Chapter 6809 Wu Qi's Strength
"This... Young Patriarch, we haven't heard from him for a long time since the last time we heard about the Sword Saint that day."
Wu Mo looked apologetic and continued: "But considering that the Thunder Tribulation Holy Son of the Ten Thousand Tribulations Killing Sect was defeated by the Blood-devouring Corpse Clan's Blood-devouring Yin, those humans must have invited him in order not to lose so miserably. That day the Sword Saint took action.”
"I think so too."
Motian Ming's eyes flashed and he ordered: "Clan leader, you all go back and make preparations. In three days, we will go to Tianhuang Holy State."
"Young clan leader, hundreds of clans were powerful in ancient times. Why don't we just sit back and watch, and then reap the benefits?" Wu Mo suggested cautiously.
"No, if the competition between them is somewhere else, I can still do this, but where my second brother is, I can't stand by and watch."
Motian Ming waved his hand, his eyes showed great pride, and said loudly: "This time, I not only want to help my second brother get out of trouble, but also want to defeat the Sword Saint God of that day to avenge his shame, and more importantly, I want to kill the majesty of hundreds of ancient tribes and let them know , Tianhuang Shengzhou is not empty."
"As commanded."
Hearing his ambitious words, Wu Mo, Wu Ashian and others couldn't help but feel their blood boiling, and they all said yes excitedly.
…
Wow!
A big river flows in the wilderness, with cold smoke and heavy fog rising on the river.
Boom!
Suddenly, an ancient chariot drove over from the horizon at a speed that was faster than Zuntian's flying boats and battleships.
On top of the chariot stands a flag, fluttering in the wind, with the word "Lich" written on it.
Under the flag, there are more than a dozen figures, led by a young man with short hair.
He has a majestic figure and ancient
Copper-colored skin, a high nose bridge, thick lips, bare feet, eyes as big as copper bells, looked at the river, and asked: "Elders, are you sure that the nine-headed cold dragon is hidden in this river?" middle?"
"Don't worry, Mr. Wu Qi. My subordinates and others have inquired in many ways and sent many humans to investigate. Only one person came back alive. What he said personally is absolutely correct." An old man in gray robe said respectfully.
It turns out that this short-haired young man is Wu Qi, the young leader of the Lich Tribe who defeated Geng Tian Thunder Saint.
"Nine-headed cold dragon is a rare spiritual beast. If it evolves into a nine-headed cold dragon, it can become an ancient saint. I heard that when it resurrected and was born, it was in the realm of the Six Tribulations Holy God. Now it is hidden here, and it must want to recover. "Cultivation."
A trace of greed flashed in Wu Qi's eyes, and he said: "If I can conquer it, I will be as powerful as a tiger."
"What Mr. Wu Qi said is absolutely true." The gray-robed old man and others agreed.
"Okay, let's ask a few deacons to lure this beast out. I will subdue it myself. When the time comes, I can go to Motian Mountain and sweep away those so-called human geniuses without my own help. Wouldn't it be great?" Wu Qi said with a smile. .
"You three go."
The old man in gray robe turned to look at the dozen or so people behind him, then raised his hand and nodded at three middle-aged people.
"As commanded."
Three middle-aged men flew out. They were all veteran Five Tribulations Holy Gods. Their speed was not slow. In only two or three breaths, they crossed tens of thousands of miles of void and reached the river.
The three of them looked at each other and activated their holy power. The gray witchy aura suddenly filled their bodies. Swish, swish, they were submerged into the river one after another, stirring up large cold water splashes.
The chariot that Wu Qi and others were riding gradually moved up and stopped at the river.
Outside, I looked coldly at the river with cold smoke.
After a while, an angry roar suddenly came from the river: "Lich Tribe, you damn Lich Tribe, how dare you offend me?"
Before the roar ended, the three middle-aged men who had just entered the river were seen flying out in a somewhat embarrassed manner, followed by a nine-headed dragon with an azure body, which was the nine-headed cold dragon.
