Eight thousand feet in the sky, Qi Lung looked down at the former Zhongwu land, and could still vaguely see traces of the Nine Dragons.

The former 'Nine Dragons Seizing the Son' was sealed in this land in a special way; this also resulted in the fact that although it has been integrated into the world, this place is still a unique place.

"Is this intentional? What does Daozu want to do?" Qi Lung pondered carefully, and the scenes from the past reappeared one after another.

From the first time I met Yu Laodao, this one seemed to be looking for something. Now that I think about it, it probably has nothing to do with me. After all, the other top ten in the world can't find me, and this Taoist clone shouldn't be able to find him either.

own traces.

After all, if he had recognized himself from the beginning, I am afraid that the true form of Dao Ancestor would have arrived immediately.

It has nothing to do with him, so there are only two directions, one is Qi Huangyue, the first demon king of Zhong Wu, or the ancient Buddha of Ran Deng.

While Qi Lung was thinking, none of the two great generals of Xue Kingdom, including the thousands of murderous cavalrymen who could make children stop crying in Xue Kingdom, dared to speak.

Without it, transforming a mountain into a dragon, stretching across tens of thousands of miles, without seeing the dragon's tail from behind and mountains and rivers from below. This method is really shocking to the point of speechlessness.

Even if all the spiritual masters in the world try their best, they may not be able to resort to such measures.

Xue Xiaosan's forehead was covered with beads of sweat. He struggled for a long time before he couldn't help but say: "Your Majesty wants to see Emperor Wu, but I don't know why?"

"The Martial Emperor is the number one martial artist here. Every martial arts master is proud to challenge him. Why, can't I challenge him?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Xue Xiaosan said with a strong smile. For him, Emperor Wu was an unattainable mountain, but the person in front of him was the entire world.

You can't see its top, you can't see its depth.

"What generation is your Emperor Wu of Xue State now?" Qi Lung asked.

According to his memory, a demigod can live for at least three decades, but if he wants to be able to fight, he still has to be at his peak.

Xue Ting and Xue Xiaosan looked at each other and were silent for a moment. Xue Ting took the initiative and said: "Emperor Xue has no heirs and no harem. To us, he is an idiot who focuses on martial arts."

"Idiot——"

Qi Long's expression suddenly flashed with confusion, and then he stopped talking.

The Kingdom of Xue is a holy land for warriors, and the martial capital of the Kingdom of Xue is a holy land among holy lands. Here, even hawkers and tea drinkers have superb martial arts, their blood and courage are stimulated, and the entire martial capital transpires with their will, like

A steaming boiler, even if it is an expert in the soul of one calamity and two calamities, the soul will probably be destroyed here.

Only on this day, in the sky, a dragon crossed the void, grasping the south city wall with its left claw, and grasping the barracks outside the north city wall with its right claw, with its head lowered.

At this moment, the hearts of countless warriors were shattered. Even after many years, boxing gods could not evolve into boxing skills.

Because the dragon is in the sky!

"Is this the human world? It's interesting. It feels very familiar."

"It's a familiar feeling, Dragon Ancestor. It seems like you have never been to the human world."

"Haha, I have indeed never been here, but more than two hundred years ago, someone seemed to have called me in a daze while I was sleeping, and I seemed to have responded."

"Speaking of which, I have been sleeping for a long time, almost three hundred thousand years. Ever since the invasion of the alien gods, I have been in a deep sleep, and I almost can't wake up."

At the east gate of the city, two old men who looked like they had escaped from famine were squatting under the corner of the city wall, cracking melon seeds and chatting casually. From time to time, someone would drop a copper plate and quickly nod and bow, thanking them.

It wasn't until Tianlong came and the huge pressure suppressed Wudu that everyone fell into panic. The two of them stood up as if no one else was around, patted their dirty robes, counted the coins with a smile on their faces, and put them in their sleeves.

The other one swallowed the broad beans in three or two mouthfuls.

"Let's go, the rightful owner has arrived, Old Long."

"You decide, God."

The dragon's head hangs low, blocking out the sky and the sun. The huge open space in front of Chaotian Palace is completely covered.

The next moment, thousands of bows and arrows were shot out. Each arrow was as thick as an arm, and the crossbow was not fired by foot, but by the warrior using his own energy and blood to pull the bow. The bow string was made from dragon sinew soaked and sun-dried seven times and twisted.

The royal court of a warrior is far more dangerous than a normal court. Each of these thousands of thick arrows is shot by a master, and can penetrate stone and crack gold.

Xue Ting and Xue Xiaosan were also frightened by the black arrows, wondering which bastard gave the order, even I shot them.

However, this cloud of arrows stopped in mid-air within a few breaths.

The next moment, the stone dragon under his feet seemed to have been polished with a layer of golden light. The golden light flashed across it, and violent breathing sounded, like thunder. Affected by this, the scales slowly opened, revealing the skin between the flesh.

Scale roots.

The stone skin turned into flesh little by little, and the stone dragon turned into a real dragon!

The next moment, the real dragon roared, as big as thunder!

Thousands of masters suffered mental breakdowns!

Deep in the palace, an emperor wearing armor slowly stood up from the dragon throne.

He felt the long-lost excitement.

"Oh, the guy Daozu wants us to deal with seems to have some skills. Old Long, his methods are a bit like yours."

The old man named 'Old Dragon' raised his head and stared at the mighty dragon in the sky with his dim eyes. He sniffed and pinched his nose hard. Then he wiped his companion's sleeves, and lines of scales flashed.

And passed away.

"It's quite similar. Why, could he also be transformed by the ancient dragon vein? Do I have a brother like this?"

The dragon's head slowly lowered, Qi Long walked in front, and Luo Lingying followed behind, her face flushed with excitement, and her mood was hard to describe.

But there was one thing she knew, and that was how those dragon scales, dragon claws, and dragon stones were conceived in the hinterland of the Black Mountain.

Looking at their backs, Xue Xiaosan and Xue Ting looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment.

In this world of martial arts, they are inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people. They have come to the fore in countless life-and-death battles. They have also planned countless conspiracies and become the masterminds behind the changes in the martial arts world. But now,

Yet they felt at a loss.

It feels like the master introduced them into the world of martial arts for the first time when they were very young.

Looking around, the mountain is too high to reach its top!

Qi Lung walked into the huge palace. The furnishings of this palace were very similar to the Demon Palace in his memory, with carved pillars of mythical beasts and various large and ugly statues.

Qi Long felt the breath of ten demigods.

Next, ten Qi-blood meteors fell from the sky, and everything they passed exploded, even giving people a powerful deterrent like ancient monsters descending from the sky.

'Together with the two outside, there are twelve demigods, twelve, they look so similar, aren't they just high imitations of the Earth Army.'
Chapter completed!