"Longzi, this person is a real immortal. Do you really want to kill him?"
A dragon commander who was in the middle of a battle asked in a dilemma.
"Kill! This immortal is in cahoots with the evildoers and is in cahoots with them. He's no longer worthy of being an immortal. Just kill him! With my grandfather, the Five Water Dragon God, backing him up, what are you afraid of? Useless things, are you being kept here just for fun? It takes a thousand days to raise an army, but only a moment to deploy it. Have you become accustomed to a life of luxury? This time, you couldn't even break into a monster town!"
Upon hearing this, several dragon commanders looked at each other, and then stopped holding back and attacked the Yellow Turban strongmen to death.
For a moment, the battle situation seemed to have changed. The Yellow Turban warriors gradually fell into a disadvantage and were about to be suppressed.
The Black Bear King on the ground looked terrified. He looked at the Yellow Turban strongman in horror at how brave he was. He then glanced at Zhang Ling who was drinking and eating, looking leisurely and comfortable. It seemed that the other party was not worried about the strongman's situation at all.
The Black Bear King couldn't help but sigh in his heart: As expected, such a peerless immortal, any grass-headed god under his command is as invincible as a god of war.
Although Zhang Ling did not raise his eyes to witness the battle, his mind had already been connected with the Yellow Turban strongman. Although he was sitting below, he was well aware of the situation on the battlefield and knew every detail clearly.
The battle above the clouds was changing rapidly. Several dragons used their true forms to suppress the Yellow Turban warrior, but they could not kill it.
Zhang Ling saw it very clearly. This Yellow Turban warrior had indeed learned several of the Seventy-two Disha Transformations.
For example, when facing a crucial crisis, the Yellow Turban warriors would use the magical power of "fragmentation", separating their entire body into countless small pieces to avoid the opponent's fatal blow, and then restore their true form to continue fighting.
Just relying on this one move, he was already invincible, making the faces of these dragon commanders extremely ugly, and unable to really kill the Yellow Turban warriors.
The magical power of the Seventy-two Earthly Transformations is an extremely precious immortal skill even in the Heavenly Court, comparable to the Eight or Nine Profound Arts. It follows the principle of not passing the law on to the six ears. Unless one has a great opportunity and great fortune, or is the bearer of destiny, it is almost impossible to obtain the way to this method, let alone study it. One does not even have the qualifications to peek into it.
Zhang Ling nodded without comment, and was quite satisfied with the Yellow Turban warrior's performance in this battle.
After all, it had only been a short time since he taught the Yellow Turban warrior the magical power of the 72 Earthly Transformations. It was surprising that the other party was able to use it freely in such a short period of time, which showed that he was extremely talented.
"Useless! A bunch of useless people! They've been eating like idiots in the Water Palace all day, and now they can't even take down a big fool!"
Above the clouds in the sky, the dragon son was furious and shouted at the shrimp soldiers, crab generals and the dragon commander in frustration.
This time, it was embarrassed in front of so many stinky mountain elves and monsters, and was laughed at by them. How could it not be angry and furious?
"Burn your blood, the dragon race cannot be insulted!"
Several dragon commanders were helpless and burned their blood and energy, ready to fight for their lives, hoping to open a gap and capture the Yellow Turban warrior.
Phew!
A sharp dragon-shaped sword cut off the head of the Yellow Turban warrior, immediately attracting applause from the dragon son.
"well!"
However, it also made the monsters on the ground look ashen and uneasy. They showed extremely miserable and sad expressions, and looked up at the Yellow Turban warrior whose head was cut off with loneliness and helplessness.
The Black Bear King's heart suddenly beat fast, and he looked at the young man in blue beside him with some panic.
He knew this man's background. Now that his guardian deity had been killed, he would surely be enraged. When he went berserk, there would probably be no grass left in the Green Grass Lake area.
However, what the Black Bear King did not expect was that the young man in blue did not show any emotion at all, but continued to sit in his seat without moving.
Zhang Ling could feel that the Yellow Turban warrior's breath was steady. Although he had difficulty resisting the fatal blow launched by the dragon commanders at the cost of burning his blood and essence, his real body took it head-on, but it seemed that his real body's origin was not damaged, and it was suspected that he still had a backup plan.
"Hahahaha, good good good!"
The dragon son in the clouds clapped his hands in praise, cheering with great joy, and then revealed a ferocious look: "Charge down, kill them all for this prince! Don't spare a single one!"
Just as he finished speaking, there was a breeze that blew by, and then there was another sound of "dong dong dong", like the beating of deafening bells and drums. This drum sound was not the drum beaten by the navy, but the sound of a beating heart.
Not long after, the headless Yellow Turban warrior actually grew a new head, and it was exactly the same as the original head, with no difference, and still looked very flexible.
This is one of the 72 magical powers of Disha, continued!
Zhang Ling suddenly felt an impulse, his mind moved slightly, and then he smiled.
It turned out that this Yellow Turban strongman had long been connected with him by blood, and they had the same mind and blood. He had already learned the magical skills and Five Thunders Orthodoxy taught to him earlier in an instant. The reason why he didn't use them much was because this Yellow Turban strongman was slow-witted, not flexible enough, and didn't know how to adapt. Therefore, he could only instinctively use the corresponding magical skills in critical moments. Otherwise, according to the Earthly Evil Technique and Five Thunders Orthodoxy he had learned, these navy and those dragons in front of him would definitely not be his opponents!
"this……"
When the dragon son and several dragon commanders above the clouds saw that the yellow-turbaned warrior was so terrifying, and even grew a new head after being exposed to the pure dragon power, they couldn't help but start to doubt the dragon body. What kind of monster was this and why was it so terrifying?
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