The lucky golden dragon, born with the day of Mao?

In the realm of light.

At this moment, everyone in front of the Palace of Light was shocked.

"I, Yan Chuan is really against the will of heaven? That is the Taoist Lord Maori, that is the Taoist Lord Maori!" The righteous Eastern Sect exclaimed.

Not only the oriental ones, Meng Rongrong also covered her mouth at this moment, afraid that she would scream.

The previous scene, the scene of tearing Taoist Lord, was too hot and too fierce. It was the strongest group of people in the world. The violent tearing seemed to be like everyone's blood boiling.

I don't believe it, I can't believe it! But it happened in front of me.

The powerful tear showed Yan Chuan's male domineering to the fullest. Meng Rongrong's breathing became very rapid when she saw this scene.

After taking a few deep breaths to calm down the turmoil in my heart, Meng Rongrong looked at Yan Chuan again, and the complexity in her eyes had changed.

The other three people who entered together were also extremely shocked, only Meng Lingtian, whose eyes narrowed slightly at this moment.

"The legend seems to be true. Someone did it, but someone actually did it!" Meng Lingtian said to himself-

Tianshu Square!

"Un~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

The lucky golden dragon possessed by Yan Chuan raised his head and roared, dancing all over his body, showing his vast and domineering aura.

In Tianshu Square, the previous shock gradually recovered.

Meng Ziqiu and others were beating wildly.

"Mao Ri Daojun? He tore Mao Ri Daojun!"

"Qi Realm, I have torn up the Shangxu Realm? Am I crazy, or is this world crazy?"

"I'm crazy!"

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The voice of discussion began to sound, and everyone from all directions was excited, and the sound of madness was heard.

Since the Tianshu Conference was held, it has become too much known to everyone. In today's battle, the name of Yan Chuan will surely resound throughout the East and even throughout the world.

What a shocking scene!

In the last session, the Blood Demon was born and fought hard in all directions!

This session is simply indescribable. Since the Emperor, it has been challenging the nerves of the cultivators.

"hold head high!"

The dragon roar ended, and the lucky golden dragon suddenly waved its body, twisted its body, and suddenly swooped down.

Around the golden dragon, whirlwinds were rippling, and the dragon head was suddenly appearing among the five figures.

The Holy Son of Gu Yue, Chang San, King of Qin, King of Chess, and King of Books!

"Hu!" The strong wind blew, and the dragon head stopped in front of the Holy Son of Gu Yue.

The Holy Son of Gu Yue covered his chest, blood was overflowing with the corners of his mouth, and his eyelids pounded wildly.

Today's scene has had a huge blow to the Holy Son of Gu Yue, so great that the Holy Son of Gu Yue could hardly accept this sudden fact.

My father, who was so arrogant and invincible in the past, was actually torn to death by Yan Chuan, an ant. Although it was just a merit and Dharma appearance, it was still possessed by his father after all. He was torn to death by being a sentient being? It was torn to death!

This scene completely overturned the cognition of the Holy Son of Gu Yue. It was too terrifying and impossible!

The dragon head instantly appeared in front of the Holy Son of Gu Yue, and a fierce and violent aura turned to Gu Yue.

"tread!"

Gu Yue took a step back unconsciously. Although it was just a subconscious step, it exposed the inner fear of the Holy Son of Gu Yue. An instinctive fear. Unlike the last time the Jade Emperor Sword Formation retreated, the retreat was not as strong as that time, but he did not admit defeat in his heart. His strong will was still there, but at this moment, his will was retreated by Yan Chuan. He was surrendering in his heart.

If Yan Chuan does not die, he will always become the inner demon of the Holy Son of Gu Yue, so that his cultivation will be difficult to improve again.

The Holy Son of Gu Yue instantly found that he had lost his composure, and immediately calmed down and said in a deep voice: "What do you want to do?"

The dragon head stared at Gu Yue, gradually narrowed his eyes and said, "Don't worry, I won't kill you!"

A Qi Realm told him that he would not kill him? He pleaded with him. The Holy Son of Gu Yue suddenly felt ashamed and angry, but he still held back and said nothing.

