1283: C1283 anti-control

C1283 anti-control

In the Hidden Dragon Immortal Realm!

In the face of Yu Haoran's mocking, Shang Lin was not the least bit angry, and still had a confident smile on his face as he spoke.

"Because, Prince Consort, your opponents are the other four beasts that are higher ranked and stronger."

Following the end of his words, Shang Lin immediately took out a pill bottle from his storage ring, opened it up, and poured a drop of pure dragon blood from the pill bottle, that was at the ninth level of the Supreme Realm, into the horn.

Afterwards, he used up a third of his elemental energy and soul power in exchange for the strength of a peak of the eighth level of Martial Saint.

Although the sound of the horn wasn't as loud as before, the sound still contained a terrifying dragon's might. Even the fifteen Supreme Realm beasts obediently lowered their heads, submitting to the suppression of the higher rank bloodline.

"Aooo!"

As the sound of the horn echoed through the entire secret realm, from the direction of the entrance, the pure sound of a dragon clanging could be heard.

Accompanied by a pure sound of "Dragon's Ling", a pure gray Flood Dragon with a body of eighty meters flew over with a thick baleful aura, and then hovered above Shang Lin's head.

"This is a pure dragon at the early ninth level of the revered realm. It can release the strength of at least the peak of the ninth level of Martial Saint!" Looking at the hovering gray Flood Dragon above Shang Lin, Teng Yunjie's face instantly paled, and his voice trembled as he lost control and shouted.

"Not bad, it's quite suitable to be used as a guard for Prince Consort Ma's estate."

Different from Teng Yunjie's pale face, when Yu Haoran saw the grey dragon hovering in midair, a satisfied smile emerged on his face at the same time, as he made the arrangements for the grey dragon's future.

"Aooo!"

Not long after the gray flood dragon appeared, a pure dragon's sound could be heard from the east, north, and north directions.

Accompanying the pure sound of the dragon's mouth, a cyan dragon, a white dragon, and a red flood dragon, similarly rushed over with dense Evil Qi wrapped around them. They then coiled around Shang Lin's head just like the grey dragon.

"Yu Haoran, you have finally completed it!" Just as the four Flood Dragons arrived above Shang Lin's head, the Tower Spirit in his sea of consciousness said with a sigh of relief.

"Tower Spirit, it's been hard on you!"

When he heard that Tower Spirit had successfully refined that artifact, Yu Haoran's initial worry was immediately put at ease.

"Merely the simplest form of polishing and fusing it with the formation that activates one's aura can't be said to be that difficult." Waving his hand, the Tower Spirit indicated.

"Hey!"

However, when he noticed the four Flood Dragons circling above Shang Lin, he could not help but exclaim in surprise.

"It contains the purest form of elemental demonic energy. Its foundation is incomparably solid, and it's actually a four attribute Flood Dragon. It's extremely suitable to be used to coordinate with the four images focusing array to protect Prince Consort Ma's mansion."

"Prince Consort, I wonder if these four Pure Flood Dragons, who are at the early ninth level of the Zun realm, are qualified to fight with you."

Lifting his head to look at the four pure Flood Dragons hovering above his head, a trace of envy and desire flashed through Shang Lin's eyes.

However, he knew that the horns in his hands could only barely move to help him surround and attack Yu Haoran.

Thus, after withdrawing his envious and longing gaze, he proudly boasted to Yu Haoran.

"Prince Consort, what should we do?" nervously asked as he tightly held onto Yu Haoran's hand.

Turning his head to look at Qin Lingfei and the others, he discovered that other than Wu Zhengjun who still had a calm expression, Qin Lingfei, her older sister and Teng Yunjie had all become pale as a result of the arrival of the four Flood Dragons, looking extremely nervous.

"Ling Fei, Sister, Senior Brother Teng, there is no need to worry. Not only am I able to subdue four Flood Dragons, I am also able to disperse all the beasts present."

After consoling her with a faint smile on her face, Yu Haoran took a horn that was shaped very similar to the one in Shang Lin's hands, but two to three times bigger.

Just as Yu Haoran took out the gigantic horn, the four Flood Dragons that were circling above Shang Lin's head immediately felt their demonic and soul powers being tightly suppressed. Furthermore, they trembled all over and fell onto the ground, almost smashing Shang Lin into meat patties.0

As for the fifteen demonic beasts with low heads, they crawled on the ground while bleeding from their orifices. Their shaking bodies made rustling sounds as they rubbed against the ground.

As for those quasi beast warriors and sage realm experts, their blood was flowing backwards. They fell to the ground dead in spirit and spirit, causing a cloud of dust to rise into the air.

"This is a Horned Magic Tool forged by a Dragon Horn of the God Realm."

To be able to subdue a Flood Dragon that was at the early Ninth Grade of the Honored Warrior Realm and to shatter the souls of Quasi-Honored Warriors and sage realm beasts, only a God Realm dragon horn possessed such terrifying dragon might.

So, when he saw the horn that Yu Haoran had taken out had such power, Teng Yunjie immediately shouted in excitement.

Hearing Teng Yunjie's shouts and the changes in all the strange beasts present, both Qin Lingfei and Yu Siqi's faces revealed joy.

Actually, the reason why Yu Haoran had a verbal confrontation with Shang Lin was not only because he wanted to figure out who the mastermind was, but also because he wanted to delay some time so that he could buy the Tower Spirit time to polish and refine the horn.

After all, as someone who was at the peak of the Divine Realm, whether it was the toughness of the dragon horn or the remaining divine power, it was a huge challenge for the Tower Spirit who had yet to recover from his peak state.

Fortunately, with the help of the Tower's time acceleration, the Tower Spirit was able to refine the horn tool in time.

Otherwise, when facing the four Flood Dragons that were at the peak of the ninth stage of Martial Saint and the fifteen Supreme Realm beasts that were fighting together, other than leading Qin Lingfei and the others to escape, he basically did not have the strength or the opportunity to retaliate.

After barely avoiding being smashed into meat pies, Shang Lin's face instantly darkened.

Because when Yu Haoran had just taken out the horn, he discovered that countless cracks had instantly appeared on the horn in his hand. If it wasn't for him using his spirit energy to maintain the shape of the horn in time, the horn in his hand would have already been shattered into countless pieces.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he swept a glance at the people behind him. Shang Lin could clearly see the panic and panic in their eyes.

Pretending that there were no problems with the horn, Shang Lin took out a red and white array flag and said with a confident smile on his face.

"People say that the Prince Consort is a treasure house in the middle of moving. Not only do you have Emperor Essence Pill s that can assist your Breaking through the Martial Emperor realm, you also have Realm of Gods magical equipment, as well as God Class mental cultivation methods and martial skills."

Turning his head to look at the people behind him, Shang Lin did not hide the greed in his eyes and continued to speak.

"Now it seems that the rumors were as true as the rumors in Prince Consort!"

The fear in the eyes of the twenty-seven people behind Shang Lin was gradually being replaced by greed and insanity. The Emperor Essence Pill s who supported him with Breaking through the Martial Emperor realm, Divine Realm magical equipment, divine level mental cultivation methods and martial skills, the treasures in Yu Haoran's possession, and the twenty-seven people behind him.

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