My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty

At this moment, Luan Xiaoyao didn't pay much attention to their conversation. Now that the Dragon Clan had stopped Fang Yun, she could focus on healing and restoring the undead of the Soul-Reaping Umbrella.

She secretly decided that she must kill Fang Yun to avenge her grievances.

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"Don't try to confuse the matter. I don't know where the dragon you Dragon Clan is looking for is, and I won't go to the East Sea with you!"

While making a move, Fang Yun thought for a moment and added, "But I do know that the dragon and His Highness Tobat Mo seem to have died at the hands of the Tianji Pavilion Consecrator. If the dragon knows some secrets, the only possibility is that the Consecrator has grasped it!"

Stirring up trouble in the east! Gu Lan, who was observing in secret, looked at this troublemaker and thought that even if no one dealt with him later, she would catch up and kill him. You're causing trouble, and you guessed it quite accurately!

Then you will certainly not survive!

The blue-haired dragon woman retreated, not letting Fang Yun grab the Saint Dragon Clock. She coldly smiled, "I will naturally go after that Consecrator, but before that, you can't leave!"

"Damn it! Fang, when are you planning to hold back? You haven't even used your trump cards yet. Do you want all of us to die now!?"

Wu Fan, who was on the side, scolded. He could no longer withstand the attacks from Ms Gui, his body covered in bloodstains. However, this also gradually cleared his mind!

Wu Yuan on the roadside was torn to shreds!

Now what's the point of talking about revenge!

With so many experts here, survival is the most important thing!

"Take me and escape first. This is the Great Jing; they dare not act recklessly in the capital looking for us!"

Wu Fan reminded in a low voice, "You go first. I'll retrieve the Saint Dragon Clock and withdraw!"

Fang Yun, in the midst of battle, took a moment to throw a golden seal toward Wu Fan. It seemed to be of high quality.

Wu Fan was immediately teleported away!

Gu Lan looked at Wu Fan's final angry curse, somewhat blurry in the dim night, but she felt that this guy looked somewhat familiar. It seemed like someone she had seen before...

The blue-haired dragon woman paid no attention to these irrelevant people. Her cold gaze locked onto Fang Yun, and the Saint Dragon Clock in her palm spun and flew towards him. She intended to directly suppress Fang Yun!

"At this point, I can only use that move!"

Fang Yun's heart hardened as he bit his tongue, spraying a mouthful of blood into his palm.

Hmm... self-harm?

Gu Lan was a bit confused watching this, but soon noticed something unusual on Fang Yun's palm. There was a totem of a giant dragon that lit up with the blood patterns!

Seeing this scene, the blue-haired dragon woman's delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed.

At this moment, the Saint Dragon Clock flying towards Fang Yun suddenly stopped in mid-air.

The clock body hummed, and golden light rippled. It seemed to be hesitant, not sure which side's command to follow.

"The spiritual being of the Saint Dragon Clock is an ancient captive dragon... didn't expect it, right? I also have the blood of the ancient Jiao Dragon clan in my body. Although I don't have the power of your bloodline, with this aura, it's enough to regain control of the Saint Dragon Clock!"

Fang Yun's eyes were cold, a smirk forming at the corner of his mouth. The reason he became the Holy Son was because he had fused with a drop of ancient Azure Dragon blood earlier, rapidly enhancing both his cultivation aptitude and bloodline.

Hearing this, Gu Lan in the shadows had a moment of realization. After pondering for a moment, a glint of understanding flashed in her eyes.

"Huh, since he can seize the Saint Dragon Clock like this, can I also..."

Gu Lan thought of the drop of true dragon blood in her body, and a smile appeared on her face. Quietly retreating, she disappeared into the darkness.

Under the moonlight, the blue-haired dragon woman's jade face finally showed a bit of solemnity. However, her tone remained indifferent, "You don't think that with the blood and energy of your human body, you can compete with me for the Saint Dragon Clock, do you?"

