Chapter 456 Eight-Headed Scaled Dragon

The eight-headed beast in the sky looked down, its eight heads swaying back and forth with their noses stretched out, sniffing, and then said: "Why do I smell the scent of those two guys, Yu Yao and Ming Lin. Could it be that these two defeated enemies are willing to become human spiritual pets? It's really a disgrace to my scaled dragon beast clan."

"What's the big deal? You have gathered powerful strength with the help of the faith of many mortals in the East China Sea. I, Gray Scale Dragon Rain Demon, have never been afraid of you, an eight-headed guy." A large amount of gray demonic energy rose from the sword on Guigu Changyang's waist, and the slightly hoarse voice of Gray Scale Dragon was revealed in the demonic energy.

"And my Ming Lin." The black scale armor on Xu Yang's body flashed, turning into a small ball covered with black scales, floating in Xu Yang's palm.

Seeing this, the eight-headed beast couldn't help but chuckle, and then said contemptuously: "One lost his physical body, and the other degenerated into the initial ball of the scale dragon, and he still has the audacity to speak so arrogantly. By the way, big black guy, it was because of the absorption of your physical power that I was able to recover quickly from the last serious injury."

The white-robed double-horned boy saw that he had successfully summoned a clone of the eight-branched scale dragon, and he couldn't hide his excitement.

"I did it, father. I did it, mother." The waves of joy in his heart were higher than one wave, and he even forgot to command the eight-branched scale dragon to attack.

"Why are you still standing there, my son. Your chance to make achievements is right in front of you. Use the power of the eight-branched scale dragon to defeat these people. Let your brothers see that you are the true heir of my scale dragon clan." The white-robed double-horned boy heard the voice of the Emperor of the East China Sea.

"Yes, father." The white-robed double-horned boy answered simply.

Then, he pointed his finger at the opposite side, his eyes showed a fierce look, and the white robe behind him flew up, and he said coldly: "God Yaqi, help me defeat these people."

"Of course, since you have inherited the luck of the scale dragon I have given you, you are the person I recognize. From now on, you will be my spokesperson in the East China Sea. You have to help me gather more believers. The more people believe in me, the stronger I will be." The eight-headed beast replied.

The eight-headed beast turned his eyes and did not launch an attack immediately. Instead, he said: "Today, I am in a good mood. I will give you a chance. If you choose to kneel in front of me and believe in me, I will spare your lives."

"Don't listen to the lies of the eight-headed boy. Its body has just recovered and needs to absorb more soul power to fully recover. If you choose to believe in it, it will not hesitate to drain everyone's soul power." The voice of the gray scale dragon rain demon came out again in the gray demonic aura.

At this time, Liu Haiyu took a step forward, wearing a blue dress like water, with his right arm stretched out. A blue water waved in his palm, and turned into a blue water sword in an instant.

"How can I allow you, an eight-headed monster, to sully my cultivation path? The Dao sword in my hand is my belief, unique and unchanging." Liu Haiyu said loudly.

"Human who doesn't know what's good for you, prepare to die."

The eight-headed beast snorted coldly, and its eight heads shook back and forth. The powerful demonic energy rolled like a dark cloud, and the red, yellow and green light waves visible to the naked eye swayed from its eight noses.

"It's the power of the Eight-Headed Illusion, everyone be careful." The gray-scaled dragon immediately reminded.

But in the next moment, the three-color light waves swept across the entire space at a rapid speed.

Xu Yang hurriedly mobilized his soul power to resist. Xu Yang's soul power is not to be underestimated, but it can't resist the three-color light waves at all, just like light penetrating into the body like light through a mirror.

Buzz!

Xu Yang only felt a sudden buzz in his head, as if eight scaled dragon heads were locking and biting his limbs and torso. But in his originally clear eyes, there were three-color circles, and his eyes were dull like a puppet.

