The devil boy came to the world, the East China Sea Dragon Palace.

Ao Guang's slender dragon body was wrapped around a huge stone pillar, looking at his child.

"Things? Father, what do you want to give me?"

Ao Bing was not only curious, but more happy. After all, Ao Guang just said that, in his understanding, his father not only did not object to saving Nezha, but also had to provide help to himself who was not capable.

Ao Guang raised his head and looked around at the tribe members in the Dragon Palace. They nodded silently.

Ao Guang stretched out his dragon claws and tapped them on his chest. The sharp claw tips tightly clamped the two dragon scales, and then exerted force suddenly!

"roar--"

A low dragon roar rang out, but it was forced to suppress it by him.

"Father..."

Although he didn't understand why his father did this, Ao Bing still subconsciously wanted to stop him.

"Sher—!"

A slight splash of blood sounded, and the two dragon scales that Ao Guang's dragon claws were pulled out completely by him, and the light golden dragon blood splashed out from the wound.

Ao Guang took a deep breath, and the trembling dragon claws released, and the light golden dragon blood and crystal dragon scales flew forward, hanging in the air.

"Father, you are..."

"roar--"

Halfway through Ao Bing's words, he was interrupted by the roars one after another.

Each dragon held a piece of dragon scales on its body, endured the huge pain and pulled it out. The light golden dragon blood splattered out from the wound and slung in the air.

Ao Bing widened his eyes, completely unable to understand the scene in front of him.

With Ao Guang's two dragon scales and dragon blood as the center, all the dragon scales pulled out and the dragon blood flowed out gathered like thousands of rivers returning to the sea.

Countless light golden dragon blood gathered together, wrapping the dragon scales inside.

Dragon scales of different colors, shapes and breaths are refined in the gathering of dragon blood. The dragon blood gradually merges with each dragon scale, and the shape and breath of the dragon scales change.

After all the dragon blood merged with the dragon scales, each dragon scale turned into translucent light silver scales with the same breath and shape. The scales suspended in the air rushed towards Ao Bing below like a return home.

"this……"

The refined dragon scales fit together one by one on Ao Bing's outer robe as if they were spiritual, and were embedded on it tightly. On Ao Bing's robe, a faint silver-white light illuminated, reflecting the dim underwater Dragon Palace.

"Son, the dragon clan has given you the hardest dragon scales on its body," Ao Guang's majestic voice exuded an unconcealable weakness and fatigue. "This ten thousand dragon armor is transformed from the essence, blood and dragon scales of the entire dragon clan, and is indestructible, and all the laws are easy to destroy..."

"...The Battle of the Gods is extremely dangerous. With this armor here, it can at least protect your life without worries. The hope of the entire dragon clan is all about you..."

The Ten Thousand Dragon Armor is cultivated with the essence, blood, dragon scales of the entire dragon clan. It is born with spiritual power and will not cause any burden on those who wear it.

But at this moment, Ao Bing, wearing ten thousand dragon armor, felt as if he was wearing a mountain.

"Boy, understand!"

Ao Bing wore the armor of ten thousand dragons and bowed deeply, like a big mountain falling to his head.

...

"Why...why do you agree to him?"

Seeing Ao Bing's back disappearing from sight, Shen Gongbao turned his head and asked Ao Guang.

Ao Guang's voice recovered a little, and he said to Shen Gongbao: "My son carries the hope of the entire dragon clan. He wants to make achievements in the Battle of the Wind God and become a god to heaven, so that he will have the opportunity to lead the entire dragon clan out of this purgatory sea of ​​suffering, but he is my son and your disciple."

"He is not our puppet."

Shen Gongbao was stunned and nodded silently.

"A man who only obeys our arrangements will not be able to lead the Dragon Clan to turn over. What he wants to fight against is the prejudice of the entire Heavenly Court towards the Dragon Clan. This is something we have not done. If he only obeys us, how can we do what we cannot do?"

"No...no..." Shen Gongbao nodded, "No!"

Ao Guang sighed deeply: "Next time, just nod your head, don't talk."

