Chapter 1794: Tong Yalong

King Qingyou was so angry that the dignified pure-blooded Qinglong, the proud son of the dragon clan, was knocked back here by a young boy.
"The child is looking for death!"
The vast dragon yin fell from the sky into this hall.
King Qingyou didn't know Qin Xuan. He had been warned by his elders as soon as he walked out of the Dragon Tomb. The name of Emperor Qing could crush the sky of stars.
But he didn't know Qin Xuan under such an appearance, such a young child.
The body of the green dragon, above this hall, seemed like a towering mountain range, with dragon scales enshrined in the gods.
boom!
I saw that a dragon claw pierced through the hall of that first grade, and directly shattered a piece of the roof.
Yipin Zhibao, under this blue dragon, is like tofu, easily crushed into powder.
Qin Xuan's gaze was leisurely, and there seemed to be bright stars in his eyes.
Immediately, he stepped on his foot, and his young body rose into the air to meet the claws of the blue dragon.
Faint purple lines appeared on the body of his three-year-old boy.
Bahuang combat body, the power of Hongmeng!
boom!
In an instant, he dashed directly into the claws of the Azure Dragon like a cannonball.
King Qingyou roared, and the dragon's claws were about to gather up, trying to crush the ant-like young child directly.
The next moment, King Qingyou's expression suddenly froze, and a terrifying roar erupted from under his Azure Dragon's claws.
The surrounding space was shattered every inch, not only that, but King Qingyou only felt that under the dragon's claws, it was not a child, but a horned dragon.
The terrifying force unexpectedly made his dragon float, and even if the Qingyou King's dragon body twisted and oscillated, it was difficult to hold down the young boy for half a minute.
With dragon claws like the sky, Qin Xuan held one hand in it, with a faint smile on his mouth.
"Little Qinglong, dare to be presumptuous in front of me!?"
In those eyes that should have been innocent and innocent, there was a hint of watching all beings.
Qin Xuan stepped on and passed the gathered dragon claws, and walked quickly on top of the dragon claws.
Every step, like a flashing teleport, skimmed the dragon claws and scales until it climbed onto the body of the blue dragon.
The petite and exquisite body looked like a white dust on the body of King Qingyou.
Immediately, Qin Xuan stepped on his feet, and the dragon scales under his feet were suddenly shattered into powder.
Not only that, but the body of King Qingyou sank under this step, and couldn't help but let out a whine.
Above the pair of dragon's horns, there was a sudden thunder that smashed down and rushed towards Qin Xuan.
Qin Xuan didn't avoid it, letting the blue dragon thunder fall.
In the thunder light, Qin Xuan's white clothes were not damaged, and cracks continued to spread under his feet.
Fight nine styles, step on Vientiane!
With one step, King Qingyou seemed to be crushed by him.
"This point of Thunder is too weak, it can't even be compared with Heavenly Tribulation!"
Qin Xuan spoke, but his voice was more like a child's muttering, as if dissatisfied with the toy in front of him, his appearance was really cute.
But under his feet, the terrifying dragon body of King Qingyou sank directly into the earth, and how many monks of the Imperial Heaven Sect fled in panic, looking at the giant falling from the sky.
Boom boom boom...
The mountain fell, the ground cracked, and blood was splashed. Under the dragon of King Qingyou, everything was almost turned into nothingness.
Qin Xuan stepped leisurely on this Qingyou King, and every step forward, he crossed a distance of thousands of meters, but this Qingyou King was like a worm under his feet, his body sank a point, the dragon scales were broken, and the dragon blood splashed.
At this moment, King Qingyou was even more frightened.
He couldn't imagine that he would be trampled on by a three-year-old child.
But that kind of great power is nothing more than crossing the Tribulation Realm, or banishing immortals.
No matter how hard he struggles with the dragon body, he can't escape the feet of that young boy.
There was only one unbelievable, extremely frightened anger, resounding above the Imperial Heaven Sect, and Qingyou King constantly struggling, twisting the dragon body, shattering the earth, the mountains, and turning into nothingness.
Until, Qin Xuan appeared on the huge dragon head of Qingyou King.
He quietly looked at the double dragon horns, as if he was pondering.
