The rootless island was broken into two pieces, and the iron tail of the black womb was deeply trapped in the soil, and the sea water soared into the sky, forming a water curtain of a waterfall ship.

The wandering cultivators and the demon race flew in the air like groups of insects. Some people were still fighting, but they didn't know why they were fighting. Others tried to fly northeast, hoping to return to the Qishan Islands, but the speed was relatively slow and they would not fly out of the stormy waves for a while.

The dozens of small boats that were circling Xuanwu lost their ability to travel automatically. The boatmen used all means to row, floating in the waves and their speed was even slower.

A few casual cultivators and demon clans were still on Xuanwu's back. They had already given up on the attack, but they could not fly or grab the ship. They could only grab a certain hard shell and pray for a miracle to happen.

More than a dozen people flew out from underwater. It was Hong Futian and others, but what they brought was even worse news.

"The iron-bridge dragon is coming!" The person who shouted this sentence flew southwest dizzyly, but it was even further away from the islands of Qishan Mountain, but a large group of people followed him without asking the reason at all.

Hong Futian stopped in the air to observe the situation. Nearly a thousand casual cultivators and demon clans could fight even if they could not kill Xuanwu. As a result, the only one who caused damage to Xuanwu was the two Taoist priests of Pangshan. The mobs were indeed difficult to make a difference. Hong Futian still refused to give up and flew back to half of the island and shouted: "Everyone returns to the island, the iron-bridge dragon..."

The underwater dragon advanced faster than he imagined. Before he finished speaking, the long iron-ridge dragon suddenly jumped into the sky and turned in the air like an iron-green rainbow, with the dragon head approaching half of the rootless island where Hong Futian stood.

A scream sounded in the entire sea area. There were Xuanwu and dragons on it. Those who could not fly completely lost hope. Several demons ignited demon fire on their bodies for no reason, roared loudly, and rushed towards their closest companions, wanting to die with them.

"The ancient god protects me!" Hong Futian did not hide, holding his magic sword in his hand, calling out the ancient god while sending out lines of fire.

The huge dragon head was getting closer and closer, and the sea water flowing out of its mouth was like a torrential rain. Not only did it extinguish the fire line, but it also poured the caster all over. Hong Futian had just flew out of the sea and took another full bath.

The half of the island under his feet was undulating with the waves, and a huge mouth like a cave above his head rushed down. Hong Futian encountered the most dangerous moment of his life. He was wanted by the government and the Longbin Society in Yingguo. He had also been in danger several times, but never once had nowhere to escape and could not resist as he was now.

"The ancient god protects me!" He shouted in an even more fanatical tone, and the magic sword in his hand made a buzzing sound, turning from white to red, burning the water falling into steam.

The dragon head was only a few feet away from him, and its mottled skin and yellow-white giant teeth were clearly visible. Hong Futian finally changed his sentence, "I am a guest of Qishan, not your enemy!"

I don’t know if this sentence played a role or the dragon had planned it. As soon as Hong Futian finished speaking, the rainbow-like dragon did not descend anymore, but burned in the air. The fire was hundreds of thousands times stronger than the line of fire sent by Hong Futian.

The dragon burned extremely fast, and in an instant, a large amount of smoke and ash formed, drifting away with the wind, and the already wet Hong Futian was covered in dust again.

There was still something that had not been burned, and a huge white fish fell heavily at Hong Futian's feet, struggling desperately.

Hong Futian was stiff and finally woke up after a while. He looked down and saw that it was not a white fish, but a man with no inch inches. His whole body was normal, but his head was still flaming, like a strange-shaped helmet, and it changed back and forth between the dragon and the human form.

Suddenly, another head was spit out from the burning head, and the flame finally went out.

Hong Futian was also a person who had seen the world and even dared to take the lead in rushing towards the Xuanwu of Destruction, but he was still stunned by the scene in front of him and stood there motionless.

The man who turned into an iron-bridged dragon stood up, retching a few times, looking at the head not far away, was both surprised and angry, "What's the matter? I almost choked to death."

Head was as surprised and angry as him, "What kind of thing are you? You don't even obey my control. Hey, why did you come out? Brother Xiaoqiu? Where is Fangfang?"

The bald man ran to the edge of the island, and a row of huge waves surged, and half of the island was almost overturned. The bald man fell downwards. Hong Futian had already reacted and grabbed his hair.

Hong Futian flew cautiously behind the island, which allowed him to escape a disaster - the world-destroying Xuanwu cut off the rootless island, freed up his most powerful weapon, and the iron tail penetrated into the deep sea, began to sweep vigorously from his mouth, stirring up a huge vortex, hundreds of feet in diameter, rolling in everything that ranged several times that. The whirlwind formed soared into the sky, and the scattered cultivators and demons flying in the air could not escape.

The world changes in color, and the living creatures in it do not even have the chance to change in color, with only one person being the exception.

The man transformed from dragon stood firmly on half of the island. Even though his body was parallel to the sea, he did not fall. Instead, he shouted happily: "Where is the Taoist priest in Qishan? Come out and see me!"

The dragon is a strange beast like Xuanwu, and its power is far inferior, but after it turns into a human form, it can use magic tricks. Under his control, although half of the rootless island is worried about overturning at any time, it has never been sucked in by the vortex. On the contrary, the other half of the island is getting deeper and deeper and deeper in the screams of a large number of screams and fall apart.

