Qiu Chong, the Black Dragon Saint, made his transformation and took action, and he directly regained his previous disadvantages, which was more intimidating than Wu Huang, the god of killing. After all, he was a saint, and his strength was so strong that many people were desperate. After this transformation, his huge body, which was as huge as a mountain, directly occupied nearly one-tenth of the flat ground outside Zhenyuan City, as if he was like a rock that was blocking the torrent, and remained motionless.

This visual impact is thousands of times stronger than Wu Huang's coquettishness that is traveling through the torrent. Of course, if it weren't for the burning blood river floating outside Wu Huang's body, it was like a burning river of blood falling from the sky. But even so, Qiu Chong at this time also suppressed Wu Huang's limelight.

He turned and jumped out, and directly attracted all the lens flashes to him. Even Wu Huang's panic caused by the identity of the Son of the Evil God was minimized by this visual impact.

However, what no one expected was that Qiu Chong would secretly attack. Of course, he could not tell the secret attack if he was not strong enough. But how could he not tell the person like Mo Qianqian who had the title of Three Little Saints!

But although they saw it, they couldn't save it even if they wanted to save it, and they were unable to rescue it. After all, the other party was a saint. Although they were called the three little saints, their strength was still a little different from that of the real saints, not to mention that the other party was a black dragon saint of the dragon clan, and the gap was even greater.

Moreover, among the three little saints, only Xiaoqin Saint Mo Qianqian wanted to save Wu Huang. The other two little saints wanted Wu Huang to be dismembered by five horses and died with great corpses. Even if they could save Wu Huang, they would not reach out to save him.

At this time, whether Wu Huang could avoid this secret move can only depend on his own luck.

However, no one expected that after the black flame touched him, it did not cause any harm to him, but was absorbed by the burning blood river on his body. The burning blood river seemed like a bottomless abyss, swallowing the black knowledge surging towards him wildly...

In the burning blood, the red flame gradually turned into purple flame after the addition of the black flame, with a hint of monster, which made everyone stunned. What made the Black Dragon Saint secretly complain was that the master of the purple flame blood river was now staring at him.

The red blood eyes had no eyeballs, only endless blood, giving people a sense of strangeness with a towering pores. What made the black dragon saint Qiu Chong feel a little nervous but also a little ridiculous was that he actually felt that under those eyes, he had become the other party's prey, and it was the other party's prey that was very interested in.

But before he could finish laughing, Wu Huang's figure flashed and rushed towards the huge flying dragon with the purple flames. The brutal collision made the crazy monsters standing in front of him turn into blood mist one by one. Under the burning of purple flames, only a few blood beads left to merge into the blood river. The blood river was now not just a breath, but to merge into the real blood mist, which was the true blood river.

Under Qiu Chong's huge body, no one could see Wu Huang's movements clearly, but when everyone looked up at the sky, they could see the purple flame blood river rushing towards the huge black dragon at its fast speed.

"Look, that guy not only swallowed the black flames of the vengeful Saint, but now he actually rushed towards the vengeful Saint and Yuye Kuangniu to provide it. What does he want to do!?"

"Does it be that I want to fight the saints with you?... Is this too overestimating my ability!" Someone couldn't help laughing when he saw Wu Huang's behavior of hitting the stone with an egg.

"Overbial power! Hey..., Son of Killing, oh no, the behavior of the Son of the Evil God is not something that others can guess. Didn't you see that the black flames that the vengeful saints were proud of were swallowed up by others? Look! This must be a fierce scene of dragons and tigers fighting "..."

"Aren't the bullshit son of the evil god just a human being affected by the negative aura of the outside world?" This person is not from the Holy Academy, but from the Black Dragon Guard.

Some clergymen in the temple looked at him and cursed the idiots in their hearts. Although this sentence sounds like he looks down on Wu Huang, he also rejected the fact that Wu Huang is the son of the evil god. Although his words may not have any deterrence, they give people an introduction, and at the same time they also planted a seed of disbelief in the hearts of some people. In panic, this seed may soon take root and sprout, as long as it has its own soil for growth.

"The son of the evil god is not really the son of the evil god, but refers to some people who are affected by it and can bring endless bloody killings." At this time, someone among the young people in the Madman City retorted: "If you are influenced by negative emotions from the outside world and can have such power as him, you can also be the son of the evil god!"

