The leader of the Qinglian Sect was even more dumbfounded. While fighting against the violent golden dragon, he asked Yang Zhen and Lin Miaoyi to get out of the way.

Yang Zhen couldn't tell whether the golden dragon was real or fake. The breath of life on its body was too strong. Even if it was fake, it was a high-quality imitation.

"Your Qinglian Sect had a giant dragon before?"

And it's a giant golden dragon, Yang Zhen turned and asked Lin Miaoyi, pulling Lin Miaoyi to a place where the battle would not affect her.

This was simply a fight between gods. The terrifying air waves covered the sky and the sun. Just the terrifying roar of the golden dragon was enough to make Yang Zhen's eardrums hurt.

Especially the terrifying strength of the Qinglian Sect Master, Yang Zhen was stunned.

Damn it, if that old madman Feng Li Dasheng is so powerful, then why bother fighting? I can just go back home.

Yang Zhen really missed the smell of smog on the blue planet.

At this moment, Zhou Tong suddenly fell from mid-air with a thud, and he was furious. He pointed at the air and said, "Fake Taoist, you bastard, why don't you help me?"

The fake Taoist laughed strangely and said, "This giant worm has already broken through the final stage of its strength. In this situation, I have to take care of myself, so how can I have the time to care about you, an old thing?"

Yang Zhen was stunned. He had seen Zhou Tong's strength before, but facing the golden dragon, he was in danger of being knocked down?

Just when Yang Zhen was surprised, Zhou Tong jumped up again. Not long after, the fake Taoist priest fell down with a plop.

Zhou Tong laughed loudly, his words full of contempt, and shouted at the fake Taoist priest: "Fake Taoist priest, you bastard, you finally got what you deserved. The way you landed was a bit ugly."

The fake Taoist priest was lying face down, covered in dust and dirt. He stared at Zhou Tong coldly, then rushed back into the battle without saying a word.

Yang Zhen looked up at the golden dragon and suddenly felt something strange.

At this time, Lin Miaoyi suddenly shook her head and said, "The history of Qinglian Sect does not mention the existence of giant dragons. Could it be that the ancestor tamed a giant golden dragon before refining it?"

Seeing the admiration in Lin Miaoyi's eyes, Yang Zhen rolled his eyes at Lin Miaoyi.

Haha, woman, I’m afraid you have some misunderstanding about the golden dragon.

According to the description of that bastard Jianmao, if it was a real golden dragon, if it could break through the final blow of its strength, even ten Qinglian Sect masters would be beaten up.

The golden dragon is a wild creature that is born with a sanctified body and has a terrifying power that can tear apart the heavens. Although the golden dragon in front of him looks terrifying and can even beat the leader of the Qinglian Sect, Yang Zhen always has a feeling that this thing is fake. Its movements seem natural and natural, but the aura in its eyes does not seem like that of a living creature.

If it was a real golden dragon, it would have been furious long ago, because dragons all have bad tempers.

But the golden dragon in front of him had empty eyes, as if it didn't see the leader of Qinglian Sect and others, and just kept fighting.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhen was almost more certain that the golden dragon in front of him should be just a puppet.

Damn it, what kind of puppet is so scary? Yang Zhen's face flashed with a look of doubt and uncertainty, and he turned to Lin Miaoyi and said, "Sister Lin, please protect me!"

Lin Miaoyi was shocked, looked at Yang Zhen in surprise and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Yang Zhen curled his lips and muttered, "Of course it's to slay the dragon. You want to do it but you don't let me do it."

Oh, woman!

Yang Zhen ignored Lin Miaoyi. At this time, it seemed that Lin Miaoyi had nothing else to do except protecting him.

When Yang Zhen immersed all his mind in it, he suddenly discovered something different in the air.

Strands of almost imperceptible energy came from directly below the huge coffin and connected to the body of the golden dragon.

These wisps of energy are not the aura of power, but a kind of existence similar to a spider web, invisible and colorless, difficult to see with the naked eye, and even difficult for the soul to detect.

