"Quack~Ah~Woo~"

The excited black cry, accompanied by a golden light and shadow that sprang up from Zhang Fan's shoulder, sounded in the clouds.

Mo Ling's mind opened early, and he was already able to speak, but he didn't like to speak, and he didn't like to walk with his shape-shifting body, or this real body made it more comfortable.

Zhang Fan didn't interfere with this, anyway, no matter what, Mo Ling was his partner for nearly two hundred years, and that was enough.

Holding back all the way until now, and finally waiting for Zhang Fan's order to make a move, Mo Ling cried excitedly, and his huge true body stretched out in the clouds, like a golden fiery cloud.

"What, boy, what did you come up with?"

An old voice sounded from Zhang Fan's side, but it was an ascetic Taoist who flew out of the Bodhi Garden silently, holding his hands behind his back, and said in an old-fashioned manner.

Such a tone, such an action, with a childish little face and lotus-like arms, except for the gimmick, there is no majesty at all.

A bright smile also appeared on Xiruo's face, like a hundred flowers blooming, and the dull atmosphere for a while was fresh and brisk.

On her hands, there were four pillars of cloth array magic weapons rising and falling, as if they were being naughtily tossed, up and down, and a misty halo was sprinkled all over.

These eight golden cylinders, covered with mysterious lines, looming, full of endless mysteries, at this time in Xiruo's hands are active, but also give people a feeling of eagerness to try.

Just like Mo Ling, if you wait for this time, you have been waiting for a long time.

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, and said his thoughts like this.

......

A hurricane, whistling over the earth.

The dust is flying, the clouds are relaxed, and the endless power is revealed.

"Boom!"

The hurricane froze instantly, and the wind swept through, and the huge primeval wind dragon emerged from the hurricane and hovered in the air.

Even if the void stood still, around the body of the primeval wind dragon, miniature hurricanes were constantly forming and expanding, and finally swept out, destroying everything around them.

This time, the wind dragon passed by, but it did not cause much damage, because there was nothing to break.

This is where it competed with Zhang Fan's Zhou Tianxingchen Qingyun Divine Power before, and everything that could be destroyed was destroyed at that time.

Zhou Tian Xingchen Qingyun Divine Power, after all, it is not easy to match, even if the immortal body of the Ancient Wind Dragon did not suffer any substantial damage, but it also took a lot of effort to recondense the true body.

This time it took several times more than the previous one, so as soon as it was reformed, it hurried and hurried, and the hurricane howled, wanting to continue to entangle the actions of Zhang Fan and the others.

But here, it sensed that something was wrong.

After all, it is not a real celestial dragon, although this primeval wind dragon is powerful, but its absolute power is really insufficient, just relying on instinct, it has noticed a slight abnormality, and it is impossible to determine what the problem is.

Just in the midst of its irritability, a clear voice, with endless coldness, suddenly came into its ears.

"Do it!"

As soon as the words fell, a change occurred.

"Rumble ~~"

When the primeval wind dragon was still stunned, the rumbling sound came from the earth, and the whole ground trembled, like an ancient giant, pulling up the mountain, and like the earth dragon turning over, wanting to crack the ground.

It was true that something had cracked the earth, but it was not an earth dragon, but eight golden columns.

Eight golden pillars, divided into eight directions, not simply southeast, northwest and northwest, but also seem to contain all directions, obviously the gap between each two golden pillars is quite large, but it gives people a sense of impermeability.

As soon as these eight golden pillars appeared, the primeval wind dragon finally knew that something was wrong.

This is clearly a trap.

It's not too late to wake up at this time, if there is no next scene.

"Boom~Boom~~~"

There was a loud bang, and suddenly it burst out, and at this moment, between every two golden pillars, there was a portal that separated the heavens and the earth, like a broken dragon stone and a Wanjun gate, slowly falling.

One door covers one door, one overlaps and one is heavy, and it is conceivable that when these portals fall, it is when the primeval wind dragon is completely cut off from this heaven and earth.

At this time, although the portals have not completely fallen, the strange feeling of isolating all the breath and solidifying the entire space has been enveloped.

At this time, the Ancient Wind Dragon had no other way to break away than to take advantage of the fact that the formation had not been fully activated and when it reached its strongest power, it struck a blow and broke it.

Even if it spreads out and turns into a flood of atmosphere, although it is unfathomable, it lacks the power to break through in an instant, so I can't help this formation.

This array, the name of the eight door lock dragon array!

This formation was not created specifically for locking dragons, it was used to use the opponent's primeval wind dragon, and it can only be said that it caught up.

Decades ago, Zhang Fan killed Mojiao in the wind and sea, and got the dragon pile!

Dunlong pile, now it seems that when the demon is owned by the demon venerable, it is just that Zhang Fan chose a cheap.

The use of this treasure is not very large, but it has given him a lot of inspiration, and many of the mysteries obtained from the Great Five Elements Forbidden Breaking Technique have been added by him to the array magic weapon specially refined for the pity.

It is these eight golden pillars of the array, also known as the lock dragon pillar.

Under Xi Ruo's hands, these eight locking dragon golden pillars can derive countless formations, one of which has a miraculous effect on the heaven and earth dragons, which is the eight-door locking dragon array in front of him.

