Watch Out! Danger Ahead

　　 The Heavenly Jade Sword that was originally contained in the dantian was about to move, and the dragon soul sensed the similar aura, and Song Qing's little spiritual sense could feel a golden dragon in the sword body quickly roaming.

However, it was born from the blue blood in Song Qing's body, and from the same blood with her. At this time, after sensing a similar breath, it did not have any sense of wanting to get close, but gave birth to a good wave. Fighting mentality, eager to fly out.

　　 The blue blood seal itself is the fusion of the dragon's blood, which has evolved to the phenomenon of reversion, and the evolution potion. The ultimate purpose of the blue blood itself is to create the legendary'Nuwa'.

　　 Therefore, the strength and growth of this blue blood is even more powerful than the average ancient great demon-the true dragon.

Although the dragon soul born with blue blood has no entity, its bloodline and rank are much higher than that of the ancient true dragon on the basis of innate. The dragon soul immediately felt as if it had been provoked by a low-level similar kind, and couldn't wait to suppress it.

　　 want to come out! Want to come out!

　　 Within the soul, the dragon soul gave out such a thought.

　　 Song Qingxiao couldn't laugh or cry.

　　 Xiaolong’s soul is derived from her seal. It has the same blood source as her, and he has a natural sense of closeness to her, and there is no barrier between the soul.

Especially after the dragon soul and the sword of Zhu Tian were merged into one, she became even more intimate. She sensed the thoughts from the dragon soul, and she could only'see' the transparent sword body floating in her dantian into one at this time. The shadow of the tail golden dragon was anxiously looping back and forth in the same place, trying to urge Young Song Qing to release it.

　　 She separated a hint of thought to comfort the pocket-sized and lovely golden dragon shadow, and at the same time communicated with Su Wu in the spirit:

　　 "Senior also felt it?"

　　 "Hmm." Su Wu responded, and then sighed:

　　 "The drum body is framed with dragon bones, and the dragon skin is the membrane. It is urged by a certain power of thought. The black dragon's powerful monster energy is sealed in the drum. It is no wonder that such a big battle took place under one hammer."

　　 At this reminder, Song Qingxiao also set his sights on the two drums.

　　 In fact, she felt that the drum was a little weird at first, but only after Su Wuyi said it did she discover the specialness of the drum.

　　 The texture on the black film is very special, and indeed there are still traces of scale armor.

A faint black evil spirit covers the drum body. Every time the soul-suppressing people strike with a dragon bone and the drumhead bounces, the black spirit of the big demon turns into a black dragon roar, directly hitting human consciousness. The sea and the soul orifice.

　　 "There is a problem with the drum."

Xiang Si didn't know the existence of Su Wu. At this moment, he suffered a loss, and saw the black air on the drum body diffuse, forming a continuous black mist, and his face showed a vigilant color and instinct. The head dodges.

　　 The black giant python is her natal soul beast, if it is other mental attacks, she can resist it.

But this dragon soul aura happens to be the nemesis of the black giant python raised in Hunan. The rank difference between the python and the dragon is too much. The inherent suppression between this monster beast is carved into its blood. In the heritage.

　　 Even if the black dragon is dead, only the broken skin and bones are left, but the movement created has already made Xiang Sibei feel pressured.

　　 At this moment, she thought of the dragon chant that she had known before, and she felt lingering in her heart, and her hands and feet trembled.

　　 Under that kind of coercion, even if her natal black demon python desperately died before, it was suppressed at the moment.

　　 The war hasn't started yet, and the situation seems to be bad for her.

　　 She approached Song Qingxiao and whispered the problem with the drum, and then she heard Song Qingxiao nod her head:

　　 "The drum is made by the real dragon and monster body."

　　 The Soul Suppression Clan accompanied the Yellow Emperor to slay the dragon. After the dragon died, the body should have fallen into the hands of the Soul Suppression Clan.

　　 After obtaining these nine black dragon bones, the soul-suppressing people of that year peeled their skins and broke their bones to make these two giant drums. As soon as the sound was struck, the residual breath of the dragon radiated, which was breathtaking.

　　 Xiang Si heard her say this, although her face was not visible, but she was a little horrified in her heart.

　　 The great demon that exists in ancient legends, with the strength to disregard Jiuyou, does not seem to be false.

That Jiulong has been in ruin for many years, and there are only a few remaining soul thoughts that shouldn’t be a climate logically, but at this moment, it’s too terrifying that the giant drum made from the remains of its bones can have such a mighty power after being beaten. .

