"What nonsense are you talking about?! Justice, fantasy, and spiritual ruins, these are all dragon gods with special talents, admired by Wanlong."

"On the one hand, you knocked them down from the altar and thought it was their fault. How can we believe this?"

"In the end, this may also be your sophistry. The holy dragon with a little experience knows that you have fallen into the abyss. If you approach the Dragon Court again with another purpose, the plan will be huge, unless you show strong evidence. Otherwise, there will be no convincing!"

The Celestial Eclipse Huanglong, who was pressed to the ground, finally found a chance to speak.

Although it is imprisoned, it has an aggressive mouth and shows no sign of mercy or trust.

Long Wuji looked at it coldly from a distance.

Not far away, a half-rotten terrifying corpse snake coiled over a body of more than 800 meters. The black blood flowed down and poured on the ground, making a corrosive sound.

Its killing intent is as heavy as a mountain, and it was created from nothing, all concentrated on the body of the sky eclipse Huanglong.

There is another fang-like ghost with sandy-yellow flames on its head, burning like a candle, wrapped around the heads of beasts in the shape of cattle, sheep, dogs, and pigs, carrying a pair of wings riddled with holes, and a forehead. One eye, the other eye on the chin, locked on the eclipse Huanglong at the same time, and the broken halberd in his hand was raised high, ready to fight at any time.

Long Zijian cracked open the mouth of the bones and smiled silently.

Then, with the force of the claws, the eclipse Huanglong, which was just stuck in the pit on the ground, was pressed down again, and the depth was nearly 100 meters deep.

"This deity won't tell the truth, but can you prove it yourself, what does it have to do with you?"

"Tens of thousands of years have passed, and you are still in the middle stage of the ancestor body. Compared with your brother, you are not even a star and a half. In fact, you have a few pounds and a few taels among the dragon gods. How much right to speak, do you have no points in your heart? Maybe you If you can represent Longting, maybe you have some great achievements, but you can never make decisions on behalf of Longting in your life. Do you still need me to teach you this kind of simple truth?"

"You..." seems to have touched the pain point of the eclipse Huanglong, its complexion changed dramatically, the dragon's whiskers swayed rapidly, anger and shame were fighting back and forth, and there was no way to tell the winner.

"Little goblin, look it up, since the deity wakes up and the pure spirituality is released, then the notoriety of the **** of death will be destroyed by me personally."

"Dragon of Serious Sin? What a joke, the deity is not good at rejoicing in meritorious deeds, but this does not mean that the vein of death is weak. In terms of actual merits, deity thinks that it is second only to the first-generation Ancestral Dragons, the youngest son Ryuye, the followers of the God of Death and their vassals. I can only wear glory and shine under the gaze, the sufferings of the past, the heroes who died, I will settle this account bit by bit."

When Long Zijian speaks alone, the sound of heaven and earth is lost, and all things are silent.

In the midst of the gray fog, the corpse mermaid, the great lich, the crypt sacrifice, the shadowless dragon, the human head lantern, the abyss bone dragon, the ghost-catcher Rakshasa, the knight of evil thoughts, the seven-eyed holy corpse... these legendary undeads who once surrendered to the **** of death creature, reappears.

Although it doesn't look like the main body, it looks like a remnant spirit, ghost, and temporary flesh and blood, but the huge central dragon temple, under the ghostly coldness, is actually stuffed full, and many holy dragons can't move an inch.

Coupled with the five most powerful spears, after the voice of Long Zijian fell, they roared and screamed in unison, intertwined with divine power, and the death energy spread. .

Outside, a group of monarch-body dragon kings and dragon cavalrymen all over the mountains and plains are all around, like a gust of wind swept through a wheat field, one by one overturned to the ground.

They don't know what's going on.

But ever since the Ancestral Dragon was noticed, the fear in his heart has soared, one wave is higher than the other, and it has never stopped.

At the source of the turmoil, Long Zijian hung down his soul light and stared silently at the bright red fetus for a while.

After about ten breaths, the golden soul fire was beating, a kind of publicity, a kind of fighting will to the sky, a kind of hidden anger, like a mythical mountain rising from the ground, shaking the wall. , ups and downs in the void.

"Little goblin, for the sake of saving Long Wuji, I'll leave you with a clone."

"As for the two of you..." Long Zijian pressed the bone claw, "annihilate, there is no need to exist."

The fairy dragon opened his mouth, trying to stop it.

The value of a clone is far more than projection, it needs the power of the source, and it also needs the blessing of mythical treasures.

More importantly, the death of the clone will form a backlash for the main body. For a period of time, the combat power of the eclipse and the winter will inevitably decline. This is an unfavorable factor for the battlefield outside the gate, and there will be a negative causal relationship. .

But before the fairy dragon could stop it, the two dragon gods were already crushed, and the crystal powder rustled, beautiful and dreary.

This scene fell in the eyes of the remnants of the dead bloodline such as the Desperate Black Dragon and the Blazing Spirit Dragon, and naturally the heart of the dragon was very fast.

The benevolent sees it as benevolence, and the wise sees it as wisdom.

Even if the honor admits that it did not defect, but was framed, the two sides are in different positions.

But over the years, the Death Vessel was abandoned by Longting and suffered too much damage.

The various encounters, the memories that are hard to remember, are all pains forged with blood and soul. It is impossible to understand and recognize each other from the perspective of a sage.

Thinking of this, the fairy dragon sighed and remained silent.

Long Zijian glanced at her, stretched out his hand and called, the Ancestral Dragon chariot hovering on the side glowed with light, the wheels of the chariot creaked, UU read www.uukanshu. com actually started to scroll.

"Where is the Zulong Ship? Take me to see the first generation."

With just a few words, Long Wuji and the Dragon Bee Queen, Xuanyuan Hou, An Suyi, and the others, whose eyes were bright and sluggish for a long time, twitched their cheeks, as if in a dream.

"You are not the body, just a wisp of imprint. Can you support the big shift in space and reach the other end of the gate?"

"It's okay." Long Zijian didn't take it seriously, and flutteringly, he spit out Shi Po's shocking words:

"The deity is dead. This mark is my last body of consciousness. In order to wash away the so-called shame, in order to correct my name, and at the same time to return the truth of the dragon race, I will do whatever it takes."

"I don't know how many dragon gods have followed this chariot to fight in the Eight Wastelands. It can be called the best use of it. It's time for it to retire and go to the Antiquities Museum to care for its years."

Saying that, the giant-like chariot burned out of thin air, and the white flames pierced through the void, blasting open a special passage.

At the end of the passage, there is a door of light with a pattern of double dragons holding the sun branded on it, which looks miraculous.