My eight sisters are the only ones who dote on me, and they are all crazy about supporting their you

Feng Ling's heart trembled and she looked at Wang Xiaoke in astonishment.

If it had happened a while ago, she would definitely not agree to the other party.

But with her life hanging by a thread at this moment, she was naturally unwilling to turn into a cauldron.

Giving away a hundred years of cultivation to others as a wedding dress.

Feng Ling's face became paler and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

"I promise you."

Wang Xiaoke grinned and nodded with satisfaction.

He has the cultivation level of a Golden Core and possesses the Xuan Yang Body, making him a good subordinate.

With a little training, it can be a great help to the sect.

He looked at Lu Ning who was blocking his way, and walked slowly towards him with sword in hand.

Lu Ning took a deep breath and then sneered.

"No matter how powerful you are, your spiritual power will eventually run out."

"Using that sword move must have consumed a lot of energy."

"I guess after these few rounds, you don't have much spiritual power left, right?"

Wang Xiaoke smiled faintly, the spiritual power in his body was as vast as the sea.

Although he consumed 50% of his energy, he was not exhausted.

"Nine Dragons Unrivaled!"

Lu Ning looked at the dazzling sword light with a look of horror.

Does this kid have endless spiritual power? Why doesn’t he look exhausted yet?

"Come on tripod!"

Qingmu Xuanding resisted the attack, and a roar sounded in the air again.

Lu Ning became more and more frightened. This young man was too scary.

Facing four powerful Yuanying masters, he suppressed two of them. Looking around the world, there was no one who made him so afraid.

With both palms pushed out, two dark green giant snakes opened their pupils, twisted their bodies and rushed over.

Wang Xiaoke took a step forward, the sword rang out, and he slashed at the two snakes.

brush!

With just one encounter, the giant snake was split into two and turned into poisonous mist and dispersed.

Lu Ning sensed the danger and immediately called back Qingmu Xuanding.

In an instant, the sword energy was like a chain, hitting the body of the cauldron.

The terrifying recoil force made him groan, and his face turned pale instantly.

Wang Xiaoke's figure was like a ghost, passing him and rushing straight towards Mu Hualong.

A sword attacked, and the purple light column shook violently and almost broke.

"Damn it, kid! Don't even think about stopping me!"

Mu Hualong gritted his teeth, now was the critical moment.

If he is interrupted forcibly, he will suffer backlash.

With a slight movement of his mind, the light of the Demon Dragon Spear suddenly appeared and stood in front of the light column.

Wang Xiaoke swept his sword indifferently, knocking the spear away, and chopped at the light column again.

"Click——"

With a crisp shattering sound, the light column shattered.

Feng Ling was bathed in the purple light, and the pain of his marrow being extracted disappeared.

Even though his body was very weak, his life was no longer in danger.

On the other hand, Mu Hualong's sacrifice was interrupted and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The breath suddenly became weak.

The hope that had just risen in the crowd was shattered as the beam of light shattered.

"This young man is really a monster!"

"Even adults can't defeat us, what should we do?"

"At the age of 19, he is at the Nascent Soul stage, and he still has the power to fight against opponents of higher levels. Could he be the reincarnation of an immortal?"

"Oh my God, how can such a thing exist in the world? It's impossible!"

Countless people were shocked. It was hard to imagine how he practiced.

Is this still a human being?

Cheating, right?

Mu Hualong wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, his body shaking violently with anger.

Looking at the Pope who was regulating his breath on the shore, he pierced the void with one hand.

The giant claws of darkness attacked the Pope's Nascent Soul.

"presumptuous!"

The four bishops exclaimed and stood in front of the Pope.

The sound of burning sound arose, and a barrier of light formed around, resisting the dark palm.

"Mr. Demon Dragon, what do you want to do?"

Mu Hualong snorted coldly, bent his five fingers slightly, and crushed the barrier directly.

How could the four great bishops resist the power of the Nascent Soul?

The Pope's eyes lit up and he raised his hand to blast out a ray of holy light.

But he was seriously injured, his body was destroyed, and his strength was only one percent of what it was.

After just one encounter, he was tightly restrained by the giant hand.

Mu Hualong clasped his hands together and a vortex appeared above his head again.

