Candle Dragon to the left

Chapter 322
Imperial Capital, Houtu.

Everyone in the conference room held their breath, and the entire large room was filled with deathly silence.

At the end of the long table, the picture is changing, showing the battlefield taking place in the offshore at this moment.

The surging bloody river on the earth was interrupted and dried up in the ruins.The matrix in the center of the tower lost its light, and the black tide slapped the city again and again, and the top of the tower of the steel city that fell in the first place could still be observed in the tide.Da Zhiyi lay there, letting the tide flow through his hair, he didn't want to move at all.Half of the mouth and nose are buried under the tide and blowing bubbles.

With the disappearance of the silver sword light, the seawater spreading outwards flowed again, trying to submerge the fragmented city again.

Jincheng.

The defense line of the imperial capital, where the Dujin Pagoda is located, is also the battlefield between the ancestors and the king.

They created a destructive power, evaporating the sea water that had already submerged Jincheng time and time again, almost causing the entire land to disappear on the map and become a part of the ocean.These creatures walked from the earth to the depths of the East Sea, and then returned to the land with the power of thunder, leveling the mountains.There are fine and numerous white crystals covering the once glorious city, like a snowfall.But that's not snow, that's salt.

The pure white of the dream flooded the city, and disappeared in the next moment.The strong wind was wrapped in flames, whistling, and rolled up the salt in this place, and the salt grains were annihilated in the golden flames rising from the flowing clouds, and gods were cast in the fire.

A more terrifying power came.

The returning tide completely shattered, and even the clouds covering the true face of the statue of the ancestor god in the high sky were torn apart.

The golden tree grew according to his will, and its branches spread here, reaching the top of Zu's head.In the picture, the statue raises its head and looks at it, as if curious about the existence of such a tree on this land.The eight kings from the depths of the Taihang Mountains bowed to pay homage, retreated slowly, and disappeared into the golden light of the ancient trees.From the moment he arrived, the eight kings knew that they only needed to do the work of their subjects at this moment.

The king himself will bring victory.

The people who witnessed this scene held their breath.

Because on the opposite side of the Rakshasa statue, the golden armored giant slowly got up and stood with his sword hanging!It swings the sword, the sword light is more dazzling than the previous silver, and the golden light engulfs everything, including the statue of the ancestor standing in the distance!The violent impact spread in all directions, setting off a tsunami thousands of meters high, and even the conference room deep in the back soil could clearly feel the vibration.After the shaking passed, people looked up and found that the picture at the end of the long table had gone out.

After all, they couldn't witness the killing of creatures at this level with their own eyes. The observation point was able to capture so much content, probably because the two sides didn't care about it.But now, the two really collided, and the aftermath of the explosion destroyed everything.

Silent, still silent.

People were silent, and the shock in the depths of their souls has not subsided.

"Is there a chance?" Finally, someone broke the silence.

Accompanied by this question, people turned their attention to one location.

Zhao Xingzhou, the founder of Houtu, is also a personal experiencer of the Tai Action chaos before the rise of the era. He even faced the existence in the picture and witnessed the transformation of a great life.

No matter how many references they made, no amount of deduction and calculations might not be able to match Zhao Xingzhou's own cognition of that existence.

Zhao Xingzhou was deep in thought, holding his chin up with both hands.

After a long time, he responded to everyone——

"No."

"Impossible, isn't the situation slowly improving? Even without the help of the altar, the altar is an uncontrollable self-destruction. No one can predict what kind of changes will occur if it continues, maybe the entire Yan Kingdom It will all be destroyed in the hands of the ancestors. If the situation had not deteriorated to this extent, we would not have activated the altar at all." In an extremely depressing atmosphere, someone stood up to refute.

"So, how far is the current gap between Taihang Lord and Zu?" Another voice said, "We can build Houtu again. Wasn't Houtu a huge weapon at the beginning of its construction? Arranged according to the ancient seal script, referring to the stars Walking along the trajectory of the movement, detonating it is enough to reproduce the blow of falling stars!"

With the proposal, these already gifted people began to think about how to alleviate the situation.

Time cannot allow them to do too much waste.

So all of a sudden, the entire meeting room was filled with boiling discussions. One by one, destructive plans were brought up, referred to, some were rejected, some were included, and abruptly, a chuckle sounded in the discussion.They froze for a moment, and looked in the direction of the laughter. It was Zhao Xingzhou, who was leaning on his back in a relaxed manner, without any sense of tension about the approaching crisis.

"You misunderstood me." He spread his hands.

"By 'no,' I mean ... Zu didn't stand a chance."

Zhao Xingzhou pointed to himself, "I was once given the blood of the Lord of Taihang, even though time has passed for a long time, that drop of blood is still burning in my body. I can feel that he is stronger than ever before!"

The man stood up slowly, his eyes were a little dazed, "Just like the scene I saw in the past, the ruined body attracted a new life, bearing the crown."

"This is...another transformation!" He trembled.

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In the depths of the East China Sea, the two god statues disappeared.The fight between them evaporated the ocean and vacated the endless land.Unknown grains covered the ground, dripping with blood.

Dao Quan Yungu stood on this white desert, the palm of the hand holding the fan was continuously flowing with blood.Li Xi'an stood not far away, the undulating height of the seabed made him just able to look down on this burly man holding a cloud fan.His condition is also not optimistic. When he climbed the cross bridge where Yuchai Shunde appeared, most of his serious injuries healed, his empty aura was crazily replenished, and the ice-jade Changshengchai nourished his soul.Many reasons allowed him to stand here and fight again.

But only this one.

