Xiaohong, naturally, is the name given to Jiaolong by Yan Qingcheng, which sounds a little feminine, but it is originally a mother, and this name is also very appropriate.

And Jiaolong likes this name very much, because Yan Qingcheng has a Tianfeng latent vein, and Jiaolong is very close to her.

More than a dozen god realm powerhouses were as small as ants in front of the dragon. However, they can control a small area of the world.

If Jiaolong is given some time to grow, maybe these god realm powerhouses are just delivering food in front of it. But now, it can't help so many god realm powerhouses.

Although Jiaolong's defensive power is amazing, it can't withstand the siege of more than a dozen God Realm powerhouses after a long time.

Defeat is only a matter of time.

In the room, the aura fluctuations on Chen Mo's body had gradually stabilized, and the aura that had escaped outside began to retract rapidly, and it wouldn't be long before Chen Mo could end his retreat.

Outside, the dragon was still hovering in the sky, but occasionally there would be a burst of dragon blood spilled, which looked very miserable.

"This beast is really resistant to beating, and it can resist our joint attack for almost an hour. Everyone, we can't delay it for too long, we must solve Master Chen as soon as possible!" Lin Wannian said in a deep voice.

"Brother Lin is right, this dragon must be dealt with!"

More than a dozen God Realm powerhouses were scattered in all directions in the air, blocking all the ways of Jiaolong.

The dragon was churning back and forth in mid-air, roaring angrily, but it was like a giant beast that had been locked in a cage all the time, unable to break free.

"Slash!"

Lin Wannian snorted coldly, used ten percent of his spiritual power, and drew a sword at the head of the Jiaolong Dragon.

The powerful Great River Sword Intent, with an endless momentum, slashed towards the dragon.

"Slash!"

The Hollow Sect elder also swung a sword at Jiaolong, and the momentum of this sword was not inferior to Lin Wannian.

"Slash!"

The elders of the Jiuhua faction, the elders of the Wushan faction, the elders of the Emei faction, and the elders of the eight major families also each sent out their strongest attacks.

This blow is bound to cut the dragon under the sword.

Yan Qingcheng looked at the riotous sword qi in mid-air, and cried in despair in his heart: "Little red ......"

Jiaolong also seemed to feel the danger, and began to rush left and right like a headless fly, but it couldn't break through the encirclement of more than a dozen God Realm powerhouses at all.

"Slash!"

More than a dozen strong men spoke in unison, and their voices echoed in heaven and earth, like the sound of urging life and the will of judgment.

Oh!

The dragon roared in the sky, stirring up the clouds and mist in the sky, trying to break through the cage and escape.

It's a pity that the God Realm powerhouses can control a small area of heaven and earth, and in front of more than a dozen God Realm powerhouses, it can't escape at all, it can only resist hard.

More than a dozen god realm powerhouses, more than a dozen powerful attacks, the sky was divided into pieces of appearance, and the dragon in the center of the storm vortex was like a lonely boat in the sea, stormy and swaying, and could capsize at any time.

Rumble!

More than a dozen powerful attacks finally met in an instant, bursting out with dazzling light.

Everyone couldn't help but close their eyes, even Lin Wannian and the others were no exception.

It was only after the light had passed that the crowd opened their eyes.

That one focal point, which gathered the power of more than a dozen God Realm powerhouses, actually tore apart the space, and a vacuum appeared for a moment.

However, Jiaolong's figure disappeared at this moment.

"That dragon seems to have been blasted into slag by our joint attack!" Lin Wannian said with a laugh.

"Haha......"

Everyone was confident in their own strength and smiled smugly.

"Not necessarily!"

Suddenly, a flat, but very powerful voice sounded behind everyone.

"Who!" Lin Wannian and the others turned their heads angrily.

Chen Mo stood quietly in the void, and a fiery red three-foot dragon was circling around him, hovering and jumping.

Yan Qingcheng looked at the figure in the sky, and tears burst out of his eyes.

"Finally...... It's out!"

Chen Songzi, who fell to the ground, looked at Chen Mo in mid-air, showing a gratifying smile.

"Are you...... Master Chen!" Lin Wannian looked at Chen Mo and asked with some doubts.

Chen Mo's face was flat, but his voice was cold to the bone: "Aren't you trying to kill me?"

Lin Wannian looked Chen Mo up and down, and was shocked in his heart: "It's really strange, I can't even see this kid's cultivation? What secret method does he use? Could it be a treasure obtained from the Ice Palace?"

Lin Wannian's eyes immediately revealed a touch of heat.

"Master Chen, hand over what you got in the Ice Palace, and we can consider sparing your life!" Lin Wannian said in a cold voice, as if he was ordering a subordinate.

Chen Mo looked at everyone coldly and said, "If you want to rob my things, it depends on whether you are qualified." ”

Lin Wannian sneered: "I really want to try." ”

"Come then. Chen Mo stared at him with an indifferent face.

"Okay!" Lin Wannian's face was solemn, his long sword pointed obliquely at the sky, and as soon as he made a move, he was the strongest master: "Great River Sword Intent!"

The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, like the Milky Way rewinding, and the power is unparalleled.

Chen Mo's figure didn't move, looking at the surging sword intent coming like electricity.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Mo suddenly appeared behind Lin Wannian, and everyone couldn't see when Chen Mo moved.

A golden light flashed, and Lin Wannian's head suddenly fell.

Nine layers of condensation, terrifying!

"Ahh

The rest of the Divine Realm powerhouses looked at the sky with a look of disbelief.

The warriors below opened their mouths wide and couldn't close them for a long time.

Chen Mo stood where Lin Wannian had stood, like a god looking down on all beings,

"It's your turn!" Chen Mo's voice was cold, like a ghost who crawled out of hell and came to collect debts.

The rest of the God Realm powerhouses were so frightened that they all took a step back and looked at Chen Mo in horror.

With a touch of golden light, the Sky Slashing Sword hovered around Chen Mo.

Chen Mo paused step by step and walked towards the nearest God Realm powerhouse.

"Didn't you want to ask me for something, then come and get it!" As he spoke, the Sky Slashing Sword suddenly disappeared, and strangely appeared behind the God Realm powerhouse, piercing through his heart.

"Ahh

The rest of the people hurriedly retreated in fright, gathered together, and stared at Chen Mo vigilantly.

"I didn't expect Master Chen's strength to be so terrifying, it seems that we must join forces in order to have the possibility of fighting him!" said the white-clothed martial artist with a solemn face.

"That makes sense!"

"If you believe me, then follow my command, and let's work together to kill Master Chen!" said the white-clothed warrior.

"Good!"

Chen Mo looked at everyone, his face was indifferent, and he didn't take their words to heart.

The strength of the Nine Folds of Qi Condensation is already equivalent to the Broken Body Realm in the God Realm.

What's more, Chen Mo himself is an immortal cultivator, and his strength is much stronger than that of ordinary martial artists, even if he is in the same realm as these martial artists, he will be many times stronger than the strength of martial artists.

Therefore, with Chen Mo's current strength, even if he fights a dozen God Realm powerhouses alone, it will not be a problem.

The white-clothed warrior explained to everyone and shouted: "Everyone prepare, attack!"

The remaining dozen or so God Realm powerhouses jointly launched an attack, and their power should not be underestimated.

Chen Mo's figure disappeared in place, and a huge figure appeared in front of everyone, holding a cyan giant sword in his hand, swiping at the sky.

The Nine Swords of the Great Dao cut the sky.