Lian Yunchao and Lin Tianyi were not trying to stop others from saving Li Zisheng's life. They were just too concerned about the Dragon Pen and forgot about this. They thought that the two immortals from the Tie family were going to enter the field to snatch them, so they stood in front of them.

Of course, they left the rules they set behind their heads. Now, after Hu Zihan and Tie Wanchen said this, their faces were a little embarrassed.

Lian Yunchao took a step back and smiled awkwardly: "Don't get me wrong..."

As soon as he said that Hu Zihan and Tie Wanchen in front of him looked different, and then he felt that the situation in the ring behind him had changed a lot.

A strong aura appeared in the ring.

This breath is vast and vast.

Even though Lian Yunchao is a Qi Refining Immortal, in front of this aura, he was like a little rabbit staring at by an eagle, with hairs standing up all over his body and cold sweat oozing his forehead. What's even more amazing is that this aura made his whole body's true energy pause.

He turned around involuntarily and looked into the field...

Not only him, the other three immortals were not much better. Whether it was Hu Zihan and Tie Wanchen who were originally preparing to take action, or Lin Tianyi who wanted to explain, they all looked into the venue together.

However, they were still lucky. When this aura appeared, ordinary acquired cultivators and innate real people were fine. Of course, because they were all sitting in their seats and did not sit on the ground to make a fool of themselves, most of the cultivators' true energy in their bodies automatically operated, allowing them to maintain the last bit of clarity in their brains.

Those mortals who were watching the battle were in trouble, and it was not unusual for them to be unable to control their sphincters. It was a blessing to faint with one eye. There were a few unlucky ghosts with relatively weak bodies who stopped beating due to fear, and no one could notice them at the scene. They died like this.

Li Zisheng's regretful intestines were blue at this moment, because he learned the meaning of the runes that Wang Anlin was depicting with a Shenglong pen through the Xingcha Yuanling Translation Machine above his head.

That rune is different from the general higher-level rune, which is a complex pattern composed of basic patterns. This rune itself has only one meaning, that is, dragon!

The superior creature in the Great Jiuzhou World, dragon.

This will be Wang Anlin’s biggest killer weapon, Fulong!

Although humans are now the true rulers of the Middle Ages, humans were once members of the demon race. The fear of superior creatures is profound in their genetic factors and has not faded with time.

Only cultivators can fight against such pressure, which is probably one of the major reasons why the demon gods wanted to wipe out human cultivators back then.

Because since they practiced, they were no longer afraid, and at least they could overcome some of the fear.

This pressure is different from the innate pressure that acts on the activity of the human brain, and also from the qi refining pressure that affects the circulation of true qi in the body, and is different from the qi refining pressure that directly suppresses the human primordial spirit. The dragon energy that awakens ancient memories in human cells.

Only by practicing can we change the composition of human "molecular" levels and get rid of such innate memories, so that we will not lose our ability to be independent due to this difference in biological levels.

In any case, cultivation is indeed the greatest support for human beings to break away from the rule of demon gods.

However, with the protection of Chiyou Banner, Li Zisheng was not afraid of the aura of the ancient giant beast emitted by the rune. However, the energy of the weather around him became chaotic at this time. No, it should be said to be violent. He could not even restrain the movement of the true energy in his body.

The long sword of flame in his hand was also unable to maintain due to the riot of energy. It flashed a few times and then went out.

Even though he tried his best to suppress and wanted to break free from the crisis of waiting for death, no matter how he did, he could not get the out-of-control true energy in his body back on track. He could only stand there and watch his opponent complete the rune.

Wang Anlin's appearance became thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye. His body trembled even more as if it was the last dead leaf in the cold wind. He was extracting his own vitality to complete the rune.

Finally, without anyone disturbing him, he tried his best to complete the last move.

Wang Anlin rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, not knowing life and death, and he was still holding the Shenglong Pen that had recovered from its original form in his hand.

The chaotic and violent energy was concentrated around the runes. The red runes did not dissipate. They were constantly twisting and changing, as if they were repeating the life process of a creature from fertilization, to egg formation, to hatching, to growth and finally to growth.

After only one or two breaths, a dragon with teeth and claws appeared in front of everyone.

Of course, this is not a real dragon, but a structured rune and vital energy as flesh and blood. But the most important thing is a phantom formed by part of the true dragon soul in the Dragon Pendant Pen.

