Reflect the world

Chapter 408 Dragon Yin (Second Change)

"Ok?"

Tang Xuanming stopped suddenly. Wang Long, who had been paying attention to Tang Xuanming's movements, stood still at that moment, while Wang Ming took a half-beat slower and took a step forward. He almost walked in front of Tang Xuanming before he realized it.

He glanced left and right, then immediately took a step back, side by side with Wang Taki, not daring to take a breath.

"What's the matter? Brother, is there something wrong with the situation?"

"Don't you feel that the surrounding temperature is a bit high?"

"It seems a bit, what's wrong? Isn't it right?"

Before entering the ancient battlefield of the Devil's Plain, Wang Long was repeatedly told by the elders of the family that the Devil's Plain was an extremely dangerous place.

Although there are countless opportunities hidden, the dangers are always dormant. Most of the terrifying killing moves left in the ancient battlefields were destroyed by the forgotten supernatural powers. The supernatural powers that can flow back with time are rare after all.

But the thought of going upstream with time still exists, and the remnants of the powerful monsters in the ancient battlefield should not be underestimated.

The vicious and cunning demon boy cannot be ignored.

Be sure to be careful at all times.

Wang Long had done this before, but after meeting Tang Xuanming, all his vigilance was thrown away.

Every time he encountered danger, he didn't need to react, and he even made a move before he noticed Tang Xuanming.

So this time Tang Xuanming stopped to remind him that something was wrong, and when he raised his head and looked forward, his eyes widened.

"Oh my God!"

The Devil's Plain was originally peaceful, with emerald green trees everywhere, nothing like the battlefield relics in the eyes of normal people. If it weren't for the historical records, no one would believe that the most tragic and terrifying battle broke out here.

The mountains that stretched for tens of thousands of miles were originally green, but now, the familiar green did not meet Wang Taki's eyes, what caught his eyes was a black ash stretching for hundreds of miles.

In this emerald green scene, such a black death isolation belt suddenly appeared, which made people feel strange and ominous.

The dry trees and leaves formed a long trail of ashes. Wang Ming walked over in disbelief, and reached out to touch a thin trunk that was hugged by several people.

Before the hand touched the tree, the sound of the wind had already caused the tree, which was still intact at that moment, to fly ashes all over the sky, scattered, and it seemed that a black cloud had fallen around the three of them.

boom!
A slight wind blew through the trees that had experienced terrible disasters, as if they had touched the dominoes. Countless smoke and dust flew up, and it seemed that a hundred-mile-long dragon rose from the forest.

puff!
The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground made Tang Xuanming tilt his head, and what he saw and heard made his pupils contract.

Not far from him, three charred skeletons fell to the ground, splashing black ash all over the ground.

"It's a human race, and it's three powerful human races."

Wang Long looked serious, looking at the three bones that had been burned to black with a sad expression.

"Two of six-fold and one of seven-fold, this kind of strength should not be underestimated in a young person's lifetime."

Wang Ming pointed to the chests of the three skeletons, and a clear pattern was left on the one closest to the heart.

The two bones left six different blood-colored lines, while the other bone left seven, which is also the basis for Wang Ming's judgment.

"The power of their bloodlines is already very strong, and they have begun to feed back on themselves. The bones closest to the heart where the bloodlines originate have begun to change."

Wang Long took a closer look at the surrounding environment, and judged decisively: "None of the three showed signs of resistance. They were killed in an instant, and they are the most top-blooded existences in the monster clan."

"The worst is the bloodline of the eighth level, at the level of the Golden Winged Roc."

"No, the monster race of the eighth level can't do such a terrible lethality."

Wang Ming denied Wang Long's judgment, pointed to the black ashes stretching for hundreds of miles, and said: "The monster race at the eighth level of bloodline may kill them in one blow without warning, but it is impossible to have such a destructive attack." the power of."

"You mean..."

Wang Long opened his mouth wide. In fact, he made a judgment immediately after seeing the terrifying scene. He had a guess in his heart, but he just didn't confirm it.

"Yes, you guessed it right, it is the existence with the highest bloodline among the monster clan, a terrifying existence that is on par with the bloodline of the Ant Emperor."

"Looking at such a scene, there is no doubt that it is of the fire attribute. The monster attributes of the highest level of blood will not have obvious deviations. They can easily control the attributes of the five elements."

"But there seems to be only one kind of destructive flame fluctuation like this one that meets this level."

Wang Ming and Wang Long looked at each other, and said it in unison.

"Three-legged Golden Crow!"

"You mean the Demon Queen appeared here?"

The two nodded and looked at Tang Xuanming, waiting for Tang Xuanming's treatment.

A group of top talents of the human race came here for the blood of the Demon Emperor, but after truly seeing the power of the Demon Queen's generation, they retreated on the spot.

It is not a level of existence at all, and there is no possibility of confrontation.

Just the lingering aura here makes them feel oppressed, not to mention colliding with the three-legged Golden Crow head-on.

Tang Xuanming didn't feel uncomfortable, but at this moment, her mood was extremely strange.

Standing on this piece of land that was probably scorched by the sun's golden flames, feeling the remaining breath of the three-legged Golden Crow, a different emotion rose in his heart for no reason.

"This feeling……"

Tang Xuanming carefully savored the emotion rolling in his chest, and what he felt was anger.

It was as if the Beastmaster was provoked by other ferocious beasts, and he seemed to hold his breath in his chest, unable to vomit.

Tang Xuanming's face turned red from holding back, and the heart was beating thumping in his chest.

The four real dragons kept wandering, the three real dragons were illusory and unreal, and the one cyan real dragon condensed like substance. When Tang Xuanming's emotional accumulation reached its peak, that dragon suddenly opened its mouth.

"Yan!"

A huge dragon chant came from Tang Xuanming's mouth, and Wang Long, who was beside him, fell to his knees with a plop. Wang Ming barely struggled, and also fell to the ground.

Feeling an irresistible coercion blooming around them, they instinctively surrendered under this majesty, and then they fell to the ground.

"Yan!"

The sound of the dragon chant was low and loud, spreading continuously along the mountain forest.

Hundreds of miles away, a blond-haired boy suddenly stopped, turned his head to look in Tang Xuanming's direction, showed a surprised expression, and murmured: "Did the Demon Emperor be born back then? How could there be such a terrible thing?" roar?"

From the other direction outside the forest, the young man with black hair and black eyes, without the slightest blood mutation on his appearance, listened intently, with an incredulous look on his face.

"Has a real dragon ever died in battle in the Devil's Plain? There is no corresponding record in the palace!"

(End of this chapter)