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Chapter 360 Beheading

Chapter 360

"It's you! Wang Teng!"

The white-haired Taoist priest noticed Wang Teng above the dragon head, and his eyes fell on Wang Teng, and a look of shock suddenly appeared in his eyes. At the same time, a strong murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

"Do you want to kill me? Unfortunately, if your real body comes, I will be a little afraid. But now you are just an incarnation, and you dare to kill me?"

"Well, today I will kill you incarnation first, and then slaughter your true body!"

A sneer appeared on Wang Teng's lips, and a scarlet red in his eyes, and murderous thoughts surged like a tide.

His thoughts turned, and the white dragon puppet rushed directly at the white-haired Taoist priest, and his bloody eyes as big as a lantern flashed with a cold light.

"you!"

The white-haired Taoist priest suddenly changed his expression. Unexpectedly, Wang Teng was so bold that he wanted to kill him too!

He waved his hands, mobilized the small amount of magic power in his body, used his magical powers, and faced the attack of the puppet white dragon.

"boom!"

A powerful mana surged, and a mana hand condensed out of the void and grabbed the puppet white dragon.

However, the puppet white dragon opened its mouth and whispered a long song, and the powerful sound waves swept away, forming a spiritual impact, interfering with the mind of the white-haired Taoist priest.

The white-haired Taoist priest was just an incarnation. His soul was weak and he suffered the spiritual impact of the puppet white dragon one after another. His soul imprint was inclined to collapse on the spot. Not only that, the magical powers he condensed were forcibly interrupted because his mind was impacted.

"roar!"

The puppet white dragon rushed over instantly, and the white-haired Taoist priest's figure immediately collapsed and turned into a rain of light.

"Wang Teng, if you dare to touch Feng'er, I will make you die without a burial place!"

The white-haired Taoist priest let out an unwilling roar and then completely dissipated.

At this moment, Bai Feng had just escaped to the entrance of the 38th floor to the 37th floor.

When I turned around and saw the scene in front of me, I felt very frightened and my hair was standing upside down.

Unexpectedly, even his grandfather's incarnation could not resist the attack of the white dragon under Wang Teng's feet.

This made him feel a strong sense of anxiety, horror and fear.

"Damn it, damn it, what's going on with this white dragon? How could he obey the will of a warrior like Wang Teng?"

Bai Feng cursed in his heart and fled wildly.

He rushed towards the entrance of the passage in front of him.

"Let me die without a place to bury?"

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Wang Teng's mouth, and his scarlet gaze shot out, illuminating Bai Feng.

Suddenly, the white maple was shining on her back, and the fear in her heart became even more intense.

As the thoughts turned, the puppet white dragon opened its mouth and roared, and the formations in its body were running. The spirit stones in the energy space burned wildly, and powerful power surged.

The next moment, a destructive light shot out from the mouth of the puppet Bailong and blasted towards Bai Feng.

"No--"

Bai Feng felt the light behind him, and the sense of crisis in his heart reached its peak instantly, and a haze of death instantly enveloped his mind.

The destructive light arrived in an instant and bombarded Bai Feng's body, and the pale light enveloped Bai Feng.

When the light of destruction disappeared, Bai Feng's figure had completely disappeared.

Only a few pieces of rags fell down.

There was still a blood mist rolling.

"So...so strong!"

The bald crane's feathers stood up all over their bodies. Looking at this scene, he said blankly.

The spirit of the mountain, river, country, and tripod was also a little dazed.

Tang Yue was also shocked.

Wang Teng didn't care about this, and Wang Teng was not unfamiliar with the understanding of the puppet dragon.

When Wang Teng entered the puppet dragon's body, he had already observed the formations in the puppet dragon's body.

I have also understood the attack methods of the puppet dragon.

This light of destruction is just one of them.

"It's a pity that my cultivation level is not high enough now. Otherwise, I could have transformed the puppet dragon, built some formations again, and sacrificed it, and promoted it to the second level. At that time, even the monks in the secret realm of magical powers will be defeated in front of it."

Wang Teng said regretfully.

At this moment, the puppet Bailong's eyes suddenly dimmed two points, and the aura on his body also weakened.

Wang Teng refined the core of the puppet white dragon and the dragon spirit gem. He knew the situation of the puppet white dragon. He knew what was going on, and he felt distressed.

"Although this puppet dragon is powerful, it really costs money!"

The more than 500,000 spirit stones he had previously invested in the puppet White Dragon energy space, but now in a short time, it is almost burned out!

If you just simply activate the physical activity of the puppet dragon and fly in the air, you will not consume much spirit stones, but letting it launch an attack, especially launching a killer move like the Light of Destruction, would consume extremely spirit stones.

And the more powerful an attack is, the greater the power it consumes.

Wang Teng rushed to Bai Feng by controlling the puppet Bai Long and picked up a storage ring on the ground. This storage ring was Bai Feng's storage ring.

As the young lord of the Arctic Palace, Bai Feng naturally has many resources.

Without saying a word, Wang Teng rolled up a large pile of spirit stones from it and transmitted it to the energy space of the puppet white dragon. The slightly dim eyes of the puppet white dragon suddenly became hot again.

Then he looked at Bai Feng's storage ring again.

This storage ring contains many precious materials, pills, spiritual herbs, etc.

In addition, there are some advanced martial arts and martial arts, but martial arts are of little significance to Wang Teng. What he does not lack the least are martial arts and martial arts.

What he cares about is the precious materials, as well as the Lingcao Treasure Medicine, which will be of great use in the future.

"Let's go, we have been here for so many days, and it's time to go out. Senior Ye is still waiting for us."

Wang Teng spoke to Tang Yue.

With a thought, the Qinglong's remaining thoughts activate the puppet White Dragon, and quickly rushed out of the Demon-Suppressing Palace.

The speed of this puppet white dragon is faster than that of a bald crane.

After rushing out of the Demon-Suppressing Palace, the masters of the major families in front of the Demon-Suppressing Palace had already left and dared not stay in this place of right and wrong.

The other two masters from the Arctic Palace who followed Bai Feng were guarding this place.

Seeing Wang Teng rushing out by controlling the white dragon, the two of them were frightened and suddenly jumped up from the ground and flew into the sky.

"What is that?"

"dragon?"

The two were shocked. How could there be dragons in the Demon-Suppressing Palace?

"Wait, there's someone on the dragon's back!"

Then, the eyes of the two men fell on Wang Teng and Tang Yue on the back of the puppet white dragon, and their eyes were even more surprised.

There was actually someone who dared to stand on the dragon's back, which was even more surprising than seeing the dragon.

"That person is..."

"Wang Teng!"

"He is Wang Teng!"

Then, the two of them looked closely and saw Wang Teng's appearance clearly, and immediately exclaimed.

Wang Teng had already put away the fierce aura on his body and the remnants of other ancient beasts, and stood on the puppet white dragon dog with a long body.

Hearing the exclamation of the two disciples of the North Pole Palace, Wang Teng looked calm and the puppet white dragon rushed towards the two of them.

"The Northern Pole Palace is worthy of being the ten legendary sects, and its foundation is really deep. Any disciple is a master of the Four Poles Secret Realm."

A sneer appeared on Wang Teng's lips.
Chapter completed!
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