The rippling water waves in the sky gradually dissipated, and a purple bone dragon slowly emerged, an old woman with a violent complexion, standing on its virtual right paw, staring coldly at Xiao Yang.

"You're not dead yet?" With his eyes slightly squinted, Xiao Yang raised his right hand and carelessly wiped away the blood on his face.

"I haven't killed you yet, how could the old man take a step first."

Scanning the surrounding space, the old woman said coldly: "A Royal Water Spirit Orb has taken the lives of three first-order spirit emperors. Even if you are buried here, you are also proud of it."

The strong spirit emperor is not the Chinese cabbage on the side of the road. The death of the three spirit emperors is undoubtedly a big blow to the bones.

"It's two." Xiao Yang looked at the old woman and smiled faintly: "There is another one, whose life is harder, and she was lucky enough to survive."

"Call out the emptiness." The muddy old eyes lifted slightly, and the old woman said indifferently: "The old man has long wanted to see how powerful the legendary profound beast is. It will attract countless powerful people on the mainland, because of it. Lose your life."

"As you wish, but you won't be able to see Kongling Luo, this profound beast can be shown to you."

Amid Xiao Yang's faint laughter, a thick black mist surged in front of him, and the King of All Nights, holding a black sickle, stepped on it, his eyes cold.

"this is……"

The old face changed for a while, and the old woman's voice vibrated: "Wan Ye Wang?"

In addition to Kong Lingluo, Xiao Yang actually has a profound beast!

Many powerful people on the mainland can work hard for a trace of a profound beast, and Xiao Yang not only owns a profound beast, but also has two?

"Great!" The complexion gradually recovered, and the old woman's eyes burst with excitement: "After killing you, Konglingluo handed in the bone gate, then this King of Nights is the old one."

"Purple Prison Dragon, do it lightly, don't kill it accidentally." Hei Wing spread out with excitement, and the old woman shot back and appeared thousands of feet away.

"Purple Prison Dragon?" Xiao Yang's expression was slightly solemn as his eyes fell on the purple bone dragon.

The Purple Prison Dragon, one of the branches of the Purple Dragon, has a real dragon bloodline and is extremely tyrannical. Tan Xu, the strong spirit king who crossed the Northern Territory thousands of years ago, concluded a spiritual pact with a Purple Prison Dragon.

At that time, the four regions of the east, west, south, and north of the mainland were far less stable than they are now. Years of continuous wars involved countless spiritual masters, and blood flowed into rivers.

Under the frenzied attack of the Southern Territory, the Northern Territory was almost lost and precarious. In order to prevent the spiritual masters of the Northern Territory from being enslaved after the war, countless strong men rose up to resist and saved the land of the Northern Territory at the cost of their lives.

Tan Xu was one of the more famous people in that war. With the strength of the seventh-order spirit king, he brought his own Purple Hell Dragon to kill a ninth-order spirit king in the Southern Region with difficulty, causing Bei The weak situation of the territories has been brought back some by Shengsheng.

However, after the war, he was also seriously injured and died at the same time as the Purple Prison Dragon. Otherwise, he must be one of the top powerhouses in the Northern Territory today.

"Do you know how much the old man paid to get the remains of the Purple Hell Dragon?"

Looking at the bones of the Purple Hell Dragon with a baby-like gaze, the old woman’s voice was filled with unbearable triumph: “Tan Xu’s grave is located in the Mingshui River. The old body is there and stayed there for three full days. It was only a month later that the remains of the Purple Hell Dragon were successfully salvaged."

Hearing this, Xiao Yang's mind roared.

This bone is Tan Xu's Purple Hell Dragon?

Looking at the smiling old woman, Xiao Yang's eyes suddenly became cold, and a strong anger came out in his heart little by little.

In order to protect the Northern Territory, Tan Xu and the Purple Prison Dragon both died in battle. After a few years, not only did they not receive the respect they deserved, but instead the dead bones that should have been silent were so insulted?

"You also think that the remains of the Purple Prison Dragon fit my bones, right?" The old woman didn't seem to notice the changes in Xiao Yang's mood, and her laughter was hoarse and unpleasant: "How can such precious bones be wasted easily, etc." If there is a chance, the old man collects some more materials and refines it."

"King of the night, kill her." Xiao Yang said softly, his killing intent was restrained in his flat voice.

If you don't kill this old woman, he won't return to Shisanfeng today!

"Huh!"

As if turned into a black smoke, the figure of the king of nights passed straight through the sky, the sickle blade of the cold light in his hand, tore the air, and slashed down.

That goal is exactly the old woman's neck.

"Purple Prison Dragon!" The old woman yelled coldly.

"Snapped!"

The bony tail of purple light fluttered on the edge of the Wanye King, sparks shot into the room, and the latter's figure shot back hundreds of meters.

"Roar!"

Surrounded by the old woman, the Purple Hell Dragon roared.

Even if it is just bones, its voice contains undisguised Longwei. If it is tempered according to the secret method of the bone gate, it will return to its former demeanor during the holidays, perhaps.

But whether it is now or then, it is not a real Purple Hell Dragon, but just a corpse without life consciousness.

"After all, it is an Emperor Vault-level spirit beast, and can no longer be treated with the attitude of dealing with a Nirvana-level spirit beast."

Looking at the king of the night who had been withdrawn by one tail, Xiao Yang shouted, "High Nirvana-level spiritual skills, Nether Ripple!"

Spiritual power filled the sickle blade, and the sharp light in Wanyewang's eyes flashed out, and the large space in front of him was rapidly distorted at this time.

"What a powerful spiritual skill!" The old woman was not surprised and rejoiced: "It's a profound beast, after today, this powerful profound beast belongs to me!"

"Roar!"

With the wide bone wings flapped, the Purple Hell Dragon's mouth opened, and a purple mist, like a tide, suddenly spit out from its throat.

"boom!"

The two offensives collided in the middle, setting off a series of winds, and among them, a black shadow passed by, and the sharp sickle blade smashed the purple prison dragon's head.

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"Good boy, it seems that I have been dealing with my bones."

The old woman sneered again and again: "But, do you think that this will smash its spiritual core? It's really naive, Purple Hell Dragon, let him see how terrifying your speed is."

"Clang clang!"

The sharp sickle blade and the bone claws of the Purple Hell Dragon continued to collide with each other in a dazzling posture. The crisp sound of collision blasted in the sky one after another.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a dull explosion sounded, and the bodies of the Purple Hell Dragon and Wanye King retreated at the same time.

And at this moment, a cold light flashed in Wanyewang's eyes, and the black chain on his right arm turned into a black line with a whistling sound, and the sharp tip shot violently at the purple prison dragon's head.

"Snapped!"