Dongwang Gong: Dear fellow Taoists, can you give me a recommendation ticket or a monthly ticket to help the poor Taoist force fight against the ancestral dragon!

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Against the Nine Heavenly Gang Wind, Duke Dong was extremely fast, turned into a stream of light and flew upwards in a million miles, instantly penetrated the surrounding star power barrier, and then stood on the twelfth-grade innate Yin and Yang Dao Lotus, fixed in the void.

Waiting for Zulong to arrive.

The lunar sun and the sun are shining together, and the stars in the sky are shining brightly. Far away from the ancient land, the starry sky at this time is slightly vast. The East Prince stands quietly, and he can slowly activate the power of the stars. The star power adds to his body, and the Taoist power is

stern.

Soon, Zulong arrived and stood hundreds of miles away in the sky.

As soon as they met, without saying a word, the momentum of both of them continued to rise.

Like his younger brother Zhulong, Zulong also practices the Way of Clouds and Rain, but he is a quasi-sage strong man, the law of the Way. In the clouds and mist, there is majestic power, with a trace of emperor's aura, the power is far beyond that of Zhulong.

Dragons are comparable.

Although Dong Wangong is confident that he can fight against the quasi-sage Zu Long, he can only be sure of being undefeated. At this time, he is planning to go all out.

"Dong Wanggong, if you wish to destroy your Taoist body and capture him without any help, I will give you a happy life!"

Zulong looked down, showing boundless domineering power.

Prince Dong sneered disdainfully.

"Quack!"

The ancestral dragon was furious, and he spurted out a mouthful of innate dragon breath, transformed into nine giant dragons surrounding him, and came galloping on clouds.

The giant dragon brought forth immortal power and shook the boundless starry sky.

Dongwanggong's eyes narrowed, and with the Yangxian power in his body, he raised his fist and smashed it.

"Bo!"

The two magic powers collided, and the nine dragons were scattered. Dongwanggong's body trembled and he retreated involuntarily. The overflowing power formed a wave of air that rolled up the starry sky.

It's pretty evenly matched.

"Ancestral Dragon, above Daluo Jinxian, is nothing more than this!"

"Arrogant!"

The ancestral dragon was extremely angry and used the power of the quasi-sage to once again display the magical power of the dragon clan.

…

The Ancestral Dragon descended on Fangzhang Island in the East China Sea to challenge the Lord of Zhiyang Dao, Prince Dong. This was a major event in the world and attracted the attention of the ancients, especially those with great supernatural powers from all over the world.

It's just that the two of them were fighting in the starry sky, isolated by the star power barrier, and the monks waiting for them could not spy at all. They could only hear the continuous sound of "thunder" above the nine heavens, and there were bursts of pressure.

However, there are also people who can get a glimpse of the battle from hundreds of millions of miles away, such as a person on Yujing Mountain in the ancient continent.

In the Zixiao Palace of Yujing Mountain, two top masters of supernatural powers in the ancient world were looking up, their eyes piercing through the nine heavens, watching this battle.

An old man with drooping eyebrows and linen clothes is Hongjun, and the other is a middle-aged banished immortal who is surrounded by the laws of time and space and dressed in a simple green robe. He looks unfathomable.

"This Prince of the East is really extraordinary. He is the heel of Chunyang, but he can advance to the path of Zhiyang. Only in the late stage of Daluo Jinxian, he has already understood his own path."

The middle-aged banished immortal's eyes were as bright as a torch and he nodded slightly.

Hongjun smiled lightly and said: "The Law of Enlightenment, fellow Taoist, you are about to become a Taoist. This Duke Dong is also considered a fellow Taoist, and his opponent is a quasi-sage. Why don't you help him to prevent him from being harmed by this fight."

The middle-aged banished immortal said with disdain: "Zu Long and other clan leaders of the three innate clans all borrowed the position of quasi-sage from heaven. At this time, they are burdened by karma, their virtue is not matched, and their combat power is very ordinary. There is no need for me."

Even if he takes action, he can't do anything to Prince Dong."

Hongjun didn't say anything more. They both had the same view on the battle in the starry sky. The outcome was already decided, so they both withdrew their gazes.

"When will fellow Taoist prepare to attain Hunyuan?"

Hongjun asked.

The middle-aged banished immortal was silent for a moment and then said: "After the Hundred Thousand Years War is over, I will leave for the depths of chaos. Fellow Taoist Hongjun, you are also about to attain enlightenment. What are your plans?"

