The second generation of the most powerful saint in history

Chapter 627 "Dragon Clan Hell"

"Aww~" There were bursts of shrill dragon chant, Dao Xun slightly stopped in his tracks, although there was still a dense jungle in front of him, he almost already knew what it was like to be behind this jungle.

Dao Xun's expression was a bit grim, and so was Patriarch Mu Yang, he said with trembling lips, "Listen to this voice, it's from the Dragon Clan, I'm afraid there are more than a dozen of them, it can't be that guy from the False Dragon God"

"Who else is it?" Dao Xun's voice was cold, like a cold wind blowing.

"He's also from the Dragon Clan, how could that be?" Patriarch Mu Yang sighed, as if he didn't want to believe it, and murmured.

He could accept that the pseudo-dragon god used the Longtu tribe to harm other tribes in the barbaric world, and even the Dragontu tribe itself, but he couldn't accept that the pseudo-dragon god was so cruel to his own people.

"Phew!" Dao Xun let out a long breath, calmed down his emotions, and said with a sneer: "Is there anything impossible, just like there will be demons among human beings who will kill other human beings. Among them, there are naturally such scumbags who don't care about race."

"There are five dragon blood corpses guarding the front, I can't protect you if you go, just wait for me here!" Immediately, Dao Xun said to Patriarch Mu Yang, and then flew towards the direction where the sound of dragon chant came from. go away.

"Are you sure you can deal with the dragon blood corpse of the saint?" Patriarch Mu Yang worried. He naturally knew that with his cultivation level, he would hinder Daoxun if he went together, but even if Daoxun went alone, he would not Don't worry, it's a dragon blood corpse with at least a saint.

"Otherwise, let's not go now, and come back when we are strong enough." Although it would be disgraceful to retreat before the battle, but if there is no firewood left in the green hills, it is better to be rational, Mu Yang patriarch suggested.

"I can't die!" Dao searched back, but he had already rushed out, and his figure disappeared into the dense forest.

"White dragon, cloud dragon, sea dragon, golden dragon. There are even golden dragons!" In front of Dao Xun's eyes, dozens of huge dragons were pierced by thick chains and firmly fixed to the ground. In front of him, there was a pool of blood, and the huge wound on the dragon's body continuously dripped blood, which was drawn into the pool.

Some dragons struggled and screamed, but they saw runes flashing on the chains, and the powerful dragons couldn't break free at all, and only let out louder screams.

Some dragons may have already gotten used to it, or they may have been too weak because of too much blood, and they lie on the ground calmly with drooping eyelids. There was no light, even the breeze blew past, and a stench came into Dao Xun's nose.

The dragons have huge bodies, the light ones are several feet, the heavy ones are hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of feet. Most of the dragons in front of us have grown up, but their strength is not too high. In terms of territory, Dao Xun also looked very small in front of these dragons.

For the time being, it has not been discovered by the people who guard these dragons. With the dragon's body blocking it, the place seems to be divided into countless alleys, and the terrain is relatively complicated. Dao Xun can easily hide in front of these practitioners who can't even use their spiritual sense.

And for Dao Xun, who has a powerful soul, the entire region is in his mind when his consciousness is released, and the location of the five dragon blood corpses is no exception.

In addition to the five dragon blood corpses, there are some human cultivators busy between these dragon bodies, some are looking after the corpses in the blood pool, some transported some things from somewhere, put them into the dragon blood pool, and Some held sharp swords and enlarged the scars on the dragon so that more dragon blood could be guided and flow into the dragon blood pool in front of the dragon.

The wails of the Dragon Clan reached Dao Xun's ears, and awakened him who was shocked by the scene, sighed secretly, this is really the hell of the Dragon Clan.

He also noticed the two people who just came to Longxinyuan to take away the corpses. They threw the corpses into several different dragon blood pools. Getting used to this process, he let the other practitioners who came over take over the work of refining dragon blood corpses, while he left.

Dao Xun was not in the mood to care what they were doing, his figure flashed, and he had already arrived in front of a white dragon on the edge.

This white dragon only has the cultivation base of the peak God of War. At this time, he is drooping his head and lying on the ground quietly. It seems that he is used to such a scene of hell, and he also knows that besides attracting ridicule from those human cultivators, the white dragon There was no effect at all, it was as quiet as death.

Dao Xun looked at the dragon's blood that continued to flow like a small river on its body, and felt his weak life characteristics. He knew that this dragon was not dead yet, but if it went on like this, it would not be far from death.

Scanning again with his divine sense, there is no dragon ball in the body of this white dragon, which seems unbelievable to an adult dragon. Basically, all dragons will give birth to their own dragon balls when they are adults, which is their source of strength. Dragons who don't know how to practice will also give birth to dragon balls as they grow older.

There is only one reason why adult dragons do not have dragon balls, and they were taken away by others.

It is estimated that taking away the dragon balls is also the way for the pseudo-dragon gods to control these dragons. Dragons without dragon balls are not even considered real dragons. Their strength has been weakened by more than four-fifths. With continuous bloodletting, no matter how noble the bloodline of the Dragon Clan is, it is impossible to escape from here.

"Human, you seem to be new here." When Dao Xun was feeling emotional, he saw that the white dragon had opened his eyes, turned his huge head, and stared at himself.

Bai Long's tone was too calm, as if he was drinking tea and chatting with an old friend instead of suffering from this endless torment.

"Do you want to leave?" Daoxun unexpectedly asked Bailong like this.

After asking, he felt a little regretful. In this kind of place, how could it not want to leave, unless it was a masochist.

It's just that Bailong's tone was too flat, which caused such doubts in Dao Xun's letter, and he couldn't help asking.

Bai Long didn't answer, but looked at Dao Xun fixedly, with some faint inquiry and doubts in his eyes, Dao Xun felt a little uncomfortable, and then said: "You are not theirs."

"Uh, hehe, you're right! Anyway, you're a Dragon Clan, I didn't expect to fall into this kind of situation, don't worry, I'll save you guys from leaving!" Dao Xun said while turning his head around and patting his chest.

"Oh? It's been 700 years, and it's the first time I've heard that someone wants to save me!" Bai Long paused, then laughed dully, but had to let out a few suppressed howls of pain.

Thanks to the constant roars of other dragon clans in this place, the huge dragon chant suppressed the white dragon's voice, so no one noticed that this white dragon that was about to be "eliminated" was actually in the Talk to an outsider.

(End of this chapter)