strictlysupreme Chapter 266 Destruction
Chapter 266 Destruction
The Green Flood Dragon Patriarch was stunned. He looked down and saw a white spine piercing through his chest.
"How could this be …"
He was a great demon powerhouse who had crossed the ninth heaven of the tribulation. He was only half a step away from the Supreme Celestial Being Realm. Such cultivation strength was enough to make him look down on all the heroes. He could do whatever he wanted in the Demons Forest.
Ordinary people couldn't even think about getting close to him.
But at this moment, his dragon bone was broken and his origin was attacked, but he didn't notice it at all.
Who could do this to him!
Even An Ying, who was famous for his assassination, couldn't get close to him without him noticing.
Zhao Mu's people?
The Green Flood Dragon Patriarch snorted. His primordial spirit left his body and forcibly avoided Jin Fei's fatal wound.
Zhao Mu was quite surprised.
This great green flood dragon was quite decisive. Knowing that the situation was not right, he immediately abandoned his physical body and escaped. To be able to make such a decision proved that he was a ruthless person.
"Catch him, don't let him escape."
Zhao Mu's eyes turned cold.
Such a ruthless character could only be killed on the spot.
Otherwise, if he recovered, he would definitely become a trouble in the future.
"It's a piece of cake. Young Master, please wait for a moment."
A stream of light whizzed out and caught up with the primordial spirit of the Green Flood Dragon Patriarch.
The other Green Flood Dragons were already in a daze.
What happened?
The Patriarch was sneak attacked and seriously injured?
Zhao Mu was not alone. There was also a powerful guard hiding beside him.
The existence who had the ability to sneak attack a powerhouse in the ninth heaven of the tribulation realm would definitely not be lower than that.
This … Should they continue to fight?
After all, the Patriarch had run away.
Just as the Green Flood Dragons were at a loss, Zhao Mu had already walked up with the Supreme Mystic Yang Sword.
He smiled. "If you don't want to die, run away as much as you can. As long as you can escape five kilometers away, I'll let you live."
At this moment, the position of the hunter and the prey was completely reversed.
There were still many Green Flood Dragons left, and the Yin Dragon Soul-Locking Array was still in effect, but it seemed that the one who was besieged was not Zhao Mu, but them.
Those who didn't understand were still in a daze, while those who were smart had already turned around and fled without saying a word.
They couldn't treat Zhao Mu as a cultivator at the early stage of the Voiding Realm.
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In order to survive, he had to escape as quickly as possible. His face was not as valuable as his life.
Soon, the other green flood dragons also reacted.
For a time, the sky was filled with black shadows. The Green Flood Dragons scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing for their lives.
To them, ten miles was merely a matter of a snap of a finger.
As long as he could escape ten miles away, he would be able to survive. Why not fight?
The smile on Zhao Mu's face gradually disappeared. He activated the formation on the flying sword and poured all of his spiritual Qi into the flying sword.
"Arc Slash!"
With his body as the axis, Zhao Mu spun around and slashed out with his sword.
The power of the sword was like a god, breaking the water, splitting the mountains, splitting the sky and splitting the earth.
All living things within a ten-mile radius were reduced to dust by the might of this sword.
Not a single Green Flood Dragon was able to escape.
After a sword cry, the Supreme Profound Yang Sword dimmed and lost its luster, once again beginning a long process of charging.
Zhao Mu looked at the empty space around him, and there was no trace of sadness or joy in his eyes.
The declaration of war against the Demon Clan would officially begin after this sword strike.
Not long after, Jin Fei flew back with the primordial spirit of the Green Flood Dragon Patriarch.
Seeing everything that happened around her, she was not surprised at all. She didn't even ask anything.
Jin Fei just tied up the primordial spirit of the Green Flood Dragon Patriarch and handed it to Zhao Mu. Then, her figure disappeared into the void again.
She had to stay in the dark at all times to better protect Zhao Mu.
Zhao Mu looked at the Primordial Spirit of the Green Dragon Clan Leader.
The so-called Primordial Spirit was actually the fusion of the Nascent Soul and the soul. To cultivators, the Primordial Spirit was far more important than the physical body.
To many cultivators, the physical body was even a burden and a restraint. Even if they did not encounter danger, they would abandon their physical body early and focus on cultivating the Primordial Spirit.
Without the protection of the physical body, the Primordial Spirit would be weaker, but not all cultivators liked to fight.
