Copy of the reckless man: I can see the status bar

[Name: True Dragon Blood Tears]

[Type: Strange Object]

[Introduction: Only a true dragon that has condensed its divinity can use its own true spirit to transform into soul blood and tears before death. These are not real tears, but they are the last gift of the true dragon clan when their lamps and oils run out. It is a rare treasure in the world]

[The blood and tears of a true dragon contain powerful effects that can change a person's life. But what exactly is it? Every drop of true dragon blood and tears is different, and only the person who is truly entrusted by the true dragon can know it]

[After taking it, your body will not change, but you will definitely get some real dragon characteristics that are beneficial to you]

"Looks like he's quite the protagonist of an internet novel." Lu Wenwu shrugged habitually.

He probably can't get rid of this problem, just like Lucky Brother Xiao Huohuo always likes to touch his nose while smiling bitterly.

Seeing that Maomao and his teammates had gradually recovered, but the little dragons of the Shenlong tribe were still on alert, Lu Wenwu directly took out the drop of true dragon blood and tears and drank it in one gulp.

He just wanted to use the Devouring Heaven and Earth to refine it.

But the moment the True Dragon Blood Tears entered the entrance, they turned into an invisible force and blended directly into his bloodline, making it tainted with an aura similar to that of the True Dragon Bloodline.

Before Lu Wenwu could fully appreciate it, the wings of the Dark Yin Dragon behind him actually opened on their own, stretching to the extreme with just one stroke.

His heart was beating like a war drum at this moment, roaring like thunder.

The blood all over the body was running rapidly at this moment, and the body of the Forged God was resonating with the blood and tears of the real dragon that had been swallowed previously in a very strange way.

Lu Wenwu was extremely surprised to find that his epic-level Sky Wings had disappeared without a trace.

And the wings of the Ming Yin Dragon behind it actually have their own blood flowing in them!

I have an extra pair of dragon wings?

Real dragon wings?

Lu Wenwu looked at his personal panel.

Sure enough, the skill [Dragon Wings] disappeared without a trace along with the equipment [Wings of the Sky].

With the combination of the body of the Forged God and the blood and tears of the real dragon, they were completely refined into a part of Lu Wenwu's body!

He waved his wings subconsciously, as freely as he swung his arms.

Using the virtue-conquering body-refining technique to transport energy and blood, dragon scales of blood and energy appeared on the surface of the body piece by piece.

Those are no longer false lines, but pieces of red-gold dragon scales that are completely condensed by the power of blood!

With the awe-inspiring aura of the sun's fire, and the evil awe of the devil's fire.

Lu Wenwu did not use Abyss Descend, but still transformed into the form of a humanoid tyrannosaurus.

Dragon scales, dragon tail, dragon wings, dragon horns.

Except that Lu Wenwu himself controlled not to release the dragon claws, he looked more like a member of the Shenlong tribe than a member of the Shenlong tribe.

As long as he wants to, he can even transform into a real divine dragon in a short period of time and fly around the nine heavens, changing the sky, changing the sun, and moving clouds and rain.

A pure dragon power spread and enveloped the entire place in an instant.

That is the pressure of the ancient true dragon, the aura of the true dragon clan!

The clan leader Long Wensheng's fierce eyes instantly became dull.

He stared blankly at Lu Wenwu at the top of the altar, unable to regain his consciousness for a long time.

High Priest Long Yuanhai's frown also relaxed.

Those already somewhat hazy and turbid eyes were so sharp at this moment, as if they wanted to carve that tall figure into their own bones!

At this moment, the Shenlong clan, who had been on guard, were instantly stunned.

Everyone was stunned.

After the pure dragon's power erupted, everyone present, regardless of men, women and children, felt the throbbing originating from the source of their blood.

They could clearly feel their blood resonating, the power inside their bodies boiling, their bodies trembling with excitement, and their souls involuntarily having the urge to surrender!

Even those cultivations that have been stuck at a certain stage for many years, those bottlenecks that are difficult to break through, are all about to break through under the stimulation of this aura!

This is a situation that only occurs when the Dragon Balls of the past shine!

Within the Shenlong Clan, all the clan elders and priests over 200 years old suddenly changed their expressions.

Their eyes kept shaking, and their faces and mouths began to tremble involuntarily.

Such power!

This strange yet familiar smell!

Two words appeared in their hearts at the same time - Dragon Ancestor!

The Dragon Ancestor has arrived!

The person in front of me is the Dragon Ancestor whom the entire Shenlong Tribe has worshiped for thousands of years!

That is the connection and vibration of the origin of the bloodline of the entire tribe after being transformed by the Dragon Ball for thousands of years.

Can’t go wrong!

Ten thousand years have passed, and one of the most powerful and greatest gods in the world, once the master of the sea in the old era, has arrived today!

He will surely make the Shenlong Tribe, which has gradually declined, regain its glory!

