The wind is galloping, and he is gone.

Zhang Fan and Xi Ruo's speed is so fast, even immortal cultivators can't grasp it, let alone mortals?

The young man, the fishermen, only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and they lost the traces of the two of them, and they saw only the sea, and suddenly calmed down.

A few miles away on the sea, a long and winding ink-colored dragon, soaring on the sea, roaring like thunder, the dragon roared to the sky, on the opposite side of it, there were two more small black dots out of thin air, a little careless, will ignore the past.

Judging from the shape alone, the two black dots are insignificant, not even as big as a scale on Mo Jiao's body, but if you talk about momentum, you are obviously just standing in the air casually, but you feel that you are looking down, like a leisurely stroll, overlooking the loach dragging mud drill hole, and you have never really taken that ink Jiao to heart.

"Huhuhuhu~"

Mo Jiao hovered in the air, no longer trying to rush into the sea, its intelligence may not be very high, but let it understand that further down, it is not difficult to still be the same scene as before.

If you don't solve the two "little dots" opposite, it's not to want to go back to the sea.

Although it knew in its heart that its breath between its mouth and nose was like a pillar of clouds, and the sound was like the roar of the wind, it still cautiously half-stretched its body, and did not rush on it recklessly.

Powerful!

At this time, Zhang Fan and Xiruo never covered their breath anymore, and stood head-on, as if the entire sea was pressed down, and the pressure was so oppressive that Mo Jiao felt like it had been crushed into powder.

The demon beast's intuition told Mo Jiao that it was not an opponent!

Therefore, I can't move, I don't dare to move!

"What a clever dragon!"

Xi Ruo stroked his palm and smiled, turned around and said, "Senior brother, this ink Jiao looks very unusual." ”

"With just a sixth-order, you can open up a little spiritual wisdom, know how to cultivate demon cultivation, and learn lessons, and it really deserves to be the genus of ancient dragons, and it is indeed better than those dragon species that were only mixed in ancient times. ”

Zhang Fan also praised and recognized Xiruo's statement.

The sixth-order cultivation of this ink Jiao, in the eyes of Zhang Fan today, is naturally nothing, but just by using the rank, he can open up the Immortal Spiritual Wisdom, which is very remarkable.

The other dragons Zhang Fan is not easy to say, but he used to say that he had personally killed a cold cocktail, and even saw it survive the heavenly punishment and reach the seventh-order transformation realm.

The strength of that cold cockroach is far stronger than that of this ink jiao, but if it comes to spiritual intelligence, it may not be able to strengthen it.

It is necessary to know that the cold cockroach is also an ancient dragon species, and it has been known even when the primeval dragon is still around.

With the bloodline of the cold mantle, it is still incomparable to it in terms of spiritual intelligence, which shows that this ink Jiao is also an early spiritual wisdom in the Jiaolong clan.

Zhang Fan and the praise of the two of them, whether Mo Jiao can understand it or not is not expressed for the time being, but the kind of contempt that no one else puts in his eyes at all, it is clearly grasped.

"Whew~"

The sound of the dragon's groan, rolling up a thousand waves, it was the dragon walking waves, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Whoa~"

The infinite amount of sea water broke through the sea, like hundreds of huge water dragons, surrounding the body of Mo Jiao, compared with the water dragons composed of these sea waters, even the huge body of Mo Jiao also looked a lot smaller.

Under its furious attack, the huge sea surface visibly lowered to a depth of several feet with the naked eye, and then roared in bursts, as if there was thunder in the sea, which was actually caused by the pressure and smoothing of the sea on all sides.

"What a dragon!"

Zhang Fan blurted out praise.

Jiaolong is Jiaolong, and it is not comparable to other demon beasts, especially this ink Jiao, a typical water Jiaolong, is even more outstanding.

When the dragon roars, the sea also descends for it, and the sea pulls out for it.

This kind of power, if it is an immortal cultivator, it is not a true person who is not a primordial infant, and if it is a demon beast, the seventh-order water is a shape-shifting demon, or it can be done.

This ink Jiao, but a sixth-order genus, can do this, and it is really good.

If it is said in time, it has reached the level of a transformation demon, and if it wants to come to an ordinary Yuanying real person, it will not be its opponent.

But now it seems that it will not have that opportunity.

Zhang Fan hasn't made a move yet, but it's just to clarify a few questions.

"Evil Dragon, do you know human language?"

With an indifferent smile, Zhang Fan waved his sleeves, and the sea water splashed down from the sky, turning the mist into the sky, lingering around him and Xiruo, like a fairy couple in the clouds, and the nether world except for the dragon who overturned the river and the sea.

"Whew~~people~bad~bad people. ”

Humming, the sound of Mo Jiao, like muffled thunder, exploded above the sea, and everywhere the sound passed, there were many water splashes, as if it was not forced.

"Good guys!"

Regrettably, he raised his eyebrows and praised in disbelief.

Zhang Fan asked if he understood human speech, but he didn't mean to let it speak, because the demon beast had never been transformed, so it was difficult for people to speak, and it was said that the horizontal bones had not been refined.

This ink Jiao in front of him can actually make a sound through the sound of the dragon's chant, shaking the heavenly spiritual qi, there is no means, when Bai Yiyi was refining qi, he also spoke like this, just through this means, he knew that this ink Jiao's mastery of human words was really extraordinary.

