Chapter: 1089
"What a terrifying real dragon soul!" Zhuowen whispered in shock and anger.
With a wave of Zhuo Wen's sleeve, he quickly stopped the retreating Yin-Yang sword array, countless cold lights flashed out, and the sword array surrounded his body again.
"Elder Liuli's Nine Flood Dragon's Death is already terrifying, but the true dragon soul produced by turning a dragon into a dragon is even more terrifying. That's going to be bad luck for Zhuo Wen!"
Seeing the huge golden dragon soaring into the sky, everyone in the square was moved. Obviously, the power of the sudden appearance of the real dragon soul was beyond their expectations.
"The soul of the real dragon? Haha, God is helping me, Master Long! This Elder Liuli is really interesting. He spent a lot of effort to transform the dragon into the soul of the real dragon, haha."
Just as Zhuo Wen was staring at the real dragon soul in front of him solemnly, Xiao Hei's wretched voice suddenly rang in his mind.
"Is this thing useful to you?" Zhuo Wen asked with a strange expression.
"Nonsense! Master Long is a noble dragon clan. Although the quality of this real dragon soul is very low, it is a great supplement to Master Long! Last time I met the beast spirit, now I meet the soul of the real dragon." Hun, Master Long has been really lucky during this time!" Xiao Hei said with a chuckle.
"Can you swallow the soul of the real dragon?" Zhuo Wen said with bright eyes.
"Of course, this low-level real dragon can't compare with this Dragon Master. You see how I can get rid of him."
After finishing speaking, Xiao Hei turned into a ray of black light, darted out from between Zhuo Wen's eyebrows, and headed towards the soul of the real dragon in front of him...
Looking at the soul of the real dragon with its fangs and claws in the sky above, the smile on Elder Liuli's face bloomed like a chrysanthemum.
The power of the dragon transformed into a real dragon is definitely much more terrifying than that of the Nine Flood Dragons. Even if there is only one real dragon, it is much stronger than the Nine Flood Dragons.
"Zhuowen, this time you are dead!"
Staring at Zhuo Wen in front, Elder Liuli's eyes were full of viciousness. Zhuo Wen not only disrespected him, but also killed his son. If this son is not eliminated, he feels uneasy.
Everyone in the square also shook their heads and sighed. They all knew that Zhuowen couldn't compete with the power of the True Dragon Soul, even if the latter was a fifth-rank Dzogchen arcanist.
Woohoo!
Above the void, the golden soul of the real dragon stared at Zhuo Wen indifferently, and with a roar, it flew towards Zhuo Wen directly.
Zhuo Wen, who was suspended on the opposite side, stood quietly without the slightest movement, his eyelids drooping slightly, as if he didn't care about the soul of the real dragon that was rushing towards him at all.
"Then Zhuo Wen is looking for death?"
Looking at the indifferent Zhuo Wen, everyone in the square showed doubts on their faces. Although the soul of the real dragon is indeed powerful, it is not too frightened to dare to move, right?
"Haha! Are you really a coward? Are you scared like this?" Elder Liuli sneered with mockery on his face.
Woohoo!
Just when everyone thought that Zhuo Wen was about to be devoured by the soul of the real dragon, a ray of black light suddenly shot out from the center of Zhuo Wen's eyebrows, towards the soul of the real dragon.
Then, a shrill scream suddenly sounded in the void.
Everyone looked up, and was shocked to find that the soul of the real dragon, which was originally imposing like a rainbow, suddenly stopped moving, and then violently rolled in the void.
It looked like it was in great pain.
If someone observes carefully, they will find that on the surface of the True Dragon Soul, there are dense black silk threads all over. These threads are so thin and dense that they are not easy to detect.
Moreover, this thin black line is still spreading, as if it is absorbing the power of the real dragon's soul, and it is constantly expanding.
"What's going on? Why did the soul of the real dragon suddenly roll over?"
Elder Liuli's face froze, and he stared gloomyly at the soul of the real dragon that kept rolling and howling. Just now when he wanted to control the soul of the real dragon, he was blocked by a mysterious force.
"Could it be that Zhuowen released this power?"
Looking up, Elder Liuli's gaze finally settled on the young man with slightly drooping eyelids floating in mid-air.
Just now, when the soul of the real dragon was about to devour Zhuo Wen, such a strange situation suddenly happened. Elder Liu Li did not believe that such a thing happened to the soul of the real dragon would have nothing to do with Zhuo Wen.
"Zhuowen! What did you do to the soul of the real dragon?" Elder Liuli couldn't help roaring angrily.
Zhuo Wen glanced at Elder Liuli indifferently, and then said lightly: "If you want to know, then come up and see for yourself."
As soon as this remark came out, Elder Liuli fell silent immediately, staring at Zhuo Wen closely, but he didn't dare to go up.
The soul of the real dragon is so powerful, but such a strange situation happened, how could he dare to go up?
"What? Don't you dare? You're really a coward. What's the difference between you and Yan Huo, that trash? You don't even dare to come up. You are worthy of being the second elder of the Arcane Art Guild."