Hongjun had an incomprehensible look on his face and said quietly: "You and I are on different paths. Fellow Taoists should know that whether or not I can attain enlightenment is not entirely up to me. It is between the old Taoist and the one from the west. This is the battle for the holy throne."

The middle-aged banished immortal nodded after listening.

Hongjun added: "If my fellow Taoist achieves Hunyuan, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you and me to see each other again. I have something I want to ask of you, and I hope that my fellow Taoist can help me!"

"Speaking!"

"You and I have known each other since the beginning of the world, and have known each other for countless years, but have never fought each other. Now that we are about to achieve enlightenment, my dear fellow Taoist Yangmei, are you willing to fight with me?"

"Yes! Fellow Taoist, I'm waiting for you in Chaos!"

In this way, at the same time, two battles between great supernatural powers took place in the prehistoric era. The battle between the Prince of the East and the Ancestral Dragon in the Starry Sky attracted a lot of attention. But how did the battle of Chaos begin and how did it end? Who would win in the end?

Unfortunately, no one in the entire prehistoric world knows about it.

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At this time, above the nine heavens, the battle of the Eastern Prince was in full swing. The ancestral dragon in the early stage of the quasi-sage had almost become the whetstone for him to prove his magical power. The power of the Zhiyang Immortal overflowed, stirring the starry sky.

"Hahaha, so happy!"

Since his birth, Dongwanggong can be said to be almost invincible at the same level. When facing Luo Hu, he could only parry. This time, he was evenly matched against the ancestral dragon in the early stage of Quasi-Sage. This battle was really exciting.

But on Zulong's side, he was extremely aggrieved. Although he was not defeated, his heart was full of restlessness. He came to crush the opponent with great momentum, but after a battle, he seemed unable to do so.

It's easy to win, let alone kill him.

"Ouch!"

With a dragon roar, Zulong directly transformed into his true form under the stalemate. Although it was a bit disgraceful for him, a quasi-sage, to challenge a Daluo Jinxian with his true form, but it was still better than returning without success.

Zulong's move showed that he was determined to take down Dongwanggong with all his strength.

The huge dragon body circled upwards and roared loudly towards the outside of the chaos. Even in the starry sky, it could shake the vast wilderness. The power of the law of clouds and rain suddenly increased. Black mist grew on its own and gathered into endless dark clouds, with the sound of thunder hidden in it.

, streaks of lightning shot out from the clouds, piercing the starry sky.

The magical power of the ancestor dragon shows supreme coercion.

Naturally, Prince Dong would not sit still and wait for death, so he roared.

A burst of pure air rose up and turned into a ten thousand feet Dao body.

"Zhiyang Battle Body, Dharma Appearance and Divine Power!"

Blessed by two magical powers, the stars in the surrounding sky were reflected. He stepped on the void, and the power of the stars was added to his body, like a starlight battle armor. The twelve-grade innate Yin and Yang Dao Lotus flew out, spinning endlessly, transforming one foot, and in the blink of an eye it reached a thousand

A hundred feet in size, it changes like an innate canopy, protecting the top of the East Prince. The two qi of yin and yang merge and suddenly disperse the ancestral dragon's thunder cloud magical power.

The Ancestral Dragon's face turned solemn, its body flipped over, and it rushed straight down. The remaining thunder clouds surged, and thunder and lightning rained down. Along with the top-quality innate spiritual treasure Ancestral Dragon Ball spit out from his mouth, it slammed towards Dong Wanggong.

Duke Dong stretched out his hand and saw that the Wuji apricot-yellow flag was already in his hand. He held it lightly and flew out, waving it in the air repeatedly, turning into silk ribbons and wrapping them around his body.

At the touch of lightning, most of it dissipates, and it becomes an image of invulnerability.

The dragon ball was smashed down, and under the double defense of Yin Yang Dao Lian and Wu Ji Xing Huang Banner, the Dharma Form Giant only trembled slightly.

Duke Dongwang laughed and shouted loudly.

"Here comes the axe!"

The Pure Yang Sword turned into a sky-shaking giant axe, held in the hand, and with one strike, the space shook.

…

In the starry sky, the two men fought until the sky was dark, the vast land and the four seas could vaguely see the changing color of the wind and clouds, and could hear the roaring sound.

This fight lasted for many years before it finally came to an end. On this day, above Fangzhang Island in the East China Sea, a figure floated down from the sky with its feet on a lotus.
Chapter completed!