Being a member of the Dragon Clan, her affinity with the clock was naturally stronger than Fang Yun's. However, now that Fang Yun was burning his essence blood, the instantaneous burst of energy made her fair face slightly pale.

"Let's give it a try then!"

Fang Yun grinned through gritted teeth. Since he had already used this method of burning his essence blood to stimulate the Dragon Vein, there was no turning back! At the earliest, he needed to retrieve the Saint Dragon Clock before leaving this place.

Under the combined energy vortex of the two, the Saint Dragon Clock emitted buzzing sounds. The situation was at a stalemate, but it was subtly moving in Fang Yun's direction.

Not good... The blue-haired dragon woman frowned slightly. At this rate, the Saint Dragon Clock would undoubtedly be taken away again. Her cultivation as an Immortal was greatly discounted on the mainland. She might even be unable to keep Fang Yun, the person.

"Hey! Do you need help?"

Luan Xiaoyao's voice suddenly rang out.

This caught Fang Yun's attention! Glancing over, Luan Xiaoyao had almost recovered, and her Soul-Reaping Umbrella released countless wailing spirits into the air.

The blue-haired dragon woman glanced at her and nodded slightly.

Luan Xiaoyao didn't waste any words. The strange patterns on the Soul-Reaping Umbrella instantly surged with blood-red color, and the resentful spirits flew towards Fang Yun like a tidal wave.

"Damn it!"

Fang Yun had to free up another hand to defend against this. The pressure on the dragon woman was significantly reduced, and the Saint Dragon Clock moved toward her again.

"No! The treasures of our Holy Land must not be lost. Otherwise, even if I become the Lord of the Holy Land in the future, what use would it be!"

Fang Yun's eyes were bloodshot. The blood and energy in his body reached their peak at this moment.

The power he exerted made the two women on the opposite side involuntarily tighten their hearts.

"Are you out of your mind? Hey, Little Dragon Maiden, let's give him back the clock. He's fighting for his life!" Luan Xiaoyao scolded with a tender voice. "Is this clock your father? Burning your essence blood like this, won't you end up crippled?"

"Hehe... As long as I can go back, the Patriarch will naturally rebuild my meridians and infuse blood essence. You better think about yourselves!"

Fang Yun hated them to the core. He had come to help, expecting an easy task. However, step by step, the enemies pushed him into a desperate situation, even wanting to snatch away the Saint Dragon Clock, the sect's most precious treasure.

"It's all your fault!" Fang Yun shouted angrily, veins popping on his forehead. The patterns on the distant Saint Dragon Clock were filled with a black aura, showing signs of being corrupted.

At the same time, the Little Dragon Maiden's lips had a trace of blood. Her sapphire-like eyes, filled with unwillingness, watched as the Saint Dragon Clock returned to Fang Yun's hands.

The latter's face was ecstatic as he grasped a teleportation talisman.

"I'm still too weak on the mainland, unexpectedly injured by a mere Imperial Realm... It's quite embarrassing," she self-mockingly smiled.

Watching the person who might know her aunt's whereabouts about to escape right before her eyes...

And at this moment, a voice descended from the sky. "Within a radius of ten miles, humans are not allowed to teleport!"

As the voice echoed, the experts present clearly felt the space around them becoming stagnant. Fang Yun quickly used the teleportation talisman, only to find in horror that the talisman burned out, and he remained in place.

"It's over!" Fang Yun's heart trembled. An overwhelming sense of panic spread within him, making even a dignified Holy Son struggle to control the trembling.

"This is... the Dao of Confucianism's Utterance Manifests Reality?" The blue-haired dragon woman looked stunned and muttered.

Among the myriad paths in the world, the Dao of Confucianism was known for its peculiar strength, and the technique Utterance Manifests Reality was particularly infamous.

Following her words, a tall figure appeared on the rooftop from a high place, standing under the moonlight with a black cloth covering his face, dressed seemingly in ordinary attire of the Great Jing commoners.

However, at this moment, a terrifying vortex of energy formed in his hand, instantly taking away the Saint Dragon Clock from Fang Yun.