Starting From the Dragon Clan To Penetrate the World

　　 It is difficult for anyone to enter this sea of ​​flowers, let alone a young girl?

　　 But these flowers didn't stop her, wherever she went, the flowers were changed, like welcoming the king.

　　 Could it be that the three-generation species has long awakened, turned into a little girl in Khoikoy, and has been hiding in the tribe?

　　Bob was horrified. Standing in front of him may be a noble three-generation pure-blood dragon!

　　 But the next moment, he overthrew his thoughts again, but the panic on his face did not go away, because the ground under his feet was shaking!

　　 Along with his struggle, and the little girl's exclaim, the ground cracked and churned, and a bronze coffin rose from the ground.

　　 At this moment, the sky is roaring with thunder, and the sea of ​​flowers is waving and dancing, like playing a grand ceremony song for the coming of the king!

In a short period of time, thunderclouds spread, heavy rain poured down, and the sea of ​​flowers grew wildly moistened by the rain, and the flower branches that had been cut off on the other side began to regenerate, and the swaying flower branches stretched to the sky, as if for the bronze coffin. The existence in the world came and cheered, and it was like a sinner in **** reaching out to grab the door of heaven!

　　 And before Bob was rolled up by the branch and lifted into the sky, he subconsciously hugged the little girl. The master of the bronze coffin is three generations, so what is this little girl?

He once learned in the courses of the academy that certain noble pure-blood dragons need sacrifices when they wake up, special sacrifices, which are the bloodline of the back hand that they have arranged long ago, and they have been passed on for thousands of years among the hidden tribes. And the blood of these sacrifices is often admired and awed by people in the tribe, revered as wizards, and offered as witches!

　　The wizards or witches organize sacrifices during the long years before the dragon clan wakes up, praying that the gods will bring them smooth weather, accept the respect and cheers of people, and during this time they will forget their original mission...until the noble existence awakens.

　　They will become the most devout believers of God and perform the grand sacrifice, and the sacrifice will be themselves.

　　Bob understood why this little girl was not blocked by the sea of ​​flowers. She ran towards the **** of nature she believed in, but she did not know that she was throwing into the arms of death.

She thinks that those flowers respect her as a princess to make way for her, but she does not know that the guards are sending sacrifices to the altar. The swaying branches are indeed rejoicing and jumping, but it is not for the girl, but for the sacrifice. Delivered, praise for their king is about to recover!

　　 "We were wrong, we were wrong."

　　 Bob whispered, he didn't know what he said to his companion on the public channel, but he was still talking to himself.

　　 In recent years, the Secret Party has conquered several three generations of species, and he was fortunate to have watched it once and believed that the power of the hybrids combined with technology has become stronger, and the three generations are not a concern.

But he forgot that the crusade he had seen was a three-generation species that had been sealed for thousands of years. The coffin was like an iron and a woman in a torture instrument. Thousands of steel thorns penetrated the once noble body. When He woke up Far from being a perfect state, the weak is less than one-tenth of the strength of the heyday!

　　 And what they are going to crusade now is a three-generation cocooned species. After thousands or even thousands of years of sleep, his power may have been restored to its peak!

　　 Now that noble existence just needs a grand ceremony to announce his return to the world.

　　 And the song of the ceremony will be played with the wailing of life, and the fireworks of praise will be the blood mist floating under the moon.

　　 The bronze coffin opened slowly, and Bob stared at him with wide eyes. He did not dare to deviate a bit. He may be dying today, but he has to see exactly what he was dying in!

　　As the lid of the coffin was opened, he finally heard the song the little girl said. It was like a song from the ancient times, melodious and beautiful, and revealing endless loneliness.

　　 The existence in the bronze coffin sits up, the sky is full of thunder, the rain falls violently, and the sea of ​​flowers is like a demon in troubled times, dancing and welcoming his arrival.

　　 In the command room, Putel looked gloomy, opened the communication, and initiated a call to the headquarters of the executive department on the other side of the ocean: "This three-generation is beyond imagination, start the backup plan first, just in case."

　　 The executive department never fights unprepared battles. Even if they are only a survey team, they have a preparation plan for emergencies!

　　 The nearest US garrison base here has two F-35 stealth joint fighter jets, which have already taken off with alchemy missiles.

　　 At the same time, he repeatedly urged to ask where their S-level ace commissioner was.

　　 If this matter cannot be solved by the S-level, the secret party will let the dragons see the power of science and technology! This is the desert of South Africa. There are no civilians where the target is. They are brazen!

　　 On Bob's side, he was holding a "civilian" in his arms, and a series of mutations made him forget to report to it, but it didn't matter anymore. Soon he and the little girl would die in the hands of the third generation.

　　 In the bronze coffin, three thousand blue silks are scattered, draped on blue silk made of unknown material. The silk has not faded even after thousands of years, and outlines the enchanting figure of a woman like a flower branch.

Thousands of years have not left any marks on the woman’s face. The polished skin is illuminated by the fluorescence of the sea of ​​flowers, like a fine jade, and the almost perfect features make people sigh the eccentricity of God, no, She is one of the gods!

　　 Bob saw the golden pupil that he had never seen before. The dazzling light was like the only one in the world~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The wind roared and the sea of ​​flowers boiled. If this is a tribute, the prelude to the climax has come to an end.

The woman’s lips were lightly opened, and the melodious voice of ancient singing came from her mouth. Her gaze looked at Bob and the girl who were entangled in the air by flowers and branches. For a moment, Bob felt the majesty overwhelmingly, that is Mount Tarzan. , It's a frenzy!

　　 He can't look at this noble being at all, and the other party is not looking at him, but at the girl in his arms.

Sarah finally noticed something. The blood of her body was pulling her, but she was panicked. She looked at that beautiful sister who wanted to kneel down and bow her head. The unstoppable sense of worship washed over her brain. But more intense emotions overwhelmed this feeling-it was fear.

"Wow--"

　　 Sarah finally couldn't help crying, at this moment she didn't want to see the **** of nature, she didn't want to be a wizard anymore.

　　Bob also smiled bitterly, saying that you know you are crying at this time, so it's useful for farts!

　　 Fortunately, he saw hope, and the commissioners arrived. The cold light and clear weapons split the flowers, and the pairs of golden pupils lit up, looking at the noble woman.

　　 For a while, everyone felt the sense of surrender brought about by the suppression of the body's blood. If they were not all A-level elites, they might have been unable to hold the sword at this time!

　　 The woman lowered her head slightly, glanced at these mixed races, frowned slightly, how honorable she was, and at this time some untouchables raised swords and soldiers to her!

　　 These humble fire thieves should kowtow in front of her!

　　 Zhu's lips lightly opened, and the invisible realm opened.

　　 The commissioners froze before starting the attack, and their weaker knees began to bend. As the field strengthened, someone finally fell to the ground without being able to bear it.

　　 Yan Ling. King Power!