"Anyone will die, this **** will never! Don't think that I don't know what he is doing, he has already left a good way for himself!" Long Tian sneered, "You Tianlong ancestors are impossible. Living for sixty is the old thing that nourishes itself with the life of others, and waits until the time comes out."

For the cultivator, long live longevity is not impossible, but it needs to be cultivated to the extreme, and there are other ways to renew for yourself...

"Well, he doesn't come out?" Long Tian's mouth sneered even more. "Then I will overturn this dragon, I see if he is willing to come out."

Roar!

A dragon screamed from the mouth of Long Tian. Except for Wen Yunfeng, who was protected by him, everyone else felt the uncomfortable heart compression, and it seemed that it would be broken in the next moment.

His snoring, like a spray, sparked a ripple in the air, which can be described as earth-shattering.

Wu Hao clutched his heart tightly, and his old face was white. He didn't know what the dragon was doing, but he had already passed away for many years. How could he still be alive?

Just when Wu Hao was laughing in the heart, the direction of Tianlong Zonghoushan, a wolverine figure floated up, his face was panicked, and his skinny body like a monkey came very quickly toward the second side.

After half a ring, the man’s appearance fell into the eyes of everyone...

It was a thin man. He couldn't see his age from his face, maybe because he hadn't seen the sun for a long time. His face was pale and bloodless. He slammed his robes and barely covered his body. important part.

When the man appeared, the whole Tianlong Zong was silent, everyone was wide-eyed, and some people even excitedly called.

From the time when Mo Fei was able to tamper with the history of Tianlongzong, he could understand that this person must love vanity. Therefore, for centuries, the first thing that Tianlongzong disciple begins in the morning is to worship his portrait.

As a result, his image has long been engraved in the minds of all the disciples of Tianlongzong.

But...

The man on the portrait is high, and in front of him is a dragon, receiving the pilgrimage of everyone.

Too much inconsistent with this image...

If it weren't for the familiar face, no one would associate the man in front of him with the first master of the Tianlongzong.

"Mo... is it away from the adults?" Wu Hao stared at the man who came out of nowhere.

No matter how she thought, she did not expect to be alive.

The cold and clear clothes that were placed in the flame also forgot the shouting, and a pair of sluggish scorpions stared at the detachment, and the shock in the heart could not be described by words.

Moreover, because of the appearance of Mo Fei, for a time, she also looked at her current situation...

It’s a pity that Mo Yan’s eyes couldn’t hold on to other people. He looked at the handsome man standing in front of him, and his body shivered: “Dragon... Long Tian, ​​are you still alive?”

The life of the Wicked Beast is longer than that of a person, but there will be a day that will pass away.

Unless he continues to break through, he can improve his life, but Long Tian can still stand here with his face hundreds of years ago. From this, he knows that his strength... has broken through to the point that makes him daunting.

"You haven't died yet, how can I die?" Long Tian sneered. "Why, if I am dead, how can I know that you are behind me?"