Long Live The Emperor!

Chapter 220: 154. Fire Crow Glaze

Translator: 549690339

The Fire Demon Dragon was wrapped in a purple electric net.

Xia Ji suddenly pressed down on his saber.

Under the blade,

The electric net created by the saber also descended.

The Fire Demon Dragon tried its best to climb up.

Xia Ji staggered and almost followed.

His right hand expanded and turned into a two-meter-long Black Dragon Claw. He gripped the saber with great strength and pressed down again.

The sudden increase in strength caused the Mystic Dragon’s body to sink.

It was as if a red and black fiery meteor had been pulled by the ” fishing net ‘ and hit the lake bed.

Boom!

The bottom of the lake boiled, and the sand exploded, turning into a large number of bubbles that flew up, forming layers of water columns on the surface of the lake.

And in this extreme movement,

A man and a dragon,

They looked at each other quietly underwater.

Xia Ji’s left hand suddenly pointed out, and a Death Talisman that was circling around him flew out tentatively, crossing hundreds of feet and landing on the Fire Demon Dragon that was tightly bound by the electric net.

The Fire Demon Dragon trembled. Clearly, this Death Talisman was effective.

However, the Fire Demon Dragon shook off the ‘flesh’ that was hit by the Death Talisman.

The “flesh” was separated, and under the pure power of death, it quickly withered.

However, when it had withered to the extreme, the Mystic Dragon extended its sharp claws and gently tapped it. The dead ‘flesh’ instantly revived and attached itself to its body, making it look unharmed.

Seeing that it was effective, Xia Ji gritted his teeth and swung the black blade down.

He divided a portion of his power and injected it into the black blade, making it fly to the bottom of the lake. The huge power dragged the Fire Demon Dragon down again.

However, the Fire Demon Dragon was extremely powerful. Although it was surprised that the food in front of it could fight so well, it eventually became serious. It used its strength to lift its huge body and formed a stalemate with Black Blade’s underwater lightning net.

Taking advantage of this time, Xia Ji spread out his hands at the bottom of the lake. The ten Death Talismans that he had drawn earlier lined up in a row and shot toward different places of the Fire Demon Dragon in different trajectories. In an instant, the Fire Demon Dragon’s entire body began to ” die

However, it used the same trick again and shook off all the ‘dead flesh and blood’ again.

Because it had lost a part of its flesh and even its head, the Mystic Dragon’s strength had weakened greatly. The black knife had sunk into the mud with it.

Xia Ji looked at the flesh and blood that had been shaken away. Without hesitation, he pulled out the white blade with his left hand. Although the Thousand Miles of Clouds was ineffective underwater, its sharpness did not decrease.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Dozens of saber lights slashed the dead flesh away, not allowing the Fire Demon Dragon to touch it.

The headless dragon was still struggling.

Xia Ji used the third talisman, the Ghost Expelling Talisman.

Three pieces were used,

Three dark shadows emerged from the bottom of the lake. They looked weird, and their faces were blurry.

At the same time, he threw out three huge paper figurines.

The ghost entered the paper figurine.

The paper man was invulnerable to swords and spears, water and fire. It held a strange heavy weapon and went forward to beat the demonic dragon.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Amidst the heavy bangs,

The Headless Demon Dragon felt as if it had been hammered, sinking deeper and deeper into the wet and sticky mud at the bottom of the lake.

In just two to three breaths, he had already been dragged several Zhang away.

Cold mud and water were the nemeses of fire, and the red flames on the Headless Demon Dragon’s body were indeed slowly extinguishing.

The three paper figurines kept digging in front of the pit, filling it with soil, and then hammering and ramming it on the mud. They even moved huge rocks over.

Xia Ji did not let his guard down.

This time, he was also testing the waters.

After more than ten breaths, an ominous feeling rose from the bottom of his heart. Suddenly, the Mystic Dragon’s mocking gaze flashed in front of his eyes. He suddenly turned his head and saw the lake water flowing down from the top, forming a boiling vacuum arrow that shot towards him.

The arrowhead of the giant arrow was the devil dragon head that had been revived.

The demonic dragon head opened its mouth wide, dragging lava, poisonous smoke, steam, and boiling water along the way as it bit at itself. The temperature was extremely high.

Xia Ji couldn’t help but curse in his heart. Was this thing immortal?

Bang!

The demonic dragon head landed on the lake bed.

Xia Ji disappeared from where he stood, and the black and white daggers shot back at lightning speed. With a twist of his hands, he swiftly sheathed them.

The three paper men who were working diligently and possessed by the ghost were instantly swallowed by the dragon’s mouth. After a few shrill screams, Xia Ji lost contact with the paper men.

Soon after, he saw a purple flame demon dragon crazily scuttling out from the mud on the lake bed. The entire lake seemed to be boiling, and the water temperature began to rise rapidly. Xia Ji shot toward the surface of the lake, took a deep breath, and then spat it out.

Boom!

A hurricane blew out of his mouth and hit the surface of the lake.

The surface of the lake was torn apart and turned into gas. It was then blown to the sides by the hurricane and churned.

Bang!

The Purple Flame Dragon flew out from the rolling steam.

All the body parts that had died before returned to its body and were ignited again, as if they were intact.

A man flying in the sky and a dragon emerging from deep water. This extremely mysterious scene seemed to have been frozen.

Xia Ji didn’t use his eleventh level Dharmakaya, mainly because he didn’t know if it would work. In fact, it wasn’t a problem with Dharmakaya, but his ritual implement. All the Tathagata Prayer Beads were targeted at the negative karma of living creatures. In other words, they had to be things with souls.

However, did the Mystic Dragon in front of him have a soul?

Xia Ji pulled out the white blade with his left hand and swatted out a spinning golden swastika in the mist.

The swastika landed on the demonic dragon.

The Mystic Dragon was stunned, as if he did not know what this was.

However, it was not affected and continued to chase after him.

Xia Ji understood that this thing had no soul..