Zhuowen's mocking words rolled over from the sky, making Elder Liuli's face extremely ugly. JrNovels.com
With a wave of Zhuo Wen's sleeve, he quickly stopped the retreating Yin-Yang sword array, countless cold lights flashed out, and the sword array surrounded his body again.
"Elder Liuli's Nine Flood Dragon's Death is already terrifying, but the true dragon soul produced by turning a dragon into a dragon is even more terrifying. That's going to be bad luck for Zhuo Wen!"
Seeing the huge golden dragon soaring into the sky, everyone in the square was moved. Obviously, the power of the sudden appearance of the real dragon soul was beyond their expectations.
"The soul of the real dragon? Haha, God is helping me, Master Long! This Elder Liuli is really interesting. He spent a lot of effort to transform the dragon into the soul of the real dragon, haha."
Just as Zhuo Wen was staring at the real dragon soul in front of him solemnly, Xiao Hei's wretched voice suddenly rang in his mind.
"Is this thing useful to you?" Zhuo Wen asked with a strange expression.
"Nonsense! Master Long is a noble dragon clan. Although the quality of this real dragon soul is very low, it is a great supplement to Master Long! Last time I met the beast spirit, now I meet the soul of the real dragon." Hun, Master Long has been really lucky during this time!" Xiao Hei said with a chuckle.
"Can you swallow the soul of the real dragon?" Zhuo Wen said with bright eyes.
"Of course, this low-level real dragon can't compare with this Dragon Master. You see how I can get rid of him."
After finishing speaking, Xiao Hei turned into a ray of black light, darted out from between Zhuo Wen's eyebrows, and headed towards the soul of the real dragon in front of him...
Looking at the soul of the real dragon with its fangs and claws in the sky above, the smile on Elder Liuli's face bloomed like a chrysanthemum.
The power of the dragon transformed into a real dragon is definitely much more terrifying than that of the Nine Flood Dragons. Even if there is only one real dragon, it is much stronger than the Nine Flood Dragons.
"Zhuowen, this time you are dead!"
Staring at Zhuo Wen in front, Elder Liuli's eyes were full of viciousness. Zhuo Wen not only disrespected him, but also killed his son. If this son is not eliminated, he feels uneasy.
Everyone in the square also shook their heads and sighed. They all knew that Zhuowen couldn't compete with the power of the True Dragon Soul, even if the latter was a fifth-rank Dzogchen arcanist.
Woohoo!
Above the void, the golden soul of the real dragon stared at Zhuo Wen indifferently, and with a roar, it flew towards Zhuo Wen directly.
Zhuo Wen, who was suspended on the opposite side, stood quietly without the slightest movement, his eyelids drooping slightly, as if he didn't care about the soul of the real dragon that was rushing towards him at all.
"Then Zhuo Wen is looking for death?"
Looking at the indifferent Zhuo Wen, everyone in the square showed doubts on their faces. Although the soul of the real dragon is indeed powerful, it is not too frightened to dare to move, right?
"Haha! Are you really a coward? Are you scared like this?" Elder Liuli sneered with mockery on his face.
Woohoo!
Just when everyone thought that Zhuo Wen was about to be devoured by the soul of the real dragon, a ray of black light suddenly shot out from the center of Zhuo Wen's eyebrows, towards the soul of the real dragon.
Then, a shrill scream suddenly sounded in the void.
Everyone looked up, and was shocked to find that the soul of the real dragon, which was originally imposing like a rainbow, suddenly stopped moving, and then violently rolled in the void.
It looked like it was in great pain.
If someone observes carefully, they will find that on the surface of the True Dragon Soul, there are dense black silk threads all over. These threads are so thin and dense that they are not easy to detect.
Moreover, this thin black line is still spreading, as if it is absorbing the power of the real dragon's soul, and it is constantly expanding.
"What's going on? Why did the soul of the real dragon suddenly roll over?"
Elder Liuli's face froze, and he stared gloomyly at the soul of the real dragon that kept rolling and howling. Just now when he wanted to control the soul of the real dragon, he was blocked by a mysterious force.
"Could it be that Zhuowen released this power?"
Looking up, Elder Liuli's gaze finally settled on the young man with slightly drooping eyelids floating in mid-air.
Just now, when the soul of the real dragon was about to devour Zhuo Wen, such a strange situation suddenly happened. Elder Liu Li did not believe that such a thing happened to the soul of the real dragon would have nothing to do with Zhuo Wen.
"Zhuowen! What did you do to the soul of the real dragon?" Elder Liuli couldn't help roaring angrily.
Zhuo Wen glanced at Elder Liuli indifferently, and then said lightly: "If you want to know, then come up and see for yourself."
As soon as this remark came out, Elder Liuli fell silent immediately, staring at Zhuo Wen closely, but he didn't dare to go up.
The soul of the real dragon is so powerful, but such a strange situation happened, how could he dare to go up?
"What? Don't you dare? You're really a coward. What's the difference between you and Yan Huo, that trash? You don't even dare to come up. You are worthy of being the second elder of the Arcane Art Guild."
Zhuowen's mocking words rolled over from the sky, making Elder Liuli's face extremely ugly. JrNovels.com
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