Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

"die!"

A forty-meter big knife slashed through the 100-meter dragon's body, pulling out a long and narrow gap.

Blood rushed out from the crack, mixed in the rain, and spilled towards the ground. The warm blood rain brought this remnant back to life.

Grass seeds, broken wood, insects...

Watered by the rain of blood, vigorous vitality emerged.

Large swaths of dracaena broke through the surface, and the worms with dragon blood screamed in excitement, their skin and flesh cracked, and their flesh began to evolve.

"Puff!"

A dragon corpse fell to the ground, and the scarlet dragon eyes were still open in anger, seemingly unwilling, and the body twitched unconsciously.

"Peng!"

"puff!"

The blood rain fell.

The dragon head, dragon claws, and dragon scales splashed.

"Don't kill me!" Youlong roared in horror:

"I am willing to mate with you and share with you dragon blood, so that you can live a thousand years..."

"puff!"

The knife light passed, and the sound stopped abruptly.

Mo Qiu frowned and stood in the court, shook his head speechlessly:

"Begging for mercy, is it so weird?"

Immediately, he swept over the only two dragons of the Yao clan with a cold eye, and pointed to:

"Surrender!"

"Or die!"

"Surrender to the human race?" Shenlong roared, as if he had been humiliated and humiliated. With a frantic roar, it was wrapped in wind and thunder and slammed into it:

"dream!"

"That's it..." Mo Qiu was expressionless and nodded slightly:

"Then go to death!"

"Peng!"

The collision caused a series of loud noises.

I don't know how long it took, the dark clouds in the sky above the Jiang Clan cleared, Hao Ri reappeared, and vitality once again emerged in the ruins.

Nine-headed dragon corpses, stacked on top of each other.

Around the dragon corpse, a brand-new dragon pool was dug, fresh dragon blood bubbling from time to time, exuding an alluring breath.

The fifth-order and fourth-order clansmen who were seriously injured were all soaked in the pool, nourished by dragon blood.

Dragon,

The whole body is full of treasures.

Their huge bodies contain terrifying essences, but if they let out a little, it is enough for an ordinary person to reborn.

Nowadays, people who are soaked in dragon blood can almost recover as long as they are not severely injured and intractable.

and,

Strength can be increased.

The stand built by wooden rattan stands not far away, don't ask Dama Jindao to sit up and play with a bright silver spear in hand.

The expression changes from time to time.

This thing comes from the Xiangliu family.

The human race named Liu Qing is the family of Xiangliu, one of the eight heavenly dragons.

With the accompanying dragon soul, and the Dragon Transformation Technique has been cultivated to the eighth level, the dragon envoy who is expected to be the ninth level is no longer a pure human being.

Even in the line of Xiangliu, his status is not low.

"Patriarch!"

Jiang Yuan hurried over, stood down respectfully, and arched his hands:

"The young priest is back."

To Moqiu, the Jiang people are up and down now, and they have long regarded him as a god, and sincerely respect him, facing him is like facing a dragon god.

No!

More awe than facing the Dragon God.

After all, the dragon **** once worshipped by the Jiang Clan is not as strong as the current patriarch.

Moreover, Shenlongqiang is strong, but slightly ignorant. What the people fear is their strength, but the patriarch seems unpredictable.

Obviously sitting in front of him, but like a thin veil, separating the boundary between **** and man.

The other party is god!

He is just a mortal.

"Oh!"

Do not look up, and saw a familiar figure walking in the distance.

"Patriarch."

Vientiane scanned the dragon corpses in the field, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief after being surprised:

"After I learned the news, I rushed over immediately. Fortunately, the patriarch made a timely move, and the clansmen were innocent, otherwise...the consequences would be disastrous."

"Yeah." Moqiu nodded:

"How is your place?"

Beforehand, no one had expected that the Yao clan would suddenly attack, with only a few elite and dragons, neither of them were in the clan.

Mo Qiu went to the Falcons.

