And that set of golden armor was made up of pieces of golden scales, and each surface was engraved with small and mysterious runes, exuding a chilling evil aura.
Once this demon shows his true face, his eyes are as bright and hot as a torch, and his extremely powerful consciousness instantly encompasses the entire stone peak.
Those Nascent Soul stage monks who were still engaged in a life-and-death struggle with the transformed monsters all felt the heavy pressure deep in their hearts.
"It's you, King Golden Dragon! How is this possible? You blatantly violated our agreement and participated in the battle yourself?"
After the thin old man saw this demon cultivator, his face instantly turned extremely pale, and he shouted loudly with shock and disbelief.
This dragon demon cultivator turned out to be a powerful demon beast that had reached the tenth level of great achievement.
"Why can't I take action? If you want me to continue to abide by the agreement, you humans must also show corresponding strength."
"Since you have never had a monk in the god transformation stage three thousand years ago, and now that important resources such as top-level spiritual stones are involved, the original agreement has lost its meaning of existence."
Jiao Shou's face was cold and ruthless, but his mouth could speak human language clearly, and his tone was as cold as the lake water in the cold winter months.
At this moment, two more demon cultivators flew out from the demon mist. One of them looks like a red-haired tiger with two ferocious fangs exposed.
The other one was wearing a black robe and a bronze mask on his face. He was tall and tall, giving people a familiar feeling.
"Oh, it turns out to be the turtle monster that fought side by side with the poisonous dragon back then!"
Yan Yun, who was hiding below, couldn't help but feel nervous when he saw the golden dragon. However, when he saw the black-robed green-faced demon cultivator, he was quite surprised, with an unexpected look on his face.
Immediately afterwards, he recalled Feng Xi who had almost forced him to a desperate situation.
His face immediately darkened, and his eyes quickly searched the demon mist, but he did not find any other demon cultivators flying out of it again.
Yan Yun frowned, but did not rashly release his spiritual consciousness or use his spiritual eyes to investigate.
After all, the spiritual consciousness of a level 10 adult monster is also quite powerful. Although he can barely maintain his own privacy within the coverage of the opponent's spiritual consciousness, if he takes the initiative to release his spiritual consciousness, his position will undoubtedly be exposed.
However, now that the Golden Dragon King has appeared, it can be foreseen that the monks of the Counter Star Alliance may be facing great danger.
However, the turtle monster is actually involved with this monster dragon. Is there some connection between this monster dragon and the poisonous dragon back then?
Yan Yun secretly speculated in his heart.
Hearing the words of the Golden Dragon King, the monks on the stone peak all showed frightened expressions, and the thin old man in the air felt the despair deep in his heart deepening.
As a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, he certainly would not give up hope of survival easily.
Suddenly, he let out a shrill scream, and the blue flying sword that was moving flexibly through the demonic mist instantly burst into dazzling light, followed by a deafening explosion, and the entire flying sword instantly exploded. .
This flying sword is an ancient treasure whose power cannot be ignored. When the old man surnamed Tang did not hesitate to sacrifice himself, the power it unleashed was far beyond the imagination of ordinary monks.
A huge ball of silvery-white light appeared out of thin air above the stone peak, dispersing all the blue mist spewed out by the fat man opposite, and the two phantoms transformed from the golden rings were also impacted and disappeared in an instant. .
The fat man was shocked and quickly moved the round bowl in front of him with all his strength. A large amount of yellow glow instantly condensed into a screen of light to protect him tightly. At the same time, his body had to rush back and retreat.
Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, the thin old man turned his palm over, and a purple brocade handkerchief suddenly appeared in his hand, and he threw it forward without hesitation.
The brocade handkerchief instantly turned into a ball of purple light and enveloped the old man. Then after a burst of flashes, it turned into a stream of purple light and flew through the air.
Its speed was so fast that it flew more than twenty feet away in just the blink of an eye.
After the old man made this move, it seemed to be a signal to retreat. The other cultivators who were still engaged in a fierce battle with the Nascent Soul monks also used their own magical spells.
