Blue Lightning Erased

Yu Xiaogang is willing to leave.

He struggled to break free from the hands of Flender and Liu Erlong, staggered forward a few steps, and shouted at Lingyuan Douluo's back:

"No way! This isn't true! This isn't true!!"

His voice was so hoarse that it almost broke, his eyes were red, and he looked like he was going crazy:

"Bibi Dong... how could she... how could she..."

"Shut up!"

Lingyuan Douluo turned around suddenly!

An extremely terrifying coercion erupted from her body like a substance!

The coercion condensed into a line and enveloped the three Yu Xiaogang accurately. Flender and Liu Erlong felt as if a huge mountain was pressing on their shoulders. Their legs softened and they fell to their knees with a plop. The two of them gritted their teeth, veins popped up on their foreheads, but they couldn't even raise their heads.

And Yu Xiaogang--

He was Soul Power humble and had injuries on his body. At this moment, he was crushed head-on by this coercion, and his whole body was directly pressed to the ground! His forehead was hit hard on the stone slab on the ground, making a dull sound, and blood instantly seeped out from the wound and spread along the gaps in the stone slab.

He lay on the ground, trembling all over and unable to move a finger. He made a "ho ho" sound in his throat, but could not say a word.

Lingyuan Douluo looked at him condescendingly, his voice as cold as frost:

"Jade Grandmaster, call me by my honorable name Spirit Hall His Holiness the Pope. I can't pretend I didn't hear it."

Flender and Liu Erlong knelt aside, struggling to resist the pressure. Lingyuan Douluo's main target was not the two of them, so Flender's upper body could barely move.

He gritted his teeth and covered Liu Erlong's mouth with one hand - Liu Erlong was currently struggling to pounce on Yu Xiaogang, his eyes full of anxiety and distress, but Flender held him down firmly.

Flender raised his head and spoke to Lingyuan Douluo with difficulty, his voice hoarse but sincere:

"Ling Yuan Your Majesty, Xiao Gang He... He also cares about the sect. At this time, the six gods have no master, so he said some lies. Please... please forgive him this time."

Lingyuan Douluo glanced at him, then looked down at Yu Xiaogang who was lying on the ground with blood streaming from his forehead.

After a moment, she withdrew the pressure.

The mountain pressing on them suddenly disappeared. Flender and Liu Erlong took a deep breath and rushed to Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang has fainted.

His face was as pale as a sheet, blood was still oozing out from the wound on his forehead, and his breath was so weak that he could hardly feel it. The running around in the past few days, the worsening of his injuries, and the intense rage just now finally made him unable to hold on any longer.

Liu Erlong hugged him, tears couldn't stop falling, her lips were trembling, but she couldn't say a word.

Flender squatted aside and checked Yu Xiaogang's injuries, his face becoming increasingly ugly.

Lingyuan Douluo glanced at them lightly and said calmly:

"You still have one minute to evacuate. Otherwise, once it affects Chiyu, you won't be able to leave even if you want to."

After saying that, she turned and left.

Her pace was unhurried and unhurried, but it carried a determination that no one could ignore.

After taking a few steps, Soul Power exploded all over her!

The shadow of a giant eagle with a dark body and iron wings appeared behind her - Lingyuan Martial Soul! Two yellows, two purples, five blacks, and nine Spirit Ring spiraled up from under her, exuding a heart-stopping pressure!

She flew up and headed towards the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan depths to kill!

Demon Bear Douluo and Ghost Leopard Douluo followed closely, and also released Martial Soul and Spirit Ring. The three terrifying auras were like three sharp blades, going straight into the heart of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!

Behind him, the five Enforcement Elder also moved.

Fu Yuan held the Fentian long knife. The pale flames on the knife burned silently, exuding a chill that made people's souls tremble. With a flash of his body, he appeared above the main hall of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. With a wave of the long knife, a sword energy hundreds of meters long swept out!

Fu Lei carried the war hammer and laughed, his laughter full of excitement. He kicked his feet on the ground, and his whole body ejected like a cannonball. The purple thunder and lightning on the war hammer jumped wildly, and when the hammer hit it, the entire side hall collapsed!

Fu Xing, Fu Jin, and Fu Yan dispersed. The silver chains, earthy yellow seals, and blue spears lit up at the same time. The eight Titled Douluo auras gathered together, like the sky falling and the earth falling, shrouding the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan in the shadow of death!

Liu Erlong held the unconscious Yu Xiaogang and stared blankly at this scene.

