The Return of the Prison Dragon: The Stunning CEO throws himself into his arms

Chapter [-] The frustrating night

Looking at Zi Yin lying in front of him, Ao Hai was so angry that his whole face turned the color of pig liver.

This situation and this situation coincide with each other at that time!

He had just said this to Zi Yin in the same way.

Ao Hai, who was so angry that his face was red and his eyes were about to burst into flames, took a deep breath and snorted coldly at Zi Yin and Ye Qijue who were not far away with a livid face. Then his figure continued to lengthen and moved toward dozens of people. Ao Yi, who was inside and outside, rushed over.

As the genius of the dragon clan, Ao Yi is the only dragon son in the dragon clan today who has awakened the blood of the five-clawed golden dragon, so there is no room for failure.

Otherwise, he, the protector of the Tao, cannot escape the blame, and he will not be able to bear the punishment for poor protection when he returns to his clan!

In an instant, the situation that was still fierce and tense now came to an end with the retreat of Dragon Clan Ao Hai.

Although there was no major battle between the two Holy Emperors, Ye Qijue took action brazenly, using overwhelming and unrivaled power to suppress Ao Yi with one hand, which really shocked most of the guests in the venue.

"His! He is worthy of being chosen by the Immortal Fate. He single-handedly suppresses the genius of the Dragon Clan, possesses the perfection of the ninth rank of Saint, and possesses both physical and mental abilities!"

"Is this the strength of King Ye Sheng? It is indeed terrifying!"

"Oh my God, it looks like things are going to change in the Canglan Realm. The major holy places must not only guard against those saint sons, but also guard against the monster Ye Qijue!"

"Ao Yi's face has been completely lost. He actually made trouble at someone else's Holy King Ceremony. I'm afraid it won't be long before the entire Canglan Realm knows about this."

"..."

Although the sound of everyone's discussion was weak, it could not escape the ears of the monks of the Holy King.

dozens of miles away.

Ao Yi, who was severely injured, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and breathless, became even more angry after hearing these comments.

The pale cheek was instantly filled with anger, causing the whole face to be as red as burning.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of anger spurted out from his throat, accompanied by blood.

In anger, Ao Yi said "Wow" and spit out a large mouthful of blood again. He staggered back two steps and almost fell to the ground.

Ao Yi clenched his fists, his face looked as ugly as if he had eaten a fly. He gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice: "Ye Qijue! My Highness will fight you until death!!!"

This battle can be said to have completely humiliated him. The glory of his former Dragon Clan's genius was suppressed and torn to pieces by Ye Qijue's single hand!

While Ao Yi was angry in his heart, he was also afraid of Ye Qijue!

He didn't expect that his proud and powerful body would be torn apart as easily as paper in front of Ye Qijue!

If he were a monk in the same realm, Ao Yi would still have the confidence to kill the Holy King, even if he had just broken through!

This is not because he is arrogant, but because he is a member of the Dragon Clan, and his physique is much stronger than that of the monks in the same realm!

Especially for dragons like him with the five-clawed golden dragon bloodline, their physical bodies are even stronger than those of ordinary dragon disciples, and are comparable to high-grade spiritual treasures.

But in front of Ye Qijue, he was still suppressed by one hand!

Even the other party didn't use spiritual treasures or magical powers!

This was hard for Ao Yi to accept, and his heart was showing signs of collapse.

Seeing the strangeness in Ao Yi, Ao Hai, who had just landed, immediately asked: "Your Highness, are you okay?"

"Your Highness is fine." Ao Yi Lingtai Qingming, he suddenly came back to his senses, and then realized that he had almost gone crazy. After giving Ao Hai a grateful look, he shook his head and said.

Looking at the bustling Taiyi Holy Land, looking up at Ye Qijue standing in mid-air with an unusually tall figure, he felt a wry smile in his heart.

"That's it, Elder Hai, let's go."

Ao Hai looked a little hesitant, and his spiritual consciousness said: "Your Highness, can't we wait for Hunyuan Holy Land?"

"Let them hit the wall on their own." Ao Yi shook his head.

Ao Hai nodded, and then the two of them quickly jumped into the air and ran away like bereaved dogs.

Not long after the two left, a void passage appeared again in the mid-air outside Taiyi Holy Land.

In the passage, a huge treasure ship slowly appeared.

The whole body of this treasure ship showed a silver-white metallic luster, like a waning moon hanging high in the sky.

The aura of high-grade spiritual treasures emitted made the sky for miles around seem to be shrouded in moonlight, and the vegetation on the ground grew wildly.

There is a big word "Hunyuan" hanging on the mast on the bow of the ship.

When the guests in the square saw this, they immediately began to discuss it heatedly. Apparently some people recognized that this was the treasure ship of Hunyuan Holy Land.

On the bow of the ship, Holy Son of Hunyuan, who had just walked out of the void passage, looked at the Taiyi Holy Land getting closer and closer, and took a deep breath.

Ye Buqi thought secretly in his heart: "Ye Qijue, how can I see you jumping around today?"

He recalled that he had reached cooperation with the Dragon Clan and the Yin Yang Holy Land a few days ago, and planned to give Ye Qi a unique killing style in today's ceremony!

Ye Buqi raised his head and glanced at the void not far away, and murmured: "I guess the people from the Dragon Clan will be arriving soon, right?"

At this moment, he didn't know about Ao Yi's desperate escape.

He confidently controlled the treasure ship and headed straight for the Holy Land of Taiyi.

however.

As soon as Ye Buqi arrived at Taiyi Holy Land, he heard the sound of discussion coming from the square.

"Hehe, I heard that Holy Son Hunyuan has also formed a quarrel with King Ye Sheng. I'm afraid there will be trouble again later."

"Ha! It's not that I underestimate Holy Son Hunyuan. Even Ao Yi, the genius of the Dragon Clan, is no match for King Ye. I'm afraid this Holy Son Hunyuan can't beat him either!"

"The genius of the Dragon Clan just now was so miserable. He was suppressed by King Ye Sheng with one hand. The body of the Dragon Clan was torn apart."

"..."

Ye Bubu, who was originally full of confidence, suddenly looked shocked when he heard the words, and his whole person was a little stunned.

"Ao Yi lost?" Ye Buqi couldn't believe it.

He put away his previous contempt and did not dare to neglect, but he felt aggrieved.

Soon, a group of people arrived at Taiyi Holy Land and presented congratulatory gifts.

Looking at Ye Qijue, who was standing high in the sky with a high-spirited face, Ye Bubu couldn't help but recall the true immortal essence and blood that he had missed. He could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, snorted coldly, and then whispered in a low voice: "Humph. !Just a lucky bug."

In Ye Buqi's view, if Ye Qijue had not had the help of the great opportunity of the True Immortal Essence and Blood, he would have reached the sixth level of Saint at most, which would be unlike holding the Saint King Ceremony now.

midair.

Ye Qijue, who had his feet in the void, had become so sharp after becoming the Holy King that he instantly noticed the hostility in Ye Buqi's eyes.

Especially, when he heard the other party's muttering, Ye Qijue's eyes suddenly shone with a cold light.

First there was the Dragon Clan Ao Yi, and now there’s another Yebuju.

Do you really think he is a fool for repeatedly making trouble at his Holy King Ceremony?

The next moment, he said with a cold face: "Why, Saint Son of Hunyuan, do you also want to experience the strength of this Saint King?"

Hearing this, Ye Buqi suddenly felt angry and dared not speak, feeling extremely aggrieved.