It was a hundred feet long, with golden-brown eyes shining, and two dragon claws growing from its belly. It was covered in a terrible cold air, causing the river to freeze and the air to turn into ice particles falling down.
"The deacons withdraw."
Wu Qi shouted softly and flew out of the chariot. Gray witch aura surrounded him, and a thunder pool rose up under his feet, making violent thunder sounds.
Several deacons said yes and quickly exited.
The Nine-Headed Han Jiao also seemed to recognize Wu Qi as its true master. It opened and closed its eyes, locked onto Wu Qi, and spoke: "It seems that your Lich clan has been born. I have no enmity or enmity against you. You are here." What do you want?”
"Let me introduce myself. I am Wu Qi, the young leader of the Lich Clan. I heard your name as the Nine-Headed Cold Jiao, and I admire you in my heart, so I came here."
Wu Qi clasped his hands in his fists and said politely: "I still need a mount. You are very good. What do you think?"
"Hahaha, you, a small Five Tribulations Saint Lich Tribe and ant-like garbage, how dare you have such delusions and seek death?" Nine-headed Hanjiao laughed angrily.
"I have good intentions to discuss with you. I hope you won't be toasted or punished with alcohol. This is a good opportunity for you to get ahead. I hope you will cherish it." Wu Qi put down his hands and said.
"You will die for me."
The nine-headed cold dragon roared, its golden brown eyes revealed to the sky
With murderous intent, cold smoke boiling all over his body, he waved his dragon claws and grabbed Wu Qi in front of him.
"Ignorant of good and evil."
Wu Qi smiled coldly, opened his mouth slightly, and sprayed out a ball of thunder: "Thunder Wu Cauldron, go."
I saw the lightning fly out quickly, turn around, and turn into a gray-blue divine cauldron. It was a middle-grade supreme treasure and hit the captured dragon claw.
The dragon's claw curled back, the nine-headed cold dragon was in pain, its eyes became more and more angry, and it opened its mouth to spit out a ball of cold flames, sweeping towards Wu Qi like a fire dragon.
The terrifying burning power swept across, Wu Qi calmly pointed at the Thunder Witch Cauldron and shouted: "The witch Qi is endless, and the cauldron turns into thousands of thunders."
I saw the Thunder Witch Cauldron rotating in the opposite direction, turning into ten thousand thunderbolts, including Jiamu Divine Thunder, Yimu Divine Thunder, Bingshui Divine Thunder, and so on, drowning the nine-headed cold dragon, roaring and wailing.
"Nine-Headed Hanjiao, I have seen your true identity. At your peak, you should have been the Holy God of Nine Tribulations. However, you were seriously injured and have not recovered yet. Now you are only in the realm of the Holy God of Six Tribulations. What can you do to fight me?"
Wu Qi waved his sleeves and stepped forward. His majestic divine body suddenly burst into thunder, and then grew bigger and taller, reaching ten thousand feet, with thunder runes flashing all over his body.
"Thunder Witch Tyrant Body."
He let out a long roar, and the witchcraft energy spread and merged with the thunder. His divine body exuded terrifying power, and he waved his fists and landed on the nine-headed cold dragon.
Bang bang bang...
I saw the nine-headed cold dragon being beaten and tumbling one after another, its skin was torn and its flesh was torn, its blue dragon scales were shattered, and they fell off one after another. The dragon's blood flowed out, dyeing the river red.
The nine-headed cold dragon was shocked and angry, and cursed loudly: "Damn it! Despicable and shameless kid, you are not the Holy God of Five Tribulations at all, you are..."
But before he finished speaking, he was enchanted
Qi rides on his neck.
Wu Qi unclenched his fists, spread out his five fingers, grasped its Tianling Cap, and said in a cold voice: "Submit or die, you choose one, right?"
"Surrender, I surrender."
The nine-headed cold dragon was frightened, with a look of fear in its eyes.
"Hahaha, you made a smart choice."
Wu Qi laughed when he heard this, stood up, and stepped on the head of the nine-headed cold dragon, showing his heroic spirit that could not be seen from looking up.