Shen Gongbao nodded.

...

Outside Chentang Pass.

Nezha held a fire spear in one hand, surrounded by Huntian Ling. Her injuries looked quite tragic. She had dozens of wounds of all sizes on her body. Although her breath became more and more intense, it became much more empty.

"As a human race, with your cultivation level, you can be said to be extremely talented in combat, and you are worthy of your identity as the reincarnation of the innate spiritual creature."

The wings of the Xuanniao Demon King were shaking, and his aura was as powerful as it was at the beginning. The wounds that Nezha had stabbed with a fire-tip gun at the beginning had already recovered, and there were only a few small injuries that were recovering.

In front of Nezha was the Xuanniao Demon King, and behind and beside him were the other four demon kings.

"Hmph! Stop talking nonsense, I'll be beaten with pleasure!"

Nezha swung the fire-tip gun in his hand, swinging out a sharp spear, and the four demon kings who were mainly self-protection retreated one after another.

"..." The eyes of the "messy and cowardly" monster kings glanced at the "messy and cowardly" and the Xuanniao Demon King killed in Nezha again.

He could understand the behavior of other demon kings not working hard. After all, the most they could get in this battle was only half of the innate origin and some human flesh and blood essences.

The magic weapons on the reincarnation of the spiritual creatures are all human magic weapons. Without the authentic methods of the human Xuanmen, they are just a bunch of precious waste materials. They are extremely valuable to the demon king. Maybe they will attract greedy human strong men to seize treasures, and even they will be refined by the human race.

The demon clan used to feed the human race as blood, but now the human race used the demon clan to refine magic weapons and pills. The relationship between the two sides was not ordinary. The human race's magic weapons were considered to be guarding against monsters and did not rely on the human race to be pawns. The human race's magic weapons were useless to the demon clan.

He would do this if he had only half of the innate origin and some flesh and blood essence. This benefit was really not worth taking risks unless he was willing to give up part of his innate origin and redistribute it with other demon kings.

The Xuanniao Demon King chose to work harder himself - 80% of the innate origin of Nezha was exactly the limit of his absorption and refining, and he would not give up any of these eight cost sources.

"roar--"

A shocking dragon roar came from the distance, and the biting cold glaciers rushed to the Xuanbi Demon King from the direction where the dragon roar came.

"Where did the dragon clan junior come from?"

The Xuanbi Demon King's wings shook and directly dispersed the vast glacier that was several miles away from him.

"Nezha, I'm here to help you! Are you okay?"

Afar, a divine dragon covered in jade-white and with a sea-blue dragon mane appeared in the sight of the demons and Nezha.

Ao Bing flew towards Nezha, but was blocked by a tiger-shaped demon king. But the next moment, Nezha held a fire spear and headed straight for Ao Bing. The tiger-shaped demon king who was blocking the two of them actively pushed it away, not wanting to fight Nezha.

"Ao Bing? Why are you here?!" Nezha flew to Ao Bing, then immediately frowned and said anxiously: "Ao Bing, go quickly, you are no match for them!"

"It's okay, I have my own way of protecting myself, and they can't hurt me."

Ao Bing shook his head, because the enemy was right opposite, he couldn't just say that he had the Ten Thousand Dragon Armor.

"It turns out that there is a treasure armor on your body," the Xuanniao Demon King glanced at Ao Bing, "No wonder I couldn't find your aura before, but judging from the move just now, you are no less than an ordinary demon king."

Ao Bing, who was called to break his trump card, felt nervous.

"What? Even a young dragon clan talent like you should be respectful to the human race?" The Xuanniao Demon King sneered, "You dragon clan is really strong!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Ao Bing said angrily, "I'm protecting my friend!"

"Friends? The demon clan and the human race become friends? Hehehe..."

A white ape demon king who had always had a weak sense of existence spoke up and mocked him, "It is worthy of being your dragon clan. You can not only betray the demon clan in a noble way to be a lackey for the heavenly court, but also be friends with the human race so naturally. Your dragon clan is indeed worthy of being the former leader of my demon clan!"