If Yang Zhen had not been well versed in the Heavenly Book's Life-Attack Chapter, he would not have been able to discover this crucial point at all.

Just look at the Qinglian Sect’s leaders and their companions, they had been fighting with the giant golden dragon in mid-air for such a long time, yet no one had noticed that the giant golden dragon was actually fake.

Plop! Another muffled sound was heard, and Zhou Tong fell from midair and landed next to Yang Zhen. Seeing Yang Zhen's appearance, a puzzled look appeared on his face, and he asked Lin Miaoyi next to him, "What is this kid doing?"

Lin Miaoyi glared at Yang Zhen and said, "He said he wanted to slay the dragon!"

"Dragon slayer?"

Zhou Tong smiled like a 200-pound fat man, waved his hand and said, "Boy, don't waste your time. I don't know what's wrong with this golden dragon. The wounds on its body heal automatically. No matter how hard we hit it, it won't die. Several of us are almost dead from exhaustion. Could this be the legendary dragon?"

Damn the immortal dragon.

Yang Zhen rolled his eyes at Zhou Tong, opened his eyes and said, "If there is an immortal being, with the terrifying potential of human cultivators, they would have already figured out how to achieve immortality."

Zhou Tong was stunned, as if he felt that what Yang Zhen said made some sense, and muttered to himself: "Are those legends of the immortal dragon all false?"

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

This is how the collapse of a belief occurred.

Glancing at Zhou Tong who was doubting his life, Yang Zhen stood up and said, "Look, I will kill you, the immortal dragon."

Zhou Tong laughed loudly, pointed at Yang Zhen and said, "You? Even the leader of the Qinglian Sect couldn't do anything with this giant golden dragon. You'd better not go up there and die with your small body."

"What if I could kill this dragon?" Yang Zhen blinked at Zhou Tong.

Zhou Tong glanced at the giant golden dragon that was chasing the leader of the Qinglian Sect and the others around, sneered, and said, "If you kill this dragon, I will be your disciple for another hundred years, a total of two hundred years, and I will also marry Miss Lin to you. How about that?"

Lin girl? Yang Zhen was stunned and glanced at Lin Miaoyi, who drew her sword and rushed towards Zhou Tong.

Zhou Tong let out a strange cry and turned around and ran away, saying as he ran: "Boy, Miss Lin is shy, I can really make the decision on this matter."

As he spoke, Zhou Tong rushed back into the battle. Lin Miaoyi thought for a moment and did not dare to chase him. She returned to Yang Zhen angrily and said in a cold voice, "Elder Zhou Tong is disrespectful. Don't listen to his nonsense."

Yang Zhen nodded and said as he walked: "Although this old man Zhou Tong is a little disrespectful, his words are still firm. If he said he would be my disciple for a hundred years, then he would be my disciple for a hundred years. If he said the price would be a hundred years, then he would add a hundred years. If he is talking about matchmaking with Miss Lin..."

"Yang Zhen, stop right there!" Lin Miaoyi chased after him from behind.

Roar! A thunderous roar came from midair, and Yang Zhen and Lin Miaoyi were caught off guard and rolled on the ground.

The leader of the Qinglian Sect roared angrily, and the sword in his hand swelled up in the wind, slashing at the golden dragon with the force to tear through space, but was bounced away by a force similar to the protective holy force.

The more Yang Zhen looked at it, the more delighted he became. This was simply a powerful weapon for killing people and robbing, and for showing off.

Under the dumbfounded gazes of Zhou Tong and others, Yang Zhen leapt to the place where the energy was emanating and pressed his hands heavily on the ground.

"Heaven and earth are dark and yellow, Hallelujah, the Supreme Lord Laozi is about to issue an order, Amen!"

Boom! A series of earth-shattering noises were heard, and the entire ground was almost lifted up. The golden dragon in the air gradually shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye as everyone stared in amazement.

Zhou Tong's eyes almost popped out of his head, and he muttered to himself, "What kind of spell is this bastard chanting?"

(End of this chapter)