Dragon Prince Yuan

On the shattered White Jade Square, Zhou Yuan kneeled on one knee, pale face, around his body, the source of breath is extremely depressing, the soul light of the eyebrows is also as dark as it is about to extinguish.

He turned his eyes slightly and looked indifferently at the body of the skull detached behind him.

Buzz!

Suddenly, that brilliant headless body vibrated slightly, and the next moment, there was a light coming from the broken neck, and in the light, there was a dragon chanting back.

In secluded space, a illusory dragon appears in the light.

The dragon shadow, ancient and noble, was as if it were a symbol of the gift of heaven and earth.

Zhou Yuan looked at the scene, and his mind was trembling. On top of it, he sensed a familiar and almost carving atmosphere...

“The Qi of the Holy Dragon...”

Zhou Yuan's voice was all a little more trembling. Back then Wu Wang pulled out all the luck of Saint Dragon in his body and poured it into Dawu's python...

And it never occurred to him that, more than a decade later, he would be able to feel the air of his dragon again.

Shh!

In the Qi Dynasty of Zhouyuan, Tongtian Xuan Python also rioted at this time, as if there was a hissing sound, in which there was an unspeakable desire.

Buzz!

The air of the illusory dragon shadow swept down the half-empty disk.

However, the Qi of the Sacred Dragon did not rush toward the circumference, but toward the broken head of Wuhuang.

“Wuhuang, I knew you weren't that easy to die!” The cold light in Zhou Yuan's eyes burst out with no hesitation, his body had just recovered some of its energy, and an unreserved whistle came out, blasting hard at that brilliant head.

At this time, on the ground, that brilliant head, suddenly opened his eyes, and in his eyebrows, a light emerged, revealing a shadow in secret.

Hercules is a brilliant spirit.

Zhou Yuan chopped off his brilliant flesh, but his soul was still hidden in his brow.

In and outside the Holy Land, many sights saw this scene, all of them surprised.

“Hasn't that brilliant spirit ever dissipated with the flesh? ”

“It seems that he has a treasure to protect his soul so that it can be hidden in his head. ”

“But without flesh, God's soul is useless, unless God steps into reality, but obviously this brilliant soul has not yet reached that point! ”

“As long as the circumference smashes its head, the spirit naturally has nowhere to hide and can easily be smashed. ”

“ …… ”

“Shh!”

The power of the soul of the brilliant eyebrow spirits dissipated, but the head took off in the air, avoiding the source gas bombardment of Zhouyuan, then one mouth, to suck the air of the dragon away again.

“Tianyuan pen! ”

Zhou Yuan's eyes were cold, his palms pulled out a Tian Yuan pen from the waist, a slight shock, the Tian Yuan pen swelled, the snow and white fur suddenly stretched, turned into snow and white, lightning stabbed against the brilliant head.

That Wuhuang was going to suck back the Qi of Saint Dragon, but at this point he had to interrupt, provoke his head to fly away from the snow and white hair.

“Zhou Yuan, this time I am a ditch tumbler, but if you want to kill me, it's not that easy!” The brilliant head took off, his mouth closed, and there was a sound coming out of the forest.

Zhou Yuan glanced slightly and suddenly grabbed his hand.

Whoa!

Only in the void, suddenly there was an invisible burst of hairs from the naked eye. Finally, it was directly surrounded by the brilliant head. The next moment, the burst came down and the hole penetrated the brilliant head.

Boom!

The brilliant head just exploded on the spot.

His head broke and Zhou Yuan's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, because he saw a phantom spirit about the size of Moba's palm rise in the mist.

The soul, nature is brilliant.

But at this time, besides that brilliant illusory soul, it is wrapped with a layer of star-like star coat, it is the protection of that star coat that makes it brilliant. This is only the soul in the middle of the idyllic realm, but it is able to leave the body.

“Is it the soul armor?! ”

Zhou Yuan's pupils shrunk, the star-like star coat is a soul armor, able to protect the soul, but wants to repair the soul armor, even if the general soul steps into the real world, it cannot succeed.

Obviously, behind Wuhuang, there are high people to help.

“Zhou Yuan, I told you, you can't kill me!” The Spirit of Wuhuang looks cold.

“Hmm, you want this dragon back? Forget it, it's been in my body for over a decade, and I have more control over it than you do, so long as I take it back, there will be a natural opportunity to reclaim today's scene! ”

Wuhuang's voice fell, his hands were stamped directly, and then all he could see was the emptiness of the dragon, which shook up and finally shouted at the spirit of Wuhuang.

