I saw the cold pond in front of me, which was three hundred feet long and wide. There were slight white mist over the pond water. These were all condensed by cold air. The pond water was light green, and it was impossible to see at first sight, and I didn’t know how deep it was.

This is where the Nether Dragon is located, Hanling Pond.

"What should I do next?"

Hearing Zhou Ming's words, Wang Mingyang did not say it clearly, but just smiled and came to the pond water with a dark smile and took out a bottle of black liquid.

Slowly pour into the pool water.

The moment he opened the bottle, Zhou Ming behind him suddenly smelled a foul stinking and his abdomen was slightly agitated.

He quickly closed his sense of smell.

"Damn it, this guy definitely did it on purpose. This is disgusting me."

No wonder he just asked him, but he didn't say anything, it turned out that he was waiting for him here.

Speechless.

The black liquid was poured into the pond water, spreading rapidly like a drop of ink passed into a bowl.

A shocking stench made the fish and creatures living in the pond water be smothered by the stinky smell.

At first glance, the entire water surface of the pond was full of fish and shrimps with white belly exposed.

Some of them have reached the peak level of the first grade and cannot withstand this odor.

Seeing all this, Zhou Ming was very curious about Wang Mingyang. Where did he get these weird things?

Although it's weird, you have to admit that this effect is indeed good.

"Moo!!!"

A dragon roar from far to near, and finally accompanied by a huge splash of water, the dark dragon rushed out of the pool water, and its huge body stretched out in the sky.

"Moo!!"

"Crash!!"

The sound of dragon roars sounded, the blue sky darkened, and dark clouds that emerged from somewhere blocked the sun, floating together in groups.

Dark clouds rolled around the side of the Nether Dragon. Thunder sounded from the clouds, changing with the Nether Dragon's every move.

Yun Conglong, at this moment, the Nether Dragon has a trace of the domineering aura of a real dragon.

Flying clouds and fog, turning rivers and seas, every move can affect the changes in the astronomical phenomena.

Standing by the cold pond and looking from bottom to top, Zhou Ming could completely see the face of the Ming Jiao.

He is hundreds of meters long, with green patterns on his neck, and golden patterns on his back, ochre of his chest, and colorful limbs like brocade. He has four feet and hard thorns on the tip of his tail. He has protruding pieces of flesh crossing between his eyes and several dragon whiskers on both sides of his mouth. The overall appearance looks majestic and domineering.

"It's so beautiful. It's worthy of being the dragon. I'm afraid that the real dragon is like this."

Upon hearing this, Wang Mingyang, who was standing by, rolled his eyes and wanted to say, "Brother, can we stop sighing. Whether it looks good or not, what does it have to do with you? We are here to kill it."

“Do it!!”

Although he was very moved, after hearing Wang Mingyang's words, the Qingling Sword in his hand suddenly turned into a blue light and slashed towards the Nether Dragon.

Flying into the air, Zhou Ming fought with magic tricks and remotely controlled flying swords.

"Moo!!"

Looking at the two little crawlers, they dared to attack it, even if their current strength can only reach the middle stage of foundation building.

But don't forget that the Nether Dragon belongs to the Dragon Clan, and the dragon creature is born to rely on a strong body.

It can be described as unparalleled body.

The Qingling Sword slashed on it, and sparks flashed suddenly.

"So hard?!"

Seeing that he was slashed on the scales of the Nether Dragon, only a three-inch-deep white seal was cut out. Seeing this, Zhou Ming quickly changed direction and picked up the wound on the Nether Dragon's body.

In the battle with the Golden Eagle, the Ming Jiao was seriously injured. In a short period of time, it had no way to recover, and could only rely on time to recover.

This is also the way for most monsters to recover from their injuries. They use time to survive, unlike humans, which can refine healing pills, and their injuries can be recovered in a short period of time.

The Qingling Sword is three feet long. Under the urging of magic power, the sword light can reach three feet long.

Even so, it still looks very small and small to the huge body of the Ming Jiao, like a toothpick.

The magic weapon pierced through the wound and brought out a large piece of blood and flesh.

This kind of damage can only make it feel pain, but the real damage is still not great.

Seeing this, he frowned, and then looked at Wang Mingyang, who was also remotely controlled magic weapon to attack Ming Jiao in the distance.

"Fellow Taoist, don't hide it anymore. Take your all, otherwise I will be afraid that it will attract more powerful monsters."

After hearing Zhou Ming's voice transmission, Wang Mingyang's thoughts quickly flowed, and a thought of 108,000 meters flashed through his heart in the blink of an eye.

"Okay, let's take all our strength together, and I hope fellow Taoists will not hide their own personal gain."

The transmission of the two people only happened in just one millisecond, and they reached a consensus.

"Take it!!"

"Golden spirit! Go!!"

"Hanyuan Needle! Go!!"

A sound fell down

The two used the trump card at the same time, Zhou Ming's Hanyuan Needle Talisman, while Wang Mingyang used the forbidden weapon Yin Ling Thorn.

Yin Ling Thorn, a second-grade advanced forbidden weapon, can emit ten full-strength attacks at the peak of foundation building. However, although it is not difficult to refine this forbidden weapon, it hurts the heavens because it requires the souls of 100,000 mortals to successfully refine them.

The reason why it is called a forbidden weapon is that no matter it is the magical path or the righteous path, anyone is forbidden to make such magical tools, and once they are discovered, everyone will be punished.

After all, once the specific refining method of this kind of thing spreads, the entire world of immortal cultivation may suffer from the suffering of life.

The idea changed

No matter what I think, I have to concentrate on dealing with the Nether Dragon now.

"Moo!!"

Under the attack of the two, holes were instantly punched out on Ming Jiao's body, and blood flowed.

The purple dragon blood fell into the cold pool, causing the creatures in the pool to compete and bite.

The blood of the dragon is not inferior to the elixir of ordinary fish, which is a creature with poor bloodline, and can cause the bloodline to undergo qualitative changes and evolution.

Maybe after a thousand years, a dragon will reappear in this place, maybe.

Ming Jiao's powerful body is a joke under the attack of talismans and forbidden weapons.

Yin Ling Thorn and Han Yuan Needle are both made for breaking defenses.

"Moo! Moo!!"

"Peng!"

After the Han Yuan needle penetrated the eyes of the Ming Jiao, accompanied by a whine, its huge dragon body fell from the sky weakly.

Falling into the cold pond, huge waves splashed in an instant.

After falling into the cold pond, the remaining power of its body shocked the fish and shrimps that wanted to pounce on it.

Seeing that the Ming Jiao was dead, the two landed at the edge of the pond.

The spiritual sense sensed the soul breath of the Ming Jiao and had dissipated. The two of them breathed deeply.

"Fellow Taoist, now the Ming Jiao is dead. Do you need to explain your information about the ruins clearly?"
Chapter completed!