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Two people on both sides of the fierce battle, one of them suddenly performed a killing move, and instantly bombarded the opponent so bloody and retreated, he fell to the ground, his breath was disordered and weak, and before he had time to fight, the cold long knife in the opponent's hand was already on the ground. The man holding the knife sneered, "Fang Zong, what else do you have to say?"

The young man who was knocked down on the ground looked similar to an ordinary human being, except that there were two tentacles about half the length of a finger growing on the top of his head, which looked a little weird.

At this moment, the young man named Fang Zong stood up slowly, as if he was not afraid of the cold long knife in the hand of the man holding the knife. To the side, it seems to be slaughtered!

However, the man holding the knife obviously didn't want to kill Fang Zong like this, so he gently pressed the long knife on Fang Zong's neck, and said slowly, "If I were you ----- I wouldn't hide anything. Hand over the things, maybe, I will take pity on the last bit of dragon blood and save your life. Haha!!!"

"Blood of the dragon?" Henry Zhang couldn't help but startled in the dark, but he became confused again in an instant. Didn't the magic turtle say that this little dragon is probably the only descendant left by the dragon god, why--- ---

Henry Zhang didn't think too much, and directly summoned the Moxuan tortoise that escaped into the scroll before, and the Moxuan tortoise looked at the little dragon in the strap on Henry Zhang's chest, startled, and couldn't help laughing up.

"------" Henry Zhang glanced at the Moxuan Turtle, and said unhappily, "I told you to come out to let you see a person." Henry Zhang pointed to Fang Zong in the distance, "Shenlong What happened to the blood?"

The Moxuan Turtle looked over, and said 'huh', "There are still descendants of the Dragon Horned Clan?"

"Dragon Horn Clan?" Henry Zhang was even more puzzled, "What does this have to do with the Dragon Bloodline?"

"The bloodline of the dragon is just a joking name for the dragon-horned tribe by the gods in the realm of the gods." The magic mysterious turtle said, "The dragon-horned tribe was originally a human race that lived in an extremely harsh environment. Later, it was said that they were dragons. A genius ancestor of the Horn Clan accidentally got a drop of blood essence from the big brother Shenlong, and his body mutated, and the head horns of the descendants grew two tentacles, so they were called the Dragon Horn Clan."

"I think the Dragon Horn Clan was once glorious in the past, and it was a powerful force under the command of the Dragon God. However, after the Dragon God Lord left, the Dragon Horn Clan also suffered a disaster and was almost wiped out! It has been many years since they were in the realm of the gods. There have been descendants of the Dragon Horn Clan, and many people thought that the Dragon Horn Clan had completely disappeared------"

"Back then, there was another legend -----" the mysterious tortoise suddenly said with great interest, "When Lord Dragon God sealed the passage between humans, gods and demons and the three thousand worlds, the one who assisted Lord Dragon God to complete all this was Dragon Horn Clan! There are even more rumors that the reason for the Dragon Horn Clan's demise---is that the Dragon Horn Clan has a way to open up the passage between the two worlds of gods and demons and the three thousand worlds!"

Henry Zhang's head shook, and he blurted out, "If this method falls into the hands of the Demon Sect, wouldn't it be a catastrophe---"

"You may not get the Demon Sect, otherwise, the Dragon Horned Clan will not be destroyed." The Demon God Turtle said, "The Dragon Horned Clan is still loyal to the Lord Dragon God, not to mention that the Dragon Horned Clan has preserved the ability to crack the Demon God Realm. The method of communicating with the Three Thousand Worlds is just a rumor, no one really knows."

"The Dragon Horn Clan, such a once glorious race, has also encountered adversity---"

"What's so strange about this, even the Sanchi Temple of Gods, the first fairy gate, is now in the hands of the demon gate."

Henry Zhang nodded.

"However, why did Lord Dragon God seal the channel between the two worlds and the three thousand worlds of the demon god, and asked the Dragon Horn Clan to assist? Is there anything special about this race?" Henry Zhang asked.

The Moxuan Turtle nodded appreciatively, "That's right, I just said that the Dragon Horn Clan was born in a bad environment--but, you can't guess where the Dragon Horn Clan lives-- --It's the God Burial Space!"

Henry Zhang was taken aback, "That space isn't even the Golden Immortal Capital -----"

"This is the special feature of the Longjiao tribe. They have an innate sense of space that is as favored by the heavens, and they survived in the God Burial Space. Of course, they only live in the periphery of the God Burial Space. It is also a death area that makes countless practitioners daunting!"

"However, the God Burial Space hindered the development of the Longjiao Clan. In order to expand the race, they moved to a better environment during the glorious period --- unexpectedly, in the end, they also lost the God Burial Space. Natural barriers, let them exterminate the family."

"The unique talent for space -----" Henry Zhang whispered to himself.

"Maybe, this guy from the Dragon Horned Clan can help you with something." Moxuan Shengui suddenly spoke pointedly, and before Henry Zhang could react, Moxuan Shengui had already yawned, " How can I say that this race has a little bit of connection with Big Brother Shenlong? Now that we have met, let's save this endangered Dragon Horn clan. ------Also, I really want to sleep, don't come if I have nothing to do disturb me-----"

The mysterious tortoise disappeared in a flash.

