"Don't think about it!" Facing the peach blossom eyes, Bai Long sipped directly, and the peach blossom eyes chuckled directly.
"Well, well, anyway, we are also idle, waiting slowly, but then again, the figure and appearance of the girl is really impossible to say. The flowers that I have walked through for so many years in the white sacred hand feel too pale, that girl , It's a stunner, then can I know her name?" Peach Blossom Eye, the white-clothed sacred hand, continued to ask shamelessly.
"She calls your mother!" Bai Long said viciously.
At this moment, the bald and arched old man ignored the words of the flower picker, but turned his head to look at the three people standing outside the restriction.
A spear with a cold light on his back, and an elegant suit, all looked like middle-aged people. The cultivation base could not be seen clearly, and there was a young boy in the middle. The only thing ridiculous was the cultivation base of the second step of the Great Sacred Realm.
It seems that they should have just arrived, no wonder they sensed that a newcomer has come before, but after this, they came to provoke Longshan in the Dragon Realm, very powerful.
Forget that little kid, these two should be able to join forces to break this barrier together. Then, the girl will belong to the pervert, the dragon blood will belong to the Ochi Orochi, the dragon meat and the dragon ball, you can leave it to me, Others, you divide it, and don’t want the keel and the keel.
It’s a pity that there are no fewer than a thousand people living in the Dragon Domain today, but no one joins them in attacking Longshan, dying the courageous and starving to death. This shabby place, you still think people are good, and what rules are you observing? joke.
"You two, should we join forces? On this Longshan Mountain, there are not only the white dragon, but also other treasures," the blind old man said in a tone like a duck caught in his throat, inviting Green Pheasant and Mo Fanchen.
Bailong backed back again and again, and his whole body was on guard. This time, the trouble was serious.
"It seems that after all these years, some people can't help but don't abide by the rules of the owner here. Also, there are a few good birds who come here," the green pheasant shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Or, let's help them remember?" The Eight Desolation Halberd in Mo Fanchen's hand appeared in his palm.
Su Yan, who was frowning at this moment, suddenly realized that he suddenly turned around and looked at the white dragon: "I remember, you are, you are the eighth guardian of the ancient road-Ao Yue!" Su Yan was excited and pointed directly. Scream.
No wonder why he was so familiar. It turned out that he had met with Xiong Da and the others, and when they rushed to Qingfeng Mountain with the ancient road sheepskin scroll, they found that Er Bai had disappeared, and everyone's memory about Er Bai was clear and clean.
The owner of Xiong Da is an immortal. Knowing the immortal, he also sensed the aura of the immortal here. At that time, I was still wondering why I didn’t see the iron chain come down to kill the immortal.
And others, using the ancient road to open the ancient road, just like this white dragon, just like a puppet, the minimum requirement is to need the level of immortals, directly rejected the four of them, no way, and returned. On the other side of the earth, I embarked on the journey of Fengbei from another ancient road.
"Huh?" Bai Long's original thoughts were in a mess, and when he didn't know how to save himself and protect him next, he suddenly heard the human race man call out his name unexpectedly, how could it be possible.
At this moment, when I looked at Su Yan carefully again, I was really familiar with it, as if, when did I see it? Wait, he is, he is...
At this moment, the green pheasant also heard Su Yan's words, suddenly laughed, glanced at the shocked Ao Yue, and said, "Don't you want to know who I am, then you are optimistic!" After the green pheasant finished speaking, he directly converted it into form. A huge black dragon, which belonged to the immortal king, was released.
Ang~~
The roar of the dragon spread throughout the dragon domain, seeming to announce to everyone that the master of this place is back!
At this moment, the green pheasant, because of the relationship between the ancestral dragon and the scales, not only healed all the injuries, but also became stronger than usual.
Mo Fanchen held his Eight Desolate Halberd with one hand, and a formidable fighting intent burst out of his body, and the halberd buzzed endlessly. It seemed that countless souls who had died under the Eight Desolate Halberd were screaming.
As the roar of the dragon sounded, the expressions of some old people who closed their eyes and meditated in the dragon realm changed slightly.
"It turns out that he is back!"
Below Longshan, the three people who hadn't taken the matter seriously, after feeling the breath of the two immortal kings, their faces were shocked, especially the hunched old man who seemed to think of something, shaking violently and shivering. Pursing his lips: "You, you, you are the once master of the Dragon Region, the Green Pheasant, I know this halberd, the Eight Desolate Halberd, then you are the Eight Desolate War God, misunderstandings, all misunderstandings."
"Green pheasant? Old poison, you, you are not kidding me." The bald man's pupils tightened when he heard the name at the moment.
And the white-clothed saint hand who originally shook the folding fan, the fan in his hand shook his hand when he heard the words "Bahuang War God", and the fan fell directly to the ground.
Some things will not be forgotten because of the passage of time. On the contrary, they will be more reminiscent of the horrors of that era.
The Eight Desolate War God, Mo Fanchen, is one of them. He is the most terrifying existence in the Jiuli real world.
At that time, he was just a celestial cultivation base, and he had seen it once from a distance. At that time, his unmatched demeanor still remained in his mind.
It’s not that he was killed by several immortal kings thousands of years ago. How could he be alive? This halberd is exactly the same as before. It’s just that the person is not like anymore. However, a voice keeps telling him in his heart. He, yes, he, the god of war, is back!
In the ban behind, after seeing the transformation of the green pheasant, in my mind, the portrait of the dragon ancestors slowly merged with the scene in front of me. Finally, the tears suddenly stayed, and the body moved, and gradually turned into a white robe with forehead. There are also layers of scales, and even a young man with a pair of dragon horns.
That's right, it was Ao Yue, the eighth guardian of the ancient road in the world. However, at this moment, there were wounds everywhere on his body, and his aura was wilting. However, when he looked at the huge black dragon in front of him, he knelt and bowed with joy.
"This king gives you ten breaths of escape time!" The green pheasant ignored Ao Yue, but looked at the three of them coldly.
"Senior, senior, we were wrong, we were really wrong..."
"One, two..."
The three of them fled out of the starry sky at the fastest speed in their lives, and the entire dragon domain became quiet because of this sudden change.
"... Eight, nine, ten!" After the green pheasant finished counting, he laughed wildly, like a black lightning galloping away.
Mo Fanchen twisted his neck, a bloodthirsty look appeared on his face, more of a frenzied killing intent, and when he moved his feet, he disappeared.
These three people are probably over!
Su Yan turned around and looked at Ao Yue, who was kneeling facing him, and moved aside: "Well, how are you!"
At this moment, a blue figure on the top of the mountain ran down like a dancing butterfly, with an anxious look on its face.
"Brother Long, are you okay, is the bad guy coming again?"
Su Yan's face that was greeting him suddenly stiffened, and the beautiful figure also saw Su Yan at the moment, and it was also startled.
"exquisite!"
"Little Master!" (End of this chapter)