Chapter 558 Invincible in the Burial God Mountain
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Thirteen head-sized dragon art crystals. At this moment, the old man in the long gown didn't hold back anything, and sacrificed all the dragon art spirit crystals accumulated on his body. The terrifying fluctuations destroyed the void, shattered the ground, and completely wiped out the escape routes in all directions. Imprisoned, Lin Tian was not given a chance to escape, nor was he given a chance to resist and survive.
"A complete Dragon Burial Sutra! God treats me well, not badly!"
The old man in the long gown laughed very excitedly, even a little crazy.
"boom!"
The divine power was even more astonishing, thirteen dragon art spirit crystals vibrated, and dragon talismans lingered around one by one, overflowing with destructive power.
This place suddenly gave birth to a gust of hurricane, sweeping to the ten directions.
The black hair on Lin Tian's forehead fluttered wildly, his clothes rattled, but his eyes looked indifferent.
Staring at the old man in long gown opposite him, facing the devastating fluctuations, he didn't have the slightest fear. Instead, he had a smile on his face, but it was a bit ironic, looking at the old man in long gown opposite him like he was looking at a clown.
The right leg shook violently on the ground, and suddenly, the ground shook, and spiritual energy soared into the sky.
"Aw!"
The dragon's chant resounded in all directions, and nine dragons rushed up, each of which was tens of feet long, and they all circled around him.
The nine-headed dragon is silver in color, looking down at the earth and the old man in long gown, and the nine pairs of huge dragon eyes show the majesty.
For a moment, the nine strands of real dragon power spread, suppressing the destructive power fluctuations of the thirteen dragon art spirit crystals inside the old man's body, and even made the fluctuations of divine power outside the old man's body a bit chaotic.
The excitement and madness on the face of the old man in the long gown receded like a tide, and there was a wave of panic: "You, you..."
The nine-headed dragon hangs in the air, and the mighty power is too terrifying, as if the legendary real dragon has manifested.
Lin Tian's expression was indifferent, and the nine-headed dragon hovered behind him. He looked down at the old man in the long gown opposite him like a real dragon king: "Since I guessed that I have mastered the complete Dragon Burial Sutra, in this mountain of Burial God, how can I still be able to do so?" Thinking of killing me?"
He is now in the sixth heaven of Yukong, and he is very different from the long-clothed old man. A hundred of him now will not be the opponent of the long-clothed old man. If he is in other places, he will only be suppressed and killed by the long-clothed old man. However, it is different now. Now, he is standing in the mountain of Burying God. This mountain is the place where gods fall, and the bottom is intertwined with infinite spiritual energy and infinite evil spirit. At this moment, when he casts the Dragon Burial Scripture, he will hide in the The infinite spiritual energy under this green forest was pulled out, and it turned into a nine-headed giant dragon hovering around, directly suppressing all the aura of the elder in long robes.
"You, you pulled the power that fell from this mountain... the complete dragon burial scripture, really, really can do this step?! But... you can fight with the help of the general trend of the world... you, you have reached this step, How could it be so fast!"
The old man in the long robe trembled and couldn't help taking a step back.
The nine-headed world-shattering dragon looked down on him. The vastness and majesty made him feel the trembling from his soul.
Lin Tian looked indifferent, behind him, the nine-headed dragon roared again.
After a month of penance, the dense dragon talisman seems to be a good teacher. This month is of great significance to him!
"Aw!"
Suddenly, the nine-headed dragons swooped down, and they all submerged towards the old man in long robes.
The face of the old man in long gown changed greatly.
Detonate thirteen dragon art crystals the size of a human head, and head towards the nine-headed dragon.
Unfortunately, this is of no use.
The nine-headed dragon represents the infinite psychic energy under this green forest, which is comparable to the power of half a fairy vein, how can it be a mere thirteen people?
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Can a dragon art spirit crystal the size of a head be compared? The gap is too big! In just a split second, thirteen head-sized dragon art spirit crystals were evaporated, and the nine-headed dragon swooped down, drowning the long-clothed old man from the Xunlong Family.
"what!"
The old man in the long robe roared angrily and tried his best to fight back. He showed his supernatural powers and dragon skills, and fought against the nine-headed dragon that shocked the world.
Lin Tian's expression was indifferent, and he just looked ahead lightly.
"Aw!"
The dragon chant shook the ten directions, surrounded by nine dragons, attacking the old man in long robes again and again, breaking the space and shattering the earth.
In just a short moment, the old man in the long gown who was at the peak of the Seventh Heavenly Layer of Tongxian was in a state of distress, and one arm was almost broken.
Glancing at Lin Tian angrily, the old man in long gown roared and fled directly into the distance. In this place, Lin Tian, who controls the Dragon Burial Scripture, is almost invincible innately. Although his cultivation base is much higher than Lin Tian, but Lin Tian pulls out the power that falls from the Burial God Mountain, he is not an opponent at all. A deep sense of powerlessness arose.
"Did you escape!"
Lin Tian said coldly.
He stepped on the ground with his right leg, and with a bang, another nine-headed dragon rushed out, pressing towards the old man in the long robe.
Eighteen dragons together, unparalleled in terror, sealed off the surrounding area.
"you……"
"boom!"
Lin Tian was expressionless, and the eighteen dragons all swooped down.
The old man in the long gown was terrified, pushed his cultivation to the limit, and used the strongest supernatural power and the strongest dragon art to meet him.
