On the stage of the generals, there is still a yellow mist that sometimes condenses and dissipates. In the mist, there seems to be a figure in the generals. Behind him, thousands of troops are coming. Su Yan even Hearing the sound of fighting between wars and wars made people rush to the front line.
Su Yan's eyes began to turn red, and faintly, he saw countless broken planets, buildings, and armored corpses.
"Dian-Jian-Tai!" The old voice that had appeared many times rang again, Su Yan only saw the endless darkness, suddenly a pair of golden pupils suddenly appeared, Su Yan's body formed by divine consciousness receded again and again.
Panting and sweating, he once again looked at the black Dianjiang platform, but there was nothing, it was very ordinary floating there.
"What are those just now?" Every time I was promoted to the next level, I would see those I saw just now, as well as the voice of the old man. I always thought it was hallucinations, but they appeared three times in a row, which was a bit unusual.
The styles of those buildings are very different, even if they are broken, you can probably see signs of another civilization.
Something is wrong, I seem to have overlooked something.
Su Yan frowned, and kept thinking about all the signs after he stepped on the ancient road. Finally, his head exploded when he thought about it, but he still didn't want to understand.
Forget it, Su Yan patted his forehead, and then took out the stage, and took a closer look at this square stage containing evil spirits and blood. It was also a good thing, at least it was a life-saving use.
The force value is increased by 30%, and the next time you summon a hero, you will use it.
What Su Yan didn't succumb to was an appreciation. He looked at the sky, it was already dark, and his face was absorbed for several days. Although he was full of energy, it was still very burdensome, so he went to rest and lay down. After thinking about it for a while, he would be able to get his identity token in about two days, and then he quickly returned to the Vulcan Gate to recuperate for a while, but he didn't go back for a month.
The night is getting darker, the treetops on the moon, the brilliance of the bright moon is quietly reflected, the sea water is gently rippling, like a gentle lullaby.
This half-curved island where only eleven top demon spirit masters live is very peaceful. Through the window, you can see the big font at the moment, with the words of Su Yan that Harazi is sleeping.
The sea breeze came gently with a fishy smell, the stars were shining, and no one noticed. On the so-called "Dragon Horn" island floating in the sky on the left, a faint light fell instantly, and then, by coincidence, it fell. Entered Su Yan's room, and then lost his mind.
Su Yanzheng dreamed that he was showing off to An Yingying with the cultivation of the Great Sacred Realm, and when she yelled in anger, suddenly, the scene in front of her suddenly changed.
What appeared in front of him was a huge starry sky, not the entire starry sky, but only the stars above the head shining down, and the rest was dark, as if it was a huge prison that could only look up at the sky.
Su Yanzheng was at a loss when he suddenly saw that in the darkness, there was a dragon that seemed almost invisible to the end, winding and entrenching quietly.
The huge head of the giant dragon was lying on the ground like this, the pupils were closed tightly, and around it, there was still a strange white flame burning. As the flames rose, even the surrounding space was distorted. feel.
"Dragon, dragon!" Su Yan was shocked and couldn't help himself. It was really a dragon. The pull-wind mount he had always dreamed of, the auspicious beast in Eastern mythology, appeared in front of him today.
Su Yan screamed, and Sa Huan ran towards the dragon. He even seemed to remember something vaguely. It was a dream.
Oops, dreams, dreams, don't wake up, I see a dragon for the first time, let me touch it.
Su Yan quickly ran to the giant dragon's side, feeling the concealed sense of shock, and his whole body was trembling with excitement.
He dreamed of a dragon. He was still such a mighty and domineering dragon. Grandpa Zhou was kind to himself too.
Su Yan raised his neck, looking at his own figure the size of a dragon scale, shaking his hands and gently rubbing it on, a cold iron texture came, making him feel like he was in a restless twelfth lunar month, and the goose bumps suddenly fell on the ground.
"so cold!"
Pouch!
The white flames on the dragon's body suddenly came, and Su Yan quickly retracted his hands in fright, only to realize that the dragon scales in front of him were covered with black threads like spider silk. The thread is constantly twisted and intertwined, unknowingly, constructing a series of runes that look extremely prosperous.
Su Yan stepped back two steps quickly, and the perspective of his left eye came out, and found that the entire dragon was covered with these black patterns. They were like a huge black net, tightly attached to the dragon scales.
"This is-"
"I...feel... I've reached... Zulong's... breath." Suddenly, a very weak voice suddenly sounded in Su Yan's mind, intermittently, as if exhausting all the energy of the whole body.
Su Yan's face changed extremely, and he left the dragon body at the fastest speed. Looking around, the huge dragon head was still tightly closed, who was talking.
"You, who are you?" Su Yan was on guard, because he couldn't feel the presence of anyone else.
"I, I am the Dragon King... Green Pheasant." The old voice sounded again, extremely weak, as if he would die at any time.
Su Yan gradually put down his guard. He couldn't feel any malice, and even wanted to laugh. His mother was dreaming. What was he afraid of? In the dream, he was the sky, and he would be frightened by a sound. I was still going to ride. Long has fulfilled his long-cherished wish.
"Green pheasant? I have never heard of it. According to you, you are the big dragon. A good name. Get up quickly and take Laozi to fly. I have never rode a dragon." Su Yan is no longer afraid, he I thought that the name of the dragon was what it was like.
"I... run out of oil... I can't fly." The voice sounded again.
Su Yan became interested. The Thunder Spirit Wings on his body spread out, and he flew directly to the dragon head, watching the huge dragon head lying motionless on the ground. On his chest, there was a place that should belong to the dragon scale shining with brilliance. , Where the black line rune is the thickest.
"Why did the lamp run out of oil?" Su Yan asked.
A heavy sigh came, and then everything calmed down. After a dozen breaths, the other party seemed to have enough strength, his voice was lonely, and he looked lifeless, and said: "I... brought you... here, hometown... people, nine Li... the real world!"
The voice of the Dragon King Qing Pheasant sounded again, and Su Yan's face changed wildly.
"You, what nonsense are you talking about, what Jiuli real world, you have admitted the wrong person." Su Yan squinted at the seemingly dead dragon.
And he quickly checked himself, he really didn't dream, no dreamer knew that he was dreaming, besides, all of this was too real in front of him.
"How did you... come out?" The weak voice asked Xiang Suyan after waiting for a while.
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