Great Emperor Myriad

?Wanlong Sacred Mountain is the ancestral land of the Dragon tribe in the eastern woodland.

This is a very strange area. There are millions of miles in the area, and there are tens of thousands of peaks. Each peak is beautiful and contains the earth's dragon spirit. They are intertwined with each other to form a super dragon vein.

Backed by the endless sea, Wanlong Sacred Mountain is facing the vast demon world continent. It is the place where the east flows into the sea and the place where the sun rises. It is called the dragon vein of the entire demon world.

Legend has it that the ancient ancestral dragon sat here, forming this vast Wanlong sacred mountain, and became the ancestral land of the dragon tribe.

Although the Dragon tribe is now declining, no longer dominates the world of monsters, and the throne of the heavens, but the accumulation and accumulation of hundreds of millions of years of the Dragon clan is still one of the five saints in the monster world. It is easy to dare to provoke someone.

When Ling Xiao and Long Aotian brought the four demon saints to Wanlong Sacred Mountain, they were also shocked by the dragon ancestral land in front of them.

"Is this the ancestral land of the dragon race? Sure enough, it is the luck of the demon world, but the feng shui of the Wanlong dynasty, and the supreme blessing of heaven!"

Ling Xiao exclaimed.

The sacred mountain of Wanlong in front of me seemed to be covered with a layer of colorful light, and the peaks were directly inserted into the clouds. Each peak exudes a radiant glow, and there are vast dragon pulses rising up, converging in the void A sea of ​​golden clouds.

Among the mountains, there are powerful monsters and beasts running. Spirit apes, cranes, elks and other spirit beasts can be seen everywhere. There are exotic flowers and herbs everywhere. The magic medicines for centuries and even millennia are everywhere.

Ling Xiao can feel that the Wanlong Holy Mountain contains extremely powerful dragon luck, and even formed a vast dragon power, exuding domineering, majestic, ancient and mysterious breath fluctuations. In front of this dragon power, even if there is The invasion of foreign enemies, I am afraid that Longwei will also suppress most of the power.

It can be said that the Wanlong Sacred Mountain is already a self-contained law, and it is hidden from the demon world.

"Wanlong Sacred Mountain is the ancestral land of the dragon clan. A million array of ancestors of the Wanlong dynasty were laid down in a million miles, and it was reinforced by the ancestors of the dragon clan. It will be difficult for the emperor to resist in an instant!"

There was also a trace of arrogance in the eyes of the Black Dragon Sage.

Although he had to offend the dragon clan to avoid the disaster because he offended the dragon clan's elders, he still had the pride of the dragon clan in his bones.

How many powerful forces have emerged in the entire demon world for hundreds of millions of years? How many amazing and proud characters have appeared?

But only the five great saints stood forever on the earth of the demon world and became the hegemony of the demon world.

"Wanlong Dynasty Sect?"

Ling Xiao's eyes gleamed finely, as if there were black and white flashes of light, and the world seemed to be a little different in front of his eyes. A line of law was interwoven, and the mysterious runes were arranged in a strange rhythm.

And Ling Xiao can see that the tens of thousands of peaks of the Wanlong Holy Mountain are tens of thousands of giant dragon veins, just like 10,000 giant dragons. They merged with each other in a strange state, forming a super large formation, vaguely A powerful Diwei came out.

Worthy of being the Dragon race, there is such a complete and innocent array!

Ling Xiao marveled in his heart.

"Is this the essence of my dragon clan? If my dragon Aotian became the dragon king of the dragon clan and would lead the dragon clan in the world, what kind of scenery would it be?"

There was also a sense of pride and pride in Long Aotian's heart, and he became more excited and looking forward.

"Ok?"

A glimmer of glance flashed through Ling Xiao's eyes, and he suddenly noticed a wave of fierce battle ahead.

"It's actually fighting in the Dragon Clan's ancestral land? Let's go and see!"

Ling Xiao said lightly.

Everyone was aware of the war in a mountain in front of them. They were all curious as to who actually dared to start in the Dragon Clan's ancestral land. They were all in an instant of vanity, turned into a stream of light, and flew towards the distance.

In front, between the two high mountains, there is a wide valley. There are several towering ancient trees in the valley, covered with exotic flowers and grass, which looks very quiet and peaceful.

But at this moment, there is a young man in black robe, trapped in a large formation, surrounded by two majestic middle-aged men, one in black robe and one in white robe, all squinting Indifference is urging that big formation.

"Ao Feng, don't bear the stubborn resistance! With your cultivation practice of nine-turn half-sacred, it is impossible to break through our yin-yang dragon formation, and the speed beam will catch you, and you can still suffer less!"

One of the middle-aged men in black robe said coldly.

The large array looked very horrible, black and white divine light intertwined, forming a black and white two dragons, forming a huge enchantment perfectly, trapping the boy named Ao Feng in black robe Among them, and the enchantment is still shrinking.

Ao Feng looked a little embarrassed, pale, with a trace of blood on the corners of his mouth, but his body was straight, holding a black dragon gun, and his eyes were full of rebellious looks.

"Longyang, Longyin, you two traitors! You betrayed Longjun and wanted to murder the little princess. I Aofeng and you are at odds! Even if I die today, I will pull you back!"

Ao Fenghan said, his eyes were full of cold killing intentions.

Whoosh!

The black dragon gun in his hand is fierce and powerful, and contains a strong sense of holy path. It turned out to be a powerful top-grade holy treasure. It instantly turned into countless afterimages, constantly attacking the surrounding yin-yang dragon array, thinking It is necessary to break the formation barrier.

Rumble!

The yin and yang dragons trembling violently, the two middle-aged people couldn't help but change their complexion, their eyes showed extremely cold killing intent.

Both of them are cultivators of saints!

But this Ao Feng is too terrifying. Although it is only the cultivation of the pinnacle of the nine-and-a-half Saint, the incomparable terror is comparable to a saint. Both of them chased Ao Feng at the same time, and almost let Ao Feng escape. www.wuxiaspot.com~ If it were not for them that they finally trapped Ao Feng with Yin and Yang Hualong formations, I am afraid that Ao Feng had fled Wanlong Holy Mountain at this moment.

"Don't know the life and death of Long Jun now. The little girl Huang Long, who wants to compete with the son of Ao Ang, is simply overwhelming! Ao Feng, since you toast and don't eat fines, don't blame us You beheaded the spot!"

Both Longyang and Longyin flashed in their eyes, sneering.

Bang!

At the same time, they urged the vast holy power around them, the powerful holy power broke out, and the yin and yang dragons burst into a terrifying annihilation, and they were like a storm to suppress Aofeng. Kill directly.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The black dragon gun in Ao Feng's hands was blazing brightly, struck continuously into the sky, and turned into a residual image. In the void, a black dragon was formed, and he wanted to resist the annihilation storm of the Yin and Yang dragon array.

(End of this chapter)