Vientiane went to other places.

"Fortunately not insulting one's life." Vientiane handed over:

"The hog clan has already surrendered, and two hog dragons have been inspired by the people who are willing to become the gods of our clan and are on their way."

"Oh!" Mo Qiu raised his eyebrows:

"Can you convince them?"

The hog clan dragon is ignorant, not much better than the columbine clan, the arrogant and non-Yao clan dragon is willing to surrender to the human clan.

how did you do that?

Although he also won the Phoenix Dragon, the Phoenix Dragon is considered to be an outlier among the low-level dragon clan, and when it comes to spiritual wisdom, it is much stronger than the human clan.

Like the dragons of the Yao clan, those who were killed by him were completely clean, and no one was willing to surrender.

"It's nothing more than the inspiration of the mind." Vientiane smiled lightly:

"It's not as powerful as the patriarch."

"Amazing." Mo Qiu praised, did not ask further, said:

"Next, I may have to retreat for a period of time. Without the Yao clan, it is difficult for the nearby clan to become a climate. You are responsible for taking down all of them."

"Retreat?" Vientiane looked up, his eyes suddenly lit up:

"Is the patriarch..."

"Are you going to break through?"

At this critical time, instead of presiding over the overall situation, they choose to retreat, unless the matter is so critical that it is more important than hundreds of thousands of people.

What's up?

It speaks for itself.

"It just happens to have some sentiment." Moqiu nodded:

"hope everything is fine."

"The patriarch has a profound background and unpredictable Taoism, this time he will definitely succeed." Vientiane was solemn, clinging to his hands and said:

"rest assured."

"I am here, the patriarch does not need to worry."

"You do things, I don't worry." Do not ask in a slow voice:

"However, I am afraid it will be a little troublesome."

With that, he threw the spear in his hand: Gu

"Look at this thing."

"Huh?" Vientiane stretched out his hand to take it, and his spirit swept towards the spear, his complexion changed, and a little panic appeared in his eyes:

"This thing..."

"Missing Spirit Tool!"

In the current world, there are very few spiritual weapons, and Taiyizong has two opinions.

Although the spear is broken and has long lost its power, the traces remaining on it also illustrate the original rank.

What can pierce the Ming Wang Jia, is it so general?

"Not bad." Moqiu nodded, stood up from his seat, and said with his hands on his back:

"Some time ago, Xiangliu Yulong, one of the eight heavenly dragons, came to the Yao clan, and I got this thing from that person."

"That person, his status is not low."

Vientiane frowned.

In other words, before they knew it, they had offended Xiangliu's line.

This is nine out of ten, with an ethnicity comparable to the existence of the Huashen Venerable, and there are no fewer dragons of the Yuan Ying level within it.

"The patriarch doesn't need to worry." After thinking about it, he said slowly:

"A little **** clan, I won't be in the eyes of Xiangliu's line. Even if they come, I can leave at any time if I can't beat them."

"Leave the green hills, and don't worry about not having firewood."

As for the tribe, scattered and disrupted, it is not worth the dragonborn's distraction and effort to find.

If it is not from the Xiangliu clan.

With the strength of the current Jiang Clan, Vientiane, which possesses many methods, is in charge, so there is no need to be afraid.

"I have the same idea." Moqiu nodded:

"It really doesn't work. You can contact Diku and the others. They should be very interested in the inheritance of Xiangliu's line."

"Ok."

Vientiane should be:

"Subordinates understand that the patriarch has chosen a retreat?"

"The two phoenix dragons of the Falcon tribe once said that there is a secluded abyss about one hundred thousand li to the south." Mo Qiu stretched out his hand and pointed to the south:

"The yin qi converges there, like a netherworld. It is exactly the same as my practice. I plan to go over and take a look. I can't choose another place."

One hundred thousand miles.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is a desperate distance.

But in the eyes of Mo Qiu, whose speed is comparable to Yuan Ying and Ghost King, it is not far away.

