Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

"boom......"

Following an urgent cry, a brilliant divine light rose from the body of the Ao Kun Holy Dragon, illuminating the entire void. Even the giant hand that fell from the sky seemed to have stopped under this divine light.

The next second...

The divine light gathered and turned into a majestic being.

It is more than ten thousand feet tall, dressed in a dragon robe, with a dragon head and a human body, and is extremely majestic. Every move it makes people feel instinctively afraid, and people can't help but crawl on the ground and kowtow to it.

The horror of its aura is thousands of times greater than that of Ao Kun Holy Dragon.

This is the incarnation of the soul of Dragon Ancestor Ao Mo, the first Holy Lord of the True Dragon Holy Court and the source of the bloodline of all golden dragons in the Tianlan Sea.

Knowing that Xuanmen is most likely a holy place with a saint in charge, how could the True Dragon Holy Court not be prepared? The incarnation of the spirit of Dragon Ancestor Ao Mo is the trump card that Saint Lord Ao Kun relies on.

"call......"

Looking at the incarnation of his ancestor's soul above, Saint Lord Ao Kun felt relieved that the worry in his throat was in his throat. With the incarnation of his ancestor's soul around, he would definitely be able to protect him.

Although the incarnation of the soul is not as powerful as his ancestor's original body, it is still capable of rivaling a six-tribulation saint. Moreover, the incarnation of the ancestor's soul also represents the ancestor, the seven-tribulation holy dragon. Even if the Xuanmen also has a seven-tribulation saint in charge, it has to give their ancestor some face.

The world of martial arts is not just about fighting and killing, it's also about the human relationships!

After all, there is no deep hatred between them that cannot be resolved.

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"Sure enough, that old dragon Ao Sheng is just a branch of the Heavenly Lord, and he has no idea about the true details of the True Dragon Holy Court."

In the Shangqing Palace, a divine light flashed in Wen Zhong's eyes, and countless cause and effect lines flashed quickly in his eyes. This Dragon Ancestor Ao Mo was not as the old dragon Ao Sheng said, who had passed the fifth calamity of entering the Sainthood five million years ago. That calamity of entering the Sainthood was actually the sixth calamity of this old dragon Ao Mo. Now, five million years have passed, and he has successfully passed another calamity and stepped into the realm of the Seven Tribulations Holy Dragon. Moreover, it is not as simple as entering the Seven Tribulations Holy Dragon for the first time. He has already entered the realm of the Seven Tribulations Holy Dragon and is not too far from the perfection of the Seven Tribulations.

"But just this is not enough to save this old dragon Ao Kun."

As long as it is not a being above a saint, the Xuanmen today is not afraid of any force.

Not to mention, the one who appeared here was not the real Ao Mo old dragon, but only an incarnation of his soul.

"Boom..."

The sky shook, and the giant hand that covered the sky did not stop, but continued to crush down.

"hateful."

The incarnation of Dragon Ancestor Ao Mo's original spirit looked gloomy, and raging anger rushed to his forehead.

He had already lowered his posture so much, but this Xuanmen saint still refused to give up and let them go. This was simply too much.

"Xuanmen Saint, do you really want to fight to the death with my Dragon Clan?"

There was no reply, only the giant hand that continued to crush down.

"Damn it! Xuanmen, my True Dragon Holy Court is not to be trifled with. You will pay the price for today's decision." At this moment, Dragon Ancestor Ao Mo completely gave up and urged Saint Lord Ao Kun, "Kun'er, I will stop this Xuanmen Saint, you leave quickly."

As he spoke, the incarnation of Dragon Ancestor Ao Mo's soul was surrounded by divine light, and his aura surged again. The terrifying aura shattered the void in all directions, causing the giant hand that was pressing down on the sky to slow down again.

Without any hesitation, he directly used the forbidden secret method to burn the essence of his soul and forcibly improve his cultivation.