Or it shoots out a ray of white light around the body, and then disappears without a trace.
Or they suddenly spurt out blood and turn into a strange bloody light to escape. Each of them, at the heavy cost, must try their best to get rid of their opponents in search of a chance of survival.
Suddenly, a cold, heartless snort that penetrated deep into the bones came from mid-air, and the Golden Dragon King's facial expression became extremely fierce and terrifying.
He simply waved his hand, and then there was a deafening thunderclap, and a strange light of gold and silver intertwined instantly shot out.
This monster actually threw the golden gun in his hand at the thin old man at an astonishing speed.
As soon as this ray of light was released, it turned into a strange flash of light and disappeared without a trace in the void.
"Not good!"
The thin old man in the distance paid more attention to the behavior of the Golden Dragon King. Seeing this scene, his heart sank. He quickly threw the cyan mirror in his hand backwards.
Under the illumination of a green light, a full moon gradually appeared. It was so huge that it was several feet high. The green light filled the air and completely enveloped the old man's figure.
However, at the moment when the clear moon was formed, a golden gun more than ten feet long appeared very close to the ground. It was flashing with silver arcs and made a roaring sound of thunder. It hit the ground hard. The center of the clear moon.
The surface of the clear moon began to shatter like a mirror, and the golden gun instantly penetrated the moon, completely shattering it.
"Ah!"
Seeing the scene in front of him, the thin old man was horrified and had no choice but to harness the purple light and prepare to escape from the scene.
However, at this moment of rapid change, the golden gun, which had shrunk by nearly half in size, shot out from the remaining moon shadow and strangely plunged into the purple light.
There was a loud "bang"!
The brocade handkerchief seemed to be some kind of extremely high-level ancient treasure, and the purple light it transformed successfully withstood the attack.
Despite this, the slender old man felt as if he had received an electric shock. He was violently knocked several feet away and completely lost control of his body.
The Golden Dragon King gently raised his right foot in mid-air, but his body strangely spanned a space of more than ten feet.
In just a few breaths, he had already caught up with the lean old man, waving his hand towards him without any hesitation. His five fingers glowed with golden light, as if they were made of gold.
The thin old man had just recovered slightly from the blow just now. When he saw the Golden Dragon King's relentless attack, his face suddenly turned pale. In desperation, he could only open his mouth and shoot out a green light, which turned out to be an emerald green round gem comparable to a fist.
With a sound of "dang", the golden claws grabbed the ball mercilessly in their hands. However, when the two collided, they made a crisp sound like metal friction. However, this green bead expanded in an instant, as if it was about to break free and fly away.
A cold light flashed in the eyes of the Golden Dragon King, and his five fingers suddenly stretched out nails several inches long, while golden scales the size of copper coins appeared on the back of his hand.
After a muffled "pop" sound, the monster crushed the ball to pieces with his bare hands.
After a dazzling green light flashed, the golden claw was unscathed and showed no signs of damage. "The Secret of Dragon Transformation!"
At the moment when the orb was shattered, the emaciated old man let out a hoarse cry. At the same time, his mind was filled with deep sorrow, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
However, a moment's delay at this moment had already caused Ziguang to flee with him quickly. In a very short period of time, he was more than ten feet away from his original destination, the Golden Dragon King.
However, this time, the Golden Dragon King did not pursue it with all his strength. Instead, a gloomy expression came from under the golden armor he was wearing. Then, he simply stretched out his hand and shot towards the purple light in the distance. The ground punched.
Above the purple light, an extremely huge golden fist, about ten feet tall, appeared strangely, and then it swiftly struck downwards.
After a loud "boom" sound that shook the earth, the thin old man was knocked out diagonally from below by the giant fist.
It fell to the top of the stone peak at a speed like a meteor, and actually pierced a huge hole several feet wide in a certain attic, which was eventually buried under endless rubble.
The Golden Dragon King raised the corner of his mouth slightly, showing a hint of sarcasm. Then he moved lightly, and in the next moment he was standing on the top of the attic, standing on the edge of the huge pothole, looking into the distance.
