Dragon-Blooded War God

After the two great ravages, it is the realm of the so-called gods, and the end of the cultivation.

It can be said that all the people who are close to the two major catastrophes are going to achieve the eternal life. Of course, even if they are eternal gods, they are not sure whether there is any god.

Throughout the dragon festival, countless people from the mainland rushed into the robbery. The ones facing them are undoubtedly the deaths caused by the 18th disaster. No one can be the exception. The difference is only the time of death. You have not died for a thousand years. You will die for a thousand years.

To reach the two most horrible robberies, it can be said that most of the people were not killed by the scorpion, but they were killed by the 18th horror.

Eternal life, it can be said that it is always a dream.

Unless it becomes a dead city owner, something that is not a ghost or a ghost.

A group of people gathered in the field of eternal life are mad, all challenging the heavens and going for the dream of eternal life.

This vast world has such strict rules.

Long Chen’s heart is calm, and he did not let this world view expand, but it shocked his heart. He put his own small, eternal pursuit, and the pursuit of the dragon’s heart, first hidden, concentrated face To the mysterious dead city owner in front of him, he comes from the eternal **** domain.

At the same time, Longchen is also concerned about the gray killing in his hands, the sword of death, the sword of engulfing.

This will be the most horrible weapon that Long Chen has ever seen.

Red blood, the **** of the dragon, but the dragon has died for hundreds of millions of years, in addition to sharp, other aspects, absolutely not comparable to the horror of the power of the Tao, especially in the hands of this sword.

Of course, at this moment, the sword of the scorpion, that is even the sword of the dragon, is far from good.

"Let him drink blood." The dead city owner said something about the eternal **** domain, and suddenly said with a smile.

"Yeah." Long Chen is puzzled.

The dead city owner made an action to cut his own arm.

Blood drops to recognize the Lord.

This is the oldest way. The general Taoist device needs to use the power of Nirvana to occupy the image of the instrument in the Taoist.

"This baby, it is not just a Taoist device." The eyes of the dead Lord of the city are staring at Longchen.

"Good." Long Chen excused himself. Under the oppression of the dead city owner, he had to listen to him. Longchen believed that the other party had to kill himself. It was really simple.

Take out the gray long sword and gently cut it on your arm.

The blood suddenly rushed into the gray sword. This sword is like a mouth growing out, madly swallowing, Long Chen quickly removed his arm, he is the blood of the Lord, this sword can not grab him However, in order to avoid the suspicion of dying the city owner, Longchen had to pretend to be a weak look.

"You are in a good situation. I was sucked a quarter of the blood." The dying city owner laughed and paused. He continued: "Sure enough, it is a dragon warrior."

Long Chen knew that he knew his identity.

At this moment, he focused on the change of the sacred sword. After swallowing the dragon's blood, the sacred sword trembled fiercely. A bright blood line continued from the tip of the sword to the center of the blade and spread to the hilt. At this point, this blood line is on the gray blade, which is incomparable.

"It has become, it has come alive. From today, his master is you." The dead city owner laughed.

Long Chen is still focusing on the changes of the Excalibur. This sword makes him unpredictable. Others really recognize the Lord. He has the feeling of control. But this sword is different. He can feel that the other person seems to be obedient. Under his own control, but Long Chen can not be with it.

The Taoist is alive, and Longchen can communicate with them.

However, this sacred sword is only born for killing, and there is no life.

Holding the gray, rusty handle, the hand of Longchen was infected by the sword, and the heart gradually became hot. It was like a dead god, this is really a sword.

"First time, don't you want to send it some snacks?" The dead city owner smiled.

"What." Long Chen confused and asked.

"The weapon you used before, take it out."

Long Chen understood, 斩龙剑, a two-lined Taoist, Longchen did not have any nostalgia, after all, it was not his own thing, he threw the dragon sword into the hands of the dying city owner.

"Come on." The main hand of the dead city holds a long sword, and the dragon sword glows a yellow brilliance.

Long Chen said nothing, holding a sword and a sword to the other side. At that moment, he truly felt that the thing he held in his hand was not a sword, but a horrible engulfing behemoth. Hunger to the extreme, screaming at the mouth, rushing toward the dragon sword.

clang.

The two swords slammed into each other.

Long Chen was shaken out.

"Come back." The dead city owner said with a smile.

Long Chen’s heart was awkward, the gray long sword kept changing in his hands, the gas of death rolled, and every time he confronted the dragon sword, this gray long sword felt like a piece of flesh and blood from the other side. Cheering cheerfully.

