Ao Zhou hurriedly released his power, trying to break through the obstruction, but he was surprised to find that his power was useless. That meant one thing, in the sequence of the water tribe, Fang Yun was higher than him, and not just a little bit higher.
Ao Zhou was anxious. Although he was from the Jiao clan, once he was canonized as a saint, he would actually be a real dragon. If he was canonized as a great sage, he would be listed in the dragon clan lineage, but his descendants would still be from the Jiao clan.
A half-saint of the water tribe is better at controlling water than a human
If it were in the past, Ao Zhou would not accept it and would compete with Fang Yun, but now, the stronger Fang Yun becomes, the more uneasy Ao Zhou becomes.
"I came here not to kill you, but to inform the dragon clan and atone for my crime..." Ao Zhou hurriedly turned around and stopped, his eyelids twitching. He never expected that Fang Yun was already in front of him. This meant that Fang Yun could capture the Three Saints even without using the power of the Legalists.
Now, the speed that the monsters were proud of has also been surpassed by Fang Yun.
"Oh? What's the secret?" Fang Yun asked.
Ao Zhou was about to open his mouth, but immediately shut it up, then said, "I swore an oath not to tell you about this. But you know, I can find a place to play, I won't take you there, and you don't have to follow me. If something unexpected happens, it has nothing to do with me."
Fang Yun nodded. The monsters wanted to invade somewhere in a large scale. Although Ao Zhou couldn't tell them, he could point the way for the dragon clan.
"You seem very afraid of me?" Fang Yun was surrounded by pure white holy light, with auspicious clouds rolling under his feet, and he looked at Ao Zhou quietly.
Ao Zhou's huge dragon head nodded lightly.
"Why?" Fang Yun asked.
"I feel that you... should be the reincarnation of a Dragon Emperor." Ao Zhou said.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "Look down on me."
Ao Zhou was shocked and knelt down on the seabed, saying loudly: "Little Jiao Ao Zhou, I have met the incarnation of His Majesty Zulong! I wish His Majesty Zulong will return to the top of the myriad worlds, rule the myriad seas, and rule the world!"
"Who told you that I am the Ancestral Dragon?" Fang Yun said with a smile.
"Ah? The only one more powerful than all the Dragon Emperors is the Ancestral Dragon." Ao Zhou explained carefully.
Fang Yun didn't pay attention to Ao Zhou's explanation. He glanced at the trapped Wolf Gusheng, then turned to Ao Zhou and said, "I'm tired of riding the Wu Hou Chariot, and I'm in need of an excellent mount. Are you interested?"
Ao Zhou's face flushed red, he was angry but dared not say a word. Although the Jiao Saints had indeed pulled the cart for the Ancestral Dragon in the past, as the Jiao clan continued to grow stronger and became vassals of the Dragon clan, they had stopped doing so long ago. Even the Dragon Emperor would not use Jiao dragons to pull carts.
Throughout history, although the Jiao clan has experienced ups and downs, they were once ranked the second largest clan among the aquatic species. They hate it most when others mention that they pull carts, so for the Jiao clan, the greatest humiliation is to laugh at them being seahorses that pull carts.
"It seems that you are not convinced? I won't force you. How about this, I wrestle with you, and if you lose, you will be at my service for a hundred years. How about that?" Fang Yun asked.
"Okay!" Ao Zhou agreed instinctively. He really couldn't stand the terrible pressure from Fang Yun. Once the two sides fought, he would definitely lose. However, wrestling and other sparring methods were different. In the dragon clan, there was no distinction between status, only strength. Fang Yun's pressure was completely useless. What's more, he was a Jiao Sheng, with a weight equivalent to a large mountain range, at least half of the Shengyuan Continent, and at the same time, he had the power of the Jiao clan. There was no way he could lose to a human.
Ao Zhou did sense the Great Saint's aura on Fang Yun, but what did that mean? Not to mention the Great Saint of the human race, even if Confucius was reborn, he couldn't compare to the Half Saint of the Jiao race. After all, wrestling does not allow the use of other powers outside the body.