"After all, it is the horn of the pure blood blue dragon. If it is used for soaking wine, I think Senior Sister Chang Yan will like it!"
He opened his mouth, like a ray of light in his innocent eyes.
This sentence even made the many sages of Yu Tianzong fall into dead silence.
Soak the dragon horns of King Qingyou in wine! ?
That kid...
Some people recognized Qin Xuan's identity, but some people haven't responded yet.
Fairy Yusheng couldn't help taking a breath, she looked at the young boy on the dragon head of the Qingyou King.
Is the power of Qingdi?
The corner of Yusheng Fairy's mouth is bitter, but there is a trace of awe in her eyes.
This is the Azure Emperor, the horror is here!
Yutianxianjun was already stunned, and Qin Xuan's words lingered in his ears, and his heart was even more shocked.
King Qingyou was even more furious, "You are crazy, dare you!"
In the midst of his roaring Dragon Yin, Qin Xuan's immature little hand had already touched the dragon horn.
Qin Xuan exerted a slight force on the palm of his hand.
Five fingers seemed to pinch the horn of the Azure Dragon.
The corner of his mouth was slightly raised, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes.
"Get up!"
With just one word, the next moment, the dragon's horns suddenly rose into the sky, carrying dragon scales and flesh and blood, and more dragon blood like a spring, rushing to the sky.
The wailing and painful groaning of King Qingyou resounded throughout the world at this moment.
The dragon's horn was pulled off forcibly, this kind of pain, I am afraid that King Qingyou has never endured this life.
Even the last time King Qingyou was interrupted by Yutianxianjun's keel, he had never had such pain.
What's more, this kind of humiliation made King Qingyou mad, and there was even a trace of panic in the deepest part of his heart.
Who the is this young boy! ?
It's too scary!
When he faced this young boy, he didn't look like this blue dragon at all, but like a caterpillar, and was ravaged by this young boy wantonly.
Qin Xuan pinched the keel, like a mayfly carrying a huge wood, and he threw it straight away.
"Qinglian, you help me put it away first!"
"I'll take another dragon horn!"
In Qinglong's pain and anger, Qin Xuan's milky voice came out slowly.
Afterwards, Longjiao threw into the air and landed in front of Mo Qinglian.
Mo Qinglian squeezed Ling Jue in her hand, and space and Dao were intertwined, bringing the huge Azure Dragon Horn into her hands.
She shook her head slightly, watching the scene where Qin Xuan ravaged the pure-blooded dragon, couldn't help but laugh.
If it were changed to what Qin Xuan was, everything seemed normal.
The dignified Qing emperor, destroying the immortal veins, cutting the court immortal, how can he care about a pure-blood blue dragon at the peak of Mahayana.
It is the entire dragon clan, afraid that it will be daunting.
But now he looks like a three-year-old child, but he willfully ravaged, trampled, and took the corners of a tens of thousands of feet of blue dragon, like playing with a plaything in his hand. This kind of visual impact is shocking and nonsense.
Qin Xuan's eyes were leisurely, and he moved his palm again, and he directly pulled out the other dragon horn, and threw it to Mo Qinglian at will, saving it for soaking wine.
At this moment, King Qingyou was hit hard, and Long Yin was weak.
He didn't think about resisting, but the trampling force under this young child's feet seemed like an endless prison, making it difficult for him to move.
Even if he moved his whole body, even his supernatural powers and dragon power, he couldn't shake the slightest.
"who are you?"
King Qingyou opened his dragon's mouth, and there was no knowing how much shock, fear, unbelievable, and endless pain.
Qin Xuan looked at the huge blood hole in front of him, that was the wound that had appeared when the dragon horn was pulled out by him.
He smiled and stepped on his feet once.
boom!
The sky broke and the earth broke, and the dragon head was buried directly in the bottom of the earth.
King Qingyou didn't even roar in pain, and was almost fainted by Qin Xuan's foot.
The voice of milky milk sounded slowly, into the ears of this blue dragon.
"The world calls me the Azure Emperor!"
Qin Xuan looked at the Qingyou King in his innocent eyes.
"If you talk about strength and look at the stars, there are endless sentient beings, I should be considered as..."
"First person!"