However, this still has no effect, his strongest supernatural power and strongest dragon art were evaporated in an instant.
"Stop! I..."
"puff!"
Eighteen dragons rushed down and directly crushed the old man in long gown.
The blood mist floated in the air, Lin Tian glanced indifferently, the eighteen dragons dispersed by themselves, and he walked outside.
He still didn't fly, but walked on foot.
Soon, three hours passed, and he came to a fairy pond.
Because he has mastered the complete Dragon Burial Sutra, he now walks in this mountainous area as if walking on flat ground. The distance that he could only travel ten days before, now only took him three hours. Before arriving at the Immortal Pond, he stepped on the surface of the pool step by step, with the light of real essence in his hand flickering, exploring the Immortal Pond, and soon after, he grabbed a fist-sized spirit crystal.
"boom!"
Ahead, the water was surging, and the evil spirit was overwhelming, and a black flood dragon rushed out.
The body of the black flood dragon is huge, staring at Lin Tian and roaring directly, there is a terrifying black light rushing towards Lin Tian.
Lin Tian was very calm, the dragon pattern flickered between the soles of his feet, and a large piece of fairy light rushed up, blocking the black light of the black dragon.
He stepped on the surface of the pool, completely ignoring the black flood dragon, and after taking a few breaths, he shook his big hand and grabbed a spirit crystal the size of a human head.
"Roar!"
The black flood dragon roared, and the monster's pupils were blood-red. Immediately, a stormy sea surged up on the surface of the pool, pressing towards Lin Tian. At this time, the black flood dragon recognized that the human in front of him was the one who escaped from the vortex it created more than ten days ago.
"Boom!"
The violent waves were several tens of feet high, carrying black evil power, and their destructive power was astonishing.
Lin Tian raised his head, and the dragon patterns on the soles of his feet became denser, and Xianchi was shocked for a while.
With a bang, the nine-headed dragon charged up from the bottom of the fairy pond, shattering the turbulent waves rolled by the black flood dragon. Then, the nine-headed dragon roared and rushed up together.
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The black dragon entwined, and nine huge dragon heads looked down at the black dragon, which made the ferocious black dragon tremble uncontrollably, and the blood red in the demon pupils dissipated, revealing a slightly frightened expression.
Lin Tian raised his hand, the nine-headed dragon exuded stronger fluctuations, and the nine pairs of dragon eyes stared at the black dragon, showing its supreme power.
But the next moment, he paused, and finally let go.
"It is rumored that there is a trace of the blood of a real dragon flowing in the dragon's body. After growing to the limit, once the blood is revived, it can be transformed into a world-defying real dragon. It can be said that it is hard to find in the world. It is very rare." He looked at the black dragon in front of him, Said: "I won't kill you, if you can understand my words, don't kill living beings for no reason in the future, if you can understand, nod your head."
In front, the black dragon trembled fiercely, and its huge head moved up and down quickly.
"it is good."
Lin Tian said, the nine-headed dragon wrapped around the black flood dragon collapsed and dispersed by itself.
He didn't say anything more, and finally gave Hei Jiao a faint look, then turned and left.
Not long after, he walked a long way out of the Immortal Pond, and there was a figure standing in front of him. His clothes were torn, his face was a little pale, and his eyes looked extremely hollow. This time, when Lin Tian came here, he didn't look away, but stopped and stared at the figure in front of him.
The figure raised its head slightly, and a terrifying chill dissipated instantly, and it turned into a shadow and rushed towards Lin Tian.
Lin Tian squinted, and the dragon patterns on the soles of his feet flickered, spreading out like water patterns.
In front of him, the strange figure rushing forward trembled, and actually stopped and retreated, turning into a black light and disappearing.
"I didn't see it through."
Lin Tian shook his head, turned and left this place.
Still walking on foot, not long after, he passed a mountain top, where there used to be six yakshas, but now they are gone, but on the ground, he saw a lot of green scales. He knew in his heart that there were quite a few strong men who came to Bury God Mountain. It seemed that besides the Yaksha who was sucked dry and shredded by the strange figure, the other five Yakshas were also killed.
He didn't linger, and continued to walk out with gentle steps, one step at a few feet. Ahead, the mountain became pitch black, as if it had been stained red by blood and then turned dark again. It looked a little scary. Looking around, the road leading to the outside seemed a bit rough. There were corpses, flesh and blood on the road. No, there are bloodstains on the surface.
Lin Tian looked calm, and walked out on the blood-stained road.
"Gah!"
In the distance, on an old black tree, a few old crows full of death breath screamed, their jet-black pupils opened, and they rushed towards Lin Tian with flapping wings. Their speed was very fast, with a terrifying coldness, they came to Lin Tian in the blink of an eye, and their beaks were like death blades in hell, biting towards Lin Tian.
Lin Tian stopped, the ground shook, and a jet-black light mist rushed up, covering several black crows in an instant.
"Gah!"
A few black crows yelled, their voices were so shrill that it made one's scalp tingle.
With no expression on Lin Tian's face, he raised his legs and walked outside.
"puff!"
"puff!"
"puff!"
Behind him, the light mist covering the black crows vibrated, directly crushing the black crows to pieces.
A dozen or so days ago, facing these black crows, he could only retreat, but now that he controls the Dragon Burial Scripture, he can kill them. And the reason why he didn't show mercy to these black crows like the black flood dragon was, it was because these few black crows didn't have any wit, they were just killing machines full of appetite, there was no need to keep such things.
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