At this moment, the hall suddenly trembled violently.&{}.{23}{wx}.{} The black dragon carved on the stone wall actually broke free from the stone wall and turned into a living black flame demon dragon. It swallowed and spitted the blazing demon flames and flew to Li Muran and others.

"First, the ancestors appeared!" The high priest of the Soul-Devouring Clan suddenly looked as if dead, and he couldn't help but kneel on his knees and worshipped.

"Roar!" The black flame demon dragon let out a low roar, and the demonic flames rolled out, surrounding Li Muran and others in an instant.

"Why don't you two little guys kneel down when you see me!" An old man's voice came from the demon flames.

"Your Excellency, don't pretend to be a ghost!" Li Muran said coldly: "I just possession technique, I want to fool me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Muran suddenly took a big step and slashed it down with one palm!

With the sound of the dragon's roar, the sharp palm wind directly split the demon flame in front of them, and the palm force blocked the void, making the black flame demon dragon unable to move.

This is the magical power of the Dragon Soul Art. However, Li Muran used the seventh level of divine power, and the strength of the palm is far beyond the realm of the Yuanshen stage. Even in the Demon Body Stage, few people can practice body refining skills to this level.

Li Muran's aura became much stronger. He knew that the opponent was extraordinary. It was impossible to hurt the opponent with just the fifth level of power!

The dragon roar hit the black flame demon dragon with a palm, and the latter's body burst with a "bang" under the huge shock.

However, the shattered body of this demon dragon is not a flesh and blood body, but a piece of gravel.

At the same time, black air and demon flames were pulled away from the gravel and gradually gathered into a black magic dragon phantom. Obviously, the black flame demon dragon just now was just the phantom that was attached to the stone statue.

The angry old man's voice came from the phantom: "Boy, even the portrait of your ancestors is destroyed directly. It's really disobedient!"

"I am not a real member of the Dragon Po tribe. I naturally don't take any portraits of my ancestors seriously!" Li Muran said with a sneer.

"It's true!" The demon dragon phantom said hatefully: "I have long discovered that you two guys are a little weird. Not to mention that they have concealed their cultivation. Although they have the aura of the Dragon Soul Clan and the Extreme Flame Clan, they are not pure. They are indeed pretending to be foreign monks! What are your intentions when you pretend to be the high priest?"

Li Muran asked back, "I am just about to ask you this question! You pretend to be the ancestor of the three tribes and pretend to be a god and a ghost, so what are the bad intentions?"

"Bah! I am the ancestor of the three tribes, so why should I pretend to be a god and a ghost?" The magic dragon phantom said angrily: "It would be fine if you two refuse to tell me honestly. The demon flames and physical bodies you practice are of extremely high quality, and the bloodline aura is also very attractive to me. When I swallow you two, my skills will definitely increase!"

Then, the magic dragon phantom burst with a "bang", turning into countless black gas, splashing everywhere.

The demonic energy that flew out did not dissipate, but rotated rapidly in the air, forming a black demonic energy vortex of several feet in size.

A huge suction force emerged from the bottomless black hole in the center of the vortex, and everything in the hall, including the gravel, demonic energy, and demonic flames, was involved.

Li Muran immediately felt the blood surging in his body. The blood of the demon dragon he had refined seemed to be about to rush out of his body, and his body couldn't help but approach the vortex.

In shock, he hurriedly stimulated the Qilin bloodline. A golden light flashed on his body, and he stepped hard on the soles of his feet, and stepped out a huge pit. His feet were firmly fixed in the huge pit, and his body was motionless. The surging bloodline of the demon dragon was also forcibly suppressed in his body and did not dare to inspire it.

Fairy Qianhuan also felt that the demonic flames in her body wanted to lose control, and wanted to rush out of the dantian with her true essence of demonic energy. She hurriedly shouted, and the spiritual energy that had been suppressed for a long time sealed the outlet of the dantian to prevent the demonic energy from leaking out.

As for the unlucky soul-devouring high priest, he found that the two Dragon Soul Clan and the Ji Yan Clan high priests were different, and after the "ancestor" appeared for no reason, he was shocked and wanted to escape. However, after the black vortex appeared, his body was torn and shattered by powerful suction. He screamed, and in an instant, the demon soul was torn into wisps, swept into the black hole in the center of the vortex, and then there was no breath!

Li Muran and Fairy Qianhuan have revealed their true colors. After seeing the high priest of the Soul-Devouring Clan, their faces changed. If they were just ordinary high priests, they would probably not be able to escape the same fate.

"The two little guys actually have such a mess of skills, and they also practice the true spirit bloodline and spiritual world skills!" The old man's surprised voice came from the black vortex: "Who are you, why can't you get along with me!"

Li Muran and Fairy Qianhuan complained secretly, "It's not that they can't get along with the demon dragon phantom, it's clearly that the demon dragon phantom is about to kill them!"

"I live in seclusion here just to live a life of silence. Which force did you two send? They actually found out here!" The old man continued to ask, but Li Muran and Fairy Qianhuan were both trying their best to control their true energy or bloodline. Even if they wanted to explain, Wuxia spoke.

After a while, Li Muran stretched out his fingers and pointed several meridian acupoints on his body, completely sealing the blood of the demon dragon in his body. The terrifying suction force finally relieved a lot.

Fairy Qianhuan also completely sealed the various demon flame true energy he had cultivated in his dantian and sealed them layer by layer with seven-colored spiritual fire. In this way, although she could not use the magical power of demon flame, she was much weakened by the influence of the vortex.

The magic dragon phantom seemed to have identified that the two were no longer threatened by the black vortex. When the exercise changed, the vortex disintegrated and turned into a wisp of demonic energy, and then gathered again into a magic dragon phantom.

"You little brat, you actually pretended to be a member of the Dragon Soul clan and practiced the Dragon Soul Technique! I will let you see the true power of the Dragon Soul Technique!" The magic dragon phantom shouted angrily and stretched out a magic dragon claw.

When the demon dragon claw was grabbed in emptiness, a strong wind immediately emerged. The strong wind stormed in the void and made a deafening sound of dragon roar. This was also the Dragon roar palm, but its momentum was several times stronger than the magical powers exerted by Li Muran!

The pure demonic energy around them also rolled up here and gathered in the palm wind, which not only strengthened the power of the Dragon Roar Palm, but also sealed the surrounding void more tightly.

Under the palm power, Li Muran only felt that the void was as iron as iron, and it was difficult to move at all, and even breathing became extremely difficult.
Chapter completed!