Chapter 4203 Catastrophe

The power of scorching flames penetrated through his body, at this moment Lin Yukun felt as if his body was going to be melted.

The thirty-six Celestial Immortal-level Lin Clans who formed the Fenglei Thirty-Six Swords Execution Immortal Formation each slashed a sword at this time, and the thirty-six sword lights pierced straight towards the dragon shadow and scorching sun in the sky like a rainbow penetrating the sun. These Fenglei Yilin orcs realized that it was unrealistic to escape alone. Even if they wanted to leave, they had to first dispel the power of Wen Kaishan's forbidden technique.

It's just that these celestial-level powerhouses in the Fenglei Yilin Beast Clan still underestimated the forbidden technique of the Dragon Clan, and also underestimated Wen Kaishan's cultivation.

Amidst a long roar of the dragon, the dragon shadow in the scorching sun roared out, and a breath of dragon spit out, spreading endless flames, directly covering all these heavenly-level Fenglei Yilin beasts. Thirty-six sword lights were directly annihilated in the flames.

These celestial-level winged beasts drew out another piece of sword light in horror, trying to block the roaring dragon's breath, the sword curtain was easily melted under the dragon's breath, and then one by one the wind and thunder winged beasts also began The dragon's breath turned into fly ash. As for Lin Yukun who escaped for a certain distance, he was also penetrated by a dragon claw from behind, and his primordial spirit also failed to escape.

At this time, the dragon shadow scorching sun in the void has been thinned after several consecutive blows. Even the headless white corpse with a low cultivation base, the Lin clan, can feel the deep twilight energy in it. But after the death of the tiger, Wen Kaishan killed Lin Yukun at the expense of himself, and the wind and thunder thirty-six swords to kill the immortals really shocked the corpses that were constantly pouring in from the Xiaolongshan clan protection formation With the Lin clan army.

Seeing the continuous influx of enemy troops, the scorching sun that had already thinned out from the shadow of the dragon began to turn into balls of fire, falling like fire rain, densely sprinkled on the headless white corpses at the gap in the formation, the Fenglei Yilin beast clan, Immediately, the screams of these enemy troops rose one after another. Pieces of headless white corpses and Fenglei Yilin orcs turned into nothingness under the fire and rain. In the blink of an eye, thousands of corpses and the Lin clan were completely lost, and the casualties continued to expand.

Until the scorching sun of the dragon shadow in the void completely dissipated, and the army of corpses pouring in from below, the casualties of the Lin clan had expanded to more than 20,000. Except for the tens of thousands who were directly wiped out by the fire rain, the others were either remnants, or suffered trauma of varying severity due to the gradual decline of the power of the fire rain.

The power of the forbidden technique of the dragon clan is so powerful, Wen Tingdao sighed sadly when he saw the scorching sun of the dragon shadow that had disappeared into nothing. Although under the governance of Wen Kaishan, the tribe failed to reach its heyday, but Wen Kaishan had no credit or hard work for so many years, and in the end, it turned out to be like this. Glancing at the clansmen who were still fighting to the death, even though the headless white corpse and the Fenglei Yilin beast clan still had an absolute advantage at this time, the wailing of the dragon clan kept coming from the chaotic battlefield, and the roar of dying with the enemy before dying.

Wen Tingdao suddenly felt that there are these dragons who dare to die fearlessly, even if they die in battle, as long as this spirit can continue, there is still hope for the dragons to recover. And what he has to do is to bring as many clansmen as possible to break out of the encirclement, so as to survive as many people as possible from this shocking catastrophe.

A Celestial-level dragon's cave fire dragon field was fully opened, and the fire dragon's mace directly split two Fenglei Yilin beasts of the same rank into two halves, and finally the fire dragon's mace turned into a piercing light, submerging a Celestial-level headless white Inside the corpse, a big hole was blown out of its abdomen. At the same time, this Celestial-level dragon was also drawn by dozens of Xuanxian-level headless white corpses, and the body of the dragon, which had been fighting for a long time, was tied into dozens of pieces by these corpse chains with sharp teeth. Scattered down from the void, but not a single drop of blood flowed out. Obviously, the dragon blood in the body of this Celestial Dragon has been completely sucked dry by those mysterious corpse chains.

More than ten thousand dragons were divided into two groups to form the Ssangyong Golden Garrison Formation, like two mountains blocking the gap in the clan protection formation. Since then, all the corpse army that poured in, including the Lin clan, were all wiped out by the dragon formation. The isthmus that was torn out after the battle of martial arts was almost filled with a strong smell of blood, and corpse blades, dragon soldiers, and broken limbs and arms were scattered everywhere in the void.

When the dragon battle formation faced the enemy with an absolute superiority in strength, although they fought extremely tenaciously, there were still tribesmen who fell down constantly, engulfed by the strong corpse aura, or billowing wind and thunder, and the whole battlefield screamed. , dragon chants, and the sound of wind and thunder surging.

"Grandpa!" When the photo beads sent by the surviving dragon clan of the tribe were sent to Wen Yan, and seeing Wen Kaishan in the photo show the forbidden dragon technique to kill a powerful enemy, he couldn't help feeling sad when he finally turned into nothingness.

"Moo——" Wen Yiyi, Wen Ting and the remaining seventeen Xuanxian-level dragons uttered a long dragon chant, Xiaolong Mountain fell, the Supreme Elder Wen Kaishan, and countless people died in battle. Homeless.

Lu Xiaotian was speechless for a long time watching the tragic battle situation conveyed in the picture orb. Before he set off, the old monster Wen Kaishan was still bargaining with him. Much background. Unexpectedly, such a strong dragon clan died in battle in a blink of an eye.

With Lu Xiaotian's eyesight, it is natural to see that Yiwen Kaishan's strength is capable of retreating from this chaotic situation. Ke Wen Kaishan did not choose to do this, but chose to perish together with the powerful enemy, leaving more chances of life to the clansmen. Although there are still a large number of dragons who died in battle, it is not clear how many dragons have withdrawn, at least Wen Kaishan has tried his best, and the price is his own life.

Once the Golden Immortal Avenue fell, even though it was not the first time that Lu Xiaotian saw a strong man of this level die in battle, but he was also a member of the Dragon Clan, but Lu Xiaotian had more emotions.

It was only more than 20 days before they went to the Mulang Temple. At that time, Lu Xiaotian came to join Wen Yan and other Dragon Clans after destroying several other headless white corpse armies. Later, some changes occurred. Passing by, Lu Xiaotian rushed to destroy these thousands of wind and thunder wing beasts with a similar method. When they came back, Wen Yan, Wen Yiyi, Wen Ting, and the thirty Profound Immortal-level Dragon Clan had killed a group of Heavenly Immortal-level headless white corpses, and Kuisha was seriously injured and fled. As for the two thousand corpses, Except for a very few who escaped, most of them have also been killed.

After this battle, Wen Yan's three Celestial-level dragons suffered varying degrees of injuries, and more than a dozen of the thirty Xuanxian-level dragons who formed the Weeping Blood Dragon Sound Formation were also killed or injured.

It's just that the surviving Dragon Clan like Wen Yan didn't have much joy in life, only endless sadness, anger, and hatred. Their clansmen in Xiaolong Mountain Region suffered an unprecedented catastrophe.

"Let's go back and join the rest of the clan." Long Jiu Wenyan said, wiping away tears.