A strange color flashed in Fairy Tianchu's eyes, saying: "The blood of the divine dragon of this Qingtian Holy Dragon has been fully stimulated and will soon turn into a real dragon, which should be the effect of the dragon transformation grass."

"Your Highness of the Heavenly Girl said that Zhang Ruochen got a dragon-transforming grass on True Dragon Island." The idiot said in surprise.

Fairy Tianchu nodded and said, "It should be so, otherwise, as an ancient relic, the Qingtian Holy Dragon is unlikely to be willing to surrender to Zhang Ruochen."

The Dragon Clan has always been very arrogant. Not to mention the ancient remnants, even ordinary Dragon Clans are often unruly and it is extremely difficult to tame.

"roar."

The sacred dragon of the blue sky roared and rushed straight towards Prince Moro.

This was the first thing Zhang Ruochen told him to do, and he could feel Zhang Ruochen's intention to kill Prince Moro, and he would never make any mistakes.

"Damn it."

Prince Moro was both angry and anxious.

Seeing the Qingtian Holy Dragon pounced on him, Prince Moro had no choice but to take out a magic sword at the level of the king's war weapon to resist.

"Bang."

The dragon claws of the Qingtian Holy Dragon collided with the magic knife, and the terrifying force impact caused a large-scale water area to sink directly.

With this as the center, waves of thousands of feet high rose were raised and slapped in all directions.

"Retreat quickly."

Many monks standing on the water watching the battle immediately retreated rapidly.

If this level of collision is affected, even the Nine-Step Holy King may not be able to withstand it.

Fairy Tianchu did not move, and the golden mist under her feet shook, releasing strange power, instantly eliminating the waves that were slapped intovisibility.

In the area covered by white mist, Luo Yi's brows frowned deeply, and Zhang Ruochen released the Qingtian Holy Dragon, which was also beyond her expectations.

There is no doubt that Prince Moro is in big trouble, and if he is not good, he will die in Luoshui.

"Who are you going to provoke Zhang Ruochen." Luo Qi was secretly angry.

No matter what, Prince Moro is a top-notch master under the great saint of the Rakshasa clan. If he dies here, it will undoubtedly be a huge loss for the Rakshasa clan.

In particular, Prince Moro had just made great contributions and was killed at this time, which would also damage the majesty of the Rakshasa clan.

Unfortunately, Luo Yi couldn't intervene. Even though she had many means and was resourceful, she was no match for the Qingtian Holy Dragon.

On the other hand, Zhang Ruochen had already fought fiercely with the Nether Demon and the Nether Buddha, fighting against two, and was not at all inferior, and even seemed at ease.

A variety of exquisite spatial means are constantly being used by Zhang Ruochen, so that the Nether Demon and the Nether Buddha have no chance to get close to each other.

Suddenly, the dark demon's eyebrows glowed, and a black-brown stove flew out from it, emitting an extremely ancient and evil aura.

The Nether Demon and the Nether Buddha took action together and injected their own cursive power into the furnace without reservation.

Suddenly, a strange blood light burst out from the surface of the furnace body, and a strange wave appeared, like a special living body reviving.

For a moment, the sky in the entire Luoshui dimmed, and lightning and thunder were roaring, as if the doomsday was coming.

Zhang Ruochen looked at the furnace body and whispered: "What an evil breath is very similar to the Minggu curse summoned by the Son of Darkness."

In comparison, the evil aura emitted by this ancient furnace is much scarier than the ancient curse summoned by the Dark Son.

"Zhang Ruochen, let you see what is the real ancient curse of the Ming Dynasty." The demon sneered.

"Bang."

The dark-brown ancient furnace is opened, and it is extremely deep inside, as if it contains a world.

A vast divine power was released, suppressing the space within a radius of thousands of miles.

Immediately afterwards, countless cursed runes flew out of the ancient furnace, quickly merged into the air, turned into invisible, and spread in all directions at an astonishing speed.

Wherever the power of curses passes, everything turns into dead gray, emitting strange and ominous aura.

"No, it's the ancient Netherworld Curse Furnace. The demon and the Buddha of the Netherworld actually brought this evil weapon left over from the ancient Netherworld era to the Kunlun Realm. Once, a great saint of the Netherworld tribe activated the ancient Netherworld to wipe out all the creatures in a big world, and their vitality was extinguished. This evil weapon was too terrible, so escape quickly."

Some monk recognized the ancient furnace and couldn't help but express a horrified expression.

Hearing this, no one dared to hesitate. They all fled to the depths of Luoshui regardless of everything.

There are countless folding spaces in the Luo River. Only by escaping in can you avoid being eroded by the Nether Gu curse.

Luo Yi's face also changed drastically, and he cursed inwardly: "The two madmen, the Nether Demon and the Nether Buddha, even dare to touch the Nether Ancient Curse Furnace. Are you not afraid of encountering a sudden disaster?"

Like others, Luo Yi did not hesitate and used space methods to escape into the depths of Luoshui as quickly as possible. Even she had to avoid it.
Chapter completed!