Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Ye Fan suddenly roared, and punched out with his left hand, piercing through the head of a deadpool. "I will now take you as my master. If I can get out alive this time, I will definitely give you a big gift for taking me in as your master!"

"Hahaha, good!"

Zhang Qing smiled so hard that his beard stood up, and a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. "I can't believe that I, an old man over a hundred years old, can still receive an emperor as a disciple. It's really wonderful!"

He suddenly stopped smiling, and the golden light all over his body began to shrink inward, eventually condensing into a pure white dot in his palm.

"Good disciple, today I will let you see the true supreme magical power of Longhu Mountain! In the future, you will be able to achieve this level with the help of talismans!"

The white light suddenly expanded, and the golden light was completely restrained, giving birth to a flawless divine light.

Thunderous roars were heard in the light, and all the earth-attributed aura was stripped away, leaving only the ultimate pure yang power.

"This is the Five Thunders Method!"

Zhang Qingwei shouted loudly, his voice echoing in the Dragon Locking Well, "Today, I will use this Five Thunders Righteousness to kill all those evildoers and open up a path for my master and my disciple to slay the dragon!"

The white thunder roared like a giant dragon and rushed out. Wherever it passed, the gray-white ghost fire on Deadpool's body was instantly extinguished. His bone wings and body were shattered into pieces in the lightning, without even a chance to reassemble.

The bone shield on the chest of the three-headed Deadpool turned into powder in the thunder, his huge body collapsed with a loud bang, and the broken bones burned into ashes in the lightning.

Bai Xiu took the opportunity to swing his sword and slash at Di Yi several times, the tip of the Dragon Slaying Sword pointed directly at the dragon's reverse scale: "Zhang boy, good job!"

Emperor Yi looked at Deadpool who turned into ashes in the thunder, and anger appeared in his golden eyes for the first time.

"Foolish mortal! Do you think that just because you can show off a few lightning bolts, you can act so recklessly in front of me?"

His huge body suddenly stood up, his dark scales reflected the lightning, and a threatening growl came from his throat. The entire Dragon Locking Well trembled violently under this pressure.

Countless fragments of ash spread out, and they flew out with the breeze, like a dense swarm of gray moths flying all over the sky.

Word Spirit - Lord of Ashes

"Get away from these ashes and debris!" Ye Fan shouted loudly. He looked anxious, and ripples spread from his body surface, isolating the ashes outside his body.

Even so, these ashes symbolizing the corrupted power were constantly eroding his ripples, forcing him to expend more energy and condense new ripples to protect his body.

As early as the battle in Japan, the Thousand-Faced Snake Ananda had used the Lord of Ashes. Even though it was a castrated version, Ye Fan had to use the precepts to barely compete with it.

It is a horrible thing that can devour all life and destroy everything.

If it is used in a group battle, it will definitely hurt the enemy by a thousand and hurt yourself by a thousand.

Now, this Lord of Ashes, who was used by the complete first generation with the power of authority, could only isolate a small area even if Ye Fan used the precepts.

"Don't worry, we've fought this old guy countless times, and we know his tricks very well!"

Bai Xiu laughed loudly a few times, and the light in his hands continued to pour out, all of which was cut towards Di Yi.

"Good disciple, although my protective golden light is not enough to condense the Five Thunders Righteousness once more, it is more than enough to protect myself."

Zhang Qingwei took a few deep breaths, stepped back a few steps, and then gathered the protective golden light to cover his entire body.

Now it was Bai Xiu, with his sharp sword energy, who directly chopped away the ashes covering his body, and the remaining two people were both shining with golden light.

Ye Fan carried the sarcophagus in his hands, and golden thunder on his body surged into ripples. Any ashes falling on it would be pushed away by the subtle force, and he could resist it with minimal consumption.

Zhang Qingwei's entire body was covered in a massive, protective golden light. Although the golden light was a little weaker than at the beginning, it was still easy for him to withstand the corrosive ashes.

"It seems that the old man can't win alone." Ye Fan sighed and put down the sarcophagus that he had been protecting behind him.

The coffin lid opened, and Zhang Qingwei couldn't help but take a look inside. But at that glance, he felt his throat was stuck and he could hardly speak.

This is actually...!

Chapter 187 Talisman Bombing

The moment the sarcophagus was opened, the air in the entire Dragon Locking Well stagnated.

Zhang Qingwei's pupils suddenly contracted, and his gray beard fluttered without wind.

He saw thousands of talismans neatly stacked in the coffin, each of which glowed with a different color of light, like a box of carefully polished gems.

The most shocking thing is the degree of completion of these talismans - the cinnabar lines are as smooth as living things, the edges of the talisman paper have a metallic luster, and some are even suspended in the coffin and slowly rotating.

"This is......"

The old Taoist's voice caught in his throat. As the current Heavenly Master of Mount Longhu, he knew better than anyone the terrifying amount of mental energy required to draw these talismans.

Several of the talismans flashing with purple lightning were clearly the long-lost "Nine Heavens Thunder Talismans" of Longhu Mountain. Even he had only seen the description of them in the ancestor's notes.

Ye Fan placed his left hand on the edge of the coffin, and pointed the five fingers of his right hand at the ashes in the sky.

The corrosive dust was about to fall on the three people when it was suddenly frozen in mid-air by an invisible force.

A piece of golden talisman paper had been sandwiched between his middle and ring fingers, with intricate spatial patterns painted on it with silver sand.

"Great Teleport, open."

The moment the talisman paper burned, a golden vortex with a diameter of three meters appeared above everyone's heads.

All the ashes rushed into the center of the vortex like iron filings attracted by a magnet.

