Dragon blood bodyguard of the beauty president

Chapter 1559
Long Fei stood in a void with Lin Yingying in his arms. The inside of the Yandi Cauldron was peaceful, and the flames outside had no effect.

This alchemy furnace has a special fire control room, as long as Long Fei is not willing, these Jiaolong real fires cannot enter the fire control room.

"It scared me to death, it was so dangerous just now!"

Lin Yingying patted her chest in fright, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Can I go out now?"

Long Fei stretched out his spiritual sense and felt it. After the two of them entered inside, the flood dragons surrounding them had completely dispersed.

Long Fei analyzed, "This formation is dead, like a computer program, only when it senses danger, it will trigger the formation's resistance. The greater the danger, the stronger the resistance. They will kill All living things, but they seem to have no defense against magic weapons!"

Lin Yingying asked, "What do you want to do?"

Long Fei said, "Don't go out while you're inside. I'll find a way to tear apart the formation and throw you into the Dragon Palace. After you come out, immediately refine the Zhenfu Stone, maybe there is still a chance."

"Then be careful!"

Lin Yingying nodded, she wanted to cut Hunyuan Jindou and Jinjiao to Long Fei.

Long Fei didn't want it, he went out first, locked on Chu Feng with his spiritual consciousness, and had a thought to reconcile with him.

This buddy swung the Overlord Spear, and he was jealous of the golden dragon.

His whole body was like black charcoal, and the essence of his skin and flesh was almost evaporated by the flames of the flood dragon.

Long Fei hurriedly stirred up space bubbles one by one, covering him and Chu Feng from all directions.

The bubbles are connected, covering Long Fei and Chu Feng in four directions.

The flames of the real dragon whirred, but they were isolated by the law of space, which was useless at all.

The mental power in Long Fei's mind was exhausted, he hurriedly took out the Xingyue fruit and ate one, and gave one to Chu Feng.

Chu Feng swallowed it in one gulp, and his whole body was burnt like coke by the golden dragon. He was still alive and kicking, exposing two rows of big white eyes, and shouted at Long Fei, "Let go of this thing, I'm going out to fight this evil dragon again!" One hundred rounds."

Long Fei shouted, "It doesn't matter, these flood dragons are powerful, and their bodies are close to the level of earth immortals. We can't kill them even if we try our best."

The pores on Chu Feng's body were exposed by the light of the stars and the moon, and the black charred skin fell off. He asked depressedly, "Then what should I do?"

Long Fei looked at the front and said, "I've already figured out a way to do it, help me hold the line, I'll tear open a hole, throw the alchemy furnace into it, let Yingying go in and we'll win."

"Okay, that's it!"

Chu Feng nodded and went out to kill the dragon after speaking.

He was so pissed off by the dragon's real fire, he just wanted to cut the thing in half and eat it.

Long Fei couldn't help laughing, knowing Zhang Yang's helplessness before his death.

Meeting such a demon king is really more uncomfortable than dying.

He sacrificed a golden scale treasure garment and asked him to put it on.

The scales cover the head and feet, covering the whole body, even covering the eyes.

Cultivators rely on their spiritual sense and can see things without eyes.

Chu Feng smelled it, and asked curiously, "What is this? Why does it smell like fish?"

Long Fei laughed, "Didn't I catch some phoenix koi in the volcanic lava in Phoenix's lair last time, this thing should be able to ward off fire."

"Then you have to try!"

Although this real fire will not kill Chu Feng for a while, it is a very exhausting thing.

As soon as Chu Feng put it on, his whole body was covered with golden scales, covering every part of his body.

What Long Fei used was silk thread threaded inside, and this thin thread could block the sharp edge of a sword.

It's just that this thing is a bit ugly, it looks like a carp when you put it on, and patients with trysophobia will die of pain when they see it.

At this time, most of the monks of the Sea Clan with low cultivation had been roasted to ashes by the real fire of the dragon.

There are a dozen or so left, all of whom are carrying strange treasures.

Either at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm, or at the Out of Body Realm, scurrying around in the formation to dodge the siege of the golden dragon.

Among these people, not many know the formation.

Long Fei observed carefully, Zhang Hengyu should be familiar with formations, and has researched everything here.

Holding the True Immortal Sword in his hand to fight against the golden flood dragon, he stepped on the weak area of ​​the eight trigrams formation with every step.

Therefore, the least restriction was triggered, and there were only two golden flood dragons besieging him.

The others were a bit miserable, walking around in the formation.

The more restrictions that are triggered, the more golden dragons besieging them.

Now Kunchen, Jinhong and Haitongtian from Sanxian Island overseas, and the Demon King from the South China Sea have joined together.

The four of them cooperated with each other, and the Panlong bell on the head of the Jiao Demon King kept vibrating, swaying flames one after another.

Then Kunchen, Jin Hong, and Hai Tongtian continued to fight the golden dragons that surrounded them.

A wave of them attracted eight golden dragons.

Zhang Hengyu made a single wave and attracted two.

There is also a wave of casual cultivators, although there are more than a dozen people, but only six golden dragons are besieged.

These flood dragons have a flaw, that is, after fighting for more than a dozen breaths, they will soon go back and coil themselves on the pillars to rest for a while.

64 golden dragons, as if programmed.

Some rest, some fight, and some take charge of the siege.Incessantly, endlessly.

Long Fei stared at the formation, his mind turned sharply. According to the number of golden dragons on the field and the resting pattern, he found a flaw in the formation, and secretly signaled to Chu Feng.

The two broke through the space bubble barrier, and quickly streaked across the water with two rays of light.

Before the golden dragons on the stone pillar could resist, they rushed to the innermost part.

The position occupied by Chu Feng was under the greatest pressure, attracting eight golden dragons to besiege him for a while.

Long Fei won the battle, and the golden dragons from all walks of life were busy fighting against the enemy.

In the nick of time, Long Fei held the Emperor Yan Cauldron and tried to slam into the Dragon Palace suddenly.

The golden dragon trapped in the outermost part speeded up and swam away in an instant.

The water tumbling, humming into a barrier enchantment, blocked in front of him.

He knew that this was his only chance, and the figure of the Zhangliu figure above his head floated up, quickly activating the laws of time and space, forming a black hole in front of him, and then struck forward suddenly.

The law of the black hole collided with the barrier of water elemental force, forcibly creating a black hole space on the barrier of water flow, penetrating both sides.

He held Yandi cauldron in his hand and threw it inside.

Everything was just a momentary effort, 64 flood dragons turned their heads at the same time, rolling out flames at him.

He aroused the strongest restriction here, and the Bagua Panlong was furious, wanting to wipe out the intruder.

When the others were free, more than a dozen casual cultivators hurriedly withdrew from the formation, all of them seemed to be walking around the gate of hell.

This formation is not a death formation, but it is not easy to enter, and it is still possible to exit.

On the field, only the young master of Sanxian Island, Jiao Demon King, Zhang Hengyu and Chu Feng were left.

Seeing Long Fei throw something in, Zhang Hengyu's eyes turned red, and he scolded in a hissed voice, "Young man wants to die, this opportunity belongs to me!"

The real fairy sword in his hand stood up, just waiting for Long Fei to be burned by the fire, so he could go to mend the sword.

The Young Master of Sanxian Island and the Jiao Demon King were equally anxious, their eyes turned red, and they showed their magic weapons together, ready to kill Long Fei.

　Chapter 3, there were fewer updates yesterday, and I will make up for you today, and I will come to another chapter later.

　　
　
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