The little yellow dragon of destruction devoured Fang Yun's words again, absorbed the power of the holy page again and came into the world, then jumped up, spinning as it rose.
All the chrysanthemums in Ning'an City flowed towards the Little Yellow Dragon of Destruction like rivers of flowers, and then wrapped up the Little Yellow Dragon of Destruction and ascended, making the Little Yellow Dragon of Destruction's body continue to grow.
Hu County.
County Magistrate Wu Guo, dressed in a scholar's uniform, stood outside the county government office, looking at the county army and government servants on one side of the street, and said in a deep voice: "If the Holy Temple loses contact, Ning'an City will definitely undergo a major change! Fang Yun is the pillar of our human race, and he will be able to obtain the status of a semi-saint in the future. No matter what the court and the Holy Academy decide in the end, this county will definitely help him, even if it means losing his job! However, I will never force anyone, and anyone who is unwilling can leave the team and return home, and this county will never blame them in the future."
No one in the team of 500 people moved, and everyone's eyes were extremely determined.
Wu Guo looked at one of them and said, "Xiao Yue, you are the only son, and you don't have any offspring, so don't go."
"If Fang Xusheng dies, the human race will have no future. Whether or not there are descendants after death, we will be ashamed of our ancestors. As a scholar, if I can help Fang Xusheng a little, even if I die in battle, I will not be ashamed of the heaven and earth, and not ashamed of my ancestors!"
Wu Guo laughed and said, "Well said! You will definitely pass the imperial examination next year!"
"As long as I'm alive, I'll win on the fifteenth of this month!"
Many people laughed in good faith, and the tense atmosphere eased a little.
"Set off!"
Wu Guo waved his hand, jumped on his horse, and personally led the team north.
Before they even left the county town, they suddenly smelled the fragrance of chrysanthemums, which was so strong that it was frightening.
"what happened?"
"Look, the chrysanthemums are lit up!"
“It can still fly!”
Everyone looked around hurriedly, and the chrysanthemum flowers that were originally prepared for the Double Ninth Festival suddenly rose into the air together, and then gathered into a bright yellow torrent in the sky, flying straight towards Ning An.
Wu Guo's body trembled, and he whispered: "This... seems to have the aura of an emperor. There is also boundless killing. Could it be that the emperor's war poem has appeared? Let's go!"
Tong County, Qingwu Prefecture City, Yuyang Pass, Yongtong Prefecture… All the chrysanthemums within a thousand miles took off into the air, turning into a torrent of flowers, flying towards Ning'an City at an incredible speed.
“It’s over…” The Dragon King Ao Wo’s face was ashen. The reason why the Yellow Dragon of Destruction was listed as a legend among the dragon clan was because this dragon was too murderous and difficult to be bred naturally. Once it was bred, anyone who had a grudge against it, no matter if they were enemies or friends, would be killed.
In terms of evil, the Hell-Suppressing Evil Dragon is the undisputed number one among the dragons, but in terms of killing, the Yellow Dragon of Destruction ranks first, because it does not kill people, but takes destroying all worlds as its mission!
Lei Wu's tongue burst into spring thunder and he shouted: "Your Majesty the Dragon Saint of the West Sea, are you going to watch Fang Yun succeed? Are you going to watch this trip be ruined? Please severely punish Fang Yun!"
"Fuck your mother!" Zhang Poyue's hair and beard were standing on end, he cursed loudly and attacked Lei Wu with his lips.
Lei Wu's sword of royal power was injured by Peng Zouzhao, and Zhang Poyue was a military strategist. Gu Qiang Poyue was even more lethal, and he actually forced Lei Wu's sword of royal power to retreat step by step.
In the chaotic clouds of the Holy Path far away, the huge white shadow turned its head again.
"This Saint has said that you must not transform into a dragon!"
A bloody light was seen spreading from the Holy Dao Clouds. It instantly reached the sky above Ning'an City, and then turned into a bloody thunderbolt, striking the growing Yellow Dragon of Destruction.
Dragon Saint Thunder Punishment.
"Ah..."
The little yellow dragon of destruction glared at the blood-colored thunderbolt, and the terrifying destructive force collided with the blood-colored thunderbolt, but it only slowed down the speed of the blood-colored thunderbolt.
“Hahahaha… Thank you, His Majesty the Dragon Saint of the West Sea!” Ao Wo laughed wildly.
A ferocious smile also appeared on Lei Wu's face, and he treated Fang Yun as if he were a dead man.
