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"Noisy!"

Diapolo didn't want to mess with this guy with Lai. Before he could finish his words, he had already drawn out the ghost-slashing blade forged by the Yaoyang Flame Gold, dragged the flame sword light that was dozens of meters long, and slashed at him.

Horrible—

The long sword burning with raging flames slashed on the two black gold chains that appeared in front of the Ghost King Xuyan with one sword, making an extremely harsh metal friction sound, and golden sparks burst out.

"Blade of Burning?"

The ghost king Xuyan recognized the knife in Diapolo's hand at a glance and laughed, "Where did you find this kind of old antique? I thought I could deal with me with this kind of thing that had been eliminated long ago?"

"You can't be killed, but it should be fine to draw a few cuts on you."

The handsome young man with black hair was smiling, but behind him, there was a ferocious figure, covered with black scales and bone spurs, emerging. The red golden dragon's eyes were filled with desire for killing and destruction!

"Then you try it!"

More black gold chains emerged behind the ghost king, two big horns pierced the goose head, and on the body, a shell as hard as armor appeared. This ghost king showed a fighting posture that had been sharpened over the long years.

It was gloomy but not without majesty, and ferocious but not without beauty. In an instant, a body as high as 300 meters appeared in the small border town at the foot of the mountains, with hundreds of chains crossing around him.

"You will die today!"

Diapolo looked at the Ghost King who showed his true posture and then showed a hideous destructive form, because the dilapidated thatched houses around him exploded, and monsters more than ten meters long rushed out of the house.

All of them were covered with solid scales and sharp minions. After they appeared, they rushed towards the ghost king who was much taller than them regardless of life and death.

"A little funny thing, but do you think this kind of thing can kill me?"

Looking at the dragons who rushed out of every corner of the city, desperately trying to break through their defenses, rushed to his body, and biting flesh and blood, the ghost king Xuyan looked at him disdainfully.

The chains wrapped around him gently circulated, and monsters were drawn into blood mist in the air, but many monsters passed the blockade and pounced on him, trying to bite his flesh and blood, but were blocked by the thick armor on his body.

"Ha! I didn't expect these things to kill you, as long as they can distract you once, it's enough."

Diapolo took a deep breath and then exhaled it. Then he burst out from the deepest darkness from his heart and turned into a hideous demon dragon, but he was best at fighting and fighting, and every structure was born for battle and destruction.

"Why didn't you become a giant directly?"

Looking at the Dragon of Destruction rising from the ground, although the Ghost King Xuyan felt a little tricky, he didn't care too much, because the dragon itself was not on the same level as him. What he really feared was that the dragon suddenly turned into a sacred giant with a completely opposite attribute form.

"This posture is enough to solve you!"

Diapolo hovered in the sky. In the city beneath him, hundreds of monsters in the cages rushed out from the underground of the city's houses. This was a trap he had already arranged. The ghost king was arrogant and felt that it was on his territory, so he let go of his vigilance.

Of course, if there is no equal combat power restraint, these monsters will still be killed in the end. The legendary life form is completely different from other levels, and it is basically impossible to use the human sea tactic to pile them up to death.

"Yeah?"

The Ghost King Xuyan did not agree with Diapolo's extremely arrogant words. On his body, a green ghost fire began to burn, which was a force that could burn souls and blood.

He was ready to teach this thief who dared to steal his blood pool. As for staying, well, he didn't want to fight because the other party didn't seem to have cerebral palsy. He ran here to wait for him, and he must have the corresponding means. Of course, if he had the chance to leave him to death, he would never be ruthless.

Crazy...

Dozens of black and gold iron chains meandered through the air, trying to wrap around Diarboro's body like a python. However, among the inconspicuous fine scales on Diarboro's body, the sharp sword lights of the number of Zhoutian burst out. With the jingling metal hitting, all these chains were cut open in an instant, and even cut off several of them directly.

"Born trick!"

The Ghost King, who did not seem to have too powerful direct attack methods, pulled the broken chain, and the quiet ghost fire burned at the broken corner of the chain, and the broken chain was intact again in the blink of an eye.

