The Immortal Taoist Chapter 42: The peak of the Heavenly General Realm

The bright red blood dyed the earth red, and one dragon martial artist fell in a pool of blood. They regained their bodies, they were huge, but unfortunately, they were still not Ling Dao and Die Wu's opponents. Ling Dao's pair of fists swept across all directions, and Die Wu's golden war sword broke through the mountains and broken the mountains.

Ling Dao and Die Wu teamed up, and they were invincible. Even if they played against fifty-eight top martial artists, they had the absolute upper hand. Later, the ground cracked, ancient trees shattered, and mountains collapsed. There are young dragon fighters who are scared and want to escape, but it is too late.

The fifty-eight dragon martial artists at the peak of the Heavenly General Realm did not escape any of them, and they all died in the field. About twenty people died under the Diwu Sword, and all the others died under Ling Dao's fists. It can be said that his pair of fists have played a mighty power beyond local weapons.

The twelve peak martial artists who surrendered to Ling Dao had long been scared to death. They also wanted to take advantage of the fire and robbery, fish in troubled waters, and even wanted to kill both of them when Lingdao and the Dragon Warrior were both defeated. Unexpectedly, after the young dragon fighter died, Ling Dao was still alive and well.

"Their blood dragon spirit, you can fuse as much as you can."

Ling Dao gasped and said, the previous battle seemed to be a slaughter, but in fact he was still injured. One after another attack from the Dragon Clan warrior at the peak of the Heavenly General Realm, hit him, if it weren't for his tyrannical body, I'm afraid his body would have been torn apart.

Fortunately, the Hundred-Zhang Blood Dragon Spirit Guardian helped him withstand most of the damage. The vibration of the internal organs and the severe physical pain were nothing to him. With his physical recovery speed, he could heal as long as he rested for half an hour. He who cultivates the wild Zhuxian Jin, whether it is physical strength or recovery speed, is far beyond the average warrior.

Die Wu did not decline, but even merged with the blood dragon spirit. It was forty, fifty, and sixty, and it didn't stop until eighty. It's not that she doesn't want to continue to fuse the blood dragon spirit, but when she reaches her limit, she can only master the blood dragon spirit of eighty feet.

She is just a sword repairer, and her body is definitely not as good as Ling Dao, and not as good as Ao Huang. The stronger the body, the more vigorous the blood, and the more blood dragon spirits that can fuse. In another case, the dragon martial artist can master more blood dragon spirits. The purer the true dragon bloodline, the more blood dragon spirits they can master.

"Although Ling Dao’s combat power is beyond our expectations, the remaining blood dragon spirits are not ours? Their blood dragon spirits, if they add up, are probably two hundred feet long, even if she absorbs them. Tens of feet, we still have more than one hundred feet to divide. The blood dragon spirit that everyone can get is probably more than ten feet, right?"

After the twelve martial artists at the peak of the heavenly realm were shocked, they slowly calmed down, looking at the blood dragon spirit beside Die Wu, their eyes flashed with greed. I don't know who took the lead, one by one, they walked towards the body of the dragon martial artist.

Blood dragon spirits have a deep understanding of the improvement of their strength. If each of them masters a blood dragon spirit that is more than ten feet long, and encounters a warrior who is only a few feet long, it is estimated that they can walk sideways. Anyway, Ling Dao already had a hundred feet of blood dragon spirit, Die Wu also had a blood dragon spirit of eighty feet, and it would be a waste of the remaining blood dragon spirit to dissipate.

"What do you want to do?"

Just when they were about to fuse the blood dragon spirit, Ling Dao's voice rang. Even if Ling Dao's voice was not loud, it was shocking to them, and stopped their movements one by one. They didn't know what Ling Dao wanted to say or what they wanted to do, anyway, they didn't dare to mess around in front of Ling Dao.

"Ling son, you see so many blood dragon spirits, it would be a shame if they dissipated. Anyway, you and that girl have enough blood dragon spirits, how about giving us the rest? Anyway, we are surrendering you , Being your subordinate, you have to give us some soup if you eat meat, don’t you?"

One of the top martial artists of the Heavenly General Realm replied with a smile, on the surface respectful, and no one knew what he thought. The other celestial martial artists nodded and agreed, as long as they can get the blood dragon spirit, temporarily bow to Ling Dao, nothing.

Anyway, Ling Dao has no school or faction, leaving the Dragon Lord Great World. After returning to Tian Ling domain, they no longer need to fear Ling Dao. In order to wash away the current shame, they even wanted to kill Ling Dao. As a genius of a big power, kneeling down to Ling Dao and surrendering to Ling Dao are all shameful things.

"Now I know you surrendered to me? Why didn't you know when I fought against the dragon warriors? Or, you know, you just don’t want to fight, because you want to wait for us to lose and kill us all, and then swallow everything. Is the blood dragon spirit? Or do you want to sneak at me during the battle between me and the dragon warrior?"

Ling Dao's words made the twelve heavenly warriors angry and fearful. Unexpectedly, Ling Dao could see through their minds. None of the fifty-eight dragon martial artists at the peak of the Heavenly General Realm were Ling Dao's opponents. If Ling Dao dealt with them, would they be able to escape?