"Master Xu Yang, you must keep your mind." At this time, Ming Lin had turned into a black scale ball floating in Xu Yang's purple mansion space, and reminded loudly. But only a moment later, Ming Lin was also imprisoned by this force. The Wheel Flame Spirit, Golden Crow Buddha Flame Spirit, and Blue Water Flame Spirit in Xu Yang's body instantly lost their previous activity and fell into a deep sleep.

Guigu Changyang, Azhu, and Yun Qiaoer beside Xu Yang were also imprisoned by the three-color light waves released by the Eight-headed Scaled Dragon, and were stunned like puppets.

At the moment when the three-color light waves hit, a circle of water-blue Taoist formation spun on Liu Haiyu's body.

The Taoist formation rotated rapidly, like four light shields rotating around his body. When the strange three-color light waves touched the Taoist formation, strands of silver electric snakes popped out, and the two forces continued to clash. For a while, the three-color light waves could not even touch Liu Haiyu's body.

But as the Eight-Headed Scaled Dragon continued to release energy, web-like cracks began to appear on the defensive array outside Liu Haiyu's body, making crackling sounds, as if on the verge of collapse.

"What a powerful illusion." Liu Haiyu felt the strong pressure, holding the Ruoshui Sword with both hands, with the tip of the sword facing up, and placed it in front of his chest.

Liu Haiyu's face was solemn, and his clear eyes slowly closed.

In the purple mansion space in his body, the golden glass-like Yuanying held a pair of small hands tightly in front of his chest, like holding a sword in his hand, and also closed his eyes.

Suddenly, Liu Haiyu opened his eyes, and his third Dharma Eye at the center of his eyebrows opened with his eyes. The Dharma Eye revealed the sound of gurgling water, like the sound of spring water, and also like a sacred Taoist song.

Then, a ray of azure light shone from the Dharma Eye, jumping nimbly like a musical note, and instantly weaved a blue spiritual light lotus.

The spiritual light lotus was only an inch in size, and was transformed by the ultimate divine power, but it seemed like a real object, only more crystal clear and brilliant. The small green lotus with spiritual light is in a bud about to bloom, but it exudes an indescribable power, which is the original power of Taoism.

The green Daolian slowly spun and sank into the Ruoshui sword in Liu Haiyu's hand.

The azure Ruoshui Sword made a clear sword sound, and a green lotus suddenly appeared on the sword body. The petals of the lotus stretched out. The sword intention turned into an unparalleled blue sword energy and shot straight into the sky. The powerful power of Qingming was in the sky. Spread out in the sky, among the colorful mist, there are hundreds of millions of stars hovering, their light is sacred and silent, as if they have arrived from another world.

At the same time, the Ruoshui sword in Liu Haiyu's hand turned into little stars and disappeared.

"The green lotus serves as a guide, and the heart of the stars is like water three thousand feet long, and the sword's intention falls on the Milky Way."

As Liu Haiyu chanted the curse, he slashed down with both hands as if holding a sword.

"Buzz!"

The whole world shook, and a huge blue sword suddenly appeared in the sky. This sword looked very similar to the Ruoshui Sword, but it was not physical. The lotus-like Dao patterns on the sword body rotated endlessly, emitting a clear and spiritual Dao sound.

"Qinglian Sword Song—Principal Source Stars!"

The sword fell, and the Milky Way flew up.

It's the edge of the sword, it's the starlight, and it's the extremely majestic note of the sword, just like a fairy sword.

The target seems to be the eight-headed scale dragon on the opposite side.

"What kind of trick is this?" The eight-headed scale dragon no longer looked proud and asked in horror.

The eight heads of the eight-headed scale dragon shook back and forth in panic, and it was already too late to dodge.

Tsk tsk tsk!

Countless lights and shadows transformed by sword energy struck the neck of the Eight-Qi Scale Jiao, numbering in the millions.

"It hurts!"