Many cultivators could find an old forest deep in the mountains and cultivate in seclusion for hundreds or thousands of years.
If they kept their physical body, it would breed desire.
Compared to the physical body, the Primordial Spirit was much purer.
However, the Green Dragon Clan Leader was obviously not the kind of cultivator who focused on cultivating the Primordial Spirit.
His Primordial Spirit was protected by his physical body all year round and did not receive much training.
At this moment, it was imprisoned by Jin Fei and could not take care of itself. It could not move at all.
In the Primordial Spirit, a small green dragon was struggling with all its might.
"Zhao Mu, let me go. I can give you everything of the Green Dragon Clan. I only ask that you let me live."
In the face of death, everyone was equal.
Even though the Green Dragon Clan Leader was a Ninth Heaven Tribulation Transcendence expert, he was still afraid of death.
Or rather, it was because he had top strength and identity that he was even more afraid of death.
"If I crush you to death, all the wealth of the Green Dragon Clan will still belong to me."
Zhao Mu said coldly and threw the Primordial Spirit into his storage ring.
As long as he wanted to, he could crush this Ninth Heaven Tribulation Transcendence expert at any time.
However, he needed to keep him alive for now.
An expert of this level must know a lot of confidential information about the Demon Forest and the Demon Clan.
Moreover, it was said that the Primordial Spirit itself was a kind of refining material. When refining a powerful Dharma treasure, the Primordial Spirit could be integrated into it to increase the Dharma treasure's spirituality.
Although this was an evil method, Zhao Mu would not mind using the enemy's Primordial Spirit to refine a Dharma treasure.
Then, Zhao Mu looked at the Jade Lake.
The Green Ring Island in the center of the lake was vaguely visible to the naked eye.
Now that the Green Dragon Clan's main force was basically wiped out, there were still some old and weak survivors on the island. They were not a threat at all.
It was time to reap the spoils of war.
Zhao Mu flew off on her sword, heading straight for Green Ring Island.
Before Zhao Mu could even get close to Qing Huan Island, two small Green Flood Dragons that were less than 50 meters long blocked her path.
"Halt!"
"The Flood Dragon Clan's Holy Land is not to be approached!"
The juniors of the Flood Dragon Clan didn't seem to know what was happening on the shore.
Zhao Mu was too lazy to talk nonsense. He picked up the Donghuang Bell as a weapon and swung it violently, knocking the two young Green Jiao Dragons unconscious.
A moment later, Zhao Mu landed on Qing Huan Island.
Knowing that a powerful enemy was coming, more than a dozen old and weak green dragons had already gathered together. Among them, there was only one young green dragon in his prime. He had only one eye and his cultivation level was only at the early-stage of the Combination Realm. He guarded the old and weak behind him and stared fiercely at Zhao Mu.
"No matter who you are, this is the sacred land of the Green Flood Dragon Clan. Invaders will pay the price of blood!"
"Clang!"
What answered him was a large golden bell.
Zhao Mu realized that using the Donghuang Bell as a blunt weapon was quite effective.
The main reason was that the Immortal Artifact was sturdy enough that it couldn't be broken no matter how hard it was smashed. Moreover, physical attacks didn't consume spiritual energy at all, only a bit more physical strength.
"Bad guy, don't hurt people!"
A ten-meter-long little green flood dragon, whose body was as green as jade and looked a little like a bamboo snake, flew over and stood in front of Zhao Mu.
As soon as she finished speaking, she transformed into a delicate young girl who looked to be 15 or 16 years old and wore an emerald green dress.
Zhao Mu scanned her with his golden eyes and found that this young girl was the eldest daughter of the Green Flood Dragon Clan, the daughter of the clan leader.
Her name was Qing Luo. She was 15 or 16 years old and her cultivation level was at the peak of the Divine Transformation Realm.
The bloodline of the Demon Clan was indeed powerful. At the age of 15 or 16, she could reach the peak of the Divine Transformation Realm without any cultivation. In another two years, she could break through to the Void Refinement Realm without any pressure.
This kind of talent that relied on the bloodline to pass down generation after generation was something that the Human Clan envied.
If the Human Clan had this kind of bloodline talent that could pass down power to their descendants, there would be no room for the Demon Clan to survive.
"Little girl, do you want to save your father?" Zhao Mu stared at Qing Luo from head to toe, squinted his eyes and asked with a smile.