Although it is famous for eight gates, but there are many portals, how can it be more than eight gates? The formation is enough to trap this primeval wind dragon and give Zhang Fan the opportunity to kill in one fell swoop.

It's easy to say, but it's hard to do.

After all, the formation is different from the supernatural power, whether it is arranged or launched, the time required is relatively long, if there is no fetters, before the formation is completely arranged, the ancient wind dragon will be able to break out of the formation, and when the dragon enters the sea, it will be even more difficult to repeat the old trick.

Fortunately, Zhang Fan was prepared.

"Row!"

A portal suddenly moved away.

The primeval wind dragon instinctively sensed the appearance of a gap, and the huge dragon body twisted, ready to pounce.

At this moment, a black cry was high, and a dragon roar was low, the former fluttering and agitated, and the latter deep and heavy.

"Boom!"

One gold and one red, two streamers, broke through the air, tightly entangled the primeval wind dragon.

After just a moment's delay, the removed portal turned around and re-sealed the world.

The opportunity passed in a flash, so how could the ancient wind dragon not be angry? The dragon raised its head and groaned, just waiting to tear the two streamers into pieces, and suddenly, the sound of a dragon groan, which was not weak at all, and there was a thick blood in the voice, suddenly exploded.

The sound of the dragon's groan, the flames were raging, and a long, winding dragon was tightly wrapped around the body of the primeval wind dragon.

"Bang!"

"Bang Bang Bang~"

From the tumbling in the sky to the impact on the ground, the primeval wind dragon and the true body of the divine dragon of the ascetic people were entangled, and wherever they passed, the flames soared into the sky, and the wind rose suddenly, destroying everything.

The wind dragon is formless and substantial, and the ascetic people are only cultivating after all, compared to it, it is much worse, and from time to time there will be times when they can't be entangled, and they break free from the gap.

Whenever this is the time, it is the time for the ink spirit to show its might.

The first golden feather lit up, and the rainbow was like silk, surrounding the two giant dragons, and whenever the primeval wind dragon broke free, what awaited it was the head-on attack of Mo Ling.

The excited black cry sounded from time to time, with the help of the bitter people, Mo Ling was extremely painful.

The wings fanned, the mouth pecked, the three claws crossed, the weird and righteous demon fire, and the unpredictable speed made it like a fish in water.

Although this kind of approach could not cause substantial damage to the Ancient Wind Dragon, it provoked it enough to make it unable to stop the arrangement of the Eight Door Lock Dragon Array.

Mo Ling's three golden feathers were originally produced after it stimulated the golden crow blood in the body, but after taking the golden crow essence blood this time, all the feathers around the body turned into golden feathers, which was not so obvious in the first place.

But at this time, as soon as he used the supernatural power attached to it, it was instantly dazzling, and the rest of the golden feathers on his body were dimmed.

The first golden feather, the art of turning rainbows;

The second golden feather, shake the stars!

The former is an unparalleled speed, the latter is a powerful supernatural power that meets the head-on, the two are one, and the ancient wind dragon is powerful and nowhere to use under the entanglement of the bitter people, and it can't fight back at all, so that Mo Ling can exert a happy back and forth.

In the angry roar of the dragon, the muffled snort of the bitter man, and the cheers of the ink spirit, the door was heavy, and it was finally time to fall.

"Bitter old man, Mo Ling!"

In the fierce battle, when Zhang Fan was contemplative, he suddenly came.

The people of the bitter path comprehended, although Mo Ling was unwilling, but he did not dare to face the ancient wind dragon alone, and moved in response, Mo Ling and the ascetic people showed the strongest magical power at the same time.

The stars of Zhou Tian fell, like rain and curtain, a popular rain;

The Nine Flame Dragon Balls swallowed, piercing through the body of the Ancient Wind Dragon, endless flames, burning out of thin air.

After casting this final blow, one gold and one red, two streamers instantly pulled away from the body of the primeval wind dragon and rushed in one direction.

There, a portal was about to fall, but it shifted sideways as they collided, out of the way.

Pulling a hair and moving the whole body, the heavy portals moved, and when the eyes were dazzled, the traces of the ascetic people and the ink spirit had disappeared from the array.

At this time, the primeval wind dragon broke free from the final blow, and when it looked again, there was no trace of those two pesky flies, only a heavy portal, constantly approaching.

Eight door lock dragon array, become!

......

Outside the array, the ascetic and Mo Ling showed traces, and Mo Ling was just there, but the ascetic man looked like he was in prostration, panting, and glanced at Zhang Fan, who was standing with his hands in his hands, and complained: "I almost didn't tire my old man, don't look for me for this kind of thing in the future." ”

"Thanks to the bitter old age. ”

"Ku Lao, you can take a rest on the side, and watch a good show by the way, and see how I can destroy this dynasty food!"

Zhang Fan smiled and said leisurely, but at some point, a pair of eyes had been tightly closed.

Seeing him like this, the ascetic man realized something and asked, "What is the name of this play?"

"Let's call it the Golden Crow Shadow!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Fan suddenly opened his eyes.

(To be continued)