The Holy Mountain of Ten Thousand Dragons is the ancestral land of the dragon clan in the Eastern Wood Region.
This is an extremely peculiar area, with tens of thousands of mountains covering an area of millions of miles. Each mountain is blessed with natural beauty and contains the dragon energy of the earth. They are intertwined with each other to form a super dragon vein.
The Wanlong Holy Mountain is backed by the endless ocean and faces the vast demon world. It is the place where the river flows eastward into the sea and where the sun rises. It is known as the dragon vein of the entire demon world.
According to legend, the ancient ancestor dragon passed away here, forming this vast Holy Mountain of Ten Thousand Dragons, which became the ancestral land of the dragon clan.
Although the dragon clan is now in decline and no longer as powerful as it once was, dominating the demon world and ruling the heavens, but with billions of years of accumulation and heritage, the dragon clan is still one of the five holy clans in the demon world, and no one dares to provoke them easily.
When Ling Xiao and Long Aotian brought the four demon saints to the Ten Thousand Dragons Holy Mountain, they were also shocked by the dragon clan’s ancestral land in front of them.
"Is this the ancestral land of the dragon clan? It really is the luck of the demon world, the feng shui of thousands of dragons, and the supreme blessed land!"
Ling Xiao exclaimed.
The Wanlong Holy Mountain in front of us seemed to be covered with a layer of colorful light, with peaks piercing the sky, and each peak emitting brilliant rays of light. There were vast dragon pulses rising into the sky and gathering into a golden sea of clouds in the void.
In the mountains, there are powerful groups of monsters running around, and spiritual beasts such as monkeys, cranes, elks, etc. can be seen everywhere. There are exotic flowers and plants everywhere, and magical medicines that are hundreds or even thousands of years old can be seen everywhere.
Ling Xiao could feel that the Ten Thousand Dragons Holy Mountain contained an extremely powerful dragon luck, and even formed a vast dragon power, exuding a domineering, majestic, ancient and mysterious aura fluctuations. In the face of such dragon power, even if there were foreign enemies invading, most of their power would probably be suppressed by the dragon power.
It can be said that the Wanlong Holy Mountain has its own rules, which are vaguely isolated from the demon world.
"The Holy Mountain of Ten Thousand Dragons is the ancestral land of the dragon race. A great formation of Ten Thousand Dragons Paying Homage has been set up in this area of one million miles. It has been reinforced by the ancestors of the dragon race. It is a perfect imperial formation. If it is fully activated, even a Holy King will be reduced to ashes in an instant, and it will be difficult for an emperor to resist!"
There was also a hint of pride in the eyes of the Black Dragon Saint.
Although he had to leave the Dragon Clan and go to the wilderness to avoid disaster because he offended the Dragon Clan's supreme elder, he still had the pride of the Dragon Clan in his bones.
How many powerful forces have emerged in the demon world over the past billions of years? How many brilliant and talented people have appeared
But only the five holy clans stand forever on the land of the demon world and become the enduring overlords of the demon world.
"The Ten Thousand Dragons Paying Homage Formation?"
There was a gleam of brilliance in Ling Xiao's eyes, as if there was a flash of black and white divine light. In front of his eyes, the world seemed to have become a little different. Lines of laws were intertwined, and mysterious runes were arranged in a strange rhythm.
And Ling Xiao could see that the tens of thousands of peaks of the Wanlong Holy Mountain were tens of thousands of huge dragon veins, like ten thousand huge divine dragons, which merged with each other in a strange state to form a super formation, emanating a powerful imperial power.
As expected of the dragon clan, they actually have such a complete and flawless supreme divine formation!
Ling Xiao was amazed.
“Is this the foundation of my dragon clan? If I, Long Aotian, become the Dragon King of the dragon clan and lead all the dragon clans in the world, how glorious would that be?”
A feeling of pride and honor also surged in Long Aotian's heart, and he became more and more excited and expectant.
"Um?"
There was a gleam of light in Ling Xiao's eyes, and he suddenly sensed the sound of a fierce battle coming from the front.
"A great battle is taking place in the Dragon Clan's ancestral land? Let's go and take a look!"
Ling Xiao said lightly.
Everyone also noticed the battle taking place on a mountain ahead. They were all curious about who dared to take action in the dragon clan's ancestral land. They all instantly crossed the void and turned into streams of light, flying towards the distance.
Ahead, between two thousand-foot-high mountains, there is a wide valley. In the valley, there are several towering ancient trees and many exotic flowers and plants. It looks very quiet and peaceful.
But at this moment, there was a young man in a black robe, trapped in a large formation. There were two middle-aged men with dignified faces around him, one in a black robe and the other in a white robe. Both had cold eyes and were activating the large formation.
"Ao Feng, don't resist! With your cultivation level of a 9th-level semi-saint, it is impossible for you to break our Yin-Yang Dragon Formation. Surrender quickly, and you will suffer less!"
One of the middle-aged men in black robes said in a cold voice.
The formation looked extremely terrifying. The black and white divine lights intertwined to form two divine dragons, one black and one white. They perfectly formed a huge barrier that trapped the black-robed young man named Ao Feng inside. Furthermore, the barrier was constantly shrinking.
Ao Feng looked a little embarrassed, his face was pale, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, but his body was straight, holding a black dragon spear in his hand, and his eyes were full of rebelliousness.
"Long Yang, Long Yin, you two traitors! You betrayed the Dragon King and tried to murder the little princess. I, Ao Feng, will never coexist with you! Even if I die today, I will drag you down with me!"
Ao Feng said in a cold voice, his eyes filled with cold murderous intent.
whoosh!
The black dragon spear in his hand was extremely sharp and contained a powerful holy aura. It was actually a powerful top-grade holy treasure. In an instant, it turned into countless afterimages, continuously attacking the surrounding Yin-Yang Dragon Formation, trying to break the formation's barrier.
Boom!
The Yin-Yang Dragon Formation trembled violently, and the two middle-aged men couldn't help but change their expressions, with extremely cold murderous intent revealed in their eyes.
Both of them have reached the level of saints!
But this Ao Feng was too terrifying. Although he was only at the peak of the Ninth Turn Semi-Saint, his combat power was so terrifying that he was comparable to that of a saint. The two of them chased Ao Feng at the same time and almost let him escape.
If they had not finally trapped Ao Feng with the Yin-Yang Dragon Formation, Ao Feng would have probably escaped from the Ten Thousand Dragons Holy Mountain by now.
"It is unknown whether the Dragon King is alive or dead. That yellow-haired girl Long Xiaoxiao still wants to compete with Master Ao Ang for the position of Dragon King. She is simply overestimating her own abilities! Ao Feng, since you refuse to accept my toast, don't blame us for beheading you on the spot!"
Long Yang and Long Yin both had murderous intent flashing in their eyes and sneered.
Boom!
At the same time, they mobilized the vast holy power around them, and powerful holy power burst out. The Yin-Yang Dragon Formation instantly burst out with an incomparably terrifying force of annihilation, and came towards Ao Feng like a storm, suppressing him directly.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The black dragon spear in Ao Feng's hand shone brightly as it continuously struck in the air, leaving a series of afterimages. In the void, a black dragon actually formed, trying to resist the annihilation storm of the Yin-Yang Dragon Formation.
(End of this chapter)