When Yang Shangchen heard Huang Xiaolong forcing him to take action again and again, he couldn't help but feel furious. Murderous intent flashed in his eyes. However, he looked at the eighty ancestors of Chen Qi behind Huang Xiaolong and hesitated again.
Although he was sure that after killing Huang Xiaolong and then breaking out from the siege by Chen Qi and others, he was afraid that he would be seriously injured.
Although he is in the mid-eighth level of the ancestor, there are more than 80 Chen Qi, six or seven high-level ancestors, and more than a dozen sixth-level ancestors.
"You all stand down and don't take action." Huang Xiaolong saw the concern in Yang Shangchen's eyes, and then said to Chen Qi and others. After speaking, he waved his hand.
When Chen Qi and others heard this, they all responded respectfully, then exited the main hall and waited for Huang Xiaolong outside the main hall.
Old Man Qiong and Fei Yanzi also walked out.
Huang Xiaolonglong and Yang Shangchen were the only two people left in the entire hall.
Yang Shangchen was stunned. He looked at Huang Xiaolong suspiciously and couldn't figure out what Huang Xiaolong's intention was.
Is Huang Xiaolong deliberately setting a trap? Are there masters from the late eighth level of the ancestor or even the ninth level of the ancestor hiding around? As soon as he takes action, will the opponent give him a thunderous blow
"You can take action now." Huang Xiaolong looked at the suspicious Yang Shangchen: "You, the dignified deputy master of the Golden Snake Holy Land, are so timid? You only have ten seconds to take action."
Ten seconds? Yang Shangchen stared at Huang Xiaolong in surprise, wondering what kind of medicine Huang Xiaolong was selling in his gourd. Looking at Huang Xiaolong who was so calm, he became even more hesitant.
Finally, while he hesitated, ten seconds passed.
Ten seconds passed and Huang Xiaolong moved. Huang Xiaolong's body swayed and he took a step forward and came to Yang Shangchen. Yang Shangchen never expected that Huang Xiaolong would actually take action himself. A ninth-level Saint Realm would take action against him. He couldn't help but think. Startled, he immediately punched Huang Xiaolong and smiled ferociously: "Boy, what are you doing!"
However, before he finally said "looking for death", his face changed with horror.
"Click!"
His fist collided with Huang Xiaolong's right fist.
There was a sound of bone breaking.
The skin and flesh of Yang Shangchen's fist split open, and then he hit the main hall behind. "Boom!" The wall of the main hall was directly knocked open, and the restrictions on the wall of the main hall exploded with a loud bang.
After Huang Xiaolong punched Yang Shangchen away, he walked out of the large human-shaped hole in the wall of the hall, and saw Yang Shangchen falling on the square in the distance, and the surrounding areas of the square were shattered.
Yang Shangchen spurted blood from his mouth, and then spurted it out again.
He looked at Huang Xiaolong in fear: "You?! How could this happen?!"
Huang Xiaolong walked slowly towards Yang Shangchen: "You seem to have forgotten that I said before that Tang Long's body was exploded by me.
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"What?!" Yang Shangchen's whole body trembled.
Huang Xiaolong had indeed repeatedly said that Tang Long was beaten to death by him, but not only Tang and his party, but also he did not take Huang Xiaolong's words to heart. Yang Shangchen subconsciously thought that this was Huang Xiaolong's joke. , ridiculous joke, so he didn't take it seriously.
In fact, no one would take it seriously, let alone him.
A ninth-level saint realm destroys an ancestor who is at the peak of the seventh-level late stage? Whoever believes it has something wrong with their brains.
But now Yang Shangchen discovered that it was him who had a brain problem.
"Who are you? What do you want to do?" Yang Shangchen reluctantly stood up, his fists were bloody and bloody.
Although Huang Xiaolong cannot defeat an eighth-level ancestor, Huang Xiaolong’s current attack power can still damage the physical body of the eighth-level ancestor.