"Go back and tell Daojun Maori, don't mess with me, he can't afford to mess with me!" Yan Chuan said coldly.

He can't afford to offend him?

The Holy Son of Gu Yue had not spoken yet, and the countless cultivators around him were stunned again. What did Yan Chuan say? Daojun Maori can’t afford to offend you? Are you crazy?

What you are born with is merit and Dharma appearance. How powerful is the original strength of the Taoist Lord of Mao Ri? Moreover, are you always shrunk into the lucky golden dragon?

"Haha, hahahaha!" The Holy Son of Gu Yue suddenly burst into laughter.

The golden dragon narrowed his eyes.

"Just, Yan Chuan, my father can't afford to offend you? A big joke, I tell you, you ruined my father's merits and Dharma images in public today. You wait, and next, my father will tear you apart. My father said that you will never be reborn forever, and that you will never be reborn forever. Wait for death, wait for death!" The Holy Son of Gu Yue shouted immediately.

"hold head high!"

The golden dragon suddenly roared another dragon roar, and the huge sound wave made the crazy Holy Son of Gu Yue suddenly feel a sudden sound and stop talking.

"You have to make a tantrum, go back and make a tantrum, and bring my words to you. If you have so many words, I will annoy me, and I will tear you up now!" said Jinlong, the lucky dragon.

The Holy Son of Gu Yue suddenly turned dark! When had he been threatened like this? A threat from Qi Realm forced himself to not even dare to fart.

A great humiliation! But at this moment, I can only endure it!

The lucky golden dragon stared at Gu Yue and stared fiercely.

At this moment, a sudden explosion in the void sounded like thunder coming to the world, and it resounded through the entire Julu City.

"You, I can't afford to offend me?"

Angry voice, with a terrifying power, came from the north. Every word seemed to be louder. Obviously, the speaker was coming at an astonishing speed.

At that terrifying speed, when the last word "典" sounded, the sky burst into huge air explosions!

"Boom!"

Under the huge roar, a powerful aura was pressing down, oppressing the entire Julu City.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, almost everyone in Julu City felt a great threat, and a wave of power was coming.

The powerful oppression seemed to be pressing countless cultivators who could not stand up, and could only hunch over and wanted to resist, but this momentum was too huge and too violent!

Tianshu Plaza is the first to be affected.

"Crack, Crack!"

A large number of cultivators immediately bent their legs and knelt down. Under this great power, they were forcibly pressed down and kneeled down.

Many cultivators show humiliation, but more of them are deeply afraid. This power is too fierce. It is so fierce that even the heart cannot have the idea of ​​resistance.

The huge oppression is directly against the lucky golden dragon.

“Buzz!”

The golden dragon of luck trembled violently, as if it was about to be dispersed by this momentum.

"hold head high!"

The golden dragon roared and burst out with thousands of golden lights, which barely blocked this momentum!

A figure of Taoist robe floated on the Tianshu Square. The powerful aura emanated from him.

Just the momentum makes the fortune Golden Dragon in a difficult situation.

Floating in the air, wearing a golden Taoist robe, a Taoist bun soaring into the sky, with a very handsome face, a sun-shaped mark on the eyebrows, and a cold eyes, looking coldly at the luck golden dragon below.

One person floated in the air, as if all the people in the world were at their feet.

The great oppression is the whole city of Julu City!

"Father, father, you are here so soon?" The Holy Son of Gu Yue shouted excitedly.

Father?

On the square, the cultivators who were not kneeling down by the momentum all changed their faces.

There is only one father of the Holy Son of Gu Yue, Daojun of Maori!

There is no golden light everywhere, only the momentum is emitted. This is not the appearance of merit and Dharma. This is the essence of Taoist Lord Mao Ri. Is the essence there?

So fast?

Meng Ziqiu and others' expressions changed. Even Daojun could not have arrived so quickly. There is only one possibility. Daojun, Maori, was not far from here?

The Taoist Lord Mao Ri has arrived! In that huge momentum, there is a great anger.

The merits and Dharma images are torn apart, which is not only a little weakening of power, but more of a provocation of majesty, no, it is trampling!
To be continued...