Hong Huang: I, the ten sons of Zulong, the golden dragon of luck

After all, the old man is the Dzogchen of the Da Luo Jinxian, and he is only a hair away from the quasi-sage. Compared with the Sanqing brothers who have just entered the Da Luo Jinxian, his momentum is still better.

However, Sanqing's advantage is that they can maximize their strength, and the old man sees that he is about to step into the threshold of quasi-sage, and he cannot allow himself to be injured.

The four faced each other from a distance, and no one dared to act rashly. The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

At this moment, Ao Hui, who was silently watching the battle from behind, accidentally stepped on a stone under his feet. Of course, the slight noise could not escape the ears of the old man, and his eyes instantly turned to Ao Hui.

The scales on Ao Hui's back suddenly exploded, he had never felt such a gaze, like a black hole, looking at himself was like looking at a dead person.

"What a powerful force of luck! I thought the three magic weapons were already a great harvest, but I didn't expect you to still hide such a beast. With it, the old man will definitely be able to enter the quasi-sage smoothly!"

The old man's gaze became hot all of a sudden, and Sanqing's magic weapon became less attractive.

As soon as he heard that the old man turned his target to Ao Hui, Tong Tian was the first to refuse, and he raised his hand with hundreds of sword lights all rushing towards the old man.

The old man's eyes were fixed, and the black mist under his feet seemed to be intelligent, and it automatically blocked the old man's face.

The sword energy that killed two flood dragons in seconds at random before now was like cutting cotton, it was powerful but could not be released, and after a few breaths it dissipated between the sky and the earth.

"Third brother, be careful! This person's strength is definitely at the top of the Wu clan!"

Seeing that Tongtian had already made a move, Lao Tzu immediately controlled the Xuanhuang Pagoda in the air and threw it at the old man.

Although Yuan Shi didn't say much, the movements in his hands were extremely fast. When the Pangu flag was waving, a gust of ancient chaotic energy gushed out and collided with the old man's black mist.

"Who dares to stop the old man today, die!"

The old man said angrily, and stretched out his hand to pull out an ebony scepter from the black mist. On the handle of the scepter were six fist-sized skulls.

I saw green lights flickering in the eyes of the six skulls. After a few flashes, six innocent souls like children came out of the skulls and rushed towards the three of them.

Sanqing frowned at the same time, recalled his magic weapon, and began to deal with the wronged soul in front of him.

These ghosts are extremely strange, they have no entity, so that the attacks of Lao Tzu and Tong Tian cannot attack them, they can only defend constantly, using the righteousness of the gods to resist.

Yuanshi's side was okay, the chaotic energy on the Pangu flag could attack these innocent souls, and fought back and forth with two innocent souls.

"Little guy, there is no one who hinders us. Come, follow this old man, I guarantee that you can become the totem of the Wu Clan! Enjoy the power of the Wu Clan's worship!"

The old man slowly walked out of the black mist, approaching Ao Hui bit by bit.

"Disciple, run!"

Tong Tian who was not far away wanted to come over to help, but he was pinned down by two innocent souls, and he couldn't make a move at all.

Of course Ao Hui knew that he was not even an ant in front of the old man, so he immediately wanted to escape.

"Want to run? How could this old man miss a beast like you, come here!"

The old man followed his words, and suddenly the spiritual power in the world seemed to be under his control. Ao Hui, who had just turned around, seemed to be firmly grasped by a big hand, and he couldn't even move a finger.

"Immortal! If you dare to touch a single hair of my disciple, I will report to Master and drive your witch clan to extinction!"

Seeing that Ao Hui was restrained, Tongtian was helpless, he could only try to move out the ancestor Hongjun to scare the old man of the Wu clan.

"Oh? Tell me, who is your master?"

The old man looked at Tong Tian with interest and asked.

"Our master is Patriarch Hongjun! Get out of the acquaintance point quickly, and we will pretend that we have never seen you!"

Tong Tian knew that they had kicked on the iron plate this time, so he set a step for the old man.

"Hongjun? So you are Hongjun's disciples..."

The old man paused obviously after hearing the name of Patriarch Hongjun, and his footsteps also stopped in place.

"If you don't want your witch clan to be exterminated, then you'd better accept my third brother's proposal just now."

At this time, Yuan Shi also knew that the three of them could not resist the strength of the old man, and began to intimidate the old man.

"If your master came in person, maybe the old man would sell him face, but he is not here now. After the old man takes this luck golden dragon, he will kill the three of you and destroy the corpses. Who would know that it came from my witch clan?" hand."

Unexpectedly, the old man didn't hesitate too much at all. In the face of Ao Hui's temptation, what can Patriarch Hongjun be?

The tactic of intimidation was useless, Sanqing had no choice but to watch the old man walk in front of Ao Hui.

"Little brat, after the old man engraves the brand on your soul, you will be the contracted beast of the old man from now on!"

The old man giggled strangely, and a bloody brand flew out from between his brows as he spoke.

It has to be said that the old man's move is absolutely perfect. If it is said that Tongtian took Ao Hui as his apprentice to borrow Ao Hui's luck, then the old man's move is to directly plunder Ao Hui's luck in the most brutal way.

"Let go of me! Otherwise, even if I blow myself up, I won't be able to fulfill your wish!"

Ao Hui in the palm of the old man kept struggling. He didn't even believe a single punctuation mark in the old man's promise to him. Although it was the first time he saw the soul brand, judging from the aura above, it should be a kind of peace. Dafa is not much different from sorcery.

"Hahaha, what this old man likes most is watching his staunch temper dissipate bit by bit. Let me see if your soul has your strong character!"

As he said that, the old man stretched out his other hand, pointing it in front of Ao Hui, and the coefficient of the forbidden spell laid down by Tongtian was shattered.

Another point, Ao Hui's eyes suddenly turned gray, and a golden transparent dragon slowly floated out of Ao Hui's body.

"Hey, it's still the golden dragon that bears the power of the dragon clan's luck, the old man has made money again, hahahaha!"

While laughing, the old man imprinted his own soul on Ao Hui's soul.

"stop!"

The three of Tongtian shouted hysterically, but they still couldn't stop all this from happening.

Once the old man's soul brand is completely imprinted on Ao Hui's soul, Ao Hui will completely become the old man's thing.

Just when the old man thought that Ao Hui was already in his pocket, a colorful scale between the eyebrows of Ao Hui's physical body suddenly burst into dazzling light.

In an instant, the entire underwater world turned into a dazzling white, and everyone's five senses were temporarily deprived.