　　 This time the task is a bit difficult. The "Dragon King" has not yet appeared, and Xiang Si has been deterred by the sound of the drum, feeling a little bit embarrassed in his heart.

　　 "Are you sure?"

　　 When she said this, she laughed softly at herself:

　　 "You tell me, I have a lot of methods, but..." Xiang Si didn't say the rest, but the meaning in the words was obvious.

　　 She has many methods, but she is not very proficient in everything, and she has no particularly powerful supernatural powers.

　　If you are fighting against people, there are many tricks, and then relying on the middle-level cultivation base of the infant transformation is enough.

　　 But if she encounters an extremely tyrannical opponent, none of her methods are enough to defeat the enemy, and those multiple and complicated methods are actually inferior.

　　 This is also why Xiang Si began to worry after seeing Fan Wu's strength.

Now the Soul Clan has moved out the giant drums cast by these two evil dragon bones. The oppression of the dragon has already made Xiang Si feel uneasy, and his strength has been greatly affected. Now he has only hoped on his ally, Song Qingxiao. Up.

　　 She once killed Fan Wu and stunned him. She still dare not show her face. Whether it is the little blue lamp or the magic weapon that can transform the dragon, the aura is extraordinary.

　　 If her means can defeat the enemy and win, Xiang Si can feel at ease.

　　 This is the biggest secret in her heart. She has been concealing it before, and she didn't say it until she was really nervous.

　　 Song Qing gave her a meaningful look, and after seeing Xiang Si's heart hairy, she said:

　　 "Look at it then."

"This……"

What does it mean? Xiangsi is a little confused.

What she said did not sound like a very sure guarantee, like the previous attitude towards No. 5, and she did not seem to be panicked. When she was puzzled, she saw the soul-suppressing clan standing on both sides of the holy temple. Raise the drum again and hit it hard!

'boom--'

The skin on the drum surface vibrated crazily, and the lingering black air was bounced. With the low horn of "Woo", under the bright lights, several black air bands visible to the naked eye were formed, entangled with each other and swept the air. .

Those black qi flew up, Xiang Si had to deal with the pressure of the sea of ​​knowledge, and was extremely afraid of the black qi in front of her. Seeing the qi that was like a dragon, she instinctively tilted her head. Dodge.

　　 Just listening to the sound of the ‘swish’ of the air current, an extremely cold current blew across her face, and the powerful demonic energy corroded her skin when it passed by, causing a tingling pain.

　　 The roar of the dragon seemed to be heard by his ears, and then the roar of the ‘boom’ wrapped Chu Rong and the others behind them.

　　 After Song Qingxiao opened the divine realm, his divine consciousness was tempered and became much stronger.

In addition, she is the body of Nuwa, the tyrannical body and the power of the blood source much higher than the black dragon body makes her not so much affected by the pressure of the dragon soul like Xiang Si, so she is seeing the black energy passing through When the two of them were sideways, they instinctively looked back and saw that after the black aura entangled Chu Rong and the others, the weird black runes on these people's faces seemed to have been blessed, flashing with a coquettish luster, like Living thing.

　　 It seems that the black totems on the faces of Chu Rong and the others are actually related to the drum sound, like some kind of technique blessed by secret arts, which may increase their energy.

　　 Thinking like this in her heart, a gentle voice sounded in the middle of the holy temple:

　　 "Miss Song."

　　 Song Qingxiao suppressed the guess in his heart and turned his head.

　　 Under this look, Song Qingxiao suddenly raised his eyebrows.

　　 In the middle of the holy temple, Yichang did not know when he appeared.

　　 At this moment, he was completely different from his previous outfits. He took off the thick twelve-layer skirt on his body, instead putting on a large black skirt on the floor.

　　 On the great cloak, there are parallel embroidered dark patterns about the size of a coin, and under the lights, a layer of gorgeous brilliance flows above the dark patterns.

　　 He held a tall bone stick that was about two meters and five meters away. A magical power surged in the bone stick, antagonizing the demonic spirit that permeated the Yulun Void Realm.

　　 At this time, Yichang wore a crown hat on his head, with silk strands hanging down on both sides, falling on his chest.

　　 Although he has been decent and well-dressed since Song Qingxiao entered the Yulun Void Realm and saw Yichang, he has never looked so grand like this time.

　　 may be the reflection of light, the dark lines of the big cloak on his body overflow with faint brilliance, forming a halo, covering his face like a haze.

　　 The big cloak was worn on him, showing that his shoulders were extremely wide, and the light pulled his figure in the direction of the holy temple, stretching it very long.