Amidst the strange screams of the eight-headed beast, his first head was cut off, followed by the second, third, fourth, until the fifth head was cut off.

The technique is still being activated, and it seems that it will cut off all eight heads of the Yamata-scaled dragon before it stops.

At the same time, the confinement technique imposed on Xu Yang and others by the Eight-Qi Scale Jiao was instantly removed, and the three-color halo in their eyes disappeared, returning to their previous clear color.

The eight-qi scale dragon was injured, and the white-robed, two-horned boy who summoned it also had a look of pain on his face. He knelt down on one knee and gasped for air.

At this moment, Liu Haiyu's body stagnated, his face was as pale as paper, the third eye between his eyebrows slowly closed, and his whole aura plummeted. His vision went dark, and he fell backwards. Ruoshui Jian whined and automatically returned to Liu Haiyu's body. Liu Haiyu fainted, and the "Path Source Star" technique he activated suddenly disappeared. The golden colored glaze-like Nascent Soul in Liu Haiyu's body also fell to the ground.

"Brother Liu!"

Xu Yang shouted, with the red fire wings curling behind his back, he flew over and held Liu Haiyu up, preventing him from falling.

"Haiyu."

Yun Qiaoer, dressed in white, ran over regardless of her illness, her white clothes bouncing messily.

"How's Haiyu doing? It's all my fault. He used the Qinglian Secret Technique once before to save me. If he forced it again, his body would naturally not be able to withstand it." Yun Qiaoer looked at Liu Haiyu who was in a coma and said anxiously.

Liu Haiyu opened his eyes, but was unable to activate his true energy, and said slowly: "I'm fine."

Seeing Liu Haiyu wake up, Yun Qiaoer burst into tears and burst into tears.

"You and I have different abilities, but our blue water flame spirits are twins. Let me use the blue water flame spirit to help you heal your injuries," Xu Yang said.

Liu Haiyu smiled gratefully, nodded slightly, and then sat cross-legged.

Xu Yang's consciousness moved, and in the Zifu space, the blue water flame spirit like a dolphin jumped up and disappeared from the place.

The next moment, a dolphin-like flame about the size of an inch protruded from his fingertips.

Xu Yang stretched out his fingertips and touched Liu Haiyu's vest. The blue water flame spirit flashed and disappeared into Liu Haiyu's body.

The blue water flame spirit was originally a pair of twins. Xu Yang's blue water flame spirit entered Liu Haiyu's body without any sense of disobedience.

After a moment, a blue water shadow emerged from Liu Haiyu's body, and his whole body seemed to be wrapped in a ball of clear water.

The wounds caused by overdraft on the meridians and soul in his body healed quickly.

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"The sword move is gone? This really shocked me." The Yamata-scaled Jiao, with only three heads left in the sky, said happily.

"How could I lose to you weak humans?"

After saying this, the eight-headed scale dragon's whole body trembled, and its severed neck regrown its head at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a moment, the eight heads were intact, and at the same time, a force fell on the young man in the white robe and horns.

The boy in the white robe with two horns suddenly became energetic. He stood up again from his half-kneeling position, his cloak flying like waves behind him.

"This damn eight-headed boy, this is how powerful he is. If you don't cut off eight of its heads at once, its head can regenerate." The gray-scaled dragon rain demon said angrily.

On the warship, the Emperor of the East China Sea looked at the ups and downs of the battle in front of him and sighed. When he saw the eight-foot-scaled dragon being beheaded and his most proud youngest son kneeling on one knee, he almost took action. But seeing that the eight heads of the Baqi scale dragon had recovered and that his youngest son was safe and sound, he said happily: "He is worthy of being the god of faith of my scale dragon tribe. He is almost immortal."

"This time, let's see what other tricks you have to deal with me. I'm going to eat you all. Jie Jie Jie." The strange laughter of the Eight-Qi Scale Jiao was heard high in the sky.

Harsh and unforgiving.