Fortunately, the remaining power of the ancestors is not much. There are too many cards on this battlefield, the silver Great Wall, the matrix, the chaos of the big barbarians, and the Qihai Lord who should have fallen to Longyuan, his old tree And the Eight Kings of Taihang.In the end, the decisive force was also something he did not expect. The imperial capital released the bamboo basket to gather souls.Ancestors and ancestors, too many shattered.

Of course he will win.

He has no reason to lose.

After he stepped out of Tianshan Mountain, every breath of his seemed to be able to resonate with the aura tide of heaven and earth, and every thought of his could induce endless changes.

Stepping out of the blockade of the imperial realm and stepping up the stairs.

As he fought, it seemed as if the whole world was helping him.The aura comes naturally, and you don't even need to exhaust your mental energy to ingest it, it will naturally fill your body.Li Xi'an didn't know what this state should be called, but he had never felt such a powerful body.He stood on the sea of ​​white sand, red fine scales covered his arms, and the wounds torn by the collision healed instantly.The corners of the dragon's branches appeared between the foreheads, a few strands of hair parted, and the long tail swung behind him. The tip of the fin-like tail in the past was flame-like, as fine as a mane.

Daoquan Yungu's expression looked like he had seen a ghost.

He pointed at Li Xi'an, but couldn't say a word for a long time.

"You, you, you!"

"Pure Yang Sword?"

Looking at Li Xi'an's head again, he pointed again, "This, this, this, this!"

"Shunde hairpin?"

Daoquan Yungu sighed heavily, "Should I give you the fan too?"

Li Xi'an didn't know what to say, so he nodded.

Unexpectedly, the other party was angry, and hid the cloud fan like a treasure, and said: "No, how can this be done! This is just a sightseeing, who knows that there are monsters like you! My bone statue is covered by all of you!" After a few rounds are exhausted, you juniors really don't talk about martial arts!"

"Stop beating, stop beating." Dao Quan Yungu waved his hand, "Fuck you, that bastard Chun Yang left the Chun Yang sword behind. And I don't have any spiritual energy left in my body now, only that source, Enough for what? It’s too little to fart.”

He sat casually on the sandy ground, looked at Li Xi'an, and stroked his stubble-covered chin.

"I just didn't expect another windfall."

"Boy, you are transforming."

"Transformation into a dragon under the bloody battle is really worthy of the dragon's practice." Daoquan Yungu laughed, "The common sense understood by the world, such as the realm of catastrophe on our way of cultivation, in this process, the souls of those who survive the catastrophe are very Fragile, usually need a fully trusted companion protector. But as far as I know, the ten types are different, especially the scales, they are still unparalleled and powerful under transformation."

"During the fight, shed the old scales, bleed clean and mottled blood, and finally step on the enemy's bones and roar to prove the name of the ten classes!"

"Using a bone statue to witness the transformation of ten categories, I may have earned it, as long as the fan is still there."

Dragon...?

Li Xi'an lowered his head and looked at his arms.

The red scales were covered and scattered, round and dense, and looked the same as before, but he knew that the scales at this time were much stronger than before, enough to withstand the fight between the ancestors without damage.

"It really looks like it." Suddenly, Daoquan Yungu said.

"what?"

"Do you know that you are very similar to an old friend of mine, and you have already met him." Daoquan Yungu narrowed his eyes and looked at Li Xi'an.Above the East China Sea, the night was deep, but the white sand they created shimmered, so there was light rising and brewing where Li Xi'an stood, illuminating the three long swords planted beside him.

One gold, one red and one green.

The blue handle is the Chunyang sword he is familiar with.Dao Quan Yungu couldn't recognize the other two swords, but he knew they were terrifyingly sharp. His idol collided with these two swords, and as a result, his idol was cut open.

The same is true for Three Swords and Chunyang Fuyou.

"Chun Yang left this sword behind. This is his approval and oath. He thinks that you are enough to be his enemy. One day he will personally come to retrieve this Chun Yang sword. You and him will have life and death in the future." One battle. I don’t know if you know that one of Chunyang Fuyou’s swords was a gift from his enemies in the past. Yang failed, and left a sword for you."

Daoquan Yungu laughed and said, "He will never hope that you will kill him."

"Okay, let's stop here." He put away his smile.

Once Daoquan Yungu, a burly man like a mountain, restrained his expression, there would be a terrible pressure, solemn and dead.His eyes fell on Li Xi'an, and he stretched out his hand, and in his hand was his cloud fan.

"Offer a small gift for the transformation of the ten categories, and I will never give up."

Only then did Li Xi'an notice that most of Dao Quan Yungu's body under his robe had disappeared, leaving behind a stiff doll-like body.

He squatted down, his joints creaking, and the burly man squatted down to the height of an adult.The broken bone seemed to be placed in the sand by him, and buried like a child burying a toy on the beach.

But suddenly, Dao Quan Yungu's hand holding the sand stopped.

He frowned and growled, "You are so brave!"

Li Xi'an was taken aback.

A pitch-black spear pierced Dao Quan Yungu's body.

The pitch-black spear is covered with sharp bone spurs, and the spear body extends to the rear, extending, extending, like a black Great Wall stretching across the sand!Breathing up and down, rolling up the white sand, that huge monster is entrenched in the sky, its size is huge enough to cover the entire sky!
Dao Quan Yungu held down the cloud fan and raised his hand. An illusory giant figure appeared behind him, but it was too late to appear. The bone spur pushed him deep into the sand. The abyss of the vast sea is filled with the breath from the crack.This drained away the last sliver of strength from Dao Quan Yungu's body, and when the colossal creature lifted its tailbone, it was just a godless shell hanging on it.

The dark green fire lights up the sky, its snake-like neck hangs down, and its broken scales open and close, playing an iron movement.

It looked at it, and finally swallowed the body in one gulp.

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