Lord of Pets

"What are you talking nonsense?! Justice, fantasy, and spiritual ruins, these are dragon gods with special talents and are admired by thousands of dragons."

"With just one remark, you knock them off the altar and think it's their fault. How can we believe this?"

"In the final analysis, this may be your sophistry. Holy Dragons with a little experience know that you have fallen into the abyss. If you approach the Dragon Court again with other purposes, the conspiracy will be huge, unless you come up with strong evidence. thing, otherwise there won’t be any convincing at all!”

Tian Eclipse Huanglong, who was pinned to the ground, finally found a chance to speak.

Although it is imprisoned, it can open its mouth aggressively and show no mercy or belief.

Long Wuji looked at it coldly from a distance.

Not far away, a half-rotted terrifying corpse snake coiled around its body for more than 800 meters. Black blood flowed down and poured onto the ground, making a corrosive sound.

Its murderous intent was as thick as a mountain. It came from nothing and was all concentrated on the Sky Eclipse Huanglong. It seemed that if the opponent opened his mouth again, he would pounce forward and bite off its head.

There is also a fanged ghost with a sandy yellow flame on its head that burns like a candle. Its body is wrapped with the heads of ferocious beasts that look like cows, sheeps, dogs, and pigs. It carries a pair of wings riddled with holes on its back and has a tattoo on its forehead. One eye, one eye on the chin, locked on the Heavenly Eclipse Yellow Dragon at the same time. The broken halberd in his hand was raised high, ready to fight at any time.

Long Zijian opened the mouth of the skeleton and smiled silently.

Then he exerted force with his claws and pushed the Sky Eclipse Yellow Dragon that was just stuck in the hole in the ground into the ground again, sinking to a depth of nearly a hundred meters.

"I don't speak freely, but if I can prove my words, what does it have to do with you?"

"Tens of thousands of years have passed, and you are still stuck in the middle stage of the ancestral body. Compared with your brother, you are not even a little bit different. How much do you actually have among the dragon gods? How much say do you have? Don't you have an idea in your mind? Maybe you You may have made some great contributions to represent Longting, but you will never be able to make decisions on behalf of Longting in your life. Do you still need me to teach you such a simple truth?"

"You..." seemed to have touched the pain point of the Sky Eclipse Yellow Dragon. Its expression changed drastically, its whiskers swayed rapidly, anger and shame were fighting back and forth, and it was impossible to tell the winner.

"Little goblin, watch out. Now that I have awakened and my pure spirituality has been released, I will personally destroy the infamy of the God of Death."

"Dragon of Sin? Are you kidding me? I don't like to celebrate great achievements, but this does not mean that the line of death is weak. In terms of actual merits, I consider myself to be second only to the first-generation ancestor dragons, my youngest son Tatsuno, the Shinigami tribe and their vassals. I can only wear glory and shine under the spotlight. I will settle the accounts of the past sufferings and the heroes who died little by little."

When Long Zijian spoke alone, the heaven and earth lost all sound, and everything was silent.

As the gray mist surges, corpse mermaids, great lichs, crypt priests, shadowless resentful dragons, human-headed lamp demons, abyss bone dragons, ghost-hunting Rakshasa, evil-thought knights, seven-eyed holy corpses...these legendary-level creatures who once surrendered to the god of death... Undead creatures reappear.

Although they don't look like their real bodies, they look like remnant spirits, ghosts, or temporary bodies of flesh and blood, but the huge central dragon temple, under the cold and ghostly atmosphere, is actually packed to the brim, making it difficult for many holy dragons to move.

Coupled with the five most powerful war spears among them, as Long Zijian finished his words, they roared and screamed in unison, divine power intertwined, and the death energy spread. The entire Great Holy Dragon Palace rumbled, and there was a tendency that it was about to disintegrate. .

Outside, a group of king-shaped dragon kings and dragon cavalry all over the mountains and plains were surrounding them, like a strong wind sweeping through a wheat field, and they fell to the ground one after another.

They don't know what's going on.

But since I realized that the ancestor dragon was coming, the fear in my heart has been soaring, one wave higher than the other, and it has never stopped.

The source of the turmoil, Long Zijian lowered his soul light and silently stared at the bright red fetal egg for a while.

After about ten breaths, the golden soul fire beat, an arrogant emotion, a soaring fighting spirit, a hidden anger, like a mythical mountain rising from the ground, shaking the wall , floating in the void.

"Little goblin, for the sake of saving Long Wuji, I will leave you with a clone."

"As for you two..." Long Zijian pressed his bone claws, "annihilate them, there is no need to exist anymore."

The fairy dragon opened its mouth, trying to stop it.

The value of a clone far exceeds the projection. It requires the power of the original source and the blessing of mythical treasures.

More importantly, the death of the avatar will have a backlash on the main body. Within a period of time, the combat power of Sky Eclipse and Winter will inevitably decline. This will have unfavorable factors and negative causal connections for the battlefield outside the realm gate. .

But before the Fairy Dragon could stop it, the two dragon gods were crushed to pieces, and the crystal powder fell down, beautiful and sad.

This scene fell in the eyes of the Black Dragon of Despair, the Fiery Spirit Dragon and other members of the Death Lineage, and the dragon was naturally very happy.

A benevolent person sees it and calls it benevolence; a wise person sees it and calls it wisdom.

Even if your Majesty admits that it did not rebel, but was framed, the two sides are in different positions.

But over the years, the Death Lineage was abandoned by Longting and suffered too much harm.

All the encounters, those unforgettable memories, are all pain forged with blood and soul. It is impossible to understand and recognize the other party from the perspective of a sage.

Thinking of this, the Fairy Dragon sighed and remained speechless.

Long Zijian glanced at her, stretched out his hand to call, and the Ancestral Dragon chariot hovering on one side glowed with light. The wheels of the chariot creaked and started to roll.

"Where is the Zulong Ship? Take me to see the First Generation."

In a simple word, Long Wuji and Dragon Bee Queen were both shining brightly. Xuanyuan Hou, An Suyi and others, whose expressions had long been dull, had their cheeks twitching, as if they were in a dream.

"You are not the real body, you are just a trace of mark. Can you sustain the great movement of space and reach the other end of the world gate?"

"It doesn't matter." Long Zijian didn't take it seriously and spat out earth-shattering words lightly:

"I am dead. This mark is my last conscious body. In order to wash away the so-called shame, to clear my name, and to return the truth to the Dragon Clan, I will do whatever it takes."

"This chariot has followed countless dragon gods in the eight wastelands. It can be said that it has been put to its best use. It is time for it to be retired and go to the antiquities museum to spend its days."

As he spoke, the giant-sized chariot started burning out of thin air, and white flames penetrated the void, blasting open a special passage.

At the end of the passage, there is a light door with a pattern of two dragons holding the sun imprinted on it, which looks magical and extraordinary.