Terrorist recovery begins

Millions of years ago, it was a true dragon that crossed the Three Realms.

Immortal Court is so powerful that the Lord God of Mount Olympus can only bow his head and bow down when he sees him.

Millions of years later, its strength will be nonexistent.

But it's not something a mere saint can handle.

"go with!"

The dragon's claws rose against the wind, and Lei Hai also enveloped Meng Qinghan.

Meng Qinghan took a deep look at Lin Que's handsome profile, with determination in his beautiful eyes.

Lin Que, at this moment, is the only key to breaking the situation.

If he wanted to escape this catastrophe, he had to ensure that Lin Que could absorb the dragon's blood smoothly.

Therefore, what she has to do now is to block the Dragon Resentment Spiritual Mind at all costs.

After secretly making up his mind, Meng Qinghan no longer had the slightest reservation.

"Come!"

With one order, all the power in the entire mausoleum was mobilized by her.

Those powers were not used by her, but behind her, a burly figure condensed.

It was a man.

Dressed in a ghostly golden dragon armor, with an emperor's beaded curtain on his head.

In his hand he held a spear with a burning gray flame.

The moment this figure appeared, Meng Qinghan's eyes were dull, and the color of reminiscence welled up in his heart.

She used to have a peaceful home, a father who loved her, and a group of friends who cared about her.

But all of that, with the appearance of that person, all came to naught.

After being slightly distracted, Meng Qinghan put aside his distracting thoughts, came back to his senses, and bowed to the phantom.

"My unfilial daughter, Meng Qinghan, I implore my lord father to help me get through this calamity."

That phantom is just a remnant soul of the Nether Lord.

Breath, around the middle stage of the gods, is obviously not the opponent of the Dragon Resentment Spiritual Mind.

But he glanced at Meng Qinghan, and did not refuse her request.

Pointing the spear obliquely, he charged towards the Dragon Resentment Spiritual Mind.

"Hahaha, Meng Baichuan is just dying."

"Leave a remnant soul alive in the world."

"Now, do you even want to give up this opportunity?"

Meng Baichuan didn't answer, and the light of the spear seemed to reflect the heavens.

Where the tip of the spear points, there are tens of thousands of Yin soldiers plundering the territory, and their targets are directed at the Resentful Dragon Divine Sense.

The not-so-large mausoleum seemed to have turned into an ancient underworld battlefield.

Resentment Dragon Divine Sense didn't panic at all.

It didn't pay attention to the remnant soul of Meng Baichuan at all.

"Come!"

Countless dragon claws emerged at the same time, sharp enough to penetrate Meng Baichuan's chest!

But right now.

A strong light suddenly burst out from within Meng Baichuan's body.

The light above its head condensed into a sinuous figure.

It was a giant green python!

The head is like a mountain peak, and the tail is like a sharp sword.

The two horns are dazzling, and the eyes are full of starry sky.

Dao Mang!

This is a strange beast from the ancient times. In its heyday, it fed on the avenues and drank from the galaxy.

It opened its bloody mouth wide, and spit out blue balls of light, which contained enormous power, like destructive stars one after another.

The power of each blue light ball has an attack power comparable to that of a god in the later stage.

"Boom boom boom boom!!!"

A roar resounded through the mausoleum.

Wherever it passed, the dragon claws condensed from the divine sense of resentment of the dragon were all annihilated, as if they were made of paper, and they couldn't bear it at all.

"Ho ho ho ho!!"

Resentful Dragon Divine Sense roared again and again.

It didn't expect that such a terrifying power would erupt from a mere remnant soul.

In addition to being angry, the offensive became more and more fierce.

Summoning the phantom of Dao Devouring Mang was Meng Meng Baichuan's ultimate attack.

After this attack, his aura weakened by [-]%, under the stormy attacks of those dragon claws.

The scars on his body are getting worse and worse, and it has reached the point where the oil is exhausted.

Meng Baichuan knew that he could hardly hold on for too long.

But he glanced at Meng Qinghan in the distance, and his slack eyes became solid again, bursting out with unprecedented strength.

"boom!!!"

Another roar echoed through the mausoleum.

Meng Baichuan threw the spear in his hand and broke through Longan's defense in an instant.

It is more than a thousand meters to push the longan back.

Resentful Dragon Divine Sense stared at Meng Baichuan angrily.

It really didn't expect that such a powerful force would erupt from a remnant soul on the brink of extinction.

There were tears in Meng Qinghan's beautiful eyes, only he understood.

The remnant soul left by the Nether Lord has only become one of his beliefs.

Protect your only daughter.

Therefore, any existence that threatened Meng Qinghan was an enemy.

Not to mention the divine sense of resentment of the dragon, even if its real body is here, this remnant soul will explode with all its strength until the last trace of power is exhausted.

After a brief outburst, the Resentful Dragon Divine Sense put away his contempt.

Its realm is not much higher than this remnant soul. It is impossible to destroy Meng Baichuan in a short time.

Then, the two fell into a fierce battle.

On the periphery of the battlefield, Lin Que was still sitting cross-legged on the ground.

His brows were tightly knit together.

The power of dragon blood was beyond his imagination.

The berserk power, not only did not weaken with his consumption, but became stronger and stronger.

His blood, which has been washed by the blood of the ancestral dragon, can't bear it at all!

Bang!

A muffled sound came out, and cracks appeared in his internal organs at the same time!

Lin Que's heart sank to the bottom.

If things continued like this, he still couldn't avoid the fate of exploding to death!

Gudong!Gudong!

The happy water of life was poured down one bottle after another.

But this invincible healing holy object can't resist the berserk dragon's blood at all.

There are no side effects!

Bang!

His bones also exploded!

But the dragon blood still has no intention of calming down.

In a few breaths, the light from the glazed vajra body disappeared, and his physical body was on the verge of collapse!

Desperation filled Lin Que's mind.

Extremely unwilling to linger.

How to do?

Are you really going to die here?

He kept shouting in his heart, but at this moment, a soft sound sounded in his mind.

Click.

The sound of glass breaking came from the deepest part of his spiritual world!

Lin Que endured the pain and inspected it, only to find out.

In his spiritual world, the sixth shackle has been opened!

The powerful spiritual power began to recover continuously, strengthening his spirit.

The feeling of extreme comfort formed a polar contrast with the situation Lin Que encountered physically.

That feeling is really sour!

And with the recovery of the spiritual world, there is also an irresistible suction.

Chapter 1898 Children (Eighth)

"Again?"

Lin Que thought to himself, and when his eyes went dark, he felt the world spinning.

When this feeling disappears and the eyes are opened again, it is already another world.

Looking around, the place where he is should be above the sky.

Underfoot is a sea of ​​white clouds.

After a few glances, Lin Que gasped.

He had seen the power to condense these clouds before in Mr. Du.

It's all pure fairy spirit!

Shocked, Lin Que looked around.

He found that above the sea of ​​clouds, there was chaos.

A thousand meters away from him, in the flowing clouds and mist, there is something standing.

Lin Que walked forward without any scruples.

Only then did I see clearly that it was a broken stone tablet.

The material of the stele is unknown, but some breath remains in it.

That breath gave him a feeling of heart palpitations.