While the Dragon Painting Art quickly swallowed all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of hundreds of miles, it also consumed the souls of Li Yunsheng and Ao Ji at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye.

With the blessing of Feilai Peak, Li Yunsheng could barely maintain balance in the consumption of the power of the soul. However, as the speed of refining the Dragon Art of Painting is getting faster and faster, this balance is gradually broken, and Li Yunsheng's own soul began to be eaten bit by bit.

However, this is still within the range he can bear, but Ao Ji's situation is not very optimistic.

Although Li Yunsheng is the one who controls Ao Ji's body at this moment, the Dragon Painting Art treats the consumption of the soul equally and does not let Ao Ji who is also in it go.

Ao Ji, who had suffered two soul damage, had obviously begun to be injured in the soul that was almost plundered by the Dragon Arts.

This kind of damage to the source of the soul is basically irreparable, and if you continue to consume it like this, Ao Ji's end will be scattered.

"Don't worry about me, keep going."

As if he had guessed Li Yunsheng's thoughts, Ao Ji spoke indifferently.

"It's so satisfying! Father, have you seen it? Your son Ao Ji can finally give birth to the most perfect thunder blade!"

"No! You can definitely see that the thunder-turning blade of my dragon clan, only the thunder-turning blade of my dragon clan, can break through the barriers of ten states like the bright moon hanging above my head, and spread the brilliance of thunder throughout the ten states!"

Ao Ji shouted almost madly in his soul.

"This is why you have to use the Thunder Blade even if you don't hesitate to exterminate your soul."

Although Ao Ji's expression was a little crazy, Li Yunsheng did feel his determination.

Ao Ji was like a wanderer who was drifting in a foreign land. He knew that the deadline was approaching, so he wanted to use this thunder blade to turn into a blade to tell his old friends thousands of miles away, and told them that he was leaving, but he was not leaving in a down-and-out way, but leaving with the highest glory of the dragon clan.

"Then I'm not polite."

After Li Yunsheng said that, he abandoned all his distracting thoughts and betted all his soul. The Dragon Painting Art, which was already running rapidly, suddenly accelerated again.

"Is it a thunderous blade? It's too late!"

The huge evil ghost on the ground, condensed from the black water of the yellow spring, finally stood up straight.

She looked at the first pure white thunders that were constantly appearing in the night sky above her head and snorted coldly.

After saying that, she raised the Rakshasa spear in her hand and leaned back. The ghost energy surged from the Huangquan Formation of Hundred Ghosts suddenly condensed towards the Rakshasa spear in her hand.

In an instant, the Rakshasa spear, which was only more than 10 feet long, condensed into a giant spear that exuded a monstrous ghostly aura of more than 10 feet long.

With a "bang", the "villain" kicked the ground suddenly, and a huge wave rose behind him.

The Rakshasa spear filled with ghost energy in his hand flew out, like a black stream of light shot straight towards Ao Ji's dragon body.

At this time, the thunder blades of Ao Ji and Li Yunsheng had not yet taken shape. Although the huge spiritual energy of heaven and earth was swallowed by the dragon in one mouthful, it was still possible to refine them all.

"You keep going, leave it to me!"

Ao Ji signaled Li Yunsheng not to be distracted.

Almost at the same time when the Ghost King of the Western Prison threw out the Rakshasa spear, a milky white demon pill with layers of halo flew out from the dragon's head, forming a white curtain of light in front of Ao Ji.

Seeing that the Rakshasa spear was about to penetrate the dragon's head, it was blocked by the white light curtain.

Although Ao Ji gave up control of his body, it does not mean that he cannot use his abilities at all.

But this dragon ball is where he cultivates his life, and it can be said that the dragon is destroyed by the elixir. It is not that at such a crisis, no dragon clan is willing to use its own demon dragon ball to defend against the enemy.

However, the fierceness of the Rakshasa spear is far beyond Ao Ji's imagination. Although the light curtain condensed by his dragon ball blocked the attack, the Rakshasa spear was not directly blocked, but shot through the dragon ball's protection and nailed it to the light curtain. The cold ghost energy began to corrode the dragon ball bit by bit through the crack. Ao Ji could even see that a trace of black air was seeping into his dragon ball.

"Even the natal dragon ball is taken out. Is the son of the Dragon Emperor exhausted his skills?"

The Ghost King of the Western Prison snorted coldly on the ground.

Then another Rakshasa spear condensed into shape in her hand. With a "bang" sound, the Rakshasa spear was thrown out by the Ghost King of the Western Prison again. A black spear was inserted into the condensed protective light curtain of the dragon ball, and the halo around the dragon ball was obviously much dimmed.

Immediately afterwards, one after another of the Rakshasa spears threw out from the hands of the Ghost King of the Western Prison without any gaps. With the banging sound of the air, the halo of the dragon ball dimmed little by little.

"break!"

With the shout of the Ghost King of the Western Prison, the Rakshasa spear that flew out of her hand pierced the light curtain of the dragon ball. The halo around the dragon ball completely dimmed and fell to the ground. The dozen Rakshasa spears that were originally blocked by the light curtain suddenly looked like a horse that broke the reins. More than a dozen black streams penetrated the clouds and mist under the moonlight and pierced Ao Ji's body.

"Is it... over?"

Feeling the power of his soul dissipating little by little, Ao Ji felt regretful, because he had never seen the thunder turning into a blade.

Just as he was tired and wanted to slowly close his eyes, a dazzling light on his head woke him up.

Immediately afterwards, the chanting of dragons resounded throughout the world.

Thunder as white as the moon, torn thick clouds appeared above the North Sea, unlike the flash of lightning, the power of the thunder was more like rain lines falling from the sky. They seemed slow but actually fell down rapidly.

The rich ghost energy that was originally shrouded on the ground was instantly destroyed after encountering the power of thunder, leaving no trace.

Some of the thunder fell like rain, but most of the thunder condensed little by little, like sharp blades hanging in the sky with indescribable shapes.

There is a thunder blade that is larger than all of them. Its body is mostly covered by lightning and black clouds, but it can still be seen that it is absorbing the power of thunder around it like a vortex.

There is no doubt that this is the most beautiful Thunder Blade of the Dragon Clan in Ao Ji's mouth. Its light is whiter than the bright moon, and the holy and majestic aura emitted by his body is enough to shock all evil things in the world.

"I wish to do it."

Looking at his thunder blade that gradually appeared from the thunder clouds, Ao Ji suddenly burst into laughter.

On the contrary, the Ghost King of the Western Prison. From beginning to end, she didn't believe that Ao Ji was able to use the Thunder Blade at this moment. You must know that this is a ability that only the dragon emperors of all dynasties have.
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