"That's right, don't pretend to understand if you don't understand!" Some of the priests in the temple wished that Wu Huang was the son of the evil god, and then the people in the world could kill him together. Of course, on the other hand, it was because Wu Huang was too unfair to give the temple a hand. He slapped the temple in the face again and again. If his identity became the son of the evil god, the degree of injury of the face slap could be reduced a lot of words. After all, he was the son of the evil god, and it was reasonable to say that he was the son of the evil god.

"Parassive! You wish our Jiu Shao Pavilion would become the son of the evil god! All the dirty waters were poured on our Jiu Shao Pavilion. The people in your temple were so shameless. Why didn't the bullshit God of Light break you to death!" These are what the people in the Holy Academy said.

Although the students of the Holy Academy were not very interested in Wu Huang, Wu Huang was a disciple of the Pavilion Master, which was related to the face of the Holy Academy. Moreover, Wu Huang made the temple embarrassed twice and three times, and they felt very happy to see it. Who told these clergy in the temple to say that others were heretics at all times, and they looked like they were condescending and thought they were the master! It was really a bit owed! Now it happened that their own people had slapped the temple's face, so they naturally wanted to maintain it.

"You...you dare to despise the God of Light, you..."

"Have I despised him? Will the God King not fart? Or do you think the God King's farts are also fragrant? If so, then I apologize! I shouldn't slander the farts of the God King of Light is smelly. Please forgive my lifeless..."

“….”

"Hahaha……"

"Okay, stop laughing, one person and one dragon will meet one piece!"

Only a loud bang was heard, the earth was trembling, and the black dragon saint's majestic dragon body actually shook a little!

"Damn! He is still not a human!"

"He is not a human, he is the son of the evil god! There is nothing that cannot be done with the evil god."

"Also, he is not the son of an ordinary evil god. His body has a very strong killing aura, and it also has burning anger. The fire was empty fire before, and everyone can only feel it and cannot see it, but the purple flame now is the truth, and it is more intelligent with the black flame of the Black Dragon Saint."

"Such a powerful aura is really terrifying! If it were us, we would have become blood mud by this collision!"

"Because he was filled with the aura of the evil god of fear. Have you noticed that the aura in the burning blood river was increasing. The aura of killing was still surging before, followed by the aura of crazy burning anger, and even all the aura of hatred, hatred, destruction, etc."

"Is it said that even if you have such an aura, you are the son of the evil god, and that evil god's son is too much worthless! If you take away the things that protect your mind and go out and try it, you are also the next son of the evil god! What you are saying is so evil, isn't it because you are affected by all kinds of negative emotions!"

Someone from the temple said, "It is precisely because he tried the Dharma and dedicated himself to the evil god, erased his mind and became a believer of the evil god, that he became a son of the evil god. Everyone can become a son of the evil god, as long as he dedicates himself to the evil god, he becomes a believer of the evil god. This is a heresy! He should be punished for 7,799 days at the stake to awaken his mind. If he is obsessed with it, he will be knocked out of purgatory and suffer the pain of the bronze initiation..."

"A bunch of self-righteous dogs!"

"I really think I am the God of Light. Whoever is heresy is a heresy. A bullshit heresy. After this matter is over, I see who dares to touch our Jiushao Pavilion!"

"That's right, let anyone die if you move! I bully us, Kuangniu, provide the Holy Academy, no one is there, right?"

Mo Qianqian didn't say anything. At this time, she didn't want to argue with others because there was no need. What he was worried about was that Wu Huang's divine intelligence could not be freed from the surging negative emotions. If the little princess of Zijing was here at this time, she would probably go over to the guy in the face! But she couldn't do it!

At this time, Wu Huang's figure had once again collided with the black dragon with a mountain-like body.

With the rumbling sound, Heilongju took a step back, causing everyone to tremble in its retreat. Wu Huang's body was also thrown away heavily, but because his physique was so strong that it did not turn into meat scraps.

As he threw back, the aura formed by the two powerful auras collided and burst out directly among Zeng Qun, causing the beast tide to stagnate for a moment and was directly blasted out of a vacuum.

However, what is unimaginable is that the blood of the monsters crushed by the powerful aura burst out from the collision of these two auras continued to surge into the blood river hanging from the sky above Wu Huang's head. The blood in the blood river surged, and the purple flames became even more intense and crazier.

Wu Huang's body paused suddenly, then kicked his feet and shot at the Black Dragon Saint again. At the same time, he raised his hands high and the killing aura in his hand. The blood river above his head suddenly shook and drilled into the Demon...

Then, he held the demon in his hand and waved his head violently!

A huge Baiwei Tai blood-colored sword light slashed straight towards the giant dragon's head! (To be continued)
Chapter completed!