Dragon Vein Martial God

Qing Yang first gave a generous praise, and then sighed, indicating that his curiosity had been satisfied. Since he had been satisfied, he would not waste any more time. As for Jiang Ting, he had yet to accumulate even the slightest bit of strength.    

    

"The dagger is revealed..." Jiang Ting narrowed his eyes.    

    

Qing Yang... began his crazy attacks again.    

    

Fortunately, the armor was worthy of being a gift from the Ice Flame Scarlet Flood Dragon, and it firmly protected him.    

    

As the degree of his attack increased, the black scales on Qing Yang's body became more and more obvious.    

    

Jiang Tingze looked at the pitch-black sky. The Heavenly Dao did not have any reaction.    

    

Since Qing Yang's demonic form was already so obvious, why did the Heavenly Dao not have any reaction?    

    

The Heavenly Dao had collapsed?    

    

It shouldn't be... The Heavenly Dao Milk was formed from the will of all living beings in the world, and it was connected to all living things in the world.    

    

Even though the destruction wouldn't affect the life and death of living things... However, the Heavenly Dao maintained the operation of the world. If it was destroyed, then blood would definitely rain down from the sky, and the sorrowful cries would reverberate throughout the entire world.    

    

There was no rain of blood in the Tian Lan, nor was there any sorrowful cries that swept through the entire world. The Heavenly Dao would definitely still be intact... Why hadn't it condensed lightning punishment and killed demons yet?    

    

"Look at the movements of the heavens. Why? Do you want to suddenly have a bolt of lightning attack me?" Qing Yang began to mock again.    

    

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Combined with the sound of the armor continuously attacking, it was rather pleasing to the eye... but the prerequisite was that one had to ignore its demonic form.    

    

Jiang Ting's mind focused, and then he followed up with a cold laugh, "This Jiang is indeed thinking. You are also a creature that has flown into the sky, and this heaven and earth will not send down lightning to kill you."    

    

"Then you will be disappointed... I don't mind telling you, if I don't completely transform back into my true body and devil body, the heavens and earth won't attack me. " The mockery in Qing Yang's eyes and face grew stronger and stronger.    

    

Jiang Ting's expression turned serious... He wouldn't be attacked unless he revealed his true form?    

    

Did the Yin Devil do something, or did the Devil World do something?    

    

Just as he was about to continue his conversation.    

    

"I underestimated you. I was careless and it seemed like you got some information... It won't happen again." Qingyang lowered his head and attacked fiercely.    

    

Jiang Ting immediately pretended to laugh coldly and said,... ""    

    

No sound was heard.    

    

After a moment of silence, Jiang Ting came back to his senses. Qingyang had sealed off all the sounds around his armor.    

    

He could not hear the sounds outside, nor could his voice be heard.    

    

He was very decisive. When he sensed something was wrong, he immediately blocked all sounds... This time, he could not even get any more information out of him.    

    

The attacks were still continuing.    

    

Soon, about fifteen minutes passed.    

    

Sweat began to appear on Qing Yang's forehead... it was tiring.    

    

Jiang Tingze looked at Qing Yang, somewhat bored. Yes, he had been crazily attacked by Qing Yang for so long. At the beginning, he had been somewhat worried when his voice had been blocked, but slowly, he was no longer worried.    

    

Until now, the surface of the armor that was woven from scales was only slightly dimmer than before, less than three percent.    

    

Sometimes, he even thought that the scales of the Iceflame Scarlet Wyrm were clearly red, so why were the scales of the armor black?    

    

Was it because it separated from the Ice Flame Scarlet Flood Dragon's body and lost its vitality?    

    

He attacked again for a few breaths of time.    

    

Qing Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead and silently stopped. His eyes were somewhat ugly.    

    

He also realized that the scale's luster was less than three percent dull... If one were to use the luster to estimate how long the armor could last, didn't that mean that he needed to attack thirty and a half minutes more?    

    

Right now, he was not the real body, but the Earth Realm Golden Core that he possessed. Forcefully using the power that did not belong to the Golden Core and originated from his real body was already risky.    

    

If he continued to fight, Qing Yang's body might immediately collapse.    

    

He did not want to be struck by lightning.    

    

At this moment, he saw Jiang Ting's mouth moving up and down... he was clearly speaking, but he had cut off the sound, so he couldn't hear what he was saying.    

    

However, he could understand!    

    

Jiang Ting only said two words... Trash.    

    

"You're courting death!" Qing Yang coldly harrumphed.    

    

Of course, Jiang Ting could not hear his voice. At most, he could only read lips. If he could not see the other party's mouth, he naturally could not read lips to know what the other party was saying.    

    

Just as Jiang Ting was about to continue mocking him.    

    

Qingyang raised his head and looked at the night sky. After hesitating for a moment, he took out a withered vine.    

    

The moment the withered vine appeared, the originally dark sky began to shine... the brilliance of lightning.    

    

What was that?    

    

Although Jiang Ting couldn't recognize the withered vine, he could vaguely sense an extremely dense demonic Qi within the withered vine. Clearly, it wasn't something from Tian Lan.    

    

Qing Yang, who was chasing away the withered vine, waved his hand to remove the sound barrier. "Do you really think the tortoise shell can protect you?"    

    

Jiang Ting didn't say anything. In fact, he began to quietly and carefully gather the energy of heaven and earth.    

    

Finally, he had some time. If he was given a little time, he could use the power of heaven and earth to quietly activate the token. As long as he could contact Daoist Qing Feng, the danger would be solved.    

    

Even if he didn't have time to tell him anything after sending the message, as long as he could send the image back to the Purple Frost Sect in an instant, Taoist Qing Feng could naturally tell that he was in great danger.    

    

Jiang Ting didn't answer, and Qing Yang, who had asked for it, didn't mind either. He dripped a few drops of dark green blood into the withered vine.    

    

Immediately, black Qi filled the air.    

    

"Rumble..." The sound of thunder exploded. Countless lightning bolts filled the sky, and the force of heaven and earth began to surge. The speed at which Jiang Ting gathered the force of heaven and earth increased dramatically.    

    

Furthermore, under the violent power of heaven and earth, the possibility of Jiang Ting attracting the power of heaven and earth to be discovered decreased drastically.    

    

Opportunity?    

    

Just as Jiang Ting was speeding up the gathering of the force of heaven and earth.    

    

The withered vine that was filled with black gas flashed and suddenly expanded, bending into the shape of a door.    

    

Strands of spatial fluctuations rose from the curved door of the withered vine.    

    

A teleportation door?    

    

Jiang Ting suddenly raised his head to look at the vine, feeling uneasy in his heart.    

    

As if he knew what he was thinking, Qing Yang stared at Jiang Ting hatefully. "A turtle shell, right? I will throw you into the Devil World. At that time, I would like to see... if your tortoise shell is made of paper!"    

    

As he spoke, Qing Yang's body flashed and he moved to the opposite side of the door. Behind Jiang Ting, he suddenly punched out.    

    

The armor naturally blocked the power of the punch.    

    

However, the force of the punch carried Jiang Ting and rushed towards the door... With the direction he was flying in, he would definitely fall into the door made of withered vines.    

    

Transfer to the Devil World that Qing Yang spoke of?    

    

With the armor protecting him, Jiang Ting was not worried that he would be crushed to death by the pressure from the space when he was transported. What he was worried about was... the Devil World, the world of devils.    

    

If he ran into the Devil World alone... he would probably die without even knowing how.    

    

A fluorescent light suddenly flashed, and a ripple spread out from the sect token in Jiang Ting's hand. He had been accumulating power all this time, trying to send a message to Daoist Qing Feng, and finally he had some results.