Long Junchen took a deep breath, his eyes slowly closed, and the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness began to spread out like a tide. Long Junchen slowly spread his spiritual consciousness. Through the feelings of spiritual consciousness, Long Junchen discovered that the Demon Dragon Fallen coming out from the ground was like a piece of dead metal, without any breath, but its sacred feeling was very obvious, with a simple and deep feeling.

Long Junchen carefully observed the pure white scepter. Its long handle was about one meter, as thick as a child's arm. Below pure white, you can only vaguely see a layer of black fine lines on it, which is very inconspicuous, but it seems to hide some strange energy.

Long Junchen knew that he could no longer hesitate. Those outside were observing the situation inside. Once they found that the Demon Dragon Fall had been released, it would inevitably set off a new round of bloody storm. It would be better to take advantage of the moment that the people outside were still not sure what the situation inside, and he took advantage of the chaos to put the Demon Dragon Fall into his bag. Although this magic weapon was somewhat heavier with his breath, Long Junchen decided to let go. He shouted loudly, took a big step, and came to the front of the Demon Dragon Fall. He raised his hands and held it hard on the long handle of the white scepter.

The feeling of electric shock spread throughout the body, and a terrifying pressure like a tide surged out of the white scepter. The sacred pressure I felt before actually appeared in my palm. However, what made Long Junchen feel a little magical was that the black texture on the long handle seemed to be completely in line with the palm, the lines and the direction of the palm lines flowing, and the slightly inconsistent lines seemed to be slowly twisting, gradually consistent with Long Junchen's palm lines, as if this divine weapon was tailor-made for Long Junchen. What surprised Long Junchen was that the long handle was actually warm, and blood seemed to flow inside. Is this an ancient-level divine weapon?

However, the only thing Long Junchen had a little worry was that he could feel that the dragon blood in his body was very resistant to the sacred energy like white divine brilliance, just like two energy sources of white and red began to hedge in Long Junchen's body. He forced himself to calm down, groaned, and suppressed the irritable and uneasy dragon blood in his body. He was not a dragon transformer, so he would not be controlled by the dragon blood casually. On the contrary, before swallowing the blood disaster crystal, Long Junchen could better control the dragon blood in his body, and pressed the dragon blood to death.

Sweat began to appear at Long Junchen's temples. The white light of the Demon Dragon Falling became even more dazzling. Rounds of more powerful pressure began to surge into Long Junchen's body. At this time, Long Junchen felt that his legs were as heavy as a mountain. It was extremely difficult to lift them up. There was a voice in his heart that seemed to be roaring at him, asking him to let go of the hand holding the Demon Dragon Falling, but he still did not give up. The dragon blood that was rapidly moving in his body surged like an explosion of magma.

The pressure under his body has begun to make his bones sound. It seems that if he is not careful, he may break at any time. But the more powerful Long Junchen exerted, the more terrifying the pressure he was under. The next second, a lightning flashed in Long Junchen's mind, and he suddenly realized something!

"If the dragon blood resists the fall of the Demon Dragon, the energy of the Blood Crystal should be very happy to accept it. The so-called enemy is a friend. Since the essence and blood of thousands of beasts resists the blood blood, I may be able to..." Long Junchen thought of this and simply put away the dragon blood in his body and released all the energy of the Blood Crystal that had been suppressed by himself before and had not been completely absorbed by himself. Long Junchen made up his mind and used the power of the Blood Crystal to absorb and refine the fall of the Demon Dragon!

The moment the Blood Crystal Stone was untied and suppressed by Long Junchen, a blood-colored red light burst out from Long Junchen's eyebrows, wrapped around the Demon Dragon's Fallen, and one white and one red began to tangle and blend. At the moment the Blood Crystal Stone shone, Long Junchen only felt that the pressure that made him breathless suddenly decreased. Two hot temperatures passed into his body along his meridians and swept through his whole body in an instant. The Demon Dragon's Fallen in his hand seemed to tremble, and an extremely excited mood came from it, as if he had found his own kind. Then, starting from the place where Long Junchen held both hands, a faint red color began to spread. On the originally pure white long handle, a trace of red patterns began to spread with the release of the white breath, like the drop of bright red rose petals on the jade man's Luo Fan.

The hot air flow that was transmitted into Long Junchen's body returned. In an instant, Long Junchen felt that what he held in his hands was no longer a long metal handle, but lava, extremely hot lava.

The high temperature made him scream, but his hand still held the long handle strongly. At this time, Long Junchen had a feeling that if he had let go now, he would never be able to hold the long handle again. The white breath began to rise from Long Junchen's trembling hands in a slight pain, which was no longer enough to describe Long Junchen's feeling at this time. First, he felt the high temperature, then another inexplicable coldness, and then, it seemed that his hands had lost consciousness. Long Junchen seemed to firmly hold the Demon Dragon's Falcon completely with a stream of inertia!

The Demon Dragon Fallen emitted a strange aura again. This time, Long Junchen trembled all over, as if he had regained his sense of the two flesh palms. However, the next second, Long Junchen regretted that he had taken back the dominance of his palms again, because the hot feeling kept coming, making Long Junchen begin to tremble in pain, as if the Demon Dragon Fallen was deliberately making Long Junchen feel the temperature of his palms, making him feel pain. A trace of blood had already overflowed from his palms and immersed in the black and golden patterns on the long handle.

?Long Junchen gritted his teeth, and his bones seemed to be about to be bitten by Long Junchen. He shouted loudly, and his arms were pressing hard at the same time, holding the Demon Dragon's Fall tightly. The strength of the cultivation level of the Demigod Realm exploded. The overflowing energy of the Blood Crack Stone was running wildly like a furnace, and even his bones crackled.
Chapter completed!