Zhu Fengpeng left with a thousand heavenly soldiers, and only Ao Bing and the other three were left on the entire island. Yao Ji also flew away as she looked at Ao Bing, who was like a husband-looking stone and the big tent that had not been moved.

The moment Yao Ji left, Ao Bing, who had been looking at the direction of the Dragon Palace Treasure House, smiled faintly. Yao Ji's departure had already made Ao Bing understand the result of the battle in the Dragon Palace Treasure House.

Although the dragon clan paid a bit high this time, it was still moving towards the favorable direction of the dragon clan.

"We should practice well for a while after this time."

Looking at the spiritual power fluctuations that had gradually calmed down, Ao Bing's calm eyes showed a little desire.

"Your thought is very dangerous!"

The teasing words sounded, and Ao Bing looked at Qiongxiao who was already standing beside him in surprise.

"Is it so easy to break through the Daluo Golden Immortal?"

Ao Bing asked at Qiongxiao in shock.

"What do you think? It's just that I have some insights and a little more confidence. If I really want to break through the Daluo Golden Immortal, I will need to stay in seclusion for ten thousand years."

Qiongxiao's explanation made Ao Bing's face dissipate, and then nodded in understanding. In Ao Bing's opinion, this should be true, otherwise the Daluo Golden Immortal would be so easy to break through, so the Heavenly Dao Master really dared to do a few more nuisances like the Lich's Great Tribulation.

"I was originally going to wait until all the spiritual power fluctuations there disappeared and go over and see it. Now that you are out, then take me over and see it."

Ao Bing threw away the stone in his hand and slowly stood up and said to Qiongxiao beside him.

"I should go and see. Things in the South China Sea should end soon. I don't have much time to move freely. If I don't go into seclusion quickly, it may have an impact on breaking through the Daluo Golden Immortal."

Qiongxiao said as he took Ao Bing to fly quickly towards the Dragon Palace Treasure House.

The battle between the Dragon Clan and the Western Sect on the Dragon Palace Treasure House is coming to an end. Although the Dragon Clan has defended the Treasure House, it has suffered heavy losses at this time.

The figures of Ao Bing and Qiongxiao were hidden in the dark. Looking at the battle that was already at the end, the Golden Dragon Scissors and the Hunyuan Jin Dou appeared directly in Qiongxiao's hands.

"You're here, I'll go down and sweep it."

Qiongxiao said that the figure had entered the battlefield, and the golden dragon scissors directly turned into ancient Yin-Yang Golden Dragon and headed towards the Western Sect masters not far away.

A scream sounded, and everyone looked at Qiongxiao, the fairy who suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

Looking at the golden dragon scissors and the Hunyuan Jin Dou in Qiongxiao's hand, all the dragon tribes showed joy on their faces and quickly attacked the Western masters around them.

The dragon roars sounded, and the morale of the masters on the Dragon Clan instantly increased. The masters on the Western Sect showed a hint of gloom on their faces, and some of them had even begun to retreat silently to the back.

Huge dragon bodies quickly surrounded the Western scholars who were about to escape. Seeing this scene, Ao Bing, who was hiding in the clouds, couldn't help but curse.

"If you want to change, you must change it! At this time, the victory has been confirmed. What can you do if you let a few go? Why do you need to cause casualties for this if you don't care about the overall situation?"

Ao Bing in the sky kept complaining as he looked at the battle below. In Ao Bing's opinion, the fighting style of the dragon clan was the most undesirable.

Any battle is centered on interests, and since the goal is achieved, there is no fearless sacrifice added.

As time goes by, although the balance of victory is constantly tilting towards the Dragon Clan, Ao Bing's face becomes darker. At the end of the anger, Ao Bing turned his head and stopped watching the battle below.

This kind of battle based on physical instinct has completely disappointed Ao Bing with the battle between a group of masters. Moving mountains and reclamation is indeed powerful, but in Ao Bing's view, there is no soul in the battle without scale and cooperation.

In Ao Bing's opinion, the war at this stage of the prehistoric world is really weak. The real war must be group and each performs its own duties, rather than rushing up to find its own opponents when they go to the battlefield.

