"Brother, haven't you eaten? It doesn't hurt at all."

Ji Mingyue grinned.

She really doesn't feel any pain.

The physical body is too powerful.

There is no feeling.

Ye Qing was speechless.

Next, it’s more important to get down to business.

Seize the time to refine the tail of the Hell-Suppressing Demonic Dragon and absorb its essence and blood.

"Brother, do you think the Prison Suppressing Heavenly Demonic Dragon will be killed in a fit of anger?" Ji Mingyue said suddenly.

"Probably not. As a powerful ancient relic and a mighty dragon, is he shameless?" Ye Qing frowned.

The voice fell.

Suddenly, a dark figure appeared in the sky above everyone's heads.

The terrifying dragon power is overwhelming!

That is the huge body of the Prison-Suppressing Heavenly Demonic Dragon!

Good guy!

The prison-suppressing dragon is really here.

"Xiao Mingyue, you have such a crow's mouth!" Ye Qing was stunned.

Ji Mingyue immediately covered her mouth, feeling embarrassed.

Holy Lord Xilin, Di Ze and others were all shocked.

Unexpectedly, the prison-suppressing demon dragon was really killed.

This situation is a bit difficult to deal with.

"Little friend, what should we do now?" Holy Lord Xilin asked worriedly.

"Run...run?" Before Ye Qing could reply, Ji Mingyue asked cautiously.

Ji Mingyue was frightened.

The big guys present were all frightened.

They have seen the strength of the Prison Suppressing Demonic Dragon before.

I know it well.

With the power of the Prison-Suppressing Demonic Dragon, even if they have adjusted their state to the peak, it may be difficult for them to deal with it.

"No!"

Ye Qing suddenly spoke.

Running around is not the solution.

Now, what Ye Qing needs most is time!

"Help me resist for a quarter of an hour!"

Ye Qing said through a message.

In just a quarter of an hour, Ye Qing was confident that he could improve his bloodline and awaken for the second time.

When the time comes, Ye Qing will naturally have a way to deal with the Prison-Suppressing Demonic Dragon.

"All right."

Holy Lord Xilin reluctantly agreed.

"Brother Shura, don't worry, we can still do it in a quarter of an hour!" Di Ze said slowly.

Soon, Holy Lord Xilin and Di Ze each used powerful methods.

Holy Lord Xilin held a machete and rushed forward, displaying his powerful sword intent.

Di Ze displayed Water and Sky Cage.

Trying to limit the movement speed of the Prison Suppressing Demonic Dragon.

There was also the Rakshasa Witch. In an instant, she displayed the Rakshasa Illusion, and a powerful divine soul force rushed out.

Ji Mingyue had already run away.

Seeing everyone fighting against the Prison-Suppressing Demonic Dragon, Ji Mingyue was a little embarrassed and came back to fight again.

Holding a big ax in hand, the tiger is powerful.

"Crack!"

Soon, Ji Mingyue's small figure was whipped away by the Prison Suppressing Demonic Dragon on the spot.

The Prison-Suppressing Demonic Dragon only lost a small part of its tail.

It has little effect on his combat prowess.

The Prison-Suppressing Demonic Dragon is very angry now.

His eyes were full of fierce murderous intent.

He is not interested in other people.

I just wanted to kill Ye Qing.

"Human, I will definitely skin you and cramp you!"

The Prison-Suppressing Heavenly Demonic Dragon roared, and then rushed over at extreme speed, like a dark phantom.

Holy Lord Xilin's Zongheng Sword Intent and Gale Wind Sword Intent did not cause much damage to the Prison Suppressing Heavenly Demonic Dragon.

The Holy Lord of Xilin, who is at the seventh level of the Imperial Martial Arts, even if he is a Sword Emperor, the combat power he can exert is still a little behind.

"Chi!"

Just when a fierce battle broke out, a bloody sword shadow burst out from the void.

Ye Qing's Shura Blood Sword was released.

The bloody sword light was extremely dazzling.

Ye Qing himself was still refining the essence and blood of the Hell-Suppressing Demonic Dragon, but he had already extracted it and ate it.

Of course Ye Qing couldn't take action.

However, Shura Blood Sword can.

The Shura Blood Sword has spirit.

It is already a mature Shura Blood Sword.

Even without Ye Qing's control, Shura Blood Sword can still fight on its own.

An imperial weapon is an imperial weapon.

Regardless of whether someone controls it or not, its power is amazing.

However, now Ye Qing cannot release his sword intention.

Ye Qing still needs some time.

"roar!"

The Prison-Suppressing Heavenly Demonic Dragon let out a dragon roar, and dark claw shadows appeared in the void!

"Devil Dragon Nine Claws!"

The Prison-Suppressing Demonic Dragon cast a secret technique.

The powerful secret technique shocked the whole audience!

Soon, Holy Lord Xilin's body was smashed and flew out on the spot, looking extremely embarrassed.

With the secret technique being used, the combat power of the Prison Suppressing Demonic Dragon is undoubtedly even more terrifying.

It is already remarkable that Holy Lord Xilin can persevere until now.

After all, there is a big gap between his cultivation level and that of the Prison-Suppressing Demonic Dragon.

"Little friend, are you okay?" Holy Lord Xilin vomited blood and retreated, almost physically collapsing.

If it weren't for the existence of the force-removing sword intention, he would have died in that blow just now.

Ye Qing didn't reply.

Obviously, there is not enough time. Ye Qing's bloodline is still a little short of awakening for the second time.

In Ye Qing's body, there is an extremely strong qi and blood.

Behind Ye Qing, the vision of the bloodline of the Eight Desolate Flame Dragons appeared again.
To be continued...