Chapter 1845: The Dragon Seeking Private Revenge

The Shadow Dragon's upper and lower teeth closed tightly, but there was no "snap," because it had bitten something.

It should have bitten Jiaotu's body in two, but the latter dodged instinctively, and the Shadow Dragon only bit its ribs, then shook its head violently! The two were not in the same weight class; the Shadow Dragon threw Jiaotu away as if an adult were throwing a six or seven-year-old child.

Pale golden blood splashed in the air, and Jiaotu crashed into the city wall with a loud bang like muffled thunder; half the isolated city shook.

With such a crash, the hard Panlong city wall actually dented into a shallow pit! There were also several radial cracks by the pit.

In the past, no matter how Jiaotu and the Shadow Dragon fought, the city wall was indestructible, and no one could damage it even a little bit.

It was evident that the force of this crash was so great that Jiaotu even felt its bones shattering.

The Shadow Dragon's capture of Miaozhantian earlier had been swift, but nowhere near this fierce! Qianhuan had just pulled itself out of the wall when the Shadow Dragon turned its head in the ruins, its massive body crushing countless broken tiles, and attacked Jiaotu again!

Clearly Miaozhantian was closer to it, but it insisted on ignoring the near and seeking the far.

This set of movements gave Miaozhantian a keen sense of "private revenge."

He looked closely and found that there were eyeballs in the Shadow Dragon's deep eye sockets, blood-red vertical pupils, unlike the ghost fire before.

Seeing this big guy rushing toward it, Qianhuan endured the pain and ran along the wall.

Another loud bang, and the wall shook, making Qianhuan stagger.

Not only did the wall skin fall off, but a large piece of the parapet was shaken off on the spot, smashing toward Qianhuan's front.

It was busy dodging, and the Shadow Dragon pounced; the upper and lower teeth snapped shut, missing Qianhuan's hind claws by a hair's breadth. If Qianhuan hadn't twisted at the last moment, and if the tip of its tail hadn't been chopped off by Miaozhantian early on, it would have been bitten by the Shadow Dragon again.

Why did this thing fixate on Jiaotu and chase it like crazy?

Qianhuan thought hard; it had almost never touched the Shadow Dragon in this battle, avoiding it carefully the whole time. Based on the experience of the past sixty years, it should have been no different from a stone or flower in its eyes.

But Qianhuan looked back in the midst of its busy schedule and found that the Shadow Dragon's pupils were dilated, reflecting only Qianhuan's appearance.

That look was not only focused but also full of hatred.

Hatred?

A sense of ominousness bubbled up in Qianhuan's heart: could it be that this Shadow Dragon had also regained a bit of consciousness and was no longer acting purely on instinct?

Qianhuan's external Dharma form placed in the Yao Nation was controlled by the Yao King when it was unconscious, and it couldn't even beat a Heavenly Demon clone; when it regained consciousness, two Heavenly Demon clones died and one was seriously injured, and Qingyang was also seriously injured.

It was evident that with or without consciousness, combat power was completely different, just like a kitchen knife being replaced by a divine weapon.

And this Shadow Dragon might have also flipped through the encounters of the past sixty years and discovered that Qianhuan, this old thing, was not acting like a human, grinding it down in every possible way.

Weren't the many parts missing from the dragon body all thanks to Qianhuan? No wonder it chased Qianhuan relentlessly, looking bitter and deep.

For so many years, this Shadow Dragon had acted on instinct; how did it suddenly open up today? Coincidence was impossible; Qianhuan immediately associated it with the intrusion into the sea of consciousness earlier. It didn't know when something had sneaked in, but could it be the Shadow Dragon's consciousness? The Great Expansion Heavenly Pearl had been in its hands for sixty years, and this had never happened, so the Shadow Dragon's consciousness must have come from the outside.

And who could connect to its sea of consciousness and let in stowaways—

Need it be said? Only the power of the Great Fang Hu! Qianhuan squeezed two words from its teeth: "He Xiao!"

He Xiao had sent the Spider Immortal and his men to help the Illusion Sect dig the Divine Fire array feet earlier, looking exceptionally sincere, and Qianhuan had almost been fooled by him. Now the kid's fox tail was exposed again; he was just hoping for both sides to be injured in the sea of consciousness! It knew He Lingchuan and others had hidden in Miaozhantian's territory, and the sand table couldn't capture their location and actions, so it had to spare some energy in the midst of its busy schedule to instruct Xiao Wencheng to keep a close eye on the sand table; once He Xiao's location appeared on the sand table, he was to capture him immediately!

Xiao Wencheng was very surprised to receive this instruction; after all, Zhu Xiuer and others had just helped them injure a demon immortal, and for their own side to suddenly turn against them, wasn't it too...

So he immediately said: "I will follow the master's orders! I will send the Blood Demon to find him."

Qianhuan encountered a heavy blow from the Shadow Dragon, its belly missing half, and the injury was truly not light; every time it moved, golden dragon blood flowed profusely. On the walls, ground, and broken houses, it sprinkled blood all along the way it ran.

Behind it came Miaozhantian's mockery: "Refreshing, refreshing, this is retribution coming fast!"

Miaozhantian was very happy now; the frustration of being two-on-one by the Shadow Dragon and Jiaotu earlier had been driven away by this scene. He hadn't figured out why the Shadow Dragon suddenly attacked Qianhuan; perhaps this guy touched something it shouldn't have? But, whatever, he was extremely happy.