This black dragon is actually not big, with its head and tail only about ten feet. When it rolls up, it only occupies half of the arena. Including the clouds and mists around it, it can see its tiger whiskers and morsels, its body is like a snake, its scales are like a fish, its horns are like a deer, its claws are like a dragon eagle, it is still quite like it.

Because Wang Anlin's cultivation level is limited, he can provide even less essence and blood. This phantom is actually not perfect, and the details are quite vague. Some parts are like graffiti in childish children, and some parts are simply blank, and about one-third of their body is like a real dragon.

But only one third is enough. Its pair of eyes that flashed with fierce light stared at Li Zisheng, making his whole body feel like a falling from an ice cellar, and he couldn't move at all.

This is the pressure caused by the difference in biological levels, which is so terrifying.

Although this talisman dragon is only one-third of the magic weapon Yuan Spirit on the Dragon Rising Pen, and as a magic weapon Yuan Spirit, the black dragon soul is actually ruined. However, the class difference between them is too great.

This time I really underestimated the heroes of the world! Mr. Li San, who had become popular, could only sigh in his heart at this moment.

At this moment, the vital energy around him was no longer so rioting, and the true energy in Li Zisheng's body began to resume operation. Although it did not reach a normal level, at least it gave him the ability to move. In fact, he was the only one in the field at this time, he was the only one in the field with the ability to move.

But as a soldier of the Liberator Legion, he never sat there and waited for death. Even if the hope was slim, he would fight until the last moment!

"Hulala."

Two red flame swords appeared in Li Zisheng's hand, and he turned into two long whips with a casual swing. Unfortunately, the long whip made of these two flames burned weakly and seemed to be extinguished immediately.

The black dragon stretched out its body and pounced on it.

The third young master Li did not dodge or avoid, but instead rushed forward and chanted: "The long tassel is tied up with the Canglong!"

Two long red whips whipped at the black talisman dragon...

At the same time, Li Zisheng shouted in his heart: "Come out, Mr. Tianmo!"

Of course, he also has his own trump card.

Li Zisheng's eyes turned dark. When he came to his senses, he heard a familiar voice.

"Hello, young liberator."

Li Zisheng looked around and found that he had once again come to a strange space. In the space where he was floating, countless silk threads were connected to a ball of existence that could not be seen clearly by the naked eye and could not be described by words, but Mr. Li was very sure that He was in front of him.

This existence is like a spider, staying in the center of a net composed of countless optical fibers.

Suddenly, a silk thread lit up from the other end connecting the dark space, and countless light spots entered the body of the indescribable thing along the thread. Li Zisheng looked closely and saw that the light balls were covered with human or human-like faces.

There were different expressions on those faces, either pain, relief, anger, or condensation... In short, as long as the expressions he thought of could be found on these faces.

No one told him that this is the soul, and that this is the food for this old acquaintance, an indescribable thing.

Mr. Li calmed down and asked, "Is it you? Mr. Tianmo, it's been a long time since I saw you."

"Haha, yes, it's been a long time since we met. I didn't expect you to take the initiative to find me."

Speaking of which, Mr. Li San hadn't met the demon for more than two years. He even forgot about himself... Well, I don't know where there is such an indescribable existence with souls as food.

But this time he always felt a little strange. How to say it, the demons he faced before always felt that they were not like living creatures, but today the darkness he faced was purer and more vital. Moreover, at this critical moment, looking for himself... I don't think there is anything good to do.

He was "relent" about the demon's extortion last time, otherwise he would not have stopped summoning it. In fact, Li Zisheng's subconscious fear of this demon was the biggest reason.

The demon seemed to see his doubts and said, "Don't be afraid or panic. I am still me, but this is just another me."

It paused and chuckled, "Young Liberator, are you looking for me this time for the little guy outside?"

The Liberator Legion warrior nodded awkwardly.

"Hahaha, it's pretty good, it's rare for you to have some thoughts. Well, it looks delicious, I've accepted this gift!"

Li Zisheng was delighted. The demon he encountered today seemed to be more humane, so he smiled and bowed and said, "Mr. Tianmo, please don't be polite, please."

"Well, thank you for the hospitality, we have a long way to go..."

Li Zisheng's eyes lit up and he returned to the arena. At this time, the Canglong had disappeared, and the tens of thousands of spectators in the field were silent, all looking at him like a monster.

In the eyes of others, this young cultivator in the acquired realm waved two long whips of flames and said an inappropriate poem. Before the two long whips that seemed to be extinguished at any time were sucked on Fulong's body...

The blue dragon seemed to have never appeared before and disappeared in front of everyone!
Chapter completed!