While doing these things, the Ghost King Xuyan also controlled the chains, just like slapping a mosquito, drawing the dragon descendants and dragon beasts that wanted to pounce on him into blood mist.

Among the existing ghost kings, his methods are the simplest and simplest - the strongest defense and the strongest body, plus the strongest control means, and in the end they are ordinary, but once they are touched, the ghost fire will burn constantly.

Then he had no means, and the ghost eroded by his ghost blood was like him, with a huge body and power greater than the ghosts under the command of other ghost kings. In addition, it was just a little control method, and then nothing was gone.

But even so simple, the oldest ghost king and his men became the domineering of this endless land, and the rest of the ghost kings were unwilling to provoke him.

Diapolo, who had fought with the Void Ghost King for several rounds with his true body, also deeply realized the terror of this Ghost King, and understood why he was able to last for two thousand years and was still not replaced by later generations.

It's so cool!

The dragon's tail with sharp bone spurs at the end was slashed on the Ghost King's chest, and it only pulled out a row of sparks, leaving no decent traces behind.

After several rounds of battle, Diyapolo, who had attacked the body of the Void Ghost King for the first time, was shocked by this result. He knew how hard the scales on his body were, which was a material that could be selected by the sword cultivator to practice swords. Now, it was incredible that the defense on the Ghost King could not be broken.

"This cannot be the armor derived from his body. There is something wrong with this Ghost King!"

This kind of thought came to Diapolo's mind, and his tail was caught by the Ghost King. Then, he felt a force that could easily pull mountains and break the mountain to act on him. In this moment, Diapolo lost control of his body.

Boom!

A black shadow broke through the sky. Diapolo was caught by the Ghost King and flew out, hitting a low mountain closest to the border town. The powerful force instantly smashed the upper half of the low mountain, and then smashed the second one without bamboo. Finally, it hit the foot of the third mountain.

"Damn!"

Diapolo's head poked out of a pile of gravel, then spit out a mouthful of sand in his mouth and cursed. He originally wanted to defeat the ghost king with his own strength, but now he truly felt the insurmountable gap between himself and the present and the legend.

It’s not that memories cannot defeat disability. If his innate foundation is strong enough and his subsequent practice is amazing, he still has the glimmer of hope to defeat the legend, but his current foundation is far from enough.

"I really don't want to transform into a giant again!"

Diabolo's body shook, and directly shook the sand, soil, and rocks buried on him, and then muttered helplessly.

Because he had already noticed the changes in his thinking and psychology, he actually had a very strong empathy and compassion for the humans on this endless land.

If it was the time when he was just reincarnated as a dragon, it would be fine if he had such a mentality. Because he was born as a human being, it would be very normal to have empathy and compassion for similar existence.

But he has been a dragon for more than 50 years and has a huge dragon clan inheritance. However, his only decade of human memory has been reduced under such erosion and dilution.

Nowadays, he should treat ordinary humans like children. If he is in a good mood, he doesn't recommend helping him. If he is in a bad mood, he may step on it. If he is in a bad mood, he can't step on it. Diapolo can't be so boring.

But just as the destruction of an ant nest cannot arouse sympathy for children, but will only make him amazed and curious, a human city should not be sympathetic to Diapolo.

But he had this feeling, and he looked at the city that was wailing and screaming under the looting of the rioters, and finally took action, because if he didn't take action to stop him, he would feel really uncomfortable.

After discovering his psychological abnormality, Diapolo began to reflect on how such changes were caused. The ever-decreasing human memory could not have such an impact on him.

The only reasonable explanation is that he has been using the power of the giant one after another, and being influenced by the power of the great being, causing a slight change in his mind.

As far as rationally goes, Diapolo actually doesn't mind having compassion, because rich emotions are actually a good thing for his long existence, otherwise as time goes by, he will become indifferent to anything, and such a dragon life is too boring.

But Diapolo was very concerned that his changes were formed under the influence of external forces. So Diapolo wanted to get rid of his dependence on the power of the giant light, but now it seems that he still has to borrow it, otherwise he really can't beat the ghost king.

"Forget it, I've used it several times, and it's not bad this time, well, this is the last time!"
Chapter completed!