In Lin Feng's impression.
Silly Dragon is the mount of an ancient ancestor of the Taichu Holy Temple, a ninth-rank monster, whose strongest strength is equivalent to the peak of the Mahayana stage!
and,
Because of the ancient catastrophe, Silly Dragon was injured and his strength is no longer at its peak!
so,
What is the situation now?
The injured Silly Dragon defeated an early stage Mahayana cultivator in seconds?
now,
Not only Lin Feng, but everyone else in the field was also in a daze.
No matter whether it was the cultivators watching or the ancient ancestors of the gods like Mo Ye, they all swallowed subconsciously and felt a sense of horror!
Murong Ning is not some random person,
He was the ancient ancestor of the Murong family, a Mahayana cultivator. In this Dharma-Ending Age, if he were to appear in the world, he would be a force to be reckoned with...
At this time,
Silly Dragon's voice suddenly rang out in Lin Feng's sea of consciousness:
"Boy, that's great! Where did you get such a mask? I almost didn't recognize it."
"How did you recognize me?"
Lin Feng replied in his heart.
According to the elder brother,
The disguise mask on his face was made from the skin of the tenth-level demon beast, the Phantom Fox. A Mahayana cultivator would have absolutely no way of seeing his true identity. And the fact that Silly Dragon had come to his aid the moment he arrived showed that he had seen through his identity!
"Have you forgotten the demon bone flute I gave you before? You are such a fool. Even at this point, you still don't play the bone flute..."
Silly Dragon had no choice but to respond.
Lin Feng smiled awkwardly.
It’s not that he didn’t want to brag, but he simply forgot about it!
In other words,
In his subconscious, he thought that even if he blew the demon bone flute and called the powerful demons, what would it matter?
Facing the encirclement and suppression from the ancient ancestors of several major forces, even the powerful demons cannot do anything!
"Anyway, thank you for coming to help me!"
Lin Feng thanked him sincerely.
It is easy to add icing on the cake, but difficult to provide timely assistance.
At this moment,
He finally felt a sense of identification with Silly Dragon!
"Don't get me wrong, I just don't want little Lianlian to lose her father in her childhood..."
Silly Dragon responded indifferently.
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Silly Dragon no longer paid attention to Lin Feng, but looked around and said lightly:
"Anyone still disagrees? Stand up! If you can block one of my dragon breaths, I lose!"
It was quiet all around.
No one dared to speak at this time.
Even those Mahayana cultivators were somewhat frightened.
At this time,
Michael, the ancient ancestor of the Angel Clan, hesitated for a moment and said:
"Your Excellency is a renowned figure from ancient times, yet you come here to bully us juniors, aren't you..."
"Swish~"
Silly Dragon turned his cold eyes directly towards Michael.
Vaguely visible,
A huge dragon phantom appeared behind him. The dragon's eyes were like two blood-red lanterns, looking at Michael coldly.
Such a horrifying scene made Michael stop talking.
"Come on, talk! Keep talking..."
Silly Dragon said.
"I…"
Michael had just opened his mouth when he saw Silly Dragon slapping him in the face. He was suspended in mid-air and did not dare to resist, allowing the slap to fall on his face.
“Bang!”
A red slap mark appeared on Michael's handsome face, and his body flew backwards, crashing heavily into a house, splashing a large amount of dust!
"Swish~"
Michael flew up from the dust, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked extremely ugly!
But he still didn't dare to resist!
His strength is on par with Murong Ning. Since Shalong can kill Murong Ning in seconds, he can definitely kill him in seconds!
The two powerful men, Kato Tianying and An Tianshang, also had gloomy expressions.
Oh shit!
What is going on here?
They could understand that the Demon Clan was protecting Bai Feiyu, but what did it mean that the Monster Clan was interfering now?
"How strange! Silly Dragon definitely hasn't reached level ten yet! If it were at its peak, it would make sense to reach this level! But he's clearly injured now..."
Lin Feng frowned.
The more I think about it, the more wrong it seems...
This is all so inexplicable!
Being able to kill an early Mahayana cultivator in seconds, this strength doesn't have to be at the level of transcending tribulation, but at least at the peak of Mahayana.
"Could it be..."
Lin Feng didn't know what he was thinking about, and his heart suddenly tightened.
If Silly Dragon uses some means, such as burning his blood essence, to allow himself to reach his peak state briefly, he may be able to reach this level!
"Who else?"
Silly Dragon put his hands in his pockets, extremely arrogant.
The gigantic dragon figure behind him seemed to be a nightmare in the hearts of everyone present. The oppressive feeling was so strong that it made everyone present almost breathless...
"If no one dares to say anything, I'll take everyone away!"
Silly Long gave Lin Feng a look.
Lin Feng suppressed the excitement in his heart, grabbed Li Xiaoke's hand, and followed Shalong.
When Mo Ye, An Tianshang, Michael, and Kato Tianying saw this scene, their expressions changed and they did not dare to stop it.
No doubt!
They were shocked!
Who wouldn't panic when seeing someone who is no less powerful than you being easily killed in seconds?
I could see a group of people were about to walk away.
And just at this moment.
Suddenly, a black shadow appeared in the distant sky. The black shadow walked in the air at an extremely fast speed and came close in the blink of an eye.
When I saw the face of the person coming,
Everyone present gasped!
"It turned out to be Murong Shuntian, the fourth generation ancestor of the Murong family!"
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