I saw his arms stretched out, his palms facing the sky, emitting a flash of golden light, and he was about to kill the thin old man.
However, at this critical moment, his expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly changed the direction of his arm and grabbed it somewhere in front of the attic door, deep into the ground, followed by an angry groan from his mouth:
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"Who is spying here? Please show up and see me!"
Five golden sharp claws disappeared in an instant, disappearing deep into the ground.
Immediately afterwards, several dull collision sounds were heard, and five worryingly deep ditches several feet long appeared in front of the attic.
It was pitch black, as deep as an abyss, but nothing unusual could be seen on the ground around it, and no figure emerged.
Seeing this scene, the Golden Dragon King in the attic looked uncertainly, but showed a hint of astonishment.
Not long ago, he felt an unspeakable fear without any expectation, as if his whole body was shaking, prompting him to launch an attack without hesitation.
However, the attack failed at this moment, causing the Golden Dragon King to fall into silence, making it difficult to tell where the uneasiness just now came from.
After all, this was not the first time in his long training career that a mistake in prediction had occurred.
However, the frightening shiver just now was too intense, as if something extremely dangerous was secretly watching him, making him still feel frightened now.
Just as the demon was considering whether to further expand the search area, the pile of rubble at the bottom of the attic pit shook for a moment, then returned to calm.
Just this slight movement immediately attracted the attention of King Jin Jiao. His eyes glanced over the piles of jumbled stones, and his face clearly showed strong murderous intent.
He reached forward with one arm!
With a deafening roar, the golden magic gun suddenly appeared in front of the eyes in the light surrounded by electric snakes.
Without saying a word, the Golden Dragon King tightly grasped the spear and swung it downwards vigorously.
The magic gun flashed in the silver arc, instantly turning into a dazzling and astonishing light, speeding down, and disappearing in a strange way on the way.
When it appeared again, the spear had actually been inserted deeply into the ground somewhere more than twenty feet away from the attic.
With a deafening roar, the golden gun instantly disappeared into the smoke, and its trace could no longer be found.
Immediately afterwards, a dull groan came, and then the nearby ground suddenly cracked and shattered, and countless stones shot out like projectiles.
At the same time, a bright purple light broke through the dense rock area, and the figure of the emaciated old man suddenly appeared.
But at this moment, the old man's face was as pale as paper, and blood was constantly spitting out of his mouth. The purple light around him dimmed and brightened, showing signs that his spiritual power was about to be exhausted and his life was in danger.
Obviously, although this purple light has magical effects, it is finally unsustainable after being continuously attacked by the Golden Dragon King.
As soon as the old man appeared, he immediately galloped away from the stone peak.
The sneer on the corner of the Golden Dragon King's mouth became thicker and thicker. He stretched out his palm to grab it again, and the golden spear immediately appeared out of thin air.
He waved his one arm and waved it again, even though the emaciated old man had already put out a shield and an iron ruler for defense.
However, they seemed to be nothing in front of the golden spear that was shooting at them. The two magic weapons instantly shattered into powder, and the golden spear penetrated through without stopping.
Although the old man tried his best to avoid it, he still could not avoid the fatal blow in the face of such a rapid attack.
After the golden spear penetrated the purple light that had become extremely weak, it flashed past the old man's chest without any obstruction.
The monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul let out a shrill scream, and his body fell like a kite with its string cut off. The whole person fell heavily to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, he became motionless, and a burnt-black hole the size of a bowl appeared on his chest, surrounded by several slender silver lights that danced and flickered, giving off a vague smell like barbecue.
"Hmph, a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul actually tried to escape from this king. What a wishful thinking!"
The Golden Dragon King raised his arm to summon the golden spear back and said expressionlessly.
Then, he stretched out one hand and flicked it again. The sound of breaking through the air was heard, and several sharp nails shot out and faced the wind.
It quickly turned into a giant golden nail about a foot long, and suddenly nailed the old man's limbs and neck firmly to the ground. (End of chapter)