Ao Huang angrily looked at the Ancestral Dragon Sacred Fang hanging high above Ning'an County and shouted, "Your Majesty, are you blind? You actually gave the Sacred Fang to the West Sea Dragon Palace? The West Sea Dragon Saint is killing the Yellow Dragon of Destruction of our dragon clan, destroying our dragon clan's heritage, and digging up the roots of our dragon clan! Your Majesty, please open your eyes and take a look!"
Suddenly, a strange breath emanated from the Ancestral Dragon's Holy Fang.
The Ancestral Dragon's Holy Fang turned slightly, and the blood-red thunder in the sky dissipated silently.
"You little bastard, how dare you stop my great plan? You and Fang Yun will die together!"
A roar that split the sky and cracked the earth was heard in the distance, and then a huge white dragon claw, a hundred miles in size, flew from the horizon, like the sky collapsing and destroying.
The whole city was filled with despair.
"It's over..."
"That's the Dragon Saint..."
Those who were inside the Holy Path Chaos Clouds could not see what was happening outside of them, but countless people outside of them saw that the shadows of nine giant mountains spanning a hundred thousand miles suddenly appeared above the West Sea, and were directly above the Dragon Palace of the West Sea.
No one below the Saint knew what it was, but some children of aristocratic families and high-ranking scholars had vague guesses.
Mountain of books!
As soon as the Book Mountain appeared, the entire West Sea sank a hundred feet!
Billions of aquatic creatures turned into ashes in an instant.
The West Sea Dragon Pillar shook violently, and the West Sea Dragon Palace was shaking.
Under the chaotic clouds of the Holy Way, the giant claw that flew towards Fang Yun was suddenly retracted.
Then, a voice sounded outside the Holy Dao Clouds.
"Your Majesty, please retract your magical powers."
Fang Yun felt that the voice sounded familiar. It was none other than Shi Jun, one of the four great talents of this generation. The clouds of holy teachings covered tens of thousands of miles. How could his voice be heard inside
Then everyone suddenly realized that the human saints had already taken action. It was obvious that they would not sit and wait for Fang Yun to be killed by the West Sea Dragon Saint.
"I will never let this matter go!" The West Sea Dragon Saint's voice rang out in anger, but then his voice became extremely respectful, "Please return, Saint Fang."
The Ancestral Dragon Sacred Fang that was floating in Ning'an City slowly turned and flew towards the West Sea Dragon Sacred.
However, after flying a thousand miles, the Ancestral Dragon's Holy Fang suddenly changed direction and flew towards the East China Sea. It instantly turned into a stream of light and entered the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea.
An old voice spread throughout the world.
"Who disturbed my sleep? Eh? What fell into my ear? Oh, it's the Ancestral Dragon Sacred Tooth. Xiao Min, is this your birthday gift to me? Then I will accept it with a smile."
The white shadow in the distance shook violently, and then spoke something in the peculiar dragon language, rumbling so loudly that Fang Yun's ears were ringing, but he had no idea what the Dragon Saint of the West Sea was saying.
Fang Yun asked Ao Huang: "What did the Dragon Saint of the West Sea say? Why have I never learned this dragon language? Can you translate it into the human language so that I can listen to it?"
Ao Huang was silent for a while, then said, "Translated into the ethnic language? Let me think, it should be... me! Shit!"
"Pfft..." Cai He on the side couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Fang Yun couldn't help laughing.
At the same time, the holy clouds in the sky slowly dissipated, and the little yellow dragon of destruction disappeared, replaced by a thousand-foot yellow dragon lying in the sky.
Huang Long's eyes contained two broken voids. Everyone who looked at them felt severe pain all over their body and dared not look again.
Ao Huang took a closer look and said, "Haha, thank you West Sea Dragon Saint. The original Destruction Dragon Clan formed by "Fu Ju" was flawed. It took at least ten thousand years to nurture it to become a dragon soul. Now it's a perfect dragon soul!"
Outside Ning'an City, fifty thousand demons and water creatures stopped and looked at each other.
"Run!" The Elephant Demon Marquis who had just said he wanted to kill Fang Yun turned around and ran. No matter how arrogant the Ancestral God Clan was, they did not dare to face the Yellow Dragon of Destruction.
Fang Yun smiled calmly and said, "Please help me destroy the demon first, Huang Long!"
The Destruction Yellow Dragon bowed slightly to Fang Yun, then turned his head to look at the fifty thousand demonic water creatures.
The space where the fifty thousand monsters and water creatures were located was like a shattered mirror, with countless cracks forming in an instant. Then, all the monsters and water creatures were silently turned into tiny pieces of corpses.
The word "first" in Fang Yun's words was filled with cold murderous intent. (To be continued...)