This can no longer be described as coarse psychic intelligence.

"Bad~Bad~Catch~Catch~Niang~"

Maybe no one has ever said it, although I understand, but the voice of Mo Jiao is intermittent and very difficult to understand.

"I see!"

This intermittent and incomprehensible voice came into his ears, but Zhang Fan stretched his brows, as if he understood.

Then he turned around and said, "It's a pity, it seems that our luck is really good, maybe we can kill two birds with one stone, great goodness!"

It's a pity that if she also understands at this time, when Zhang Fan asked the young man before, she had an understanding, and now she knows everything.

To put it simply, in the jade slips that Candle Jiuxiao gave to the two of them, most of the information about Jiaolong was summarized through classics and sporadic reports from sect disciples.

Among them, the information about the scourge of evil dragons here can be mentioned more than 1,000 years ago.

When Zhang Fan asked before, he had already found that something was wrong.

This ink Jiao suddenly changed its style of behavior a hundred years ago, from wanton cannibalism and making waves, to now using safer means to trick fishermen into sacrifice.

It's a little less, but at least it's safe.

How could a dragon that has been more than 1,000 years old suddenly change his surname? Instead of eating big fish and meat, he will eat small ones?

Not to mention, according to the young man, in recent years, the "dragon god" has also been a little uncontrollable, looking for all kinds of excuses, and the rampant behavior has gradually increased.

How do you look at it, how do you look like a frightened bird!

In particular, as soon as this ink Jiao appeared, it proved this point even more.

This is just a "little dragon" that is hundreds of years old at best, if it has a lifespan of more than a thousand years, how can it not even reach the peak of the sixth order.

Not to mention Mo Jiao's own qualifications for early enlightenment, even if it is an ordinary demon beast, it should also have the cultivation of transformation.

The words of Mo Jiao in front of him have already explained everything.

It also has a "mother", but it was caught. As a result, it was probably frightened, and it didn't dare to act as recklessly as its mother, and it couldn't change its habit of cannibalism, so it used this relatively mild method.

Today's changes, but a hundred years have passed, and it is not in any danger, a bit of a relapse, and it is no longer so cautious.

The word "catch" has a great mystery, and if possible, it can kill two birds with one stone.

All kinds of thoughts flashed in Zhang Fan and Xiruo's minds, but they were only for a moment.

Maybe this ink Jiao remembered its mother, and for a while he couldn't control his anger anymore, the dragon groaned, and the demonic energy spread, and in an instant, the huge sea shook and the sea water around it turned into ink.

"Death~"

"Eat~"

"Eat ~ you guys~"

But after a few words, this Mo Jiao's human speech was much more fluent, roaring, boundless black water, surging.

In the face of this black sea that seems to be able to erode everything, the monstrous, if there is the power of the sea, but the pity is smiling, watching all this with interest, without the slightest intention of making a move.

She knew that she didn't have to do it at all!

"Zhang wants to kill ten dragons, you will do the first one!"

A leisurely sound sounded, and at the end, the sound shook the air and turned into a bell.

"Knock~"

The wind and clouds are surging, it is endless power, and the waves are not alarmed, in order to suppress Hongmeng.

By opening his mouth to make a sound, he shook the bell of the Eastern Emperor, the wrath of the sea, suppressed, and the roar of the wind calmed down......

The black water in the sky collapsed in the bell of the Eastern Emperor, and the scattered sea water became a crystal color, and it was actually a demonic annihilation, and it was no longer controllable.

Just one sentence, the immeasurable black water above and below Mo Jiaozhou's body all faded color, scattered and condensed, turned into a torrential rain, and in an instant, all of it fell to the sea.

At the same time, the furious dragon's groans came to an abrupt end.

The huge dragon head is difficult to see joy, anger and sorrow, but in the dragon eyes that are several times larger than Chengren's fist, there are anthropomorphic flashes of disbelief, horror, and even fear.

"Gott~"

The heart was horrified, but the instinct of the demon beast still made it make a desperate move, and the dignity of the dragon made it not sit still, a cloud of pitch black and condensed, like the brilliance of the night condensed thousands of times, rose from the belly, and the light appeared in the wide open mouth.

- Dragon Ball!

Needless to say, this ink Jiao wants to fight for his life with dragon balls.

But since Zhang Fan made a move, how could he give it such a chance?

The dragon ball didn't even have a chance to exit, so he saw Zhang Fan's sleeves wave, like the wind and clouds, the flag covered the sky, swallowing the sleeves of heaven and earth, whistling past.

- Sleeve up!

Jiaolong is Jiaolong after all, and Mo Jiao, the strongest one among them.

If this ink Jiao is allowed to make a move, although it will win steadily, it will be extremely difficult to capture it alive.

But in front of Zhang Fan, the dignified sixth-order ink Jiao, even a powerful demon beast that even a human powerhouse at the peak of the knot pill had to avoid, but it couldn't be stopped, and it was a sleeve of power.

Heaven and earth suddenly fell silent.

Without the ink Jiao who made waves, it seemed that in an instant, the storm stopped, and the sea was peaceful.

Xiruo's eyes suddenly lit up, but she was close at hand, and she could clearly see that at the moment when Qiankun's sleeve was withdrawn, a pitch-black light flashed.

(To be continued)