Including the father and son Long Yuanhai and Long Wensheng, the entire Shenlong tribe fell to the ground and kowtowed towards the towering altar that had revealed a blue halo.

"Dragon Ancestor!"

"Dragon Ancestor!"

"Dragon Ancestor!"

After the mountain shouted three times, the deafening and neat prayers were as neat and uniform as if they had been rehearsed thousands of times.

Lu Wenwu, who was still immersed in the effects of the real dragon's blood and tears, immediately withdrew from that mysterious state.

Great, now it's his turn to look confused with his teammates.

Listening to the prayers passed down from ancient times, and feeling the most sincere respect and belief in the Dragon Ancestor from the Shenlong Tribe since its birth, Lu Wenwu no longer knew what adjectives to use to describe himself other than "What the hell!?" The mood now.

no? ? ?

Have I become the old dragon king? ? ?

He actually wanted to stand up and shout loudly: "You have recognized the wrong person and the wrong dragon! I am not the old Dragon King you believe in!"

But looking at the group of pious and fanatical primitive people below, Lu Wenwu was embarrassed to say it.

It's better to have a private chat later with two sensible people who can take care of things.

At this moment, the teammates gradually recovered.

Although he was in a weak state after the war, he was at least a level A player. One or two minutes was enough.

"Uh, Brother Tyrannosaurus, what's going on now?" Xu Changjiang asked, looking down and rubbing his head. "Have we met a copy of the indigenous cannibals? Or are they the Aztecs who are ready to give us a blood sacrifice?"

Under normal circumstances, the system will translate common indigenous languages ​​​​in the copy.

So the remaining few people can now understand what the dragon tribesmen wearing animal skins below are shouting.

After all, he is worshiping something.

Except for freaks like Lu Wenwu, A-level players are experienced in many battles, and most of them have seen similar primitive religious scenes.

Even a casual guesser can think of some.

"No."

Lu Wenwu shook his head in embarrassment.

"They seem to regard me as a god they have worshiped for many years, the old dragon king we killed in the Dragon Palace."

"What the hell? If what we did before is exposed, wouldn't it be the end of the world?" The pretentious little AC cow started to doubt life while hugging her own cat and dog.

The big crow threw the water stains on its body in disgust, and screamed strangely: "It's a disaster! It's a disaster!"

"No, brothers, give me some ideas!" Lu Wenwu hugged Maomao, feeling a little bad now, "How do we get along with these natives? In what capacity? You can't pretend to be a magic stick!"

"Ahem, to be precise, I'm not pretending to be a magic stick." Xu Changjiang said with a deep look on his face, "I'm pretending to be a god."

"Then I can't do it anymore!" Lu Wenwu managed to avoid punching him directly in the heart, "You asked me to kill people, how could I act like this? You can't even stand and talk without your back hurting, right?"

The pretentious AC little cow pondered for a moment, then tentatively said: "Brother Tyrannosaurus, just say boldly that you are the old Dragon King from ten thousand years ago. Due to the self-sealing, your strength has declined, and there is a batch of treasures buried in the Dragon Palace. ”

"Now I will give you five thousand soul coins and a lot of treasures. When you regain your strength, you will make them generals of the Dragon Palace or something like that. They will enjoy eternal incense, eternal prosperity, and wealth. From now on, you will never do it again."

"Go away! I just came back from the underworld, can you do some things in the underworld?"

This time, the broken mouth was thick-skinned and thick-skinned. Lu Wenwu couldn't hold back and really punched him.

This light punch knocked the AC cow, including humans, cats and dogs, off their feet. He quickly took out his hunting flute and blew himself a life recovery (small).

Even Cang Lanxing's physique couldn't withstand Lu Wenwu's punch!

Wu Jianqing blinked his dark eyes, suppressed the more hellish thoughts in his heart, and silently transformed into a handsome man in ancient black clothes, squatting beside him to play with the dog.

While the group of people were still noisily "discussing" what to do next, the high priest Long Yuanhai had already walked up the steps one by one, kowtowing step by step, and he could not be more pious.

Several people suddenly became quiet and looked at this "uninvited guest", ready to take action at any time.

Especially the little cow who was laughing and joking just now. At this time, his right hand has touched the double knives in his personal backpack, and his left hand has secretly touched a bottle of the drug G.

He could feel that the old man in front of him was extremely powerful, even stronger than himself.

If they really fight, the winning rate will be at most 46.

Four for yourself and six for the opponent.

And it has to be based on the premise that the opponent has no trump card.

Lu Wenwu habitually opened his eyes of insight.

[High Priest Long Yuanhai of the Dragon Tribe (A)]: 90 0000/90 0000

[Current status]: Alert, calm

With 900,000 HP, it's a bit weak.

Lu Wenwu thought so.

But he immediately suppressed the thoughts in his mind.