Ao Zhou secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he won, he could leave and never suffer this injustice again. However, Ao Zhou's mind moved and he realized that he could not let the other party lose too badly, so he decided to let him win a little at the beginning and pretend to win reluctantly in the end, so as not to anger the other party.
"Please come in." Ao Zhou said.
Fang Yun raised his chin slightly and said, "I don't want to bully the weak. You go first."
Ao Zhou was ashamed and annoyed, but under Fang Yun's pressure, he dared not curse, so he could only suppress his anger and said with a fake smile: "Look at what you said, how dare I start a fight with you, you are so delicate and tender."
Fang Yun could tell from his bad tone, so he put away his smile and said calmly, "Are you sure I should make the first move?"
"I'm sure." Ao Zhou was secretly proud.
"Then I won't be polite." Fang Yun looked at Ao Zhou deeply.
Ao Zhou chuckled, but was thinking in his heart: "Should I use 30% of my strength at the beginning, or 20% of my strength?"
At this time, Fang Yun took a step forward and disappeared in front of Ao Zhou.
Ao Zhou was stunned, and dragon scales exploded all over his body. Then he realized that Fang Yun was not chasing him, but using the power of the Great Sage to cross the void and move directly.
However, the next moment, Ao Zhou laughed in his heart: "No matter how far I cross the void, I am only a half-saint of the human race..."
"ah… "
Ao Zhou suddenly screamed, and his ten-thousand-foot-long body was thrown into the air, drew a semicircle in the air, and fell heavily to the ground with a whistling sound.
boom!
The water near the Sea of Sin had long been drained away. Without the resistance of the sea water, Ao Zhoulong fell face down and slammed into the hard seabed with most of his body sunk into it, creating a huge rift in the seabed!
Ao Zhou was a semi-saint after all, so his body wasn't badly injured, but his brain was hit, causing him to be a little confused for a while.
"what happened?"
A moment later, Ao Zhou's body flew up involuntarily, and then fell heavily from the sky again.
Not far away, the divine thoughts of the ancient demon fighting spirit saints had just arrived. When they saw this scene, they were all stunned, with their mouths opening wider than theirs.
Fang Yun, who was as tall as an ordinary person, grabbed Ao Zhou's tail with both hands, and swung it up like a dead green fish, smashing it back and forth on the seabed. His speed was so fast that Ao Zhou left an afterimage, and his power was so strong that it created dense rifts on the seabed, and finally created a seabed basin.
“Ah… Ah… Ah…”
Ao Zhou had never encountered such a battle scene since he was born. Every time he fell to the ground, he would let out a scream. Every time after hitting the ground, he would close his mouth in a daze, and when he flew up again, he would start screaming again.
At first, Ao Zhou's body could still hold on, but soon, he was bleeding all over, his dragon horn was broken, and his nose and face were swollen.
He could not use dragon power or other powers for treatment before the wrestling was over. Soon, his entire holy body was smashed to pieces, covered in blood and flesh, and even his dragon bones were exposed.
Ao Zhou could no longer scream, and finally, with his dying breath, he pleaded: "I lost... I lost... Spare my life..."
The ancient demon fighting spirit saints stood there in a daze. Not to mention the ordinary ancient demon half-saints, even the most powerful Hundred Arms would find it difficult to throw the dignified Jiao Saint to the ground without any chance of fighting back. When did the human race have such a powerful body refining secret method? How can they fight the human race in the future? Should they choose to fight from a distance or in close combat? Fighting from a distance seems to save their lives, but if they fight in close combat, will they be thrown to death
Ao Zhou's body was extremely heavy after all. Fang Yun let go, took a few deep breaths, looked at Ao Zhou who was quickly regenerating, and asked, "Is the agreement we made just now still valid?"
Ao Zhou was so frightened that he dared not have any other thoughts even though the holy power was surging all over his body. He lay on the ground and said repeatedly: "It works! It works! From now on, I will work like a slave for you for a hundred years. If you have any complaints, you will die miserably!"