Chapter 1152: Eight Directions Lock Dragon Array!
It is not only like the brilliant phoenix of the Nine Heavens, but also like the red lotus karmic fire rising from the boundless purgatory.
It is as if you are going to burn three thousand and annihilate the heavens!
"Eight Directions Lock Dragon Array!"
With Luo Qingtong's figure swept wildly.
The entire Great Qin Holy Capital, in all directions, suddenly resounded with a burst of chain trembling sounds.
One, two, three...... Eight ways!
With the Prince's Mansion as the center, eight stout chains suddenly appeared from the void.
"Buzz!"
In the eight directions of the Great Qin Holy Capital, the largest buildings, one by one, suddenly appeared.
Luo Qingtong was originally painted to be prepared.
I didn't expect Feng Kite's ambition to be so big, and he really used Dayong to accumulate so much power of national fortune.
But since it's used, don't go back completely!
Let's stay all!
"Boom!"
When the eight-sided locking dragon array soared, the power of the black dragon and the golden dragon of the Great Yong National Fortune that appeared above its head appeared in the heart of the array.
It turned out that the place where Mo Chenye was located was the heart of the Bafang Locking Dragon Array!
Luo Qingtong let them enter it completely before activating the eight-way locking dragon array.
"Boom!"
"Woo-la-la!"
As those chains stretched out from the void, they were wrapped around the body of the golden dragon of the Great Yong Kingdom.
At the same time, the blue dragon outside Mo Chenye's body also suddenly raised its head and tail, and suddenly bit towards the black Jiao.
Without the blessing of the power of the golden dragon of Dayong National Fortune, Heijiao, who had already devoured a lot of strength, was not at all the opponent of the true dragon luck in Mo Chenye's body!
I saw that it was bitten fiercely, and the power of luck that originally belonged to Mo Chenye was continuously lost and returned.
The aura in Mo Chenye's body skyrocketed, and the body of the dragon outside his body became larger and larger.
The size of that black Jiao is shrinking rapidly.
However, the phoenix kite didn't care about this.
"Taimiao Dragon Qi!"
She watched with tears in her eyes as the power of the golden dragon of the Great Yong National Fortune was bound.
The latter waged his head and tail high, desperately struggling, but he couldn't break free from the shackles of those chains!
The Eight Directions Locking Dragon Array depicted by Luo Qingtong was driven by the power of the entire Great Qin Holy Capital.
Dragon Luck as a suppression!
How could Dayong's power of the golden dragon of national fortune be able to break free?
And in the frightened gaze of the phoenix kite, the power of the Great Qin National Fortune Canglong that had risen from the Taimiao of the Great Qin Ancestral Ancestral Temple also arrived.
"Aang!"
It raised its head violently and bit the transformation of the power of the golden dragon of the Great Yong National Fortune.
In an instant, the power of the Dayong National Fortune Golden Dragon suddenly screamed, and the power of the National Fortune in its body was constantly absorbed.
"Not good!"
Dayong Shengdu, from the phoenix kite to use the power of the national fortune of the ancestral temple Taimiao, that Dayong's transcendent sage has been paying close attention to the situation of the ancestral temple Taimiao.
This time, the power of the golden dragon of Dayong Guoyun was devoured and devoured, and his heart suddenly touched his heart palpitations.
In the next second, he suddenly heard the ancestral temple of the temple, and there were a series of mournful wails that ordinary people could not hear.
It's Dayong's national fortune that has an accident!
And it's a big deal!
The transcendent saint of the Great Yong Holy Dynasty was anxious and angry for a while.
The figure flashed, and instantly appeared in the ancestral temple of the Dayong Holy Capital.
"Boom!"
His own mental power was suddenly injected into the power of those great Yong's national fortunes.
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