Cover the sky: start from swallowing the magic pot

Chapter 266 Purple Dragon Girl

In the void, Su Yu showed his figure, reached out and grabbed it, and retracted the avatar of chaos into his sleeve robe.

However, the incarnation of the second level of immortality could not hide the eyes of the saint. Yang Yi's eyes moved slightly, and she saw the two beautiful shadows in the chaotic atmosphere at a glance, but she didn't say anything.

Su Yu wore a golden silk black phoenix robe, black hair like a waterfall, and a slender figure. There were traces of time and space in his eyes, and the two were intertwined and intertwined, forming a misty chaotic atmosphere, hazy like a dream.

He chuckled and said, "Let's go, Zhongzhou is over!"

This time, the trip to the small world of the Immortal Mansion was extremely smooth. Most of the sacred treasures were taken away by him, and he also captured the emperors of the Great Xia Dynasty and the Jiuli Dynasty.

This can also be regarded as the first time the "underground" of the Qinglian Dynasty has appeared. With a current saint, coupled with Qinglian Emperor Soldiers, who are in charge of the Central Territory, all the saints will bow their heads just around the corner.

Hearing Su Yu's words, Yang Yi nodded slightly. The chaotic pure land she collected contained a lot of sage enlightenment, and there was also a jade platform imbued with imperial aura.

If she can understand these opportunities, it will be enough for her to improve a lot in the realm of saints.

In an instant, a white, tender and moist slender finger cut through the space, and the two stepped into the space passage.

In the Eastern Wilderness and Northern Territory, at this time, a large number of young people gathered in the holy city.

With Ye Fan's arrival, the Golden World is just beginning.

The Holy Son of Yaoguang in the Southern Region, Xia Yiming, the Prince of Daxia in Zhongzhou, the Holy Son of the Yin-Yang Sect, the Holy Maiden, the Holy Son of Wanchu in the Holy Land of the Central Region, the Holy Maiden of Wanchu, the Son of Daoyi, the Holy Maiden of Daoyi, Nan The young master of Tianyao Palace and other young arrogances gathered in the holy city.

Even the saintesses of Yaochi who had been in seclusion for a long time in the holy land of Yaochi came out to practice, so many arrogances appeared at the same time, many monks felt that this life would be extremely brilliant, and perhaps a great emperor could emerge.

In the stone workshop of Ji's family, Su Yu's Innate Saint Physique clone is cultivating in a hall. His cultivation speed is extremely fast, and he has the full support of Ji's family.

In the chaotic clouds, a figure opened his eyes, with a faint sense of time flowing in his eyes, incomparably vicissitudes, like an existence that has crossed the long river of time and space and landed in this world, as if he does not belong to this ancient history and wants to go away.

His body is crystal clear, like colorful glass, exuding the brilliance of stars, like a dream.

A streak of purple-gold light condensed behind him into a ring of seals of time, lingering in a lavender halo, setting him off in a heroic and extraordinary way.

A gust of wind blows, and the young man stands up, and the whole body exudes light and rain, which is as bright as a rainbow, and there are mottled time imprints in it, which are the runes brought by "The Sutra of Beginning Without Beginning".

During this period of time, Su Yu thoroughly refined the Phoenix Pearl and the Divine Phoenix liquid, and completed the four poles. It only takes a few days of precipitation to look forward to the secret realm of dragon transformation, and his innate holy body and fetal blood are also refined. A lot of pure, worthy of the name of innate.

Surrounded by clouds and flickering candlelight, Su Yu looked at the purple jade sword in front of his knees surrounded by chaotic energy, and whispered: "When the curtain is drawn, will this life be the same as in memory?"

During the speech, the purple air was like rain, and the dense mist spread, and there was a zhang long purple dragon hovering in front of him, which was fixed in mid-air by the blood jade mirror, unable to escape.

This is an ancient creature cut out by Ye Fan, which also belongs to Wanlong Nest. After being bought by King Qingjiao, it was sent to him.

The purple dragon cut out by the Son of Luck is naturally extraordinary, with impressive imperial blood in its body. From Su Yu's point of view, this purple dragon is at least within three generations of imperial descendants, and has the appearance of a quasi-emperor.

Zilong's body is crystal clear, extremely gorgeous, as bright as the sun, and the two jade horns on the dragon's head are faintly colored, showing that the owner is still young.

In the void, nine imperial inscriptions are imprinted in the scarlet clouds, and a holy mirror of the nine-day blood diamond floats up and down, sprinkled with thousands of red lights, the auspicious colors become clouds, and the green haze is like the wind.

The whole body of this purple dragon looks like a god-marked purple gold, brilliant and dazzling, it hovers there like an elf, its eyes are cold, although it is suppressed by the supreme holy mirror, it does not panic at all.