Her father, her people, the place where she grew up...

She stood up suddenly and wanted to rush over, but was held tightly by Flender.

"Let me go! Boss Fu Let me go!" she shouted, tears flowing uncontrollably.

Flender didn't speak, he just held her wrist tightly, so hard that his hands were shaking. He looked at her, his eyes full of complex feelings - there was distress, helplessness, and deep self-blame.

"Erlong!" His voice was hoarse and he said every word, "Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan... it can't be reversed."

Liu Erlong was stiff all over.

Flender continued, "The top priority is Xiao Gang. His current injury... if not treated in time, I'm afraid..."

Liu Erlong looked down at the unconscious Yu Xiaogang in his arms, his pale face, and the wound on his forehead that was still bleeding.

She gritted her teeth and couldn't stop her tears from falling, but finally she stopped struggling.

"Then what are you waiting for!" She raised her head suddenly and shouted at Flender, "Let's go! If you don't go Xiao Gang will..."

She couldn't speak any more.

Flender nodded heavily. He squatted down, carried Yu Xiaogang on his back, and looked at Liu Erlong again.

Liu Erlong didn't look at him, just stared at the crumbling sect and the figure of her father whom she would never see again.

Flender withdrew his gaze, carried Yu Xiaogang on his back, pulled Liu Erlong with him, and took advantage of the chaos to quickly disappear into the night.

Behind him, the flag of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan collapsed in the fire.

That day, eight Titled Douluo took action at the same time, and Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan completely disappeared from the mainland in just half a day.

From now on, there will be no Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan in the world.

As for the three Lingyuan Douluo, after entering Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, they did not confront the Soul Douluo level elders head-on.

Their goals were clear from the beginning.

Lingyuan Douluo, who looks like Gui Mei, avoids the battlefield in front and goes straight to the mountain behind the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. There is the large warehouse where Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has collected it for many years.

Demon Bear Douluo and Ghost Leopard Douluo were on the left and right, guarding her sides. The three of them were like sharp knives, thrusting straight into the core of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

When they broke open the warehouse door, the scene inside made all three of them look excited.

Piles of Gold Soul Coin, neatly stacked precious ores, rows of medicinal materials with vintages, and those Spirit Bone solemnly enshrined at the top...

Lingyuan Douluo raised a smile at the corner of his mouth and said softly, "Move quickly."

The three of them passed by like locusts and swept away the treasures in the warehouse.

At this moment, on the frontal battlefield, the five Enforcement Elder had completely defeated the resistance of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

When the last Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan elder fell, Fu Yuan took out the palm-sized hexagon Soul Tool from his arms.

He injected Soul Power with his fingertips, and Soul Tool glowed, rapidly expanding and unfolding in the air, turning into a giant hexagonal three-dimensional frame nearly ten meters high.

Light flashed, and a figure fell from it and fell heavily to the ground.

Yu Yuanzhen.

He was trapped in Soul Tool for a whole night without any treatment for his injuries. He was so weak that he couldn't even stand up. He struggled to hold himself up and raised his head -

Then, he saw it.

The collapsed palace, the collapsed flag, the debris on the ground, and the tribesmen who could no longer stand up.

Yu Yuanzhen's pupils suddenly contracted.

His lips trembled violently, and he made a "ho-ho" sound in his throat, but he couldn't say a word.

His eyes instantly turned red, and tears fell silently, dripping onto the blood-stained stone slab.

He wanted to roar, to question, to rush forward and fight these people -

But he couldn't even stand up.

He could only kneel there, his head hanging deeply, his forehead pressed against the cold ground, and tears could not stop falling.

In his heart, there was only regret and despair.

If he hadn't gone to the Beichen Academy...

If he hadn't done anything to the woman named Fu Zhi...

If only he could have calmed down...

But there are no ifs in the world.

Fu Yuan walked behind him and looked condescendingly at the once arrogant Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan sect leader, with an evil smile on his lips.

His voice was very soft, but it penetrated Yu Yuanzhen's heart like a knife:

"Old Long, it's time to hit the road."

"With so many people accompanying you, you will not be lonely at all on this trip."

Yu Yuanzhen's pupils suddenly shrank! He raised his head suddenly, his eyes were red, and he opened his mouth to roar--

A flash of sword light flashed.

The pale flame left a scorching trail in the air, silent but deadly.

Yu Yuanzhen's head flew high into the sky.

His body stiffened for a moment, and then slowly fell down. Blood spurted out from his neck, staining the stone slab beneath him red.