Emperor Yilong narrowed his pupils slightly, and more gray mist immediately seeped out from the gaps between his scales. But just as the new gray mist floated up, Ye Fan threw out three more teleportation talismans with his left hand.

The golden vortex split into three, precisely covering the area where each ash was produced.

Zhang Qingwei took a breath of cold air.

This method of manipulating multiple talismans simultaneously requires dividing mental power into completely independent tributaries.

He has practiced the art of talismans for more than eighty years, but at most he can only keep two talismans effective at the same time.

"Master, take a good look." Ye Fan suddenly turned around and smiled at him, "This is my real talisman technique!"

Before he finished speaking, twelve crimson talismans flew out of the coffin. Ye Fan bit his tongue and sprayed a blood mist into the center of the talisman array.

All the talismans burned simultaneously, transforming into twelve fire phoenixes with wingspans of two feet. These fire spirits let out clear cries and pounced on the merging Deadpools.

The temperature of the ice cave suddenly rose, and the black ice began to drip. Wherever the fire phoenix passed, Deadpool's bone wings vaporized directly, without even a chance to reassemble.

Emperor Yi finally revealed a solemn expression. His slender dragon neck arched backward, and a dangerous gray light flashed in his throat.

But before the decaying dragon breath could be emitted, Ye Fan had already picked up a blue talisman in his right hand and slammed it on the ground.

"Mysterious Ice Prison, rise!"

With the point where the talisman landed as the center, countless ice spikes rose from the ground.

These ice spikes are completely different from the thousand-year-old black ice in the Dragon Locking Well. They are deep sea blue all over, with silver runes flowing inside.

They accurately clamped Di Yi's jaw, forcing back the dragon breath that was about to erupt.

The dragon shook its head angrily, and the cold air that burst out when the ice spikes shattered covered his face with white frost.

Bai Xiu laughed heartily, and the Dragon Slaying Sword hummed excitedly.

The military leader suddenly leaped up more than ten feet, and the tip of his sword drew a perfect arc.

The originally dull sword body was now as bright as the rising sun. The mountain and river patterns on the sword's spine seemed to come alive, and the sound of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River rushing could be faintly heard.

"Old loach, try this!"

The sword flashed across the chain on Emperor Yi's front claws, sending out dazzling sparks. The black iron chain snapped with a snap, but the sword's momentum remained undiminished, slicing three inches deep into the dragon's claws.

The dark dragon blood gushed out and fell on the ice, corroding it and producing bursts of green smoke.

Surprisingly, Bai Xiu's sword seemed reckless, but in fact it was extremely accurate.

The remaining part of the broken chain suddenly lit up with blood-red runes, wrapping around Shen Di Yi's wound like a poisonous snake.

"Using the chain as a trigger, the blood curse will backfire?" Zhang Qingwei suddenly realized, "Old Bai, have you calculated this in advance?"

Bai Xiu staggered when he landed, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

The price of breaking the seal was to endure some backlash, but the fighting spirit in his eyes was even stronger: "This old man's chains are both a restraint and a protection. Today I will help him remove this armor!"

Emperor Yi was completely enraged. He no longer held back, his scales standing erect as he unleashed his corrupted power with all his might. The entire ice cave began to crumble, countless tons of black ice crashing down from the top.

The bronze pillars nailing the mummies collapsed one after another. Every time one fell, the dragon's aura surged.

Ye Fan grabbed a handful of talismans in each hand and threw them into the air. These talismans automatically arranged themselves into the Bagua formation in the air, and each one lit up with an ochre light.

"Eight Wasteland Mountain Guardian!"

The falling ice suddenly became lighter than a feather and slowly floated down around everyone.

Veins bulged on Ye Fan's forehead, and maintaining so many high-level talismans at the same time made his temples throb.

But the most dangerous thing is the gray-white mist erupting from Emperor Yi. These tangible corrupt powers are eroding the talisman formation.

"Disciple, catch it!" Zhang Qingwei suddenly threw the peach wood sword.

Ye Fan caught it in mid-air and found that the sword was engraved with miniature runes.

The old Taoist squinted his eyes and said, "This is the treasure of Longhu Mountain. It can increase the power of talismans by 30%."

Ye Fan suddenly had an idea and picked out nine purple talismans from the tip of his peach wood sword.

This is his most powerful attack talisman.

These talismans ignited with electric light as soon as they touched the sword. Wherever the tip of the sword pointed, a hole was forcibly torn in the rock layer at the top of the Locking Dragon Well, revealing the night sky outside.

"Thunder in the Nine Heavens!"

Purple lightning as thick as a bucket fell from the sky and hit Emperor Yi's back accurately.

The dragon roared in pain, and the scales of the area that was hit shattered, revealing the squirming flesh underneath.

What's even more terrifying is that the pure yang energy contained in the lightning is fiercely fighting against the corrupt power in his body.

Bai Xiu seized the opportunity and turned into a golden meteor rushing towards Di Yi's throat.

The mountain and river patterns on the Dragon Slaying Sword all lit up, and the shadows of thousands of troops appeared around the sword edge - that was the remaining fighting spirit of the military masters of past generations.

This sword strike is simple and purposeful, it is just to cut off the dragon's head!

Di Yi suddenly stopped struggling.

He lowered his head, the golden light in his dragon pupils quickly dimmed, and even the grayish-white halo on his scales faded.

The black ice spikes stuck in his body began to melt, as if his vitality was rapidly fading away.

"Be careful, it's a trap!" Zhang Qingwei hurriedly reminded, but it was too late.

Bai Xiu's sword had cut three inches into the dragon's neck, but he could no longer move forward.