"Dragon Horn Clan----" Henry Zhang pondered and looked at the young man of the Dragon Horn Clan called Fang Zong in front of him. What he and the Moxuan Shengui thought of in common was that this young man used his unique space talent to You can help yourself --- sneak into the Snow God Mountain!

"I'm going to decide on this person." Henry Zhang said to himself, and his figure quietly disappeared into the wind and sand.

"Fang Zong, have you considered it?" The man holding the knife seemed to have enough patience for the young man of the Dragon Horn Clan in front of him, and said with a sneer, "I'm afraid there are only a handful of people left in the Dragon Horn Clan. -----Your clansmen also don't want to see a young genius re-cultivated by your clan with great difficulty fall into the realm of the gods, and you choose to die, are you worthy of your clansmen?"

Fang Zong glared at the man holding the knife angrily, and shouted angrily, "Even if Fang Zong dies, he will never let the clan treasure of the Longjiao God Clan fall into the hands of outsiders!!!"

"Clan Treasure?" Henry Zhang whispered in the dark, "It seems that this is the reason why all the powerful people gathered on this mountain."

Wait and see.

"Dragon Horn Protoss?" The man holding the knife showed a mocking smile, "It's just a group of humble races that can only survive in the gaps in the world. Aren’t you a group of little reptiles? Are you also worthy of having the treasure bestowed by the Lord Dragon God?”

Fang Zong looked at the man holding the knife coldly, "If you have the ability, kill me."

"I'll kill you like a chicken." The man holding the knife sneered contemptuously, "I want to see if you can bear the pain of scraping the bone with a thousand knives!"

call out!

Suddenly, just as the long knife in the man's hand was about to be slashed, a gust of wind blew up directly. Suddenly, a figure in black robe appeared out of thin air, with strange movements, appearing beside the man holding the knife as if teleporting. He knocked back the man holding the knife.

"Zong'er, let's go!" The voice whispered, the old man in black robe put one hand on Fang Zong's body, just about to leave quickly, suddenly, the space in all directions seemed to be manipulated by invisible hands, twisting and moving instantly, the world A huge prison was formed in the space, suppressing the entire mountain peak!

"Locking array?" The black-robed old man's face suddenly changed, and he immediately protected Fang Zong behind him, looking in all directions vigilantly------

A burst of laughter resounded from all directions, and immediately the aura of strong men appeared from all directions, piercing through the air, and surrounded the old man in black robe and Fang Zong. slowly rising ------

"To deal with a race with unique space talents like the Dragon Horn Clan, how can we not set up an empty lock formation in advance?" The leader is an ancestor of the gods from the Sanchi Temple of Gods, named Chikong Mountain!

Chikongshan smiled, condescending, and glanced at the two of them, "Suokong Formation is specially set up for the Dragon Horn Clan, you ----- don't you feel strange?"

Fang Zong raised his eyes and glared at Chikong Mountain, gritted his teeth, and cursed, "You despicable villain!"

"Little guy, although you are a little genius of the Dragon Horn Clan, you are not qualified to talk to me." Chi Kongshan looked at the old man in black with a smile, "I arranged so many things just to attract this old guy-- ----Fang Ran, do you want the treasure left by Lord Dragon God? Or, do you want to save the life of the only remaining genius of your Dragon Horned Clan?"

Fang Ran, the old man in black robe, stared at Chikong Mountain with a burst of hatred in his eyes.

Chikongshan smiled, "Actually, you, a race that has betrayed the gods, have no right to possess the treasures left by Lord Dragon God? Keep the treasures, and I can still let your race survive."

"Bah! I, the Dragon Horn God Clan, have never betrayed Lord Dragon God!" Fang Ran pointed at Chikong Mountain and cursed, shouting loudly, furious, "It was you who betrayed Lord Dragon God! It was you!"

"Old guy, don't toast or eat fine wine." At this moment, the man holding the knife scolded, and pointed the knife at Fang Ran.

Fang Ran's expression became angry, and he waved his arm suddenly, and a terrifying spatial fluctuation appeared in an instant. The man holding the knife was caught off guard, and before he could even make a scream, he was directly strangled by that powerful spatial force, smashing his body to pieces !

"Tsk tsk, it really is the so-called darling of the space." Seeing this scene, Chikongshan was not angry but admired, "Actually, the Longjiao tribe is not completely hopeless, as long as you change your mind, the gate of my Sanchi God's Hall will Will accept you god-betrayers, the gods are forgiving--"

"Shut up your dog mouth!" Fang Zong said coldly, "Your purpose is nothing more than to get my family's treasure and crack the secret of the channel seal---hmph, it's just a dream!"

"Zong'er, don't talk nonsense with him!" At this time, Fang Ran's voice whispered into Fang Zong's ears, "I will find a way to break through this lock formation, and you must abscond as soon as you have a chance!"

"Grandpa Seven----"

"Remember, you are the last hope of the Dragon Horn Clan."

Fang Ran's expression was extremely solemn, and he explained it word by word.

Fang Zong endured the shock of his soul, trembling slightly, his eyes full of hatred------