Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 238 Evil Dragon
Qi Huan paused for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Brother Xu, please feel free to use me."

Xu Yunfan was somewhat surprised that Qi Huan was so sensible, making him a little embarrassed to make a move.

If Qi Huan had shaken his head and refused to leave, the Thunderfire Qilin Hammer on his back would have shown him what hammer techniques were.

He will definitely say something.

Where are you going?

Without further hesitation, the two hurried towards the Crimson Cloud Mountain.

Xu Yunfan naturally wouldn't make a big fuss like before; he lifted his foot like an arrow and landed silently.

Two hours later, when Xu Yunfan heard the breathing sounds from the Ruotiangong Cave and Guikuyuan, his expression changed slightly.

His arch fascia exploded with a loud bang, and the unique black steel color of his Xuan Gang Bai Xun body spiraled up from his knee.

Qi Huan felt a tightness on the back of his neck, and his whole body was lifted up to a twenty-zhang-high ancient tree by the shockwave of the dragon scale armor. He quickly adjusted his body and landed gently.

Xu Yunfan moved like a ghost, landing lightly and silently beside him.

"Shut up."

The moment Xu Yunfan's five fingers gripped the tree trunk, the crimson clouds eight hundred feet away suddenly surged violently.

The entire mountain range undulated like a living thing, with dark red magma seeping from the cracks in the scale-like rocks. The smell of sulfur and blood wafted over, causing Xu Yunfan to catch his breath slightly. The breath he accidentally inhaled condensed into a knife-like sting in his throat.

The instant Qi Huan's azure scales stood upright, his demonic pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, finally allowing him to clearly see the so-called "mountains".

The dragon's body, winding for over a hundred feet, forms a nine-bend earth vein, with each red scale flowing with lava patterns.

The bone spurs protruding from the spine were over ten feet high, and the dark gold scabs that had congealed at their tips reflected starlight in the sunlight.

The most terrifying thing was the dragon's head, where the eyes should have been, was instead two volcanic craters, and boiling, lead-gray molten lava was slowly flowing down the grooves of its nose.

Many of its scales were broken, making it look ferocious and terrifying. The sound of its breathing, which almost made the entire mountain tremble, came from the nostrils of this dragon.

With each breath, a large amount of spiritual mist would surge back, entering through his nostrils and transforming into specks of starlight that would merge into his body, gradually repairing his injuries.

The terrifying pressure caused their intense blood and qi to become somewhat stagnant.

The two stared intently at the evil dragon for a long time.

Finally, after confirming that the evil dragon had no intention of moving, the two relaxed slightly, and Qi Huan was amazed.

"So dragons really do exist in this world! I thought they were just myths and fabrications, but I never expected to see one in this little secret realm!"

"What exactly happened to this dragon to suffer such terrible injuries..."

Xu Yunfan's eyes were sparkling, his heart filled with shock. His Adam's apple bobbed, and as his dragon scale armor sensed the aura of the dragon, the scales on his body slowly trembled and hummed.

The ironwood beneath his feet, which was three times harder than refined steel, suddenly burst open with spiderweb-like cracks. The sleeping evil dragon merely turned over, and the earth veins within a hundred feet radius bulged up like dough, creating a three-foot-long wave of earth.

Qi Huan suddenly pressed his hand to his chest, and black blood seeped from the gaps in the demonized blue scales.

A certain pressure emanating from his bloodline caused his knees to crack under the strain, as if a thousand-pound anvil was pressing down on every bone.

"Back off first!"

Xu Yunfan's low shout, imbued with the power of the Crimson Dragon Coiling Mountain, jolted Qi Huan awake from his kneeling position.

The moment their toes left the ground, the ancient tree where they had been hiding was suddenly engulfed by the subterranean fire.

Xu Yunfan was shocked and subconsciously touched the dragon scale armor on his body.

This vicious dragon must have spotted them immediately. They saw the earth spewing forth boiling magma, from which a four-clawed energy blast emerged, the rotting flesh clinging between its claws revealing half a suit of light armor from the Sword Pavilion.

"Someone has been here!"