With the battle, the brilliance of the dragon sword in the hands of the dead city master is getting dimmer.

broken.

clang.

The fifty-first confrontation, the dragon sword was dull, and it was broken with a bang.

The dragon sword in the hands of Longchen is like a full meal. There is no slight change in the sword body, but Longchen still feels that it has woke up and grew up. One day, it will grow wild. .

"The light is this sword. It is not enough to make it condense a line. It not only needs to destroy the Tao, but also needs to devour the essence of flesh and blood, tearing up the soul of God, so that it will be truly advanced, and it will depend on you in the past." Take care of him." The dead city owner threw the sword handle of the dragon sword on the ground.

The sword of the Sword Soul Palace, along with the dynasty, disappeared into this mysterious ghost town.

Hey.

The gray scorpion sword became smaller, and turned into a gray earring and nailed to Longchen's right ear.

At the beginning, the Lingbi sword was a black earring and nailed to Longchen’s left ear...

Long Chen was shocked for a moment, then slowly calmed down, with the blood of his ancestors, he would not be assured that this naughty sword, just in front of the death of the city is not appropriate.

"In the sword of the sacred sword, there is a heavenly law that is against the heavens." You can finally understand, you can see your own ability, and your killing, with this god, is just right." The main character of the dead city looked like Long Chen, looking at his own disciple, and asked: "Are you satisfied with this gift for me?"

Long Chen is of course satisfied.

The dead city owner laughed: "Okay, very good, time is running out, it seems that I have to send you away."

Long Chen was very anxious. The **** kitten, studying the pattern, had not yet researched it. Longchen could only remember the pattern, but he knew that if he left, it would be estimated that there would be no chance.

"Is it necessary to go now? It is rare to see the seniors once. The younger generation still has many problems. I want to ask the seniors for advice." Longchen delayed the time.

"Oh, you are not afraid of me." The dead city owner said with amazement.

Long Chen then pulled him up and picked out some questions from time to time. He asked for half an hour. He had a cold sweat in his heart. Until finally, the kitten finally shouted: "I understand, this is a pair. The map, the map said, is really the inheritance of the Taixu Zhoulong, but not in the eternal hell, in the ... chaotic **** country."

It is really a heritage of blood.

Long Chen didn't have any hope at first. He didn't think it would be the inheritance of Taixu Zhoulong. After all, it was too precious. I didn't expect the kitten to be sure now, that is, inheriting the blood.

Only the location is very awkward, in the magic dragon hall to control the largest ancient ruins, Chaos God country.

And that pattern is a map that inherits the location of the blood.

With this answer, Long Chen would no longer have to stay here. He carefully hid his excitement and began to bid farewell to the dead city owner.

"Well, time is running out, I will send you away." The dead city owner readily accepted, and with Longchen, he is like an elder who has no temper and is very talented.

Leading Longchen, the dying city owner came to the turret, and looked up. There was a sky here, there was no gravity, and no clouds obscured the line of sight.

"From here, you can find the entrance to the dead city."

Long Chen no longer said more, directly with him, his body quickly disappeared above the clouds, leaving the city of death, and waiting for him to go for a long time, Bai Yuxi laughed, the laughter at the moment, and before the complete judgment people.

"Hold it well, and hide my Taoist prints. When I return to the day, when you die, this is the most sacred sword of the eternal **** domain. You can have this little doll. of."

After that, he trembled and returned to his throne, and the top ten ghost kings accompanied him.

After the death of the main body of the dead city, a piece of black bones began to gather and re-formed into a black skeleton.

"My eleventh ghost king, it's hard for you. From today, you will go to the Nine Remains and carry my body back~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I spent 110,000 years to make it. You eleven, waiting for me to reorganize my body, that is, I am coming to the three great emperors, when returning to the eternal realm, the hatred of the year, I want to report one by one, even if they are dead, I will also put them Offspring, remove everything from them."

In the empty castle, his laughter sounded.

The laughter stopped in summer, and he suddenly remembered something. The body instantly appeared on the roof and appeared next to the pattern. He reached out and trembled and touched the pattern. The empty eyelids projected the light of white jade.

"The boy, he must know what this pattern means, otherwise he will not delay for so long, he must know..."

"Who is this, have this ability, and engrave this thing on my site, who is it..."

At this time, Long Chen was rushing out of the mouth of Shantou, and the city of death was behind him, quickly dissipated, hidden in the clouds, and never appeared again.

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There is one more at 10 o'clock and still owe 7 more.