Even if Ling Dao was smiling, they all felt cold and bitter, as if the devil was smiling at them, and they might kill them at any time. Some martial artists at the top of the Celestial Realm couldn't help trembling, and some martial artists at the top of the Heavenly General Realm were thinking about how to deal with it.

"I was wrong, it was my fascination. I will hit whoever Ling Gongzi hits in the future."

Someone knelt down first, then someone knelt down after the second, and then knelt on the ground one by one. Regardless of whether they knew their mistakes or were afraid that Ling Dao would kill them, they didn't dare to claim the blood dragon spirits. They can only count on Ling Dao to show kindness and give them the blood dragon spirit.

"It's late. If you don't have any credit this time, don't think about the blood dragon spirit. Who dares to absorb a foot of blood dragon spirit, I will let him splash three feet of blood!"

Ling Dao said in a cold voice, scared the martial artist of the Celestial Realm pinnacle closest to the blood dragon spirit, backing again and again, and knelt on the ground back on his knees. Some warriors at the top of the Heavenly General Realm are already regretting that Ling Dao is so powerful, and they can get the blood dragon spirit after a few symbolic blows.

"Young Master Ling, these blood dragon spirits will dissipate soon. It's better to let us merge first, and next time we encounter an enemy, we will charge you forward, how about?"

A warrior at the top of the Heavenly General Realm said weakly, first explaining that the blood dragon spirit would dissipate without fusion, and then, in a flattering tone, he promised to work hard next time. Changing to someone else might really spare them once, let them fuse the blood dragon spirit, and enhance their strength, but it's a pity that Ling Dao won't.

"You are my servants, what qualifications do you have to negotiate terms with me? Besides, I can control the blood dragon spirit, why should I give it to you?"

Ling Dao's smirk made the faces of the twelve Heavenly Generals peak martial artists pale. Their approach gave Ling Dao some opinions, and now he directly said they were slaves. Given their origins, even peerless geniuses from the imperial ranks are not necessarily qualified to let them be slaves. Why is Ling Dao superior?

However, they did not dare to challenge Ling Dao, let alone attack Ling Dao. In terms of courage, Ling Dao dared to kill even real dragons. Their origins and backgrounds were nothing. In terms of strength, Ling Dao can kill even fifty-eight dragon martial artists at the peak of the Heavenly General Realm. Even if they join hands, there is only one dead end.

"Well, we want to see, how does Young Master Ling master these blood dragon spirits?"

A warrior at the peak of the Heavenly General Realm said angrily, what Ling Dao said was clearly a joke, even Die Wu could only master the blood dragon spirit of eighty feet long. You must know that Die Wu was able to repel the prince of the true dragon clan with a single sword. Ling Dao was able to master the blood dragon spirit of a hundred feet long, and he would definitely reach the limit.

Ling Dao snorted coldly, causing the heavenly peak martial artist who had just spoken to sweat, and almost forgot that Ling Dao was a killer. The other celestial martial artists did not dare to say anything, but they were obviously planning to see Ling Dao embarrassed. It's just a pity that so many blood dragon spirits will soon dissipate one by one.

The blood is boiling, Lingdao after the wild Zhuxian Jin is fully operational, like a **** or a devil. One after another blood dragon spirit flew towards Ling Dao. Twelve warriors at the top of the heavenly realm have seen such a situation a long time ago~IndoMTL.com~ Not surprising, but Die Wu didn't understand what was going on, a trace of doubt flashed in her clear eyes.

The Baizhang Blood Dragon Spirit resembles a real dragon, and it roars, its body is still growing. From one hundred feet to one hundred and ten feet, it was just a blink of an eye. The increase in the blood dragon spirit did not end, but just started. One hundred and twenty feet, one hundred and thirty feet, one hundred and forty feet...

Not only were the twelve Heavenly Generals peak martial artists stunned, Die Wu's eyes widened. The Butterfly Dance at the peak of the Heavenly Realm, the blood dragon spirit of eighty zhang is the limit, but the limit of Lingdao far exceeds eighty zhang. Even two eighty zhang, it is not Ling Dao's limit.

"Breakthrough!"

The Ling family retreats and practiced for several months, and now it is a series of battles, finally let Ling Dao break through to the peak of the heavenly general. After the twelve warriors at the top of the Heavenly General Realm felt the breath of Ling Dao, they all lowered their eyebrows and pleasing to the eye. Ling Dao in the late stage of the Heavenly General Realm, killing the peak martial artist of the Heavenly General Realm, is as simple as pinching an ant to death.

Now that Ling Dao has broken through to the peak of the Heavenly General Realm, his strength is definitely stronger. No matter how much they hate Ling Dao, in the Dragon Lord Great World, they dare not make enemies with Ling Dao. What's more, Ling Dao's blood dragon spirit had already exceeded two hundred feet, completely beyond their imagination.

"Unfortunately, after all, a small part of the blood dragon spirit was dissipated, only two hundred and ten feet."

Ling Dao sighed with regret, and felt that the blood dragon was not enough. One of the martial artists of the Heavenly General Realm peak held a huge boulder and slammed into it, only two hundred and ten feet, what a shocking sentence. The blood dragon spirit he mastered was less than Ling Dao's fraction, and it was more maddening than people!