Chapter 419: Fire Dragon King (2)

This devours a monster that does not know how many blood and souls of Vulcan descendants have been born through the many years of Vulcan Mountain. It unscrupulously splatters its violent and unrelenting spiritual impact.
The purple enamel Jinyang furnace sprayed out the infinite flames, and a wave of golden light purple rose, and the god-like enchantment around Chutian became more and more thick and strong. With the wave of the nine-headed dragon's spirit, this layer of solid gold enchantment does not move.
The dragon egg trembled fiercely, and the tumbling flame in the Vulcan Mountain fluctuated drastically, beginning to slowly rotate with the dragon egg as the core.
After ten breaths, Chutian just came to the vicinity of the Nine-headed Dragon Egg, almost reaching out to touch the distance of the dragon egg shell. The fire inside the entire Vulcan Mountain has become a huge whirlpool. Whistling and swallowed by the dragon egg.
The devouring power of the dragon egg is so terrible. In just a few breaths, the boundless sea of ​​fire in the Vulcan mountain was swallowed up by much, and the temperature around it suddenly dropped a lot.
"There is no chance! You may resist the sword of the sword to the elders?"
The soul of Chutian holds the sharply beaten sword, and his eyes are smashed into a line. This sword is infinitely powerful, and it costs the power of ninety-nine of the golden light to suppress it. This is undoubtedly an extremely heavy burden on Chutian, and it is a huge potential threat.
In the past few months, Chutian has not been able to get any benefit from the dream.
This is the power of the Golden Light, which has been hampered by the swordsman. This has caused a great negative impact on the cultivation of Chutian’s "Dream of Dreams". Even the spread of the outside world has become extremely slow. .
It’s just that this sword is hard-won, and it’s even more endless. Chutian has been reluctant to waste it.
But today, in the face of the abominations generated by this world, it is the turn of this sword to play its role.
"Anti-Swordsmanship... In the name of anti-day, hehe, is this arrogant? Or confident?" Chu Tian muttered, he was as solid as a glass of jade, and the crystal-clear soul suddenly became dim. 90% of his soul power has entered the sword, quickly igniting the singularity of the sword, which has reached the ultimate destruction of the sword in this world.
The swordsman released a violent light, and the terrible sword was brewed in the sword. It was like a hurricane that destroyed everything. It was about to spread in all directions. Chutian slaps the sword into the dragon. eggshell.
A hair beard is made of silver and white, and the eyes are shining, like a lot of swords and swords. The face is long and like a hippo. The tall and majestic body is like the old man of the ancient pines.
The swordsmanship emits infinite precision light, all of which are made into a handle with large and small handles, different colors and strange shapes. The wind is composed of wind, fire, thunder, electricity, ice, magma, earth, starlight and so on. The sword whistling through the void, and in an instant he stabbed countless large and small wounds on the nine-headed dragon that had not yet come out of the shell.
The nine-headed dragon, who is madly devouring the outer magma, is screaming wildly, and large pieces of blood like magma are continuously ejected from it.
The old man with no expression on his face and no trace of life in his body grabbed it with his hands. The various swords of the sky suddenly condensed into his hands and eventually turned into a sharp dead tree branch.
Chu Tian’s pupil was condensed, and his spiritual knowledge locked the old man’s movements. He looked at the dead tree branch with a stunned look.
Thousands of swords and light condense, Chutian thought, appearing in the hands of the old man's virtual shadows, at least it is a delicate and exquisite weapon of the gods, but how can it be a common dead wood shoot?
The old man bowed his head and glanced at the nine faucets rising rapidly. He opened his mouth and wanted to bite him a nine-headed dragon. The three fingers of his right hand held the dead wood branches and underestimated the forward thorn.
It’s just a thorn, it’s like the winter falls on the earth, and everything is dying.
The light in the eighteen dragons of the nine-headed dragon suddenly vanished, and its intelligence was wiped away by the terrible sword of this extermination.
Chutian ignores the risk of impaired spirituality, and the spirit of death locks the action of the elderly.
The 'one sword' stabbed, and Chutian clearly saw that a sword of extinction had slammed into the body of the nine-headed dragon, just as the singer ridiculed the cow and avoided all the powerful forces that condensed in it. Smoothly smashed into its soul, like a top chef cutting sashimi, thin, delicate, meticulous, gentle, cut its soul into pieces.
Because it is the monster of the blood and soul of countless creatures, the soul of the nine-headed dragon is very powerful, but the interior is full of cracks that are not smooth and left behind.
The sword that the old man gave out by the shadow of the hand was breaking the cracks almost at the same time.
The soul of the nine-headed dragon is like a beautiful and fragile crystal statue, which is directly shattered by the sword.
The huge body of the nine-headed dragon suddenly became stiff, and there was no movement in the quiet suspension.
The shadow of the old man scatters, and the general sword of the gossamer turns into a chill of light from his body, like a gorgeous light rain.
In the heavenly realm of Chutian, the golden light violently beats, and the cold light of the sword is constantly absorbed by the golden light. On the golden light, a clear broken sky sword is rapidly formed. And soon it grew to an extremely terrible point.
The eggshell of Jiudoulong also began to disintegrate. Numerous weird natural roads formed by the flame avenue turned into bonfires, and were also absorbed by the golden lights.
On the golden light, the celestial light of the fire shines brightly, and it becomes instantly dazzling in the light. A complex and complicated rune is like a blooming flower, and it blooms around the sky of fire.
After a quarter of an hour, the eggshell of the nine-headed dragon disappeared completely. Only the huge, riddled body of the nine-headed dragon was suspended in the boundless fire. The flame is still spontaneously flowing into the broken body of the nine-headed dragon. The soul is broken, but the physical activity is still there. The wound is healing rapidly.
Chu Yu's 'haha' screamed and rushed over. He danced to the body of the nine-headed dragon. He smirked toward Chutian: "Big brother, I am a ghost, and I am missing a ghost king who leads the millions of ghosts." Haha, this nine-headed dragon is so strong, give it to me?"
Chutian just nodded, Chu Yu screamed, and Wan Gui spurted a smoldering wind on the Zongtu, and the huge body of the nine-headed dragon was caught in the scroll.
After an hour, Chu Hao slammed his sword and cut his wrist veins, spraying a lot of blood on the Wan Ghost Chaozong map.
With the continuous supply of the stars, the fountain on the wrist of Chu is sprayed. After more than an hour, the whole 10,000-ghost dynasty became a color.
A low-pitched dragon screamed slowly from the Wan Ghost to the Zongtu.
It is faintly visible that countless evil spirits on the scroll are all on the ground, including twelve huge demon gods, all of whom are entangled in the throne, and the nine-headed bonfire dragon king who worships for thousands of miles worships.
"Fire Dragon King Cheng! Haha, see me Chu two less sweeping the world, which is my opponent?"
Chu Yu looked at the changes of the Wan Ghost Chao Zongtu, laughing wildly, laughing and squirting the blood from the wound.