He looked at Huang Xiaolong, who continued to walk over, with stern eyes: "I am the deputy hall master of the Golden Snake Holy Land. If something happens to me, the Golden Snake Holy Land will definitely investigate! They will definitely find out that I had an accident in the Tanglong Holy Land, and find out that it is related to you! "
Huang Xiaolong came to stand in front of Yang Shangchen: "Don't worry, I won't kill you. Of course, I can't kill you now."
Yang Shangchen felt relieved, and then a cold light flashed in his eyes. As long as Huang Xiaolong let him go, he would definitely repay him thousands of times when he returned.
"Are you thinking that after I let you go back, you will lead your army back and then torture me to death?" Huang Xiaolong looked at Yang Shangchen and said suddenly.
Yang Shangchen was startled.
"Although I can't kill you now, I never said I would let you go." Huang Xiaolong's expression was indifferent.
Yang Shangchen's expression changed: "What do you mean? Are you not afraid?"
Does he mean that Huang Xiaolong is not afraid of the pursuit and revenge of the Golden Snake Holy Land
Huang Xiaolong did not answer, but said: "Of course, I can let you go and serve me, just like Chen Qi and the others, serve me."
Yang Shangchen was stunned, and then burst into laughter: "Serve you? You want me, the deputy master of the Golden Snake Holy Land, to serve you?" He pointed at Huang Xiaolong, with ridicule in his eyes.
Obviously, when he thought about it, Huang Xiaolong was ridiculous and stupid. If Huang Xiaolong wasn't ridiculous and stupid, he wouldn't have such thoughts. As the deputy hall master of the Golden Snake Holy Land, one of the ten holy places in the Holy Demon Cave, if Huang Xiaolong hadn't been brain-damaged Even if Bao was stupid, there was no way he would betray the Golden Snake Holy Land and join a small Holy Land.
Huang Xiaolong didn't speak. After Yang Shangchen laughed for half a minute, he stopped, and the Creation Yellow Dragon bloodline in Huang Xiaolong's body was activated. Suddenly, the shadow of the golden dragon appeared behind him, and the terrifying power of the dragon filled the air. At the same time, a wave of This kind of pressure from the whole world made Yang Shangchen unable to help but want to kneel down and worship.
Yang Shangchen had just stopped laughing when he suddenly looked at the phantom of the golden dragon behind Huang Xiaolong, his face changed with horror, and he thought of something: "You, this, is the creation, the creation yellow dragon!"
If you are an ordinary disciple of the Golden Snake Holy Land, you may not know about the Creation Yellow Dragon, and you may not have heard of the Creation Yellow Dragon. But as the deputy hall master of the Golden Snake Holy Land, Yang Shangchen, how could you not have heard of the legend of the Creation Yellow Dragon.
In the past, in the Cangqiong Sacred World, Huang Xiaolong's Creation Yellow Dragon Shadow only had the power of the dragon, but after coming to the Tuo Sacred World, in addition to the power of the dragon, there is also a terrifying power of heaven!
A kind of supreme and only power from the Huanglong world!
This kind of heavenly power is not the power of the ancestors, nor the power of the Taoists. It is the only power of heaven that cannot be copied. It cannot be violated or desecrated.
Huang Xiaolong looked coldly at the shocked and frightened Yang Shangchen: "Yang Shangchen, since you know that this is the Creation Yellow Dragon, you should know what it means."
Son of creation!
"Are you Mr. Huang Shuai, the son of creation?" Yang Shangchen quipped.
Yang Shangchen's words made Huang Xiaolong stunned: "Huang, Huang Shuai?" What does Yang Shangchen mean
"Aren't you Mr. Huang Shuai?" Yang Shangchen was also stunned.
"My real name is Huang Xiaolong." Huang Xiaolong frowned, hearing what Yang Shangchen said meant something, right
"Huang Xiaolong? How could this happen? Are there still two sons of creation in the world?" Yang Shangchen was in a daze.
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