Godly Dragon Guard

It was Jiang Yonglong that just now, the thunderbolt killed five or six million foreign troops, and even killed six hundred Mahayana peak monks, but this move was only a matter of ignorance.

There are too many troops in the Outland, and they are constantly breaking through the boundaries. Jiang Yonglong just bought more time for the true dragons.

"Patriarch, your internal damage is too serious, please step back first, let us guard here!"

"Patriarch, if you continue to fight like this, you may be worried about your life!"

The two five-clawed golden dragons immediately guarded Jiang Yonglong and hurriedly initiated a voice transmission.

"Don't talk nonsense, at this time, how can this king retreat? Even if it is dead today, this king will die under this heavenly pillar!"

Jiang Yonglong responded with a voice transmission, a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

The silver-robed monk saw Jiang Yonglong's decline, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and roared: "The patriarch of the true dragon clan has been severely injured, and his combat power is not a single one. We attacked quickly and killed this five-clawed golden dragon!"

"kill!"

The army of monks from Outland relied on the large number of people to attack even more frantically.

Jiang Yonglong's consumption was too great, and his defense alone was already very difficult. The other two five-clawed golden dragons were far less powerful than Jiang Yonglong. Facing the storm-like attack, they gradually lost support, covered in blood, and their injuries became more and more serious.

"Boom boom boom!"

Many attacks smashed on the Tongtian Pillar. Fortunately, the Tongtian Pillar was extremely strong, and there was nothing serious about it for a while.

As for the remaining cultivators of the True Dragon Clan, they all showed their best to defend against attacks from all directions.

The battle lasted for half a day, these true dragon tribes had consumed too much, and now they could only do their best to defend, and there was no gap at all to counterattack.

Every time, one or two true dragon monks died on the battlefield. If this continues, the true dragon cultivator will be defeated sooner or later.

The true dragons are an aloof race, even if they know they will die, they want to fight to the last moment.

Just as the situation was precarious, the "reinforcement" of the True Dragons finally arrived.

Several monks such as Shen Lang, Ao Xiao, Su Ruoxue, Xiaorou, Le Feier, Ouyang Changfeng, Xie Ying, Shenxiu, etc. entered the battlefield and hurriedly flew toward the Tongtian Pillar.

"Who? Stop them!"

The silver-robed monk shouted angrily with his eyes like torches.

With an order, a large number of sacred troops swarmed up, trying to chase Shen Lang and other monks.

"Go away!"

Shen Lang rushed to the forefront and shouted out loudly, urging the sword domain to the extreme, and the layers of silver sword shadow light blades frantically strangled the surrounding army of monks from the outer domain, as if into a man's land.

The silver light of extreme prosperity passed by, and the hordes of the Holy Realm army turned into a blood mist. The monks of the Holy Realm had almost no resistance, they were bombarded into blood mist by the monstrous sword shadow.

"This……"

The silver-robed monk's complexion changed drastically, and he couldn't imagine that the true dragon clan still had such a powerful reinforcement.

In the blink of an eye, several monks including Shen Lang Ao Xiao came to the bottom of the Tongtian Pillar.

"Three ancestors, fortunately, the reinforcements of the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance are here!" Ao Xiao shouted at the three true dragon ancestors including Jiang Yonglong.

The two five-clawed golden dragons were exhausted from defense. They glanced at Shen Lang and the other monks. They were very dissatisfied, and questioned: "No, why are there so many people in the Ten Thousand Monster League?"

"Tongtian Pillar is about the safety of the Three Realms, don't they want to care about the life and death of the Three Realms!"

Shen Lang opened up the sword domain to defend against attacks from all directions, and hurriedly explained: "Two dao friends, please listen to Shen's explanation. The army of the foreign domain also invaded Qishan half a day ago. The army of the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance is at war with it and is temporarily unable to leave. Open. Shen brought some great cultivators to support the True Dragons on behalf of the Ten Thousand Demons League!"

Su Ruoxue also helped to explain: "Two fellow Taoists, please believe us, my husband Shen Lang is the number one master of the Ten Thousand Demons League, and he alone is enough to help the True Dragon Race!"

"What a joke! This kid is not a real fairy from the upper realm, how can I help us out?" One of the five-clawed golden dragons pointed at Shen Lang angrily, feeling as if they were being played by the Ten Thousand Monster League.

"Don't the Ten Thousand Demon League know the importance of the Tongtian Pillar? No matter how you despise it, you should bring more cultivators over!" The other five-clawed golden dragon gritted its teeth and shouted.

Su Ruoxue was a little bit angry, and they kindly supported him, but they were even despised.

"Shut up! At the moment of the war, what is the quarrel between the two of you?"

Jiang Yonglong shouted angrily.

The other two five-clawed golden dragons were silent immediately.

"Little friend Shen Lang, and all the masters of the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance, thank you for coming to help."

Jiang Yonglong thanked Shen Lang and other monks with gratitude, and then shouted aloud: "All the monks of the True Dragon Clan follow the order, and fully cooperate with Taoist Shen Lang to punish these outlying monks!"

"Yes!"

Although the true dragon cultivators responded with words, they still had no bottom in their hearts. The eyes of the true dragons gathered on Shen Lang, more or less with a hint of suspicion.

People of the True Dragon tribe have always lived in Dragon Tomb and almost never go out. They don't know the name Shen Lang has made in the Three Realms over the years.

But Jiang Yonglong's eyes are so harsh, he can see that Shen Lang is not what he used to be. This one person is absolutely worthy of a top-level reinforcement.

I still remember Zhang Daoling prophesied that Shen Lang would be the one to save the world, and Jiang Yonglong also pinned his hopes on Shen Lang.

Shen Lang didn't talk nonsense, and shouted with a blank expression: "Everyone, follow me...kill!"

"Tiangang Pure Sun Sword Formation!"

Shen Lang's eyes were about to split, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of golden blood, replenishing a large amount of chaotic spiritual power into the sword domain space, and displayed the strongest ultimate move!

In the space of the sword domain, the endless silver sword shadows and light blades condense nine huge silver scorching suns. The scorching sun is filled with dense silver light filaments. It is the nine flying swords that have been compressed to the extreme energy. The terrifying power that destroys the world!

In the next moment, nine silver scorching suns are carrying the sun and the moon collapse! The power of extinguishment in the sky! One after another, they pressed the opposing sacred army and took the lead to lock the silver-robed monk who commanded the sacred army.

"What magical power is this?"

The silver-robed monk was so frightened that he took a breath of cold. He could feel the mighty power carried by the nine huge silver scorching suns. He hurriedly sacrificed a fairy shield, spurred crazy, trying to resist Shen Lang. s attack.

"Boom boom boom!!!"

Nine rounds of silver scorching sun hit one after another, and the silver-robed monk was instantly submerged in the strong light, making a harsh roar.

Under the bombardment of nine rounds of silver scorching sun, the silver-robed monk's low-grade fairy shields were all damaged, and a large number of cracks broke out on the surface! Until it fell apart.

"what!!!"

The silver-robed monk let out a scream of horror, and his body was killed by nine rounds of silver scorching sun.

Even the seventy or eighty Mahayana peak leaders beside him were swallowed by the sky full of silver light sword shadows, their bodies were torn apart by bombardment, and they were killed on the spot!

This was not over yet, the energy impact produced by the explosion of the nine rounds of silver scorching sun continued to spread, killing nearly three to four hundred thousand monks!