The cannon fodder beauty in the book is attached to the demon lord villain

Meng Hongchen has been trapped in the Red Dust Valley for countless years. After so many years, this is the first time he has seen someone with another person. No, it should be the closest contract between humans and demons.

Meng Hongchen's beautiful eyes moved back and forth between Ye Changsheng and Xiao Chenyuan, and she glanced in the direction of the demon clan out of the corner of her eye.

Just as he was about to retract his gaze, his eyes happened to meet Feng Wushuang of the Phoenix Clan. Both of them were wearing red clothes, and they looked very handsome.

The gaze between the two was interrupted until a figure with the aura of the scorching sun appeared.

In mid-air, the figure of the demon dragon was shrouded in demonic energy, and its sharp claws struck directly at Xiao Chenyuan's vital points. Each move was fierce and brought about a series of sounds of breaking through the air.

The black scales sparkled with a faint blue light, and the demonic energy around it carried a powerful bloody pressure and a strong ominous aura.

Xiao Chenyuan's tall and burly body did not look weak at all in contrast to the magic dragon. His eyes were bright and he dodged the magic dragon's attack again by moving sideways. He held a heavy sword in his hand, and the mysterious runes on the sword were shining brightly, so overwhelming that people could not look directly at it.

He jumped up, flew to the dragon, and stabbed the dragon's reverse scale fiercely.

The evil dragon twisted its body flexibly and swept its huge tail, knocking Xiao Chenyuan, who was standing on its back, to the ground with his sword.

Xiao Chenyuan slightly turned sideways, dispelling the dragon's attack, and lightly tapped his toes to fall back into the air.

The man and the dragon stood on each side, and for a while neither could do anything to the other.

No one took the initiative to use the trump card.

Two dogs fight, play off.

More and more monks from various races gathered in the hall at the top of the tower. Each of them occupied one side, and no one took any action to break the balance.

"Master, there are more and more guys who want to fish in troubled waters. We can't wait any longer. Let's put the sacred wooden coffin into the dimensional space first." The tower spirit of the Changsheng Tower had already been taken into Ye Changsheng's sea of ​​consciousness. Seeing that Xiao Chenyuan could not take down the magic dragon for a while, he was extremely anxious and tried to persuade him whenever he got the chance.

This time, Ye Changsheng did not turn a deaf ear to Changsheng Tower Ling's suggestion.

He had already seen that the demon dragon was very familiar with Xiao Chenyuan's attacking moves.

Even many of the moves used by the man and the dragon are exactly the same.

Obviously, the demon dragon also obtained the complete ancient dragon heritage, and it was the same inheritance as that obtained by Xiao Chenyuan.

If the fight continues, there will be only two outcomes: either both sides will be destroyed, or neither will be able to do anything to the other.

However, their opponents are not just a dragon, but also various forces in the palace.

If Xiao Chenyuan was seriously injured in the battle with the dragon, Ye Changsheng could not guarantee that he could escape unscathed from the forces of all parties.

Obviously, Xiao Chenyuan had already thought of this.

Therefore, the fight between Xiao Chenyuan and the magic dragon went from fierce and aggressive in the beginning, to each of them holding back later, and finally to the temporary truce at this moment.

Ye Changsheng's thoughts only lasted for a blink of an eye. Just as the atmosphere became more and more tense, the power of time and space in the hall suddenly became chaotic. Before all forces could react, Ye Changsheng had already quickly taken action to put the sacred wooden coffin into the space of his sea of ​​consciousness.

Except for Xiao Chenyuan, all the forces present were unaware of it.

"Who is it?!" The dragon's furious roar resounded throughout the hall like thunder.

A tremendous pressure poured out, and everyone in the entire hall, except Ye Changsheng, Xiao Chenyuan, Xiao Xingchen, Feng Wushuang, Meng Hongchen, and Ling Xuyun, prostrated themselves on the ground under Ao Qinyu's pressure.

The monks with lower cultivation levels had their dantian shattered and their meridians destroyed, and they disappeared in the hall.

In just a few breaths, most of the hall was destroyed.