The lucky golden dragon, born with the day of Mao?

In the realm of light.

At this moment, everyone in front of the Palace of Light was shocked.

"I, Yan Chuan is really against the will of heaven? That is the Taoist Lord Maori, that is the Taoist Lord Maori!" The righteous Eastern Sect exclaimed.

Not only the oriental ones, Meng Rongrong also covered her mouth at this moment, afraid that she would scream.

The previous scene, the scene of tearing Taoist Lord, was too hot and too fierce. It was the strongest group of people in the world. The violent tearing seemed to be like everyone's blood boiling.

I don't believe it, I can't believe it! But it happened in front of me.

The powerful tear showed Yan Chuan's male domineering to the fullest. Meng Rongrong's breathing became very rapid when she saw this scene.

After taking a few deep breaths to calm down the turmoil in my heart, Meng Rongrong looked at Yan Chuan again, and the complexity in her eyes had changed.

The other three people who entered together were also extremely shocked, only Meng Lingtian, whose eyes narrowed slightly at this moment.

"The legend seems to be true. Someone did it, but someone actually did it!" Meng Lingtian said to himself-

Tianshu Square!

"Un~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

The lucky golden dragon possessed by Yan Chuan raised his head and roared, dancing all over his body, showing his vast and domineering aura.

In Tianshu Square, the previous shock gradually recovered.

Meng Ziqiu and others were beating wildly.

"Mao Ri Daojun? He tore Mao Ri Daojun!"

"Qi Realm, I have torn up the Shangxu Realm? Am I crazy, or is this world crazy?"

"I'm crazy!"

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The voice of discussion began to sound, and everyone from all directions was excited, and the sound of madness was heard.

Since the Tianshu Conference was held, it has become too much known to everyone. In today's battle, the name of Yan Chuan will surely resound throughout the East and even throughout the world.

What a shocking scene!

In the last session, the Blood Demon was born and fought hard in all directions!

This session is simply indescribable. Since the Emperor, it has been challenging the nerves of the cultivators.

"hold head high!"

The dragon roar ended, and the lucky golden dragon suddenly waved its body, twisted its body, and suddenly swooped down.

Around the golden dragon, whirlwinds were rippling, and the dragon head was suddenly appearing among the five figures.

The Holy Son of Gu Yue, Chang San, King of Qin, King of Chess, and King of Books!

"Hu!" The strong wind blew, and the dragon head stopped in front of the Holy Son of Gu Yue.

The Holy Son of Gu Yue covered his chest, blood was overflowing with the corners of his mouth, and his eyelids pounded wildly.

Today's scene has had a huge blow to the Holy Son of Gu Yue, so great that the Holy Son of Gu Yue could hardly accept this sudden fact.

My father, who was so arrogant and invincible in the past, was actually torn to death by Yan Chuan, an ant. Although it was just a merit and Dharma appearance, it was still possessed by his father after all. He was torn to death by being a sentient being? It was torn to death!

This scene completely overturned the cognition of the Holy Son of Gu Yue. It was too terrifying and impossible!

The dragon head instantly appeared in front of the Holy Son of Gu Yue, and a fierce and violent aura turned to Gu Yue.

"tread!"

Gu Yue took a step back unconsciously. Although it was just a subconscious step, it exposed the inner fear of the Holy Son of Gu Yue. An instinctive fear. Unlike the last time the Jade Emperor Sword Formation retreated, the retreat was not as strong as that time, but he did not admit defeat in his heart. His strong will was still there, but at this moment, his will was retreated by Yan Chuan. He was surrendering in his heart.

If Yan Chuan does not die, he will always become the inner demon of the Holy Son of Gu Yue, so that his cultivation will be difficult to improve again.

One person floated in the air, as if all the people in the world were at their feet.

The great oppression is the whole city of Julu City!

"Father, father, you are here so soon?" The Holy Son of Gu Yue shouted excitedly.

Father?

On the square, the cultivators who were not kneeling down by the momentum all changed their faces.

There is only one father of the Holy Son of Gu Yue, Daojun of Maori!

There is no golden light everywhere, only the momentum is emitted. This is not the appearance of merit and Dharma. This is the essence of Taoist Lord Mao Ri. Is the essence there?

So fast?

Meng Ziqiu and others' expressions changed. Even Daojun could not have arrived so quickly. There is only one possibility. Daojun, Maori, was not far from here?

The Taoist Lord Mao Ri has arrived! In that huge momentum, there is a great anger.

The merits and Dharma images are torn apart, which is not only a little weakening of power, but more of a provocation of majesty, no, it is trampling!

Yan Chuan just trampled on the majesty of Taoist Lord Maori!

"call!"

Almost for a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Yanchuan and the lucky golden dragon.

"Oh no, what should I do now?" Mo Yuxi's face changed.

In the realm of light.

"Mao Ri Daojun, I, why is he here? So soon? Yan Chuan is going to be miserable, it's really miserable!" The Eastern righteous suddenly said worriedly.

Meng Rongrong also frowned deeply.

"Teacher!" Meng Rongrong finally couldn't help looking at Meng Lingtian.

Meng Lingtian did not speak, but looked at the lucky golden dragon with his eyes shining brightly.

"It remains unchanged when the crisis is coming? This Yan Chuan is amazing. He has already reached this point and his expression has not moved?" Meng Lingtian sighed.

Meng Lingtian said that everyone looked at the lucky golden dragon almost at the same time. Indeed, although the lucky golden dragon was trembling with the momentum of the Taoist Lord Mao Ri, his eyes were still domineering and fierce!

"How could it be?" Everyone said in surprise.

Above Tianshu Square.

Mao said Daojun looked at the lucky golden dragon coldly, and the lucky golden dragon also looked at Mao said Daojun coldly.

"hold head high!"

With a dragon roar, the lucky golden dragon suddenly waved its dragon body and headed towards Yan Chuan's original body.

"Boom!"

The countless sword energy surrounding Yan Chuan's original body suddenly scattered, and in a blink of an eye only one Jade Emperor sword was left. The Jade Emperor sword formation was removed!

"hold head high!"

The lucky golden dragon roared and rushed straight to Fengshence.

"boom!"

The lucky golden dragon rushed into Fengshence, but Yan Chuan's original body suddenly opened his eyes.

Mao said Daojun looked at Yan Chuan coldly. Yan Chuan opened his eyes and looked at Mao said Daojun coldly.

"Hmph, luck golden dragon? Yan Chuan? I said that I would break you into thousands of pieces and never be reborn forever! What I said will definitely be fulfilled!" Mao Yue Daojun said in a cold tone.

As he spoke, the void around him was frozen by the cold air, and a large amount of frost and snow suddenly fell.

Yan Chuanqiu Rao was waiting, but Yan Chuan looked at Mao and said Daojun coldly, showing a hint of sneer.

"You heard what I said just now?" Yan Chuan said coldly.

"Oh?" Mao Yue Daojun looked at Yan Chuan unexpectedly.

Is this person really crazy? He dares to speak even if he is here?

"Where comes from, go back to! Don't try to provoke me!" Yan Chuan's eyes glared and threatened with a cold voice.

Don’t try to provoke me? On the square, countless cultivators were petrified again, including the Holy Son of Gu Yue, who opened his mouth and looked at Yan Chuan as if he had spilled it.

"What did I hear?"

"Am I crazy again? Or is this world crazy again?"

"He is threatening Mao to say Taoist lord?"

"It seems that I'm crazy again!"

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The cultivators around him stared at Yan Chuan in a daze. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!