Supreme Medicinal God

Seeing that Ye Feng actually burned Wu crack with a strange flame, half of the ten demon lords who came this time were defeated in Ye Feng's hands, and the seven generals looked ugly.

A middle-aged Mozu looked slightly cold and came over: "The arrogant human, let me meet you."

Seeing the middle-aged Mo Yi clan challenge Ye Feng, the seven generals smiled more on the face, and nodded slightly to him, showing a bit more respect in their expressions.

In Ye Feng's eyes, this middle-aged Demon can be respected by the Seven Generals, and it seems that he is not an ordinary person.

The middle-aged man of Mozu walked in front of Ye Feng. A powerful demon came out of the body and was also an eight-level deity. However, he exuded that Demon brought a kind of coercion to Ye Feng's heart.

This demon has a strong personality. Although it is also a deity, many people look respectful when they see him. It seems that this person must be a disciple of a demon family.

Ye Feng said quietly: "Which one are you? The deity does not kill the nameless demon."

The middle-aged Mozu people disdain: "Shameless humans, the deity told you the name, do you know?"

"Wei Long? Which big family's disciple?

Nangong Sheep came over: "He is a member of the Wei family, a family of demons, and their family is rumored to have inherited the blood of the true dragon. You have to be careful."

"True Dragon Blood?"

"A real dragon, one of the ancient beasts."

"Another Demon Cultivator who repairs Yaodan?"

"I'm afraid he didn't repair the demon pill, but the blood of the real dragon."

Ye Feng felt that the other party was releasing a powerful magic element. He held the thunder sword in his hand, his face was expressionless, but his heart was shocked.

Not all of these Mowu sects are sensationalists. Many people also have real talents. This Weilong feels very different to him.

The magic element exudes, with a strong pressure, it is said that it is the soul-suppression technique that comes with the blood of the real dragon.

Ye Feng felt that there was a big mountain gradually depressing, so that he was out of breath, and even mobilizing the flying sword was particularly difficult. This is really strange.

Another powerful enemy, Ye Feng quickly swallowed a black grass, which is a kind of fairy grass from the longevity world, which can supplement the powerful aura and has the most effective effect on the fire attribute.

After defeating five Demon Venerables in a row, killing four, and injuring one, Ye Feng Moyuan is still abundant, but the Lieyang Zihuo in the Lieyang Divine Ring behind the deity is heavily consumed.

And this golden black grass can supplement Lieyang Zihuo.

He quickly moved the whole body of the magic element, and the blazing sun ring after the baby boy once again radiated a purple light.

With the help of Lieyang Zihuo, he completely dispelled the pressure brought by the blood of the true dragon.

He was secretly surprised, hurriedly running the Taiyuan Divine Yuan, a faint purple light radiated from the whole body, and the Shenlong Shuo had a glory.

Wei Long looked gloomy and gently extended his right hand in front of Ye Feng. His right fingernail exuded black light, his fingers were thin and long, and there was a dragon head tattoo on the back of his hand.

The black light from his right hand became brighter and brighter, and the dragon head tattoo in the black light seemed to be alive, with purple dragon eyes violently and a frantic dragon breath coming out through the body.

Wei Long's right hand turned into a huge cyan faucet. Tengyun drove the fog, flew up into the air, opened the big mouth of the blood basin, and made a deafening roar.

The Shenlong Shuo contains powerful ancient gods, revealing a golden light, stab at the dragon head.

The lively faucet seemed to know the power of Shenlong Shuo. He spewed black gas from his mouth and turned into countless black silks, entwining Shenlong Shuo one after another.

Ye Feng felt that the black silk contained great power, unusual flexibility, and the Shenlong Shuo was so sharp that he couldn't break free from it.

The sharp fangs of Longkou slammed into Ye Feng's wrist, as fast as lightning. Ye Feng was trying to free the Shenlong Shuo from the black gas, and the dragon head would suddenly bite at herself without guard.

Wei Long showed a triumphant look, and this tactic of success was successful.

Ka Xia, in the dark flashing dragon's mouth, the sharp teeth did not bite Ye Feng,

Wei Long's proud face suddenly became cold.

Suddenly, a dazzling fire flashed on the Shenlong Shuo, and a burning purple flame rose.

The wisps of black silk resembled the sun and snow, and the smoke disappeared, and the unburned ones seemed to be afraid of the purple fire, and they all retracted into Longkou.

The dragon head of Wei Long's right-hand incarnation felt the power of Lieyang Zihuo, and quickly flew to the sky to avoid being injured by Shenlong Shuo.

Wei Long's face was angry, and the faucet in his right hand was also angry.

Unexpectedly, Ye Feng's blazing sun purple fire was so powerful, and a huge flame was also sprayed from the huge dragon's mouth, burning towards the Shenlong shuttle.

It was a black flame, which was similar to Ye Feng's blazing sun and purple fire. The surrounding temperature suddenly rose linearly, and the Shenlong shuttle quickly shuttled back from the black flame.

Ye Feng felt that there were more scorched marks on the Shenlong Shuo, and the color was a bit dim. It can be seen that the black flame sprayed by Weilong was also very powerful. However, under the repair of the strong purple fire, the color of the Shenlong Shuo quickly recovered. Normal.

"Shenlong Shuo is worthy of being an artifact. It is capable of escaping under the fire of my true dragon."

The blazing purple fire on the Shenlong shuttle quickly extinguished. Ye Feng was just to grab the dragon dragon shuttle from the dragon's mouth and urged the blazing purple fire. His blazing purple fire was very powerful, but it was very lossy. After serving the golden blackgrass, I saved a fire attribute and recharged most of it.

Ye Feng clenched his fist, the Emperor of Thailand made four strikes on the first eighteenth-level surge, and slammed toward the faucet that rushed over. The golden ripples formed by the ancient gods, containing infinite power, The faucet kept roaring and rising in the air, but it couldn't rush down.

Ye Feng sneered: "The blood of the true dragon is nothing more than that."

The purple faucet looked very angry. The black light in the air was getting brighter and brighter, with a mad dragon breath, like a tornado storm, and rushed down.

Ye Feng continued to attack the divine personality with the Dayan God's tactics, and also exhibited the mysterious wars of the ancient gods. The whole body of the gods suddenly increased hundreds of times.

He felt that the ancient gods in his meridians almost burst the meridians all over his body.

He clenched his fists in two hands, and the Thai emperor made four blows to the second type of Tao Tao, and hit him out.

He has entered the imaginary power, and has performed the mysterious war of the ancient gods. The power of the four strikes of the Thai emperor exceeds the power of the real dragon blood.

The archaic divine element was like a stormy sea, hitting with the roaring dragon head, not only blocking the dragon head, but also knocking it back, and the sky and light gradually dispersed.