At this moment, Ao Bing made up his mind to train a real army in the East China Sea in the future. Although Ao Bing looked down on Qingtongjun, he now had to admit that Qingtongjun was the person he had seen in the prehistoric world who understands the army the most.

"You are relaxed! You are enjoying the blue sky and white clouds here, but your people are fighting desperately below."

After the battle, Qiongxiao's figure appeared on the clouds, looking at Ao Bing who was lying on the clouds and looking up at the sky, smiling.

"Their battle made me feel that I had no soul, and I was just rushing around, and when I fought, I forgot what my purpose was, and it didn't meet my requirements at all.

The next treasure house, you go, I won’t go. As for what’s happening later, let them stay where they are, and then wait for someone to accept these two treasure houses.”

Ao Bing said boredly, and stood up and prepared to return to the island.

"I really can't guess what you are thinking."

Qiongxiao said speechlessly, and his figure quickly headed towards the next dragon treasure house. Ao Bing turned around in the clouds.

On the other side, Zhu Fengpeng led a thousand heavenly soldiers to head towards the island where the three dragons were hiding.

"General, you said that we can't catch the three dragons this time. Did that guy escape from us many times before?"

The heavenly soldiers beside Zhu Fengpeng asked Zhu Fengpeng with some concern.

"Don't worry! This time the three dragons cannot escape, and they cannot catch them before, because the people above were playing with him. This time no one was playing with him, so he couldn't escape."

Zhu Fengpeng said with a smile, with an excited look in his eyes. No matter what the people above think, or what happened to the capture of the three dragons, as long as the credit for the three dragons is his own.

Although the cultivation of the three-headed dragons and Zhu Fengpeng is almost the same, after such a long period of escape, Zhu Fengpeng knew in his heart that the three-headed dragons are definitely not his opponent.

When he arrived at the outskirts of the island where the three-headed dragons were hiding, Zhu Fengpeng waved his hand and a thousand heavenly soldiers quickly surrounded the entire island.

A simple version of the Skynet array enveloped the island, and Zhu Fengpeng then flew into the island with a smile.

"Three-headed Dragon, come out! You should know that those who help you are no longer able to help you, so you'd better come out and surrender, and don't let me kill you."

The cold words were spoken from Zhu Fengpeng's mouth, and his eyes carefully swept across his surroundings.

The three dragons hidden in the dark looked at the sky net formation in the sky, and then looked at Zhu Fengpeng with a wry smile on their face.

The play is finally over. If the three dragons don’t end, they feel that they can’t hold on. After all, Qingtongjun promised him that these heavenly soldiers would definitely save his life. If they are caught by the dragon clan, life or death will depend on their own destiny.

Holding the spear in his hand, the three dragons turned into a stream of light and thorned towards Zhu Fengpeng. Although they were about to be caught, they still had to be beaten, otherwise some things would not make sense.

A sneer flashed in Zhu Fengpeng's eyes, and the spear in his hand also stabbed straight out. Two guns collided, and the figures of the three-headed dragon flew backwards in an instant.

A trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. The three-headed dragon did not expect that Zhu Fengpeng would do his best to the first shot.

"With such a serious injury, it seems that your life is not easy during this period! You should just surrender! You don't have to suffer any more."

Although Zhu Fengpeng said this, he did not stop at all in his hand. A spear passed through a stream of light and stabbed at the three dragons again.

The three-headed dragon cursed Zhu Fengpeng's shamelessness in his heart. His figure flashed and he picked up his gun and directly hit Zhu Fengpeng's spear.

Looking at the spear that was hitting him with a long spear, Zhu Fengpeng showed a faint smile on his face. The figure holding the spear appeared directly behind the three-headed dragons, and stepped on the back of the three-headed dragons and smashed them hard towards the ground.

A loud noise sounded, and the three-headed dragon's body left a big pit directly on the ground, and a mouthful of blood was spurted out of its mouth.

"Is that your clone?"

"I just realized now that it's a little late."
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