C5666 The Might of the Ancestral Dragon!
C5666 The Might of the Ancestral Dragon!
He was chatting with Number Four to relax his mind, but in his heart, he was thinking about how he was going to get out of this.
Number Four seemed to be more relaxed. He smiled and said, "Fellow Taoist Yang, you don't understand, do you?"
"By using the sword method, I can cut off the waves."
"Other people can't sit down calmly, but I can!"
"This trip is really rewarding. Thank you, Fellow Taoist Yang, for bringing me here!"
Yang Bo smiled. He turned his head to look at the cultivators in front of him. The cultivator in the lead was Hou Junyi.
Yang Bo stared at him. "Are you trying to rob me?"
Hou Junyi said, "Yang Bo, just surrender!"
Yang Bo laughed and said in disdain, "Surrender?"
"Why should I surrender?"
"You want to rob me of my Holy Dragon's Qi, so why don't you just let me surrender? Don't you want to save face?"
Number Four snorted, "That's right, do we not want to save face?"
"Hou Junyi, don't be too arrogant. Otherwise, don't blame us for being impolite!"
"I will let you see how powerful the Sword Sect's methods are!"
Hou Junyi turned to look at the cultivators beside him and said loudly, "Let's kill Yang Bo together and seize the Holy Dragon's Qi!"
"Everyone has a saint behind them, except for Yang Bo. Even if we kill him, there won't be any problems!"
"Everyone, please believe me. Let's move together and kill Yang Bo and seize the Holy Dragon's Qi!"
Everyone shouted in unison, "Kill Yang Bo and seize the Holy Dragon's Qi."
"Kill Yang Bo and seize the Holy Dragon’s Qi."
They shouted in unison, their momentum was extremely strong, and it actually attracted even more people to join in, wanting to kill Yang Bo together.
There were originally only ten or so people present, but in an instant, it doubled. More than twenty people surrounded him.
Facing these people, Yang Bo took out the Flood Dragon Scissors.
Entering the Dragon Transformation Pool, Yang Bo did not make any friends. He fumbled out the method to seize the Holy Dragon's Qi, but because he had obtained too much Holy Dragon's Qi, he was viewed with hostility by everyone.
Now, the reason why these people were willing to join in was because they wanted to divide up Yang Bo's Holy Dragon's Qi!
Yang Bo would not be lenient to them. The Golden Flood Dragon Scissors in his hands turned into two golden Flood Dragon Scissors and cut forward.
"Weapon!"
The word "Weapon" increased the power of the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors!
The cultivators on the opposite side all pounced towards Yang Bo.
Yang Bo shouted sternly, "Number 4, back off!"
Yang Bo pulled Number 4 back and pulled him behind him. Then, Yang Bo stared at the many cultivators in front of him and formed a seal with his hands.
"Mountain Tumbling!"
Yang Bo had learned this Dao Art a long time ago, but he had never used it before.
He rarely fought on the surface of the water, and this Dao Art was also difficult to use to its full potential.
Now that Yang Bo was in the Dragon Transformation Pool, he had enough conditions to use this technique.
In an instant, the water in the Dragon Transformation Pool suddenly surged, raising a wave that was dozens of feet high.
This group of cultivators rushed in Yang Bo's direction. They were not very far from the ground. When the waves hit them, all of the cultivators were sent flying.
Immediately after, the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors flew out and headed straight for Hou Junyi.
Hou Junyi was hit by the water, and his body was unable to completely control it. When he saw the two golden flood dragons winding around him, he immediately revealed a look of shock. He took out a bronze mirror.
The Golden Flood Dragon Scissors wrapped around the bronze mirror, but it did not break it.
Hou Junyi's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly escaped from here.
"Crack!"
The Golden Flood Dragon Scissors instantly cut off half of the bronze mirror, but the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors no longer had any strength left. It turned back into the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors and was taken away by Yang Bo.
Yang Bo held the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors and stared at the broken mirror. He could not help but say, "It's almost a saint artifact!"
He could feel that this mirror's power was powerful. It was not a saint artifact, but it was almost a saint artifact!
Hou Junyi waved his hand and took back the bronze mirror. However, when the mirror entered his hand, his face could not help but reveal a pained expression.
This bronze mirror was almost his strongest technique. He did not expect that it would be injured by Yang Bo's spirit artifact the moment it appeared.
Half of the bronze mirror was almost completely cut off.
The losses were too severe!
Yang Bo's Dao Art, the River and Sea, was one of the 36 Heavenly Astral Dao Arts. It could stir the water of the Dragon Transformation Pool. If it was another Dao Art, he would not be able to do it!
However, this Dao Art did not draw the power of the Dragon Transformation Pool, which made Yang Bo feel a little regretful.
Hou Jun Yi stared at Yang Bo and said loudly, "Yang Bo, do you think that you can deal with us with just your own strength?"
"I don't believe that you can use it a few more times."
"It's not that easy to stir the Dragon Transformation Pool!"
Yang Bo did not bother with him. He stared at the Dragon Transformation Pool with a pondering look on his face.
Stirring the Dragon Transformation Pool was not Yang Bo's goal. Yang Bo wanted to draw the power of the Sacred Dragon!
If he could obtain the Ancestral Dragon's help, dealing with these twenty to thirty cultivators would not be a problem.
Hou Jun Yi was still talking, "Yang Bo, hand over the Sacred Dragon Qi as soon as possible. Otherwise, you will die here!"
"We have enough strength to kill you!"
When Long Luo Fann saw the difference in strength, he felt that it was time for him to step forward. He jumped out and said, "Yang Bo, your death is near!"
"How dare you be so arrogant in the Golden Mountain? We will never forgive you!"
The golden dragon who had challenged Yang Bo also stood out.
Everyone felt that Yang Bo was at the end of his tether and could not withstand the siege of everyone!
Yang Bo was very calm. As the light flashed in front of him, he turned around and looked in the direction of the golden mountain again.
The golden mountain towered majestically. On the surface of the golden mountain, golden light shone brightly. There was a faint dragon staring in that direction.
Yang Bo stared at the direction of the phantom and was extremely shocked in his heart. He could guess that no one could see the figure of the giant dragon.
What did the Ancestral Dragon want to do?
Was the Ancestral Dragon still alive?
Yang Bo's heart was filled with doubts, but at this moment, he had no choice.
The Immortal Realm cultivators were knocked over by the waves, but they were not injured too much. They once again surrounded Yang Bo and wanted to attack him.
Yang Bo suddenly shouted, "There is no door of fortune or misfortune, only the call of the people. The retribution of good and evil is like a shadow following you!"
Along with Yang Bo's shout, the entire golden mountain boiled up.
The originally slightly dim golden light suddenly burst out with endless golden light, and the entire mountain was filled with golden light.
Immediately after, an invisible phantom seemed to appear. This phantom passed through the golden mountain and arrived at the Dragon Transformation Pool.
Almost in an instant, the entire Dragon Transformation Pool boiled up, because everyone felt a majestic power rushing over!
The Golden Dragon King stood up immediately. He stared at the sky with eyes full of shock.
At this moment, the Golden Dragon King almost burst into tears.
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