While the Flying Whale was swallowing all the heaven and earth aura within a radius of 100 miles, the Dragon Drawing Technique was also consuming the souls of Li Yunsheng and Ao Ji at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye.

Because Li Yunsheng had the blessing of Feilai Peak, the consumption rate of the power of the divine soul could barely maintain a balance, but as the refining speed of the dragon painting technique became faster and faster, this balance was gradually broken, and Li Yunsheng's own divine soul began to be eaten away little by little.

However, this is still within the range of what he can bear, but Ao Ji's situation is not very optimistic.

Although it is Li Yunsheng who controls Ao Ji's body at the moment, the Dragon Painting Jue treats the consumption of divine souls equally, and does not let go of Ao Ji, who is also in it.

Ao Ji, who had suffered two damage to his soul, had obviously begun to be injured by his soul in the face of the almost plundering consumption of his soul in the Dragon Drawing Technique.

This kind of damage to the root of the divine soul is basically irreparable, and if it continues to be consumed like this, Ao Ji's end will be that his soul will be scattered.

"Leave me alone, go ahead. ”

As if he had guessed Li Yunsheng's thoughts, Ao Ji said nonchalantly.

"Happy, so happy! Father, have you seen it? Your son Ao Ji has finally been able to give birth to the most perfect Thunder Blade!"

"No, you can definitely see that the thunder blade of my dragon clan, only the thunder blade of my dragon clan, can pierce the barriers of the ten states and spread the glory of the thunder all over the ten states like the bright moon hanging overhead!"

Ao Ji shouted in his soul almost frantically.

"That's why you want to use the Thunder Blade even if your soul is annihilated. ”

Although Ao Ji's expression was a little crazy, Li Yunsheng did feel his determination.

Ao Ji is like a wanderer in a foreign land, he knows that the end is coming, so he wants to use this thunder blade to inform the old people thousands of miles away, telling them that he is leaving, but he is not despondent and left, but with the highest glory of the dragon clan.

"Then you're welcome. ”

After Li Yunsheng finished speaking, he threw away all distracting thoughts and put all his soul into it, and the dragon painting technique that was already running rapidly suddenly accelerated again.

"Is it too late!"

The huge demon on the ground condensed by the black water of the Yellow Spring finally stood up straight.

She looked at the first pure white thunder that kept appearing in the night sky above her and snorted coldly.

After speaking, she raised the Rakshasa spear in her hand and leaned back, and the ghost qi surging in the Hundred Ghost Yellow Spring Array suddenly condensed towards the Rakshasa spear in her hand.

In an instant, the Rakshasa spear, which was originally no more than a foot long, condensed into a giant spear that exuded more than ten feet of ghostly energy.

Hearing only a "bang", the "villain" kicked the ground violently, and a huge wave of monstrous ghost qi rose behind him.

And the ghostly Rakshasa spear in his hand flew out in response, like a black streamer shooting straight towards Ao Ji's dragon body.

At this time, Ao Ji and Li Yunsheng's thunder blades had not yet taken shape, and although the extremely huge heaven and earth aura was swallowed by the giant dragon in one gulp, it had not yet had time to refine it all.

"You go on, leave it to me here!"

Ao Ji motioned to Li Yunsheng not to be distracted.

Almost at the same time as the Ghost King of Naxi Hell threw the Rakshasa spear, a milky white demon pill with layers of halos flew out from the dragon's head, forming a white light curtain in front of Ao Ji.

Seeing that the Rakshasa spear was about to penetrate the dragon's head, it was blocked by the white light curtain.

Although Ao Ji relinquished control of his body, it did not mean that he could not use his abilities at all.

It's just that this dragon ball is where he has cultivated all his life, and it can be said that the Dan shattered the dragon and died, not that at such a critical juncture, no dragon clan is willing to use its own demon pill dragon ball to defend against the enemy.

However, the ferocity of the Rakshasa spear is far beyond Ao Ji's imagination, although the light curtain condensed by his dragon ball blocked this blow, but the Rakshasa spear was not directly stopped, but shot through the protection of the dragon ball alive and nailed to the light curtain, and the cold ghost aura of Dawson began to corrode the dragon ball little by little through the crack, and Ao Ji could even see that a trace of black gas was seeping into his dragon ball.

"Even the natal dragon ball has been taken out, is this the son of the dignified Dragon Emperor poor in donkey skills?"

On the ground, the Ghost King of the Western Hell snorted coldly.

Then another Rakshasa spear condensed and took shape in her hand. With a "bang" sound, the Rakshasa spear was thrown out by the Western Hell Ghost King again, and a black spear was inserted into the condensed protective light curtain of the Dragon Ball again, and the halo around the Dragon Ball was obviously much darker.

Immediately after that, one after another, the Rakshasa spears were thrown out of the hands of the Western Hell Ghost King without gaps, and with the sound of thumping air, the aura of the Dragon Balls dimmed little by little.

"Broken!"

With this shout from the Ghost King of the Western Prison, the Rakshasa spear that flew out of her hand pierced the light curtain of the Dragon Ball, and the halo around the Dragon Ball completely dimmed and fell to the ground, and the dozen or so Rakshasa spears that were originally blocked by this light curtain were suddenly like horses on the loose, and more than a dozen black streamers pierced Ao Ji's body through the clouds and fog under the moonlight.

"That's it...... Is it over?"

Feeling that he was dissipating the power of the Earth Soul little by little, Ao Ji's heart was full of regret, because he hadn't seen the Thunder Transformation Blade after all.

And just as he was tired and wanted to slowly close his eyes, a blinding light above his head woke him up.

Immediately after, the chanting of dragon language resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Thunderbolts as white as the moon, tearing through the thick clouds and appearing over the North Sea, unlike the flashing lightning, the power of the thunder is more like rain lines falling from the sky, they seem to be slow but actually fall rapidly.

The rich ghost aura that was originally shrouded in the ground disappeared in an instant after encountering the power of thunder, leaving no trace.

Some of the thunder fell like rain lines, but most of the thunder condensed little by little, and they hung in the sky like a sharp blade with an indescribable shape.

One of them was a thunder blade that was bigger than all of them, and most of its body was shrouded in lightning and black clouds, but it could still be seen that it was absorbing the power of the thunder around it like a whirlpool.

There is no doubt that this is the most beautiful thunder blade of the dragon clan in Ao Ji's mouth at present, its brilliance is whiter than the bright moon, and the holy and majestic aura emanating from its body is enough to deter all evil things in the world.

"I wish so. ”

Looking at his own Thunder Blade that gradually emerged from the thunderclouds, Ao Ji suddenly laughed wildly.

On the contrary, the Ghost King of the West Prison, from beginning to end, she didn't believe that Ao Ji at this moment had the ability to cast the Thunder Transformation Blade, you must know that this is an ability that only the Dragon Emperors of the past dynasties have.

But what she didn't expect was that Ao Ji not only used the Thunder Blade, but also condensed the real Thunder Blade.