MTL - Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 644 643. Eldest sister, do me a favor

  Chapter 644 643. Do me a favor, big sister

  The number of ancient dragons is not large, only about a hundred or so, and the entire ecology cannot support any more.

   But these more than a hundred dragons are already extremely terrifying. Among them, the lowest-level gray dragons have the strength of the innate realm, and fire dragons and black dragons are also in the alchemy stage of the Golden Core Realm.

  Facing such a frightening group of dragons, if it were the Wuchang Sect Master, he would have to run away, not daring to face it head-on.

   In order to buy time for the three of Aya to escape, Ark had to face the dragons directly, and there was still a delay.

  He raised Xuanyuanjian, poured all the absorbed power into the sword, and said to Xuanyuanjian in a discussing tone.

   "Big sister, do me a favor. I'll let you restore the color of rich gold when you get back."

  With the infusion of power, the body of Xuanyuanjian's sword overflowed with brilliance, and mysterious runes lit up one by one.

  The next moment, the entire sword turned into golden light and dissipated, and the star-like light spots condensed on the back of the ark again to form a woman in a palace skirt, like a goddess descending to earth.

  The woman stretched out her two jade hands and gently wrapped her arms around Fang Zhou's neck.

   Fang Zhou really wanted to say don’t do this in public, but this sword woman is very narrow-minded, saying the wrong thing can easily make her close herself.

  The group of ancient dragons has already swarmed towards the ark. Hundreds of dragons can be said to cover up the sky, occupying most of the sky.

  The woman in the palace skirt didn't answer Fang Zhou's words, and her figure suddenly dispersed, turning into countless golden light spots, like a golden ocean.

  Fang Zhou was overjoyed, and quickly performed the Heaven and Earth Qiankun Kungfu and Sword Controlling Technique.

  The two divine skills complement each other, and the violent true energy flows in the body of the ark like a river, and gathers at the fingertips of the right arm after running through complicated routes.

   "No name, no appearance, ten thousand swords return to the sect!"

   Fang Zhou shouted loudly, pointing forward with his right arm that gathered all his strength.

  The golden ocean behind him immediately spewed out violently along the gesture, drawing countless golden lines.

  Wan Jian Guizong has long been lost, but it is still famous in the world of cultivating immortals for thousands of years, which shows its extraordinary power.

   Fang Zhou only learned this trick after he reached the Golden Core Realm.

  Countless golden threads spewed out towards the group of ancient dragons, forming a golden wave that covered the sky and the sun. If you look closely, you can see that each golden thread is a small but delicate long sword.

   Moreover, the shape of each sword is different, and the whole body emits golden light, drawing long shadows in flight.

  The golden line rapidly expanded in size after moving away from the ark, and in a blink of an eye, the area it covered surpassed the group of ancient dragons.

  The ancient dragons have already rushed in front of them, there is nowhere to hide, they can only bump into them head-on.

  The ancient dragon king made a strange sound, cast dragon language magic, and a defensive wall composed of countless hexagonal blocks blocked all the ancient dragons.

  The golden wave crashed into it, and each golden thread made a crisp sound when it hit it. Countless sounds gathered together to form a loud noise like a storm, bombarding the ears continuously.

  The defensive wall was directly shattered, and countless golden threads fell on the ancient dragon group, creating more messy and intensive noise.

  These golden swords are very small, but extremely sharp and strong, piercing the solid dragon scales of the ancient dragons easily like steel needles.

  Under the first wave of attacks, the seven or eight ancient dragons flying in the front wailed, were nailed into hedgehogs, and fell from the sky.

  Intensive attacks wave after wave, Gu Long's formation was immediately disrupted.

  The ancient dragon king flying in the front opened his mouth to breathe out a dragon's breath, this time it was a high-temperature flame, trying to melt all the golden threads that were shot at him.

  Ark did not let go of this most dangerous dragon, and most of the golden threads attacked it. Under the control of Ark, they gathered and formed, like a rushing river, facing the high-temperature dragon's breath.

  The golden thread at the front was instantly melted into a liquid, then vaporized, and turned into aura again.

  But the number of gold threads is really too much, continuously washing away, piercing and shattering the dragon's breath, turning it into scattered and overflowing energy.

  A large amount of golden thread rewinds against the dragon's breath, bombarding the ancient dragon king.

  Its body surface has an invisible defense, which is used to resist the bombardment of the golden thread, but its huge body is still beaten back again and again.

  The most powerful ancient dragon king is like this, but the other ancient dragons are even more unbearable, being beaten and running around.

  The ancient dragon's counterattack is not without it. The dragon's breath and dragon language magic of various attributes are sprayed out like money, consuming each other with the gold thread.

  The ancient dragon king was extremely annoyed, and opened his mouth to spit out a black ball.

  Other ancient dragons were startled when they saw the black ball, and all retreated.

  The black ball grew rapidly, and in a blink of an eye it became as huge as an adult dragon.

  This black ball has its own attraction, absorbing all the surrounding gold threads.

  A large number of golden threads sank into the black ball, as if entering a bottomless pit without stirring up any waves.

   Not long after, all the golden threads covering the sky and the sun were absorbed by the black ball.

  These damned golden threads finally disappeared, but the ark hiding behind the golden threads had already disappeared without a trace.

  The Ancient Dragon King felt his lungs were about to explode, and roared to the sky.

"Chase!"

  …

  The ancient dragons in the habitat were summoned by the ancient dragon king, and there was not a single dragon in other places that were empty.

   The three of Aya did not turn into birds anymore, and just escaped along the way they came.

   It didn't take long for the three of them to flee outside the habitat.

  Evelyn and Kelly wanted to stay and wait for the ark, but Aya took them and continued to run out.

  When she fled far enough, Kelly, who looked back from time to time, suddenly shouted in surprise: "I'm back! I'm back!"

  The other two looked back and saw Fang Zhou catching up from behind at an extremely fast speed.

  The three breathed a sigh of relief, and Aya asked, "Did you get rid of it?"

   Fang Zhou shook his head: "No, we are still chasing, and we will definitely not let us go so easily."

  He took out the gourd and pointed it at the three of them, and with the screams of Evelyn and Kelly, he sucked the three of them into the gourd.

  He himself followed into the gourd, leaving Beichen outside to fly with the gourd.

   After entering the gourd, Ark quickly adjusted the time flow rate to 1:100, and then awakened Aya.

  Evelyn and Kelly fell into a deep sleep. Ark did not intend to wake them up, so he took the sheepskin bag that Kelly was holding tightly in his hand and opened it.

  A flame full of vitality lay quietly in the sheepskin pocket, and the temperature of the flame could hardly be felt.

   "Is this the fire of hope?"

   Fang Zhou looked curiously: "It looks quite ordinary."

  He could feel the extremely terrifying energy contained in the flame, but that was it, it seemed that it was not worthy of the name of the holy object of creation.

  Aya nodded and replied, "That's right, this is it."

  She had seen the flame of hope several times before she was alive, but at that time, the flame of hope was on the verge of extinguishing, and it was just a small flame.

  Ark took the Flame of Hope out of the sheepskin pocket, and a large number of flames immediately appeared out of thin air, surrounding him and Aya.

  (end of this chapter)