"I……"

Ao Bing was stunned and wanted to refute, but he didn't know how to speak. After all, it is an indisputable fact that the dragon clan belongs to the demon clan but surrenders to the Heavenly Court.

"Ha! A bold monster dares to harm the world, so why don't you surrender quickly!"

A loud shout with a very funny accent sounded from afar. Taiyi Zhenren, holding a pair of blue scrolls, rode on a plump pink pig, and flew far away towards Nezha and Ao Bing.

"The strong man of the human race? He can't feel the slightest breath. Is it the reason for the treasure in his hand?"

The moment he saw Taiyi, or the Jiqing scroll in Taiyi's hand, the Xuanniao Demon King felt that his feathers were standing up, and subconsciously said in his heart, "Damn it! What kind of treasure is there in his hand? It can actually make me feel the threat of death!"

"Master!" Before he could completely come back from Ao Bing's surprise, Nezha saw Taiyi Zhenren riding a pig.

Nezha, who was young, subconsciously supported his forehead and subconsciously complained to Taiyi in the distance: "What are you doing? To add food to the monsters or to drag me back. Have you had enough injuries on my body? Don't you make trouble?"

When Nezha complained, the White Ape Demon King who had previously mocked Ao Bing went straight to Taiyi - although he wanted to preserve his strength, he still had to do what he should do, otherwise it would be difficult to divide the spoils by then.

Although the aura on this fat man was covered by him in some unknown way, he seemed to know that he was not a powerful character, but a soft persimmon that was easy to pinch.

"Master, be careful!"

Nezha, who knew his master was, subconsciously exclaimed, but looking at the White Ape Demon King who was striking towards him, Taiyi just waved his hand and unfolded the scroll of Jiqing in his hand.

"!!!"

The demonic power in the White Ape Demon King, whose heart was shrouded in endless sense of crisis, burst out with all his strength and he tried his best to retreat.

The unfolded blue scroll roared and danced, barely brushing half of the claw of the White Ape Demon King, and the half of the claw that was rubbed disappeared instantly.

Although he lost half of his claws, the White Ape Demon King, who escaped by chance, rolled and crawled away from Taiyi.

Seeing the white ape losing half of its claws in an instant, the five demon kings and Ao Bing were shocked.

Nezha stared at the Ji Qing scroll in Taiyi's hand and said in surprise: "Old Gu's universe mysterious yellow picture! Master, why did he give this to you?!"

"I didn't give it to me! I didn't give it to me!" Taiyi waved his hand quickly, "The Immortal Chief is just lending me a little while. In the case of a disciple, how can I not take action, my master!"

Looking at Taiyi riding on a pig and patting his chest, Nezha's mouth twitched slightly, but his heart was uncontrollably happy.

The pride and frivolity of the boy prompted him to leave the city to fight the five demon kings one by one, but his friend Ao Bing, his master Taiyi and Lao Gu who lent Taiyi Zhibao made the heart of this sloppy and proud boy warm.

The Xuanniao Demon King had a bird face and looked extremely ugly, and he silently analyzed the situation in his heart.

The white dragon who came to help the human race had a treasure scale armor on his body that he was not sure of breaking. With the talent of the dragon race, he had already had a treasure on his body. Even if his cultivation was poor, his combat power would probably be stronger than that of ordinary demon kings.

Judging from his performance just now, the fat man riding a pig was a little worse than the Demon King, but holding the treasure in his hand would only be more dangerous.

As for the reincarnation of the spirit creature, his combat power was almost close to himself. If it weren't for the help of four demon kings to suppress it, he might not have been able to suppress the reincarnation of the spirit creature to the disadvantage without any injuries.

Now that these three guys join forces, things are more than ten times more difficult at once.

"Everyone, you have seen the situation now, don't hide it," Looking at the four demon kings who had already developed a desire to retreat in their eyes, the Xuanniao Demon King gritted his teeth, "After things are done, we will divide the innate origin equally!"
Chapter completed!