This incarnation of his primordial spirit has barely reached the combat power of a six-tribulation saint. Without using any forbidden secret techniques, he is no match for a seven-tribulation saint.

Only by fighting to the death can his great-great-grandson have a chance of survival.

He is just an incarnation of the soul. Even if he dies, at most he will suffer a little backlash from the soul. He will be able to recover after resting for a few thousand years. But if Ao Kun falls into the hands of Xuanmen, he will be really finished.

The golden dragon lineage of their Tianlan Sea has been passed down for nearly 30 million years. After him, only four holy dragons were born. Any one of them is a white jade pillar that supports the sky and a purple gold beam that spans the sea. There must be no mistakes.

"Ancestor..."

Saint Lord Ao Kun's dragon eyes were filled with tears. In an instant, the situation in Jiuling Continent changed suddenly and heavy rain poured down.

However, his body was not slow. It directly turned into a golden light and fled to the outside of the Jiuling Continent.

He couldn't let the incarnation of his ancestor's spirit sacrifice in vain.

Live!

He must live!

Xuanmen, just wait for me. I, the True Dragon Holy Court, will never let you go!

You will be required to pay for today’s revenge with blood in the future!

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"This old loach is really decisive!"

Wen Zhong raised the corner of his mouth. If he was really just a Seven Tribulations Saint, who knows, he might really let the old dragon Ao Kun escape. After burning the essence of his soul, the old dragon Ao Mo's soul incarnation became powerful and chased after the Seven Tribulations Saint. It was enough to hold the Seven Tribulations Saint back for a while and buy time for the old dragon Ao Kun to escape.

Unfortunately, I am not a seven-tribulation saint.

The next second...

The huge hand that covered the sky expanded several times and once again contained the Holy Lord Ao Kun in its palm. The terrifying aura made the incarnation of Ao Mo Longzu's soul, who used the forbidden secret method, despair.

"Ah... this power... this... this is not the Seven Tribulations Saint, the Eight... Eight Tribulations Saint, this is the Eight Tribulations Saint..."

Finished!

Ao Kun’s great-great-grandson, it’s all over now!

The Seven Tribulations Saint, with the help of forbidden secret techniques, can still hold out for a while.

But he is no match for the Eight Tribulations Saint. Even whether he can survive one round is a big question.

"Boom..."

The giant hand that covers the sky continued to crush, and wherever it passed, everything, space, matter, airflow... were all annihilated.

Not even a breath!

"boom......"

Crashed!

The incarnation of Ao Mo Long Zu's original spirit exploded under the huge hand that covered the sky, like the explosion of a star, and released his final brilliance.

"Ah... Ancestor..."

Saint Lord Ao Kun let out a heart-wrenching wail, his dragon eyes filled with despair. Now even the incarnation of his ancestor's spirit had been beaten to pieces. Is there any dragon that could save him?

Ao Sheng, you beast, you have killed me.

The Eight Tribulations Saint was someone that even their True Dragon Holy Court had to temporarily avoid. How could he, a mere Eight Tribulations Heavenly Lord, be so bold or so impatient of living that he dared to provoke such a being?

"No...I am unwilling to accept this..."

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"Until now, no being above the saint has taken action. It seems that I have been worrying in vain." In the Zixiao Palace in Zixiao Cave Heaven, Su Mo smiled bitterly and completely let go of the last trace of worry in his heart.

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The Cangli Sea, two hundred and thirty light years away.

Dragon Ancestor Ao Mo was traveling through the void. Suddenly, his face turned pale and he opened his mouth to spurt out a mouthful of dragon blood.

"Not good, my primordial spirit incarnation has fallen, the Eight...Eight Tribulations Saint, the Xuanmen actually has an Eight Tribulations Saint in charge..."

But soon, the horror in his eyes was replaced by a hint of blood red, and a terrifying murderous intent rose in him.

"Ah...Kun'er...Xuanmen, I'm not done with you!"

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