The bald man couldn't see the situation on the other side of the island, but he could see the sky, "Brother Xiaoqiu! Fangfang!"

The Xuanwu of the World Destroyed World started a massacre, and only more than a hundred casual cultivators and demon clans survived. They all died for a lifetime, but they all remembered this scene: Two Taoist priests of Pangshan rushed out of the sea and flew in the whirlwind. They were connected with a long whip flashing with lightning in their hands. After a circle, they suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Not only two Taoist priests of Pangshan, but also the Xuanwu of the Destroyed World also disappeared. It was as sudden as it came. The vortex it stirred for a long time before it stopped. When the sea was calm, it was seen that there were wreckages of ships and corpses within dozens of miles, including casual cultivators, demon clans, and more fish and turtles in the sea.

Survivors returned to the only half of the rootless island. They were still in shock and were all far away from the naked man. They all saw that this was transformed from an iron-bone dragon.

The strange beasts rarely turn into human form, so this iron-bone dragon looks extremely unusual.

The man was tall and strong, with long wet hair hanging down to the ground. He looked thirty or forty years old, with a proud expression and looking around. He first looked at Hong Futian, who was also wet. He was obviously not satisfied, but he did not turn into something to cover himself. He strode to a demon clan of similar size and "hand over his clothes."

Without saying a word, the demon immediately took off his coat and handed it over.

The bald man rushed to Hong Futian's head and looked around, "Where have Brother Xiaoqiu and Fangfang gone?"

Hong Futian didn't know, and the dragon man said while dressing, "Xuanwu leaped, one step was a thousand miles away. They should be thousands of miles away at this time."

The bald hair lost its support and fell on Hong Futian's bun, "Where can you find it if you want thousands of miles?"

Hong Futian really didn't like the extra head on it, but he didn't throw the bald man away, stepped forward and asked, "Is Yin Shengqian, the king of the Iron Dragon in the South China Sea?"

The dragon man did not answer, looked up at the lonely head, and after a while, he said, "It's interesting, does the Nine Daotong also accept the demon clan as his disciple?"

The bald man's hair was spelled. After some trouble, his form did not change much, and he was wearing a long hairpin. He said listlessly: "I am not a demon, my name is Mu Songxuan, and I am a disciple of Pangshan. Can you see where Brother Xiaoqiu and Fangfang were taken?"

The people on the island whispered sincerely, and had already confirmed that this person was Yin Shengqian, the king of the Iron Ridge Dragon in the South China Sea, but no one dared to go up and talk.

Yin Shengqian frowned. He had gone through hardships before climbing half of the island of Qishan. Unexpectedly, he only saw a Taoist skull, "Are there any Taoist disciples? Pangshan, Qishan, and Luanjingshan, any one can do."

A casual cultivator pointed to the sky, "Here's here, these people are all."

More than ten Taoist priests fell from the sky and landed on the island. The leader was Shen Jiyi, Taoist priest from Yashan. Before the three Taoist priests who went to report the news in front had arrived, they had already found that they were in danger behind them. The Taoist priest with the main magic weapon could fly immediately retreated, but was still one step late.

Only half of the rootless island has lost its spell protection, and no matter the Taoist demon, he can cast spells at will.

Yin Shengqian's face turned cold. He recognized these Taoist priests, "Ah, the murderer who slaughtered the Iron Dragon has arrived. Do you still remember me?"

Of course, Shen Jiyi remembered that he saw the dragon falling on the island in the distance, and he hated that he had flew too slowly.

Yin Shengqian laughed, "But we are already standing on the island of Qishan, so we have to stop temporarily. I will seek revenge on you in the future."

"I can't bear to look forward to it." Shen Jiyi said coldly. He was a little vague. Is the only half of the rootless island still considered part of Qishan? But after measuring, he decided to stop the battle. "So you are here to take refuge in Qishan?"

Yin Shengqian laughed again, but the laughter was full of desolation and sadness. "Yes, the Iron Dragon clan across the South China Sea has no way to go, and he actually came to Qishan to take refuge. Haha, let's laugh at him all the time, but it's only this time."

The Dragon King put away his smile and glanced around, "You all saw that the decisive battle between the demon clan and the Taoist dynasty began today. I came to warn the nine Taoist dynasty: Be prepared. This is not an ordinary war that once every few hundred years, but the final decisive battle. Unless one side dies, the war will never stop."

The Taoist throne had already received news that the sirens were preparing to attack Jingshan. The nine masters were gathered together to discuss countermeasures. Qishan was located at the southernmost edge of the nine major Daotong, and it was even more frequent to attack. Shen Jiyi didn't think that the warning of Jiao King was new, "Why did you betray the sirens and come to Qishan for refuge?"

"Didn't you hear it clearly? Unless one side dies, the war will not stop. The Iron Dragon clan is unwilling to rush to the front line, and he is even more unwilling to be extinct like this. Go and summon all the disciples of Taoism. This is a war that you can't escape. Take me to meet the nine masters, and I have more important news."

The island was silent, and the coming and going of Xuanwu in the Destroyed World greatly increased the atmosphere of the decisive battle. In the past several attacks against Qishan, I have never seen such a big guy.

Thousands of miles away, Pangshan disciple Mu Xingqiu poked his head out of the water and was also looking for the whereabouts of the big guy, and Fangfang. After a huge impact, the two were separated.

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