"Mr. Demon Dragon, do you want to harm this emperor!?"

The Pope's expression changed drastically, his surroundings were eroded by darkness, and his Nascent Soul power was rapidly lost.

He never expected that Mu Hualong would add insult to injury.

"If we lose, you will die anyway, so why not help me?"

Mu Hualong devoured the Pope's Nascent Soul, and his cultivation gradually improved.

"Despicable person!"

The Pope roared angrily, and his Nascent Soul incarnation became dim.

This scene not only stunned Lu Ning, but also the members of the Divine Court and the four bishops were all horrified.

Wang Xiaoke sighed, this guy is really crazy.

The Holy See of Light wanted to help with good intentions, but they didn't expect to end up shooting themselves in the foot, right?

He glanced at Feng Ling and said, "You should withdraw from the battle first."

Feng Ling glanced at Mu Hualong and retreated a thousand meters away.

"Buzz!"

A terrifying aura rose into the sky, and the sky was gloomy under the pressure of evil clouds.

The power is so terrifying that the sky seems to collapse.

Mu Hualong narrowed his eyes and licked his lips in enjoyment.

He was almost reaching the late Nascent Soul stage, but he finally broke through with the help of the Pope's Nascent Soul.

"Tsk... this feeling is really wonderful."

The Pope's Nascent Soul flickered and was on the verge of collapse.

"Mu Hualong, if you dare to do this, the God of Light will not let you go!"

"You, the Divine Court, will pay the price for this in blood!"

Mu Hualong raised his palm, and the demonic energy completely submerged it.

When the last ray of light disappeared, the Vatican passed away.

Completely fallen.

He turned and looked at Wang Xiaoke, and the two of them faced each other from a distance.

Lu Ning swallowed, his face full of disbelief.

Just when he was distracted, Mu Hualong took action.

After he was successfully promoted, he took a step, and with this step, it was like a mountain collapsing and a deep pit appeared on the sea surface.

At this moment, his speed was so fast that it was impossible to see clearly. He crossed a hundred meters and rushed towards Wang Xiaoke.

"Demon Fall!"

Mu Hualong smiled playfully, and the nine magic dragons merged into his right arm.

As he threw a punch, black dragon patterns appeared on his arms, making them look lifelike.

Wang Xiaoke didn't dare to be careless and also punched out.

"Nine Fists of Scarlet Flame."

The gray spiritual fire wrapped around the fist and collided with him.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind, and the wind waves stretched for several kilometers.

Wang Xiaoke was knocked back dozens of meters and his fists felt numb.

After breaking through to the late Nascent Soul stage, Mu Hualong became more than ten times stronger.

"I founded the Divine Court with my own hands, how could I let it be destroyed by you, kid?"

Mu Hualong sneered, his eyes full of darkness...

Black dragons appeared behind him, eighteen in number, towering over the sky.

The overwhelming momentum made it hard for everyone to breathe.

Not only that, he forced out a strand of essence and blood and merged it into the bodies of the dragons.

"Wuhu! Wuhu! Wuhu..."

The dragons roared, their eyes were scarlet, and their black dragon bodies became more solid.

The eighteen magic dragons were lifelike, as if they had come alive.

Wang Xiaoke shook his head and sighed, then threw the Golden Crow into the air.

In front of more than a dozen black dragons that were hundreds of feet long, his figure seemed particularly small.

"How can you defeat my magical power when you are only in the early stage of Yuanying? Die!"

Mu Hualong raised his hand with a grim smile, and a group of dragons rushed over in a mighty force.

"Why?"

"Then I'll tell you."

Wang Xiaoke activated the storage ring, and dozens of light balls hung beside him.

When the light dissipated, various spiritual swords appeared.

There are third-level, fourth-level, and even...fifth-level spirit swords.

When the swords appeared, their sharpness could be felt even from a long distance away.

"Dragon and Phoenix Sword Domain!"

The swords seemed to be summoned, and sharp sword sounds burst out. The spiritual swords merged into the sword domain, and their power increased rapidly.

Wang Xiaoke flew into the air, and the sword domain moved with him.

Looking at the eighteen black dragons, a gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes.

This move determines victory or defeat!

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