Staring into Zilong's eyes, Su Yu flexed his fingers, took back the nine imperial inscriptions, and then said in the ancient divine language Gujing without wave: "Would you like to surrender?"

"Human Race!"

Losing the suppression of the imperial text, Zilong spoke, his eyes were cold, this is the gaze of higher life overlooking the lower life, it is the gaze of the royal family in ancient times who despised the human race.

In short, Su Yu didn't like this kind of gaze. With a movement of his divine sense, streams of divine power poured into the blood jade mirror. In an instant, the holy power filled the air, captivating people's hearts and souls. In the red clouds, bloody thunderbolts condensed and struck at the On Zilong.

"Roar!"

There was a dragon chant, suppressing the pain, not to mention monks, even ordinary people could hear the sorrow in the voice, the sound was clear and clear, echoing continuously in the blood-colored light and shadow.

In the blood-colored thunder, Zilong couldn't help crying out in pain. Although she possessed imperial blood, even though she was a Zilong at the peak of the second heaven of Xiantai, under the suppression of the god mirror of the saint king level, she could only curl up and stand in the thunderstorm. Try to keep yourself safe.

"Would you like to surrender?"

Su Yu's attitude is still very indifferent. To him, this purple dragon is irrelevant. He doesn't care about her identity at all, even if she is of the blood of the ancient emperor, it's not like he hasn't killed her before.

The thunder dissipated in the light and shadow, revealing the scarred Zilong. She looked at the blood jade mirror above her head in pain, her expression was in a trance. Millions of years passed, and everything was different. She also became someone else's from the royal princess. A prisoner, life is hard to save.

"You kill me, there will be an ancestor king to avenge me in the future!"

The dignity of the ancient royal family made her unable to bow her head, Zilong replied coldly, her head stood proudly, if she could ignore her slightly trembling body, Su Yu would really be moved by her.

"Which branch of Wanlong's Nest are you? That clan seems to have only one ancient princess!" Su Yu lightly stroked the Purple Marrow Divine Jade Sword, thoughtfully, curious about this question.

"You actually know about Wanlong's Nest."

Due to the serious injury, Zilong's body softened and could no longer maintain the dragon's body. The purple light flashed and turned into a beautiful woman.

She was wearing a long purple dress, with flying purple hair, an inexplicable brilliance shone in her eyes, her complexion was pale, and there was a nine-day purple jade king pendant between her brows, shaped like a crescent moon, which contained a ray of quasi-imperial aura, protecting her true self spirit.

Su Yu looked directly at the Nine Heavens Purple Jade Crescent Pendant between her eyebrows, and said calmly, "Your blood should be within three generations!"

"Since you know Wanlong's Nest, and since you know that I am a blood descendant of the third generation of the ancestors, how dare you treat me like this?"

Zilongnv's heart was cold, and it was the first time she lamented her fate. As the princess of Wanlongchao, the granddaughter of the ancestor, she was loved by all kinds of people since she was born, and was finally sealed by Wanlonghuang with the divine source liquid.

However, her luck was extremely bad. When she was born, she met the Qing Jiao King who brought the holy sword of chaos, and she couldn't get away.

It was cut out by a human race from the other side, and then captured by a flood dragon with mixed blood, and now it is tortured by a human race from the four-pole secret realm.

Millions of years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the parents who loved her have long since disappeared in the long river of time. In this situation, who can protect her.

"This sentence is very familiar, I have heard it before, but that one is different from you."

A divine light shot out from Su Yu's eyes, and he completely released his second-level immortality of Sendai. Using the blood jade mirror as a medium, he wanted to penetrate into Zilongnv's sea of ​​consciousness.

At this moment, Zilongnv's face changed drastically, and she saw Su Yu's thoughts. She wanted to break free from the restraint, but she couldn't dodge it at all. In an instant, her eyes even reflected the shadow of chaotic brilliance.

Suddenly, the Nine Heavens Purple Jade King Pendant on the center of Zilongnv's eyebrows shone brightly, bursting out with a quasi-imperial aura, turning into lines of light and shadow, protecting her soul.

The sacred chain cannot pierce the light and shadow formed by quasi-imperial aura, so it can only return in vain.

Seeing the pendant protecting herself, Zilongnv breathed a sigh of relief, as if she was enslaved, she would never be able to imagine that kind of life.

To become a maid of this human race would be worse than death, and would shame Wanlong's Nest.

"Do you think quasi-imperial aura can protect you?"

Looking at the purple jade pendant on the center of Dragon Girl's brow, Su Yu's expression remained unchanged, and he took out a sparkling stove with five fingers.

As soon as Li Vulcan Stove came out, it exuded a fiery aura, which changed Zilongnv's complexion drastically.

(End of this chapter)