and fell heavily to the ground. Faced with the attack of Long Junchen with the angry beasts, Yi Daoxing, who was hurrying to meet the enemy, suddenly felt a sense of depression in his chest, and his body was shaken back more than ten meters. Finally, he used the snow-white long sword to support the ground and stabilize his body. The snow-white long sword began to tremble violently in his hands. Yi Daoxing hurriedly raised his head in fear, but saw Long Junchen with red eyes standing where he had retreated before, his chest was undulating violently, as if the fire was about to burn out from his body!

"Long Junchen!" Yi Daoxing shouted Long Junchen's name angrily. He was an extremely wise swordsman, but even so, he did not notice the energy of heaven and earth secretly condensed by Long Junchen's sudden attack. This great shame was caught off guard. Moreover, today, it was the second time that he was shocked by Long Junchen. Looking at the figure holding a Pangu axe in the sky, Yi Daoxing's heart was also aroused. He was the Saint of the Sword and was repelled twice in a row by a young man. If this was spread, those old guys would not be able to laugh at him to death!

Long Junchen looked at Yi Daoxing with a burning look on his face, expressionless, and a blazing pure flame swept around his body, making him look like a fire god, stepping on the void. The fire was not red, but white, pure white, as if every ball of fire was burning with endless coldness, strange and inexplicable.

"Are you crazy?!" Seeing the flames in Long Junchen's eyes and seeing the fierce murderous intent emitted by Long Junchen's whole body, Yi Daoxing's throat rolled up and down with difficulty, and his eyes couldn't help but squint. The scream also seemed a little harsh and weak on the inside, and lacked confidence.

Long Junchen didn't say anything, his eyes were cold, which was an extremely silent look, as if the people in this hall were dead. In the next second, he suddenly opened his red lips lightly, and a violent roar burst out from his lips!

?The extremely high frequency sound waves, extremely impactful sound waves, shot out from Long Junchen's mouth. It was a dragon roar, a very real dragon roar. The dragon roar was not empty at all. It was a very intimidating blood pressure. That kind of worship was called, dragon?!!?

The dragon roar of the sky-shaking dragon, which was like the dragon of the Six Dynasties, shot into the ears of everyone without fancy, like countless needles piercing into everyone's ears so sharply and resolutely. Under the dragon's power, all living beings were equal. A dragon roar made everyone's eardrums split. Everyone stopped fighting at the same time and covered their heads. Many human strong men with low cultivation had bleeding in the seven orifices, and died suddenly in the hall, dying inexplicably and in great pain, adding countless unjust souls to the ancient ruins.

The stone armored warriors began to decompose under the dragon roar. The indestructible stone armor accompanied by the fine cracks, and cracks appeared on the solid stone armor from time to time. The indestructible stone armor also began to collapse. The eternal sheep hunting humans and other beasts began to roar uneasy. They did not miss the streaming light that kept rushing out of the ground, but rushed to the outside of the cave, as if they would be swallowed by the dragon roar one second later!

Zu Xiang and Cui Liewo were also covering their heads in pain and rolling on the ground. Zu Xiang was a little better. After all, his cultivation was there, and he could resist the sharp penetrating dragon roar. He looked at Long Junchen's red eyes and knew that this should be the beast nature in the Blood Facility Crystal. After Long Junchen was angry, he temporarily controlled Long Junchen's body. Those beasts were trapped in this Blood Facility Crystal for thousands of years. The accumulated resentment can be imagined. Once he found a way to vent, he was afraid that no one in the hall would kill the Blood Facility Crystal.

If it might be fine after a while, Long Junchen might be able to suppress it, but now Long Junchen has just swallowed the Blood Craft Stone, and the essence and blood of the beasts inside has not been completely refined by Long Junchen. So now Long Junchen mobilizes the energy in his whole body to kill Yi Daoxing, which just stimulates the essence and blood of the beasts that are restless in his body. In other words, Long Junchen is now facing the verge of losing control.

When Zu Xiang thought of this, he moaned with grief and anger: "Damn, it's so deadly. The little evil star who killed this heaven is killing people regardless of the enemy or relatives. He kills people randomly! If you keep stopping, your dear Uncle Zu Xiang may be killed by you too!!"

At this time, Long Junchen's spiritual consciousness was quiet, and he could not hear the wailings in the hall. There was no expression on his face, and his mood had not changed. He just felt that there was a fire in his body. The fire that wanted to burst was constantly accumulating, making his body hot and making him just want to destroy everything and destroy everything.

"Long Junchen!" Yi Daoxing angrily called out Long Junchen's name for the second time. The snow-white sword in his hand overlapped back and forth in front of him. With his cultivation level, he could still deal with the soul-devouring dragon roar. However, this dragon roar made the energy in his body become restless, and his meridians began to tremble, which was a bit scary feeling.
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