"Yuan Ying is hard to come by, there is a catastrophe, and here is the dragon buried sky again, dangerous and unpredictable, the patriarch must be careful." Vientiane's eyes flashed, as if making some decision, he took out an object from his body and handed it over:

"In the next few years, by coincidence, I got this thing, so I can keep my mind safe from evil thoughts, and the patriarch will use it temporarily."

The object in his hand looks like a jade ruler, with a restrained aura, and nothing can be seen.

Mo Qiu didn't think too much, and reached out to take it:

"Thank you!"

"As short as a few months, as long as one or two years, I will come back no matter if I succeed or not, during this time I don't have to take the initiative to cause trouble."

"Yes."

Vientiane should be.

...

Youyuan.

The gray sky, the abyss beyond sight.

Dead!

Icy!

It seems that it hasn't changed in eternity.

Below the fog rolled, there was a faintly roar of resentment, and phantom dragons roared out from time to time, and unwillingness to sadness filled the world.

According to Fenglong.

This place used to be where the dragon was buried, and resentment accumulates, but then the resentment collapsed for some reason, and now it becomes a world of its own.

Among the dragons, there are even more rumors.

At the bottom of this secluded abyss, there are evil dragons that converge with resentment.

Regardless of human beings and dragons, there has never been one to explore the bottom of Youyuan, even the eight heavenly dragons are as taboo as those where Youyuan is.

Mo Qiu stood in the air, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

"hiss…"

The cold yin air penetrated into his belly, Yuantai opened his eyes, and his fleshly body opened up, and the feeling of comfort and permeation appeared in his heart.

"call!"

Relax your body, don't ask yourself to fall down.

Essence, energy and spirit are also in a certain unique state.

Yuan Ying limit.

Cracks began to appear.

...

Somewhere in the mountains.

Jiang Luxian and others are busy.

A corpse with dragon blood on its head was thrown around according to certain rules, and dragon blood flowed along the dug gully.

Look from the top down.

The place where the dragon's blood flows through, impressively formed a huge formation.

At the core of the formation, a white-robed saint of the Ancestral Temple sat cross-legged, her clothes flying in the wind, her figure motionless.

"Dragon Burying Heaven has many dragon descendants, and the types are hard to count."

Cheng Tianhou carried his hands on his back, looked at the saint, and said:

"In addition to the original dragon race, there are more inferior dragon descendants mixed with dragon blood and dragon essence, and the dragon is yin, anything can be crossed."

"Even without distinction between male and female, male and female, male and female..."

"However, there is a kind of dragon, extremely special!"

His voice paused slightly, and he continued to speak:

"The spirit of the world, the spirit of the dragon descendants, and the coincidence, the dragons that are naturally raised are not among the many dragons."

"good."

Jiang Luxian appeared beside him and said:

"The three-generation evil dragon has no father or mother, or even invisible and innocent. It is said that it was made by a sense of existence of a three-generation body and an injustice debt."

"Even if it exists, it is still unknown."

"Even if the three generations of evil dragons exist, they will not overlap with us." Cheng Tianhou frowned:

"It's only interested in the third life, saint..."

"The saint is the third life body." A cold voice sounded abruptly:

"In the Yang world, in the Santuhe River, and in the underworld, the saint has a single identity. Now that she has the secret method of the holy lord, she will surely attract the three generations of evil dragons."

"At that time, I also hope that you will help, win the blood of the evil dragon, and help my saint ascend to the realm of the ghost king."

"Of course!"

Hearing the sound, Jiang Luxian and Cheng Tianhou's expressions were all together, nodding should be:

"I wait and I will do my best."

For those who speak, they seem extremely jealous.

...

Somewhere in the waterhole.

"Wow..."

The water rushed for thousands of feet, a huge goat with a dragon descendant in its mouth, and a lick with its tongue, swallowing the hundred-meter dragon into its abdomen.

"Nine-order dragon, it tastes good."