Chaos Ancestor Dragon Art

Chapter 553 Wanlong Nest

The small world they had just left was filled with countless evil spirits, and even the Emperor Corpse manipulated by the evil spirit of Emperor Thought, which made them experience a near-death experience.

And the small world in front of him doesn't look much better.

"Master, is he still going in?" Long Hao asked with a smile.

No matter what, it is very likely that this place is a real dragon at the level of a great emperor. Long Hao will definitely enter the leftover dojo.

As for Master Shenxiu, his eyes were closed as if sensing something, and his brows were furrowed from time to time.

But soon, she regained her composure, and said solemnly: "There are many mountain ghosts among them, and the poor monk is going to save them."

Master Shenxiu was like this, he never cared about any inheritance of treasures, but only insisted on sticking to his own Buddhist way.

But the more this is the case, the more she can get the favor of the heavens for her pure heart, and even the most precious treasure like the Ten Thousand Buddhas Palace has been won by her.

Although Long Hao is envious of this, he is no stranger to it.

But just as he was about to leave, Master Shenxiu looked at him again with serious eyes and said, "The inner demons of Master Long have gradually awakened, please don't kill again."

For Master Shenxiu's kind reminder, Long Hao smiled gratefully, but he would not waver because of it.

"Master, I was joking. I have always been a good citizen. If people don't offend me, I won't offend others."

"Of course I don't want to kill at random, but some people just won't live in peace with me."

After speaking, Long Hao rushed into the cave.

Knowing Long Hao's character, Master Shenxiu couldn't help sighing, and immediately followed him.

……

As soon as he entered the cave, Long Hao felt a huge suction force enveloping his body and sinking into the boundless vortex of darkness.

"This domineering devouring power seems to be a melting pot for devouring the sky!"

After careful sensing, Long Hao was quite shocked to find that this devouring power was very similar to Long Xiaomiao's natal supernatural power, but it was many times more domineering.

"Could it be that this is also the dojo of a sky-swallowing dragon?"

Long Hao's thoughts were quickly interrupted by the chaotic torrent of space. The twisted vortex engulfed him, broke through the barrier of space, and entered an unknown world.

This is a sea world.

However, the sky is bright, and even the bottomless sea water is transparent and clear, not at all like a dead and silent world that has been covered in dust for many years.

However, when Long Hao raised his head and looked into the distance, his pupils shrank suddenly.

In the direction of his eyes, half of the sky collapsed, and the endless white divine thunder broke through the barriers of the world and sank into the deep sea.

It was also the light of that white divine thunder that illuminated the world.

"It seems that this place has not been spared."

Master Shenxiu sighed, with a sad expression on his face.

"Master should be mentally prepared." Long Hao said lightly.

Except that the light is brighter, the environment here is no different from that of the Buddhist kingdom. Terrible evil spirits are everywhere, impacting people's spirits like ghosts.

Apart from desolation and dilapidation, there is no trace of life here.

But Long Hao is like a fish in water here.

Because the real dragon's aura here is more intense and pure, Long Hao could sense the evolution of the flying dragon's veins in his body without even taking a sip to refine the evil spirit in it.

"There is an island ahead, let's go down and have a look."

After flying for a while, a small island with a radius of about ten miles appeared in sight.

On the small island, there is no vegetation, only a bare mountain, extremely steep and precipitous, standing straight like a pillar.

"The dragon energy is getting stronger and stronger."

After getting close, Long Hao finally found that on that bare mountain, there was this thick black beast hovering, but the flesh had already decayed, leaving only a scorched black skeleton.

"There really are dragons!"

Although only the skeleton remained, Long Hao still recognized it at a glance.

"Is this a real dragon?" Master Shenxiu asked in surprise.

"No." Long Hao flew around the bare mountain and shook his head: "It's a king-level flying dragon, and its blood is not very pure."

The dragon majesty and aura of this flying dragon is not as good as that of Long Hao, let alone that of a pure dragon like Long Xiaomiao.

Immediately, he looked at the sky again: "It should be killed by the white god thunder, even the dragon ball was destroyed."

The dragon corpse was entangled in the mountains, the dragon's head was facing the sky, as if it was roaring, the dragon's blood was stained on the rocks, and it had turned dark red, but even today, it is still full of blood.

"It's a pity that this keel was destroyed by the thunder of the gods, and after thousands of years, the spirituality was completely lost..."

On the body of the dragon, there are treasures everywhere.

Dragon's blood can be used as medicine to strengthen tendons and bones, cleanse essence and cut marrow.

Dragon bones and horns can not only refine treasure pills, but also the top material for making magic weapons.

Even a saint would be envious of a flying dragon corpse at the level of a king, but it is a pity that it has been completely destroyed.

Leaving this small island, the two continued to march towards the depths of the sea, and found many islands along the way, and occasionally found one or two dragon corpses.

However, like the body of the king-level flying dragon, it is worthless.

"Why are there so many dragon corpses here?"

The deeper he went, the more frightened Long Hao became.

Originally, he thought this was a dojo of a real dragon, but now it seems that this place is more like a dragon's lair.

After crossing the sea for thousands of miles, the two finally saw a huge island under the white thunder, like a huge dragon corpse lying on the sea.

The strong dragon aura mixed with ferocious evil aura formed a thick cloud that shrouded the air.

The majestic Longwei, even though it is far away, still makes people feel shocked, as if they have been suppressed by nature.

"Diwei!"

"Dragon Island, there must be a true dragon of the emperor level falling!"

Long Hao quickened his pace, and at the same time his heart was agitated: "What's going on with this Great Thunder Sound Sect? There are so many great emperors!"

In addition to the two Buddha emperors in the Buddha Kingdom, there have been three great emperors.

The Supreme Emperor, as the pinnacle of humanity, a peerless existence that is almost immortal, there is not one among hundreds of millions.

Among the heavens and worlds, there are some worlds that even a great emperor cannot cultivate.

Although the Yaoguang Holy Land has been passed down through the ages, in its heyday, it was already quite remarkable to have three great emperors existing at the same time, let alone not even having one now.

……

After boarding the Dragon Island, a sense of wildness rushed over.

This place seems to be a prehistoric world, the mountains, rivers and land are completely different from the outside world.

Even those dead plants are incomparably huge.

Long Hao once saw a dead tree that was struck by lightning and died. There were hundreds of people hugging it, and its height was even comparable to a mountain peak.

The most important thing is that on this huge dragon island, as far as the eye can see, almost every mountain and every river... has a huge dragon corpse lying cross-legged.

"This place is simply the nest of ten thousand dragons!"

(End of this chapter)