Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 1210 Shocking and weeping ghosts and gods! (1)
"Wow——" Ling Wushuang shook his fingers, and the God-locking Pagoda was instantly blown away by the gushing air wave.

"It seems that not only is the talent awakened, Lou Junyan must have raised another realm!" Yun Muchen was already a little incoherent with excitement, for this little old man, Lou Junyan was like saving the life of the entire continent Like straw, his one-step promotion is the most worthy of celebration.

Dao He was overjoyed, looked around carefully in the Suo Shen Pagoda, and murmured to himself, "It was a false alarm, but luckily I survived, it was not easy."

While speaking, he even subconsciously raised his hand to wipe away the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead.

Ling Wushuang hooked her red lips lightly, and when the surroundings were calm, she flew out of the God-locking Tower, her eyes staring happily and excitedly at the front, the central position of the altar in the hazy white mist, after the beam of light crashed, there was still clouds Fog surrounds.

"Ow!"

The voice of the dragon chant resounded throughout the world, and the sudden scene made Ling Wushuang stare in astonishment, "What's going on?"

"This!" Daohe's neck stiffened, and his throat seemed to be stuck in something.

It can be seen that nine rays of light of different shades come from the distant sky, as fast as lightning, howling and transforming into a dragon, wrapped in the ancient aura that intimidates the sky, tearing through the endless darkness of Mokong with the force of thunder, soaring into the sky, surrounding The entire altar circled around.

"Ouch-"

Nine real dragons are entwined in colorful patterns, and the sound of singing high-pitched resounds through the heaven and earth, far and clear, and lasts for a long time.

"Ow!"

At this moment, not only in the mysterious realm of the god race ruins, the nine rays of light soared into the sky, carrying unparalleled divine power, casting a layer of sacred light on the entire southern sky.

The purple air comes from the east, and the sky is full of auspicious clouds.

The sound of the dragon's chant resounded through the three realms and shook the five continents of gods and demons!

Thousands of miles away, in a dark space world where stagnant water boiled and rolled, the young man sitting on the throne seemed to sense something at the same moment. curse, "Damn it!"

It was this breath, the breath he hated and hated the most, appeared again.

"Who is it, who is it—" The man in white snarled the words through gritted teeth, which sounded extremely frightening, and made people unconsciously feel creepy.

The thin old man next to him hurriedly clasped his hands together, "I'll go and investigate right now, my subordinate."

"Check it out, check it out for me!"

There was a bit of exasperation in the sharp voice, shaking in this endless dark corner, lingering for a long time, and then, it seemed that something could be heard crashing and shattering.

But in the protoss ruins here, the grand occasion was not over yet, Yun Muchen kept turning his head to look at the lingering phantom of the real dragon around him, going back and forth to make sure that it was his own hallucination.

The Kowloon soars, and the mountains and rivers are shaken with high-pitched screams, and the light of stars and meteorites sprinkles the sky.

"This, this is." Yun Muchen's wrinkled old face twitched, his pale lips trembled, his Huafa beard trembled, his heart trembled, and his liver trembled. He was so relieved that he couldn't speak, and it took an unknown amount of time before he uttered two words out of his mouth, "Miracle!"

"A miracle!" Yun Muchen quickly stepped forward a few steps, raised his hands to the sky, turned around and looked around, almost crying with joy, "Nine Dragons Miracle, it will be Nine Dragons Miracle!"

"Nine Dragons Miracle?" Ling Wushuang raised his eyebrows in doubt.

Because he didn't know what the Miracle of Nine Dragons was at all, Ling Wushuang was completely ignorant, but was shocked by the grand occasion around him, thinking that it should be an extraordinary phenomenon of heaven and earth.

Dao Heqiang controlled his excitement. He only knew a vague outline, and he couldn't give Ling Wushuang a good detailed explanation. He could only say, "The Miracle of Nine Dragons has never happened since ancient times. This is absolutely unprecedented!"

"It seems very powerful." Ling Wushuang smacked his lips, and his eyes followed the phantoms of the nine real dragons flying around.

Yun Muchen took a few deep breaths, finally restrained his gaffe, and flicked his sleeves, but his old face was still blushing as if stained by the rays of the sun. He said in a tone, "I think back to the time when the Primordial God Clan was at its most prosperous, even when the old God King was still around."

Ling Wushuang was in a fog, not knowing what Yun Muchen meant by mentioning the ancient times, but she could only listen to his narration quietly without knowing anything.

"It is said that when the old god king was born, an auspicious vision of heaven and earth descended, and god-given divine power brought a hundred birds and auspicious beasts to gather in the hall of the gods. It was unprecedented, and the occasion was unprecedentedly grand." Yun Muchen became more excited as he spoke, "In the end, it was indeed The old god king, led the gods to the peak of the ancient kings, and commanded the heroes."

Ling Wushuang nodded silently, "That is to say, is it an auspicious sign that Junyan's innate talent awakened to have such a vision?"

Yun Muchen gave an inexplicable snort, turned his eyes to Ling Wushuang, and shook his head inexplicably.

"Huh?" Ling Wushuang raised his brows lightly, somewhat confused.

Daohe was also very puzzled, "What is that?"

Yun Muchen's old eyes were piercing and seemed to contain endless deep meaning, and he slowly explained his meaning, "In the ancient times, the old god king was born, and a vision came from the sky, and seven real dragons hovered above the ancient temple for three days and three nights. never dissipated."

"Three days and three nights never dissipated." Daohe murmured as he followed, at this moment he didn't realize the point of Yun Muchen's words, until after the words went through in his mind again, he was shocked The pupils tightened suddenly, "Seven dragon miracles!?"

Before he finished speaking, he raised his head in amazement, looking at the nine huge phantoms of colorful training real dragons hovering and roaring in the void of the secret realm of the protoss ruins, unable to speak for a long time.

The ancient god king was born, auspicious beasts gathered, and seven dragons soared into the sky.

Now that there is a miracle in Nine Dragons, what does it mean? At this time, even Yun Muchen does not have an accurate explanation, because it is hard to fathom the deep meaning of that unheard of, heavenly vision.

"Brother Yun, what do you know?" Daohe couldn't suppress his curiosity despite being pleasantly surprised.

"I don't know." Yun Muchen shook his head, his mouth couldn't close his mouth, he stroked his beard and laughed, "I really don't know the specifics, the only thing recorded in many ancient books is just When the old god king of the ancient god clan was born, the miracle of the seven dragons and beasts."

Even if he couldn't see it with his own eyes, Yun Muchen could be sure that the momentum would never be overshadowed.

"Anyway, it must be a good sign, isn't it?" Ling Wushuang's red lips curled up slightly, looking up at the phantom shadow of the real dragon around him, he couldn't help feeling that he was elated, and he was delighted with Xu Chang After a while, he stared at Lou Junyan's figure, "Where's Junyan?"

(End of this chapter)