Zhou Yuan's eyes were cold. Today, it was difficult to find the opportunity to slaughter Wuhuang flesh, which led to the Qi of the Holy Dragon. If Wuhuang were to be taken back, he would like to have such an opportunity again. I don't know when.

And losing the temper of the Dragon, even if it fails today to completely kill Wuhuang, will create an unspeakable tremendous creation for him.

Therefore, the Zhou Yuan must not let him succeed.

Zhou Yuan took a deep breath, and the celestial pen trembled in his hand. Snow and white hair floated beneath his feet, lifting his burden and blasting it at the air of the dragon.

“Zhou Yuan, stop dreaming, you can't take away the Qi of the Dragon!” Wuhuang's soul laughed.

Zhou Yuan's eyes swept through a cold light: “Really? ”

He lifted his right palm slowly, and between his palms, there was a bloody red creeping slowly, releasing resentment.

“Dragon poisoning, unjust debt to the Lord, this Qi of the Holy Dragon, don't you want to take it back?!” The Weekly Bass.

This dragon poison, its own spirituality, has been detected by Zhou Yuan since the appearance of the previous Qi of the Holy Dragon.

Ho!

And just when the voice of the Zhou Yuan fell, that bloody red vibrated suddenly. Finally, it penetrated directly into the palm of the Zhou Yuan, and the blood red air gushed out. Before the palm of the Zhou Yuan, it became a bloody red faucet...

The faucet growled and the faucet suddenly sucked.

Under this suction, the brilliance suddenly disappeared, because he saw that the Qi of the Saint Dragon, which had flowed towards him, had flowed towards Zhou Yuan at an alarming rate.

“Shit! ”

Wuhuang roared and rushed to his full strength, madly absorbing the breath of the Dragon and trying to retract it constantly.

So, halfway through the sky, the Qi of the Sacred Dragon continued to divide and swoop towards both sides.

But obviously, that dragon poisoned dragon's mouth sucks faster!

In less than a dozen breaths, the dragon shadow of the Qi of the Dragon dissipates, and nearly two thirds of the Qi of the Dragon is consumed by the poison of the dragon.

And Wuhuang took it back, only a third.

“Ahhh! ”

This time, Wuhuang was completely angry and his eyes were red. Even before his body was cut off, he had not been so faint, because he knew very well the role of the Qi of Saint Dragon.

Sooner or later, he will rise again in the East Mountains, as long as he possesses the Qi of the Dragon!

Today, the Qi of the Dragon is largely regained by the Zhou Yuan, which will have a huge impact not only on him, but also on the national transportation of the Great Wu Dynasty.

However, no matter how angry he was, he was helpless, at a time when he had only a divine soul, and it was no longer easy to escape from the Zhou Yuan, let alone what he wanted to do with the Zhou Yuan.

The brilliant starlight erupted from the brilliant body, directly caught in the starlight, and finally came out, like a hole through the void and disappeared.

“Zhou Yuan, I won't let you go! ”

And as the spirit of Wuhuang disappeared, his mad roar was still echoing.

……

Outside the Holy Land.

Zhao's face was gloomy and he took out a star tray from his arms. The starlight in the tray blew out, and the starlight gathered in front of him, as if a space channel had been formed.

Whoops!

A starlight came out of the tunnel and eventually fell into the astrolabe, only to see the brilliant spirit, but also into it.

Obviously, the man who saved Wuhuang's soul was Zhao Pan.

“Hey, didn't you think you'd bring out the" Star Soul Disk "of the Holy Palace?” Not far away, Mu Wuxi grinned.

Zhao Pan was colorful, ignoring it, he just glanced cold at the brilliant spirit in the astrolabe and scolded in his heart: “What a waste. If the palace master didn't value you, he would be too lazy...”

However, despite his angry and brilliant incompetence in his heart, he carefully put away the star soul tray and let the brilliant soul nourish in it.

After all, when he left the temple, the palace lord personally told him that even if there was only a little spirit left in the glory, he would take it back to the temple.

Originally Zhao Pan thought this should not be the case. Turns out, this guy was actually chopped to death, only the spirit left to escape...

Zhao Pan raised his head and looked at the figure of the inner circumference of the mirror, his eyes could not bear to pass a wiper.

“This kid... can't believe he did this...”

But he also knew that under Mu Wuxi's eyes, he couldn't do anything about the Zhou Yuan.

This time, the Week will undoubtedly be the biggest winner of the Holy Land.