Qi Huan's voice was hoarse. As a demon, he was naturally countered by a powerful demon and had not yet recovered. However, his voice was filled with obvious joy.

His pupils, covered in blue scales, suddenly contracted into vertical lines. In the distance, half of an ice-patterned longsword floated in the lava pool, and the frost flowers unique to the Sword Pavilion's "Nineteen Styles of Frost" were blooming strangely in the high temperature.

Xu Yunfan's pupils suddenly shrank.

Three crescent-shaped scales suddenly popped out from the Dragon Scale Armor's protective mirror, and almost simultaneously, seven sword energies pierced the air from the southwest.

Where the sword energy swept past, the surging crimson clouds condensed into a waterfall of ice crystals, freezing the sulfurous fire clouds spewed by the evil dragon in mid-air.

"It's the sword energy emitted by the Green Bamboo Sword. It's from the Sword Pavilion, most likely Pei Yan. He actually used a dragon to test his sword! It seems that many Sword Pavilion disciples have died."

Qi Huan's words carried a hint of amusement and bewilderment, it was unclear whether he was praising the other party's bravery and fearlessness or mocking their ignorance.

"Come die!"

Pei Yan's voice, like ice shards, pierced my eardrums.

This Sword Pavilion warrior walked on solidified lava, his green bamboo sword gleaming with a three-foot-long frost-like light, each step leaving a six-sided ice flower imprint on the ground.

His left sleeve was empty, and a few drops of blood were still frozen in the ice crystals at the site of his severed arm.

The evil dragon suddenly raised its head and let out a series of roars like metal clashing against stone.

From the crater-shaped eye socket, thick, lead-gray magma suddenly burst forth, solidifying in the air into nine magma dragons.

Suddenly, the Green Bamboo Sword in Pei Yan's hand burst forth with seven layers of frost rings. Wherever the sword tip pointed, the longsword hummed. Under the extraordinary attributes unique to divine weapons, the Taiyi Dividing Light Sword transformed into seven sword qi phantoms.

Xu Yunfan clearly saw that the frost pattern on the sword spine refracted the Big Dipper constellation under the reflection of the magma. Before the sword energy arrived, the demonized blue scales of Qi Huan, which were hundreds of feet away, were already covered with white frost.

Qi Huan was shocked, finding it hard to believe that he, standing so far away, was still affected by the sword energy.

Xu Yunfan, standing to the side, seemed unaffected. As the sword energy spread over, the dragon scales on his body rippled and exhaled a scorching aura that completely dissipated.

"The sword divides the Big Dipper!"

With a roar, the sword light transformed into seven icy rivers that surged upwards.

Each magma dragon was pierced seven inches by the Frost Sword Qi, and its boiling corpses froze into ice sculptures before they even hit the ground.

Pei Yan's expression was ferocious, his sword-like eyebrows were raised, and he walked on the ice with his one arm holding a sword. The tip of the sword was pointed at the crater of the evil dragon's left eye. Wherever the cold light passed, it froze the thick sulfur into glass-like crystals.

The evil dragon's mountain-like body suddenly trembled violently.

The spine spurs stood upright like a barrage of arrows, their tips covered in dark gold scabs that exploded, transforming into a shower of fiery meteors that crashed into the sword light.

Pei Yan swung his sword, and the frost-covered blade wove a six-sided ice net in the air. But the moment the fire meteor touched the ice net, the blood scab inside suddenly cracked open and produced thousands of golden threads!

"It looks like there's a high probability it's gone!"

Xu Yunfan's eyes were deep.

Those golden threads, which seemed to be trapping the evil dragon, were now being forcibly activated by the dragon's vital energy.

The ice net instantly vaporized into white mist, and Pei Yan's hasty change of tactics was too late.

The evil dragon's right claw suddenly pierced the earth's veins, causing the entire red mountain rock to tumble and churn as if alive.

The remains of seven magma dragons reassembled in the soil and rocks into a crimson gold chain. The half of the Sword Pavilion light armor tied to the end suddenly burst into a blood mist, revealing the remains of the Sword Pavilion disciple who had been buried in the belly of the dragon!
(End of this chapter)