The First Tyrant of Daxia

"A true dragon is immortal!"

It's like a low hum in the darkness, and it's so firm that it makes people feel the strong unwillingness to fall in love, and the tenacity that bursts out.

The flesh and blood of those weirdos kneeling on the ground began to wriggle again, and the blood began to flow rapidly, filling their bodies with energy again, and their entire bodies became swollen again.

"what's the situation?"

Before Lu Bai and other Jinyiwei could be surprised at Murong Shunhua's amazing fighting ability, they suddenly saw those monsters that had been defeated by her, all emitting creepy and strange sounds.

"A true dragon is immortal!"

Those weirdos suddenly raised their heads and let out extremely angry roars that filled the surroundings, like the wails of evil spirits from hell.

Under everyone's shocked gazes, the piles of white bones on those monsters were rapidly growing flesh and blood, but at the same time, more blood was flowing out of their bodies and their flesh was rotting faster.

"Damn you! You're dead!"

Those weirdos stared at Murong Shunhua with their bloodshot and ferocious eyes, then stood up little by little, with large amounts of flesh and blood falling off as if they were free.

Many Jinyiwei covered their mouths in disgust. That feeling was more terrifying than seeing raw flesh and blood being eaten.

They really couldn't understand what these guys were and how they could be so disgusting?

Murong Shunhua's eyes were filled with heavy expressions. Wouldn't these guys die? What on earth were they? How could they be resurrected infinitely?

There is no other way now. We have to continue fighting and not let them chase Qin Yun.

However, at this moment, Murong Shunhua's eyes suddenly focused, and he searched carefully among the crowd of weirdos, and found that two weirdos were indeed missing!

"Oh no! Two of them got away!" Murong Shunhua's face changed, and she was about to turn around and chase in the direction of Qin Yun.

But at this moment, the fourteen weirdos had surrounded them, instantly encircling Murong Shunhua, Lu Bai and other Jinyiwei.

Fourteen people surrounded hundreds of people.

Murong Shunhua's cold eyes became extremely solemn. The aura of these weirdos became heavier and heavier, as if they were hanging their lives on their strength. The heaviness made people feel like a castle in the air that might fall down at any time.

But those weirdos didn't feel anything, instead they became more and more crazy.

"See? This is the power of the dragon! Our flesh and blood are everlasting and immortal!"

"Eternal!"

"Eternal!"

All the people were very crazy and happy. They had hesitated for a lifetime and finally achieved what they had always dreamed of, which allowed them to successfully evolve into the most powerful existence.

Becoming a member of the legendary dragon clan was certainly worth celebrating. And this evolution did not disappoint them. They felt the power within their bodies that was comparable to the powerful reputation of the dragon clan.

"We are the strongest in the world! No one can kill us!"

Fourteen weirdos surrounded Murong Shunhua, Lu Bai and other Jinyiwei, jumping wildly and violently, as if they were performing a strange cheering ritual.

At this moment, a heavy object was suddenly knocked down from the air, and then hit several weirdos hard, knocking them away and creating a hole on the ground.

The sudden appearance of the heavy object made the weirdos who were jumping for joy suddenly stunned, and even their bloody faces showed expressions of shock and horror.

"The one who was just knocked away seems to be Tangris, right?"

A strange man looked at the "heavy object" that was knocked to the ground with some confusion. The tall figure, the constant blood and flesh, and the foul smell were indeed Tangris.

"It's really Tangris!"

"Tangris ate the twin dragon blood flower and evolved into the purest dragon! He is the king among us, the strongest dragon!"

"How could the King of Dragons be knocked away? Who did it?!"

All the monsters turned their eyes to the direction where Tangris was flying.

In that direction, Old Feng, with his hands behind his back, walked towards them calmly and leisurely, as if this bloody battlefield had nothing to do with him.

"Is it that old man!?"

"Could it be that Tangris was beaten away by this old man?"

"This old man doesn't look very strong, how could he possibly defeat the great True Dragon King?!"

A group of weirdos with bloodshot eyes tried to study Mr. Feng thoroughly.

Elder Feng looked at the strange looks from the group of weirdos, but smiled faintly and said, "I'm sorry, I hit him a little too hard, and it hurt a little."

The group of weirdos were extremely shocked. Who was this old man? He seemed to have no pressure at all to knock such a powerful Tangris away with one punch.

"Smelly old man!"

Tangris jumped up from the pit in an instant and stared at Old Feng angrily.

The flesh and blood on his body was constantly rotting, and the white bones could be vaguely seen underneath the flesh and blood, but new flesh and blood soon appeared, which looked very strange, like fungi that were multiplying rapidly, and it looked quite disgusting.

"I was just careless just now. If not, you would not be a match for the great Dragon King!" Tangris stomped his foot on the ground, making a rumbling sound. The powerful force even created a hole in the ground.

"Tangris!"

All the monsters saw the powerful strength of Tangris, their cold vertical pupils showed envy, and they cheered Tangris' name with great enthusiasm.

They respected the strong more and more, and Tangris was an absolute strong man in their eyes!

When Tangris heard the cheers, the feeling of self-doubt that had just been beaten away by Old Feng was instantly overwhelmed by strong self-confidence.

"Look at me, fly!"

Tangris exerted force on his feet, and his dragon wings flapped rapidly. He flew up to seven or eight meters high, looking like he was flying in the air.

"Fly?" Old Feng smiled calmly, "I can do it too."

The next moment, Old Feng tapped the ground with his feet, and the whole person rose up directly, instantly jumping to the height of Tangris. Then a burst of internal force burst out from his body, forming a thrust in the air, as if he was suspended in the air.

Tangris is not really flying, he just uses a powerful force to stay in the air for a short time. When the force is used up, he will naturally fall down.