Chapter 394 A Huge Child Who Stands Tall and Proud

After being shattered, a black energy floated out of Nado's body. He just wanted to pounce on the people around him, but was defeated by the dragon energy.

This was Zhang Xing's intention, just to show these people why they wanted to kill him.

If the people from the temple and the Nadeau family are still looking for trouble, then don't blame him for being rude.

After dealing with Nado, Zhang Xing's figure flashed into the bright formation.

At the same time, the black energy was gathered, from the original ten feet to twenty feet, and suddenly rushed towards the formation!

"Jiejie..."

"Today is the beginning of our re-entering the Holy Dragon Continent. Your end has come, Jie Jie..."

"It's been a thousand years, a whole thousand years, and I'm back again. This will be my world. I'm here to save you weak humans. You will live forever!"

"Great God of Darkness, I will never stop, never..."

Forever your sister!

As soon as he said this, he was interrupted by Zhang Xing.

The dark creature was about to yell angrily, but was so frightened by the scene before him that he forgot his lines.

I saw a huge... child standing tall and tall above the formation!

The aura oppressed him, unable to move at all, and the condensed dark energy continued to dissipate.

The child's whole body was shining with golden light, and he was extremely holy.

"Dharma...Dharma Saint..."

At the same time as these three words came out in a rasping voice, the child stretched out a golden finger and pressed it on him.

"What a bullshit dark creature, it's just a ball of black smoke, it can be extinguished by raising your hand!"

The dark creatures wanted to resist and escape, but they couldn't.

Shivering, he was about to open his mouth and leave a few harsh words, but the golden finger had already arrived.

"puff!"

The golden light fell, and the black energy was instantly purified completely!

Zhang Xing glanced at the mountain in space and snorted coldly: "Why is there still a spiritual thought hidden? Do you want to take a peek?"

He raised his hand and grabbed it, and a trace of black energy was pulled out from the mountain.

"You...who are you? How dare you ruin this important event for me!"

A horrified voice came from the mind of the dark creature.

"Who am I? Can't you see?"

Zhang Xing said that he mobilized the dragon energy in Dragon Island, and a golden dragon shadow slowly rose behind him.

"No...this is impossible!"

An extremely frightened voice spread throughout the space.

"You are the Golden Dragon King, you are the Golden Dragon King...impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible. The power of our dragon clan is beyond what your small dark country can imagine."

"Hei Bao, let him see how powerful you are!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge roar shook the sky, and a huge dragon body more than twenty meters long appeared in the space.

"Sixth level... black dragon..."

The dark creature was shocked, and the spiritual thoughts held by Zhang Xing showed signs of collapse.

Before I had time to think too much, I heard again: "Xiao Bai, come out and show your face!"

A huge white shadow more than twenty meters long traveled in a circle and lined up with the black dragon.

"Wen Jing, it's your turn!"

"roar!"

Just as the roar sounded, a beautiful dragon shadow flapped its huge wings and appeared side by side beside the white dragon.

"Sixth level... white dragon..."

"Sixth level... Yinglong..."

I am the God of Darkness! This is not a dream, I saw something, this is not real!

Didn’t the dragon race become extinct thousands of years ago?

I clearly remember that the Golden Dragon King led the entire clan to die in battle one by one within two hundred years.

The Golden Dragon King was also trapped in a dark formation and must have died at this time.

Not only does he have a legacy left behind, he is also so powerful that he has become a saint.

It had only been eight hundred years, and I suddenly saw the bloodline inheritance of other dragons, three Eastern dragons with pure bloodlines!

What happened to the Holy Dragon Continent in the past eight hundred years?

Could it be that the man who led a dark blue holy dragon helped them cultivate it?