Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 242 Dragon Race

"call!"

The Shenlong spit in the direction of the Blood Raven Palace Lord, and a pale cyan mist spewed out from the huge dragon mouth.

The surrounding air burns instantly!

The cyan mist passed through the void, and the surrounding space had been chaotic and the light was distorted!

"Long Yan!"

The palace leader of the Blood Raven Palace was disappointed and exclaimed.

Long Yan is a unique talent ability of the Dragons. After each dragon is born, it grows to a certain stage and will naturally grasp this ability.

And as the age increases, Daoxing gradually deepens, and cultivation increases, the power of Long Yan will also increase, even reaching the point of burning the sky to cook the sea!

That is the legendary magical power.

Although this dragon inflammation is far from reaching the level of magical power, it is far from being able to resist by the Blood Raven Palace Master.

The chief of the Blood Raven Palace drew the palm of his hand on the storage bag, found a rune, and crushed it on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, the Blood Raven Palace lord pulled out a **** bone staff, with a skull head embedded at the top, exuding a weird and eerie atmosphere.

"Bloodline curse!"

The leader of the Blood Raven Palace waved the bone stick, and the eye socket of the skull head on the top of the bone stick suddenly burst out with two blood rays!

The skull seemed to be alive, but it opened its mouth and sprayed a green light.

Blood light and green light fuse, condensing into a drop of blood.

The blood burst suddenly, and ripples and ripples appeared in the void, crashing into the oncoming Long Yan.

puff! puff! puff!

Two different forces encountered, collided, eroded, and killed in mid-air, sending out a series of sounds. The three colors of light splashed everywhere, dazzling!

Su Zimo, who is hiding in the corner of the cave, can clearly feel the horrible wave of this power, although he can't see the outside situation!

Not to mention Su Zimo, even the real monk of the Golden Robe of Jin Dan who was killed by these two powerful existences would be killed on the spot!

Su Zimo's faces were not very good-looking, he held his breath and was afraid to make a sound.

The power of Long Yan is obviously better than the Bloodline Curse.

For a moment, the two forces were deadlocked, and Long Yan burned down all the blood veins, and immediately came to the Lord of the Blood Raven Palace.

The Lord of the Blood Raven Palace has long crushed the amulet, forming a defensive barrier around the body.

Click! Click! Click!

You know, this is the most advanced defense rune in the fifth-order rune!

But he still couldn't handle the erosion of Long Yan, and soon cracks appeared, which would collapse at any time.

Of course, this dragon inflammation has weakened continuously after experiencing continuous resistance to bloodline curse and fifth-order rune.

"San!"

The chief of the Blood Raven Palace waved the **** bone staff again, his eyes flashed green, and he gave a soft bang.

boom!

After Long Yan made three consecutive shots in the Blood Raven Palace, he finally disappeared and disappeared into the air.

At this moment, the dragon shivered, the huge body was fully stretched out, and it was exposed in front of the blood crow palace master, exuding the thrilling coercion!

Shenlong was born, the situation changed!

The resistance of the Lord of the Blood Raven Palace made the Dragon's anger more prosperous.

"This Dragon and Taoist friend, you and I are the same people of the Nine Tribes. They rushed into the treasures by mistake, and asked your fellows to show mercy."

Hearing this sentence, Su Zimo hiding in the corner was shocked.

Dragon!

Is it that the ancient creature on the other side is a dragon?

Is there really a dragon in this world?

At this moment, Su Zimo felt an impulse in his heart, and wanted to open the rags to see the appearance of the Dragons.

However, Su Zimo still held back.

When he was studying in Pingyang Town, he had heard many legends about dragons.

These legends are illusory and unfounded, just the weird myths that have spread to the people.

Su Zimo has never taken it seriously.

Even before seeing the real person in Canglang, he did not believe that there were immortals in this world.

Later, Su Zimo stepped into the practice and was able to worship Wu Feng.

In Zhefeng, Su Zimo has seen some ancient books.

Among these ancient books, there is almost no record of dragons.

Even if there are, they are just words, very vague.

Many ancient books can be pieced together to get some limited information.

The dragon was a terrible creature in the ancient times. It does not belong to the demon tribe. It is a unique race called the dragon tribe.

According to legend, the Dragons are extremely powerful, and they were extremely glorious in the ancient times, and dominated the ancient world!

However, for some reason, the Dragons were annihilated in the long rivers of time and have long since disappeared and become legends.

For these records, Su Zimo is always doubtful.

In his opinion, since the Dragons once had such a glorious and glorious civilization, they will definitely leave some traces on the continent.

Prior to this, Su Zimo had never seen.

Until a moment ago, Su Zimo's mind suddenly appeared a huge skeleton glimpsed in the bones, almost running through the entire bones!

Could it be ... it was a dragon skeleton?

Thinking of this possibility, Su Zimo was startled.

Su Zimo frowned, and carefully recalled Fang Cai's sentence, another confusion flashed in his mind: "Nine people? What are the nine people in this population?"

On the other side, the monk in grey robe suddenly heard a flash of light in his eyes, and then disappeared instantly.

"Suddenly a member of the Nine Races?"

"Bloodline curse, is it ..."

The monk in grey robe blinked, guessing the identity of the Blood Raven Palace.

"What about the people of the Nine Tribes, don't say that your blood is not pure, it is just a hybrid. Even if you are pure blood, dare to run here and eat my descendants of the Dragon tribe, you will certainly die!"

In the void, a dull and powerful voice came suddenly, and every word falling down was like a thunder and a thunder, shaking the mind.

call!

Shenlong swings his tail.

The dragon tail covered with Qinglin was like a stout and huge whip, slamming the sky and destroying the earth, and smashed towards the main leader of the Blood Raven Palace!

"what!"

The palace leader of the Blood Raven Palace was dismayed and exclaimed.

Before the dragon's tail arrived, a breath of death was suffocating.

The chief of the Blood Raven Palace bit his tongue and spit out a fine blood.

After the sperm was spit out, the owner of the Blood Raven Palace seemed to be much weaker, his eyes dimmed and dispirited.

Spilling this essence of blood, even if he can survive under the dragon's tail, I would like to rest for ten years if I want to recover.

"disease!"

A series of obscure spells were read in the main mouth of the Blood Raven Palace, waving the **** bone staff and pointing forward.

Blood turned into a huge skeleton, devouring and biting towards the dragon tail!

At the same time, the owner of the Blood Raven Palace found a large number of runes from the storage bag, all crushed!

In the eyes of the Blood Raven Palace lord, there was a pain in the body.

These falcons, he collected for many years, did not expect to use them all this round.

He fought in this battle!

Originally, it was just hunting down a little monk with no suspense.

But somehow, the whole process, he was completely passive, as if someone was holding his nose away.

After a toss, he spooked the ghost and ran here, not even seeing the other person's figure, so he took a **** pot and was stared at by a dragon ...

(End of this chapter)