It was time to let Qianhuan, this villain, taste the pain of being trapped by its own cocoon. "You haven't tortured it little in these sixty years; it must want to return it to you with interest!"

Qianhuan didn't make a sound, urging soul power to repair its body while running toward the Blessing Pond in front of the Lady Mitian Temple.

The Shadow Dragon chased relentlessly, its speed absurdly fast; Jiaotu even had to use the city area terrain to hinder its progress, otherwise it would have been caught up long ago.

Miaozhantian, who was temporarily neglected, didn't stay idle either, sweeping past behind the two.

He knew what Qianhuan wanted to do: exit the sea of consciousness! As the master of this world, why did it have to stay and fight the Shadow Dragon to the death? It would be better to exit, heal its wounds, and then come back to find the two of them.

By then, if the Shadow Dragon had no target, would it come to catch Miaozhantian? Nine out of ten it would.

The Shadow Dragon couldn't get out, but Miaozhantian had a great opportunity! The world in the Mirage Immortal's hand was indistinguishable from true and false; even Miaozhantian couldn't find a second exit here; if he could follow Qianhuan and escape, at least he could avoid the Shadow Dragon's attack.

He was clearly full of divine power and divine arts, yet forced to use only soul power to fight; this feeling was too stifling.

If he could get out a step ahead of Qianhuan, Miaozhantian would have more room to act.

In the blink of an eye, he had calculated the abacus, judged Qianhuan's destination, and rushed toward the Lady Mitian Temple on his own.

The Shadow Dragon didn't chase him, so he didn't need to run in a roundabout way and just walked in a straight line.

And Qianhuan spent a few more breaths of time before rushing to the front of the Lady Mitian Temple.

The Blessing Pond was still rippling, and the broken stone head of the Lady Mitian statue lay on the ground, its cold eyes facing them, as if mocking them both at the same time.

Qianhuan had no time to look at it; rushing over this way, it had several more wounds on its body. Relying on its small size, it entered the small door of the temple's side hall; the tall and solid temple wall could slightly delay the Shadow Dragon's footsteps.

Then it fled to the side of the Blessing Pond and plunged in.

A second before entering the water, it saw a shadow rushing over from the side, also wanting to enter the water.

It was Miaozhantian!

He had arrived a step early and was waiting here, waiting for Qianhuan to open the external passage.

Both sides were one after the other, with a time difference of less than half a breath.

If Qianhuan could get out, even if there were some obstacles in the middle, Miaozhantian could kick it open and get out! He was very confident.

At this time, Qianhuan couldn't care about him, because the Shadow Dragon had already pushed down the temple wall and rushed toward the Blessing Pond.

Then, it hit an iron plate and was bounced back by the water surface.

It didn't hurt, but it didn't get in.

Miaozhantian was no exception.

Qianhuan was shocked and looked down into the pond: the water below was actually locked by a dense chain net, and black smoke was permeating the connection points and mesh, actually leaving no gaps! It didn't give up and hit the water again.

Don't look at the chains as if they had some elasticity, but hitting them felt exactly the same as hitting the South Gate of Panlongcheng; they were all one piece of iron! Qianhuan could even feel that the chains were connected as one, unloading force for each other! If it spent more time and effort to grind slowly, perhaps it could break one or two chains, but wasn't time what it lacked most now? It was a joke of the world; it was actually trapped in its own sea of consciousness! What material was this lock net made of that could stop it?

Miaozhantian on the side said with a voice raised several degrees due to surprise: "You actually can't get out either?!"

Qianhuan rolled to the side with a livid face, dodging the Shadow Dragon's pounce; Jiaotu's golden blood dripped into the pond, and the black shadows below scrambled for it.

Miaozhantian guarded on the side, seeing the Shadow Dragon hit the lock net with a clatter, but it didn't knock a hole in the lock net, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Miaozhantian stood guard on the side. Seeing the Shadow Dragon slam headfirst into the locking net with a chaotic clanging sound, yet failing to punch a hole through it, he could not help but feel a bit disappointed.

There was another detail here: Qianhuan was the master of the sea of consciousness, but not the master of this isolated city in the sea.

Entering the isolated city, one was a guest, an enemy; no one here had privileges, let alone dominance.

The only master here, it seemed, was this rampaging Shadow Dragon! The Shadow Dragon seemed to be dizzy from hitting the lock net and shook its head vigorously. But it didn't hesitate at all, turned its head and locked onto Qianhuan again, continuing to chase relentlessly.

At this moment, He Lingchuan's soul passed through the mirror and returned to his original body; the Haoyuan Golden Mirror also reappeared with the image of Panlong Isolated City.

Everyone saw the latest progress and looked at each other, seeing the incredible in each other's eyes.

"What's the situation?" Wansai Feng murmured, "Qianhuan is, is trapped in its own sea of consciousness and can't get out?"

"No!" Zhu Xiuer's eyes were like torches, "Strictly speaking, Qianhuan is trapped in this isolated city, not its own sea of consciousness."

In Qianhuan's sea of consciousness, Qianhuan was the master; it wouldn't be easy for others to deal with it like this.

It said this while several other eyes were looking at He Lingchuan, and the latter just raised his eyebrows, smiling inscrutably.

Dong Rui worried: "Since neither can get out, will they join hands to slaughter the dragon first?" ===== CHAPTER 1846 =====

Dong Rui worried, "Since neither of them can get out, will they join forces to slaughter the dragon first?"