　　He stood there, like a warrior about to go into battle, giving people a powerful aura of being one-man and one-man.

　　 "Yichang?"

As Young General Song Qing called out his name, he slowly walked forward two steps, and the dark lines on the cloak he wore on his body seemed to come alive when he walked around, and when he swayed slightly, he made a light impact of'Kaka'. ring.

Until this moment, Song Qingxiao saw that the dark patterns on his large cloak were not embroidered with silk threads, but pieces of polished scales, which were woven on the large cloak with special silk threads. .

　　 There was a mysterious brilliance flowing on the scales, Song Qingxiao did not know why, and his eyes fell on the giant drums on both sides of the steps.

　　 This drum body is made of dragon skin, and the carapace scales on the skin have already been torn off.

The ancient monsters, skin, blood, flesh, bones and even scales are all treasures. Since people in the Yulun Void Realm use dragon skin and dragon bones as their heavy drums, could it be that the cloak worn on Yichang's body is also woven from dragon scales. from?

　　 Thinking of this idea in her heart, she turned her gaze to Yichang's face.

　　 As soon as he walked out, he threw the light in the holy temple to the shadow behind him, revealing his face.

　　 What made Song Qingxiao a little surprised was that Yichang at this time was a little ‘different’ from the previous one.

Unlike Chu Rong and the others, whose faces are covered with black mysterious totems, almost covering their entire faces. At this moment, Yichang's face is clean, without any coquettish totems, which twists and turns on him. Against the backdrop of the black brilliance of the robe, his face was as pale as paper.

　　 The reason why he is different from before is not because his appearance has changed.

　　 Song Qingxiao was extremely impressed when he first met him.

　　 He stood under the pavilion and led a group of people from the Zhenhun clan, waiting for the arrival of Uncle Xiang and others.

　　 At that time, the Yichang was at most two decades old, his black hair was tied in his hair crown like a cloud, his face was like a crown jade, his demeanor was elegant, and he looked like a handsome young man in an ancient painting.

　　 At this time, Yichang still looks like him, but he seems to be twenty or thirty years old all of a sudden in these few days!

　　His temples are pale, his face is no longer the appearance of a teenager, and the folds around his eyes show wind and frost. At this moment, Yichang looks at least fifty years old!

　　 "Yeah!"

　　 Xiang Si, who was disturbed by the sound of drums, was protecting the sea of ​​consciousness with divine consciousness. After returning to his senses, he turned his head and looked over. The moment he saw Yichang, he let out an exclamation.

　　 Song Qing's eyes turned sharply. Yichang has changed a lot today. Could these changes have something to do with the "Dragon King Festival"?

　　 When she thought of this, she only heard the sound of footsteps. Chu Rong and others passed her and Xiangsi forward, and stopped under the steps that were five or six meters away from Yi Changyue.

　　 "My father, my lord."

　　 "My grandfather."

　　 "My grandfather."

　　 Chu Rong and the others bowed down and bowed, and gave a very grand gift.

　　 Yichang on the steps has grown older, and his cheeks look thinner than he was when he was a teenager.

　　 Without the romantic freehand brushwork of adolescence, on the contrary, it has a bit more sharp edge.

It may be that today is the Dragon King Sacrifice. Chu Rong and the others did not pretend to be the same as before, but directly exposed the relationship between themselves and the others and Yichang~www.wuxiaspot.com~My father..." Chu Rong raised his head, his tone choked, and there was still water in his eyes staring at Yi Chang:

"you……"

　　 "Get up." Yichang's expression did not change, but he looked at him lightly: "The distinguished guest is still there, don't let the distinguished guest read the joke."

Several gasps sounded, and the people in black skirts who were kneeling behind Chu Rong heard what Yichang said, as if they let out a forbearing sob, but everyone still listened to his words very much. After falling, and Chu Rong stood up one after another.

　　 Yichang's gaze crossed the children and grandchildren, and fell on Song Qingxiao. Although she didn't say a word, his eyes seemed to have guessed what she was thinking.

　　 "Miss Song, this is what I really look like." He sighed, "It's been more than a thousand years. It's been a long time since I've been so relaxed."

　　 The big cloak woven with dragon scales makes a heavy and abnormal sound, and every time it takes a step, it makes a crisp sound.

His age is compared with that of the young "Yichang". He looks 20 or 30 years old. He is not dressed in such a heavy cloak at his age, but Yichang said that he'has not been like this for a long time. It's easy'.

　　 Song Qing was carefully guessing the meaning of his words, and Chu Rong and the others started crying again after hearing what he said.

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