Heavenly God Mnemonic

The dragon energy in all directions suddenly raged and violently, and finally turned into the phantom of the blue dragon, suddenly rushed into the body of the Milong clan chief, and huge energy poured in frantically.

The head of the Milong clan flushed red, his entire body quickly swelled, his muscles swelled, his scales turned up, his feet became three times larger, his face became hideous, his whole body was covered with thick armor, and he was mostly dragonized. .

At the same time, the aura on his body has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The vigorous dragon aura spurted out of him, and the aura had reached the realm king, no different from Adair.

"what?"

Adair's silver eyes slammed round, his face full of disbelief.

It seemed that he didn't expect that a second realm king would appear in this capital.

"Master Patriarch!"

An Qiluo couldn't help hiding her face, and within the Milong clan, a sense of sadness spread, and more than 20 Taoist and Mirror powerhouses competed to cry.

The old man entered the body with the sacred aura of the blue dragon, forcibly breaking through the shackles of the Nine Heavens, allowing the cultivation base to reach the realm king. The price is the rapid passing of longevity.

The old man said solemnly: "Don't grieve! One of the two who entered just now will eventually become the new Azure Dragon Holy Spirit. And the task of guarding my clan has also been completed. I can die for this, and die without regrets. Wait for the new one. After the birth of the Azure Dragon Holy Spirit, if you are still alive, you can leave the heavens. From then on, follow the new Holy Spirit and spread the fire of our race into the entire sky star field."

The old man seemed to be confessing his will, solemn and solemn.

The Milong clan was in grief, and said in unison: "Yes, Lord Patriarch!"

Adair's face was very dark, and the silver in his eyes suddenly shone, and he shouted: "Old Piff! Don't worry, I will kill all of you, so don't think too much!"

Adair flipped his hand, and a terrible force radiated out, covering a large area of ​​water.

The scene inside suddenly turned scarlet, as if in blood.

An enchantment of blood was formed.

"Blood Sea Back Photo!"

Adair screamed and slapped it with his palm. Thousands of blood water turned into a huge palm, buckling towards the head of the Milong clan.

The dragon scales in the hands of the Milong clan patriarch exploded, a large purple glow appeared, and he patted the blood palm.

"boom!"

The violent energy collided and protected each other, and the surrounding waters evacuated under that energy, and the surroundings were briefly plunged into a vacuum zone.

Only the surplus of forceful energy has caused the water and the sky to tremble.

...

Inside the green dragon statue.

Two rays of light one after the other, you chase me and fly into it.

Yang Qingxuan shot golden light in his eyes, constantly searching for the road ahead, the space of this icon seems endless.

Suddenly, a little green light appeared in the front, turning into a light circle with a diameter of one hundred meters, suspended in the void. Sitting on top of it was a young man with handsome features and his eyebrows flying into the temple. He looked a bit unruly and free and easy, but his face was pale, his eyes closed tightly, as if he was asleep.

This is so, huge energy still escaped from him, with an ancient aura and a strong dragon aura.

Looking closely, the young man's thin white neck was covered with light dragon scales, just like a holy dragon reborn.

Wenren's screams came from behind, "Holy Spirit! The true ancient times Qinglong Holy Spirit!"

Yang Qingxuan frowned lightly, hearing what people said contained very important meaning.

The four holy spirits ruled the world in ancient times, but for some reason they were later annihilated in the time and space of history. And the Holy Spirit in front of him fell in the Ninth Heaven, which is the time when the ancient and the middle ancient times alternated. Since then, in the line of Qinglong Holy Spirit, there has never been a powerful man.

In other words, the Azure Dragon Holy Spirit in front of him is most likely the key to the decline of the Azure Dragon line.

In other words, it is the Qinglong line, the last strongest person in the world.

As soon as the blood in Yang Qingxuan's body became warm, he speeded up to fly towards the cyan light domain.

"stop!"

The fierce palm wind swept from behind, covering a large area of ​​space.

As soon as Yang Qingxuan's escape light stopped, he stood firmly, turned around and greeted him with a palm.

"Boom!"

The two palms collided, and a circle of terrible force slammed open, and the two shook back.

"what?!"

Wenren's face was shocked, "You are just the beginning of immortality, how can you..."

The golden light in Yang Qingxuan's eyes chuckles, and he chuckles: "You are also very good in the late stage of the glimpse. With the absence of the lower half of the Wujing, you have actually cultivated to this level."

Wenren's stiff face twitched, as if thinking of some terrible memory, his emotions became irritable, and he roared, "Go to hell!"

The dragon's energy flashed on his body, and the fists turned into scales, and the pieces were angry, forming a dragon shadow.

Thousands of blue runes flashed on the tip of the fist, and as Wenren slammed it out, the dragon shadow wrapped around the fist wind, roaring out, and there was a splendid color mixed in it.

When the dragon fist passed, the dragon pattern pushed away, and the void shattered.

"Mie Dao Longquan?"

Yang Qingxuan smiled in surprise, the golden light in his pupils shrank suddenly, and the dragon energy on his body also exploded.

Dragon scales cover the entire arm, like armor.

In Yang Qingxuan's mind, recalling a fragment that had emerged in the Black Sea, King Yin Wu and Xuantianji explained the magical powers of the four holy spirits, and the fist of the blue dragon flashed in his mind like a meteor.

Immediately, his body moved, and under the slight grip of his five fingers, a green light burst from the tip of his fist, and a dragon shadow hovered inside.

"Mie Dao Longquan!"

Yang Qingxuan's body shook, and the dragon fist slammed up.

The same moves, the same dragon spirit.

Two green dragons in the air chase each other in the air.

"Boom!"

Under the fist of the two, a large dragon pattern burst into pieces.

Within the blue shadow, a cruising blue dragon hovered above the fists.

"Damn it! Impossible!"

Wenren gritted his teeth, his eyes showing horror.

With the same moves and dragon energy, the opponent's cultivation base was a level lower than his own, but he was tied!

Then there is only one explanation.

It is the opponent's combat power and understanding of Longquan, far above him.

"impossible!"

Wenren gritted his teeth and yelled, and his punch was even more smashed to crush the opponent.

But Yang Qingxuan did not move, the dragon fist was like a mountain.

What was broken was a large piece of void, as well as cyan light and dragon shadow, constantly disillusioned under the confrontation between the two.

"Ah! Die! Die!"

Wenren had a hideous face and kept roaring. The scales on his body burst out with different colors of light, mixed in the green light, which greatly increased the power of the dragon fist and pushed the fist past.

Yang Qingxuan's face condensed, and then the golden pupil flickered, but suddenly he smiled, and said, "I understand, you have been transformed by the wind, so you have broken through the shackles of Wujing. Strictly speaking, you are no longer the true Qinglong Holy Spirit. What are the qualifications for inheritance."

Inside Wenren's green mansions, red, white and black are mixed.

These three powers are not unfamiliar to Yang Qingxuan, they are the power of Suzaku, White Tiger, and Xuanwu.