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boom!

Accompanied by the dizziness caused by tearing apart space.

The bloodline continued by An Shelie and Gong Ming, the elder of the Demon Elephant Sect, appeared in the Dragon King's palace.

This is a hall that symbolizes infinity, with black columns rising up from the edges to form a towering ribbed ceiling. The floor is made of polished marble, with a fountain more than ten meters high embedded in the middle.

Clear and transparent water is spitting out from the mouths of eight ferocious dragons, and there is the sound of gurgling water.

Around the fountain are sculptures of ancient heroes.

And in a corner of this magnificent palace.

The second elder, An Luoyi, overcame the severe headache caused by the teleportation. He rubbed his temples and then got up from the ground.

With excited and nervous eyes, he carefully looked at the surrounding environment.

vast——

This was the first feeling that appeared in An Luoyi's mind.

This kind of perception should not appear in indoor spaces, but it is extremely strong.

In this black and solemn palace, An Luoyi looked around and felt like an insignificant speck of dust on the floor. Because of his small size, Anshelie, who was sitting on the throne at the end of the hall, looked particularly majestic and tall.

It no longer even resembles a human being, but more like a majestic and huge statue of a god.

An Luoyi closed his eyes and opened them again.

Turn on the super sense of the powerful man.

The enhanced perception dispelled the mental force field that shrouded the room. An Shelie was still tall, but now he was a little more lively in An Luoyi's eyes.

"An Shelie, why is the ancestor's body still here?" An Yunian's surprised voice came.

"This is different from what was recorded." The third elder swallowed his saliva and looked nervous.

"We don't have time to think about this anymore, we have to hurry up." An Luoyi stepped forward, followed closely by An Yunian.

"Did you hear the noise?" An Luoyi said with a heavy expression.

"Yes." The third elder nodded, "That man is faster than we thought, and the dragon guard won't be able to stop him for long."

"We've been pushed into a corner."

An Luoyi said gloomily, "If we can't resurrect our ancestors, not only will all our efforts be wasted, but we will all have to die here. This secret place is the ancestor's mausoleum. We know how to open the mausoleum and enter here, but we don't know how to get from here." Run away."

"Bring the people here." An Luoyi paused briefly, turned around and glanced back.

Two elders escorted a tall and burly young man up.

This person is Anand.

The strong body brought by the dragon's blood woke him up from his coma.

"Don't kill me! An Ran is outside, and I can feel the smell of dragon blood on her body." Anand's face was ferocious and he struggled violently. The two elders with perfect demon fetuses stretched their arms so hard that they were unable to hold him down.

"I beg you, please spare me." Anand cried bitterly.

"This is a necessary sacrifice." An Luoyi said calmly, "This is also your honor."

boom!

He pointed at Anand's forehead.

Anand opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something else, but his eyes rolled upward violently.

His burly body convulsed violently as if he had been struck by an electric shock, and the part of his brain that represented thinking was destroyed. All that's left is a blank piece of paper that can be painted with color at will. Blood flowed out from Anand's eyes and nose like earthworms. He stopped struggling and his body was lowered to the ground softly.

An Luoyi's cold eyes paused on Anand for a moment.

Then he raised his head and looked at the giant on the throne in front of him.

Over the course of hundreds of years, An Luoyi saw the honor of his ancestors countless times from portraits and sculptures. But this is the first time to see it up close. Even though this body has been dead for thousands of years, the dragon's blood still blocks part of its activity, revealing its strong vitality as if it has fallen into a deep sleep.

An Shelie sat on the throne, with his knees touching An Luoyi's chest. It was hard to imagine how majestic he would be when he really stood up.

Jet-black dragon scale armor covered the Dragon King's majestic body. The fur of a death-level giant wolf was draped over his shoulders as a trophy worth showing off. It looked like dirty snow covering the top of a mountain. The wolf's mouth was big enough to swallow the moon.

His armor was covered with wounds, and the remaining blood on it had never dried up.

Among the hundreds of horrific scars, the most fatal one came from the left side of the chest. Where the heart should have been, it was dissolved and penetrated, forming a crater the size of an adult's head. The back of the chair stained red with blood could be seen through the pothole.

"The Dragon King is indeed as majestic and heroic as recorded in the legend. But I advise you to hurry up. Now is not the time to pay homage to the glory of our ancestors."

Seeing An Luoyi standing here motionless for a long time, Gong Ming, the elder of the Demon Elephant Sect, finally couldn't hold himself back.

An unbearable reminder.

"Shut up!" An Luoyi turned back to glare at him and snorted, "Of course I understand."

"The ancient books don't tell us how to treat our ancestors' injuries."

An Yunian sent a message saying that he was cautious by nature. There was a serious discrepancy between this scene and the record, which made him instinctively feel uneasy. But as An Luoyi said, they have no second choice now.

"We have no choice, but the ancestors must have their own plans."

An Luoyi said, "First use Anand's body to summon the soul, and then help the ancestor complete the subsequent steps."

“…That’s the only way.” An Yunian nodded heavily.

They used their strength to create a gust of wind and cleaned up the little dust accumulated on the floor.

Under Anshelie’s throne, a light gray dragon pattern magic circle with a diameter of about two meters appeared in front of the two. The two elders looked at each other and confirmed that there was no mistake. Then they reached out and bit their fingertips at the same time and touched the edge of the magic circle.

Blood flowed out, and the breath emitted from An Yunian and An Luoyi fluctuated violently like boiling water. Thick smoke came out of their faces and bodies, and their state was visibly weak.

The array pattern absorbed blood.

It changed from light gray to flashing dark red.

An Luoyi reached out and placed Anard’s burly body in the center of the array pattern.

The two stood up and took a step back.

“That’s it.” Gong Ming touched his chin and looked at the scene in front of him with interest.

Boom!

The ground shook violently and made a sound.

The hall rumbled, and the black columns supporting the vault collapsed.

A large amount of water splashed in the fountain in the center, and the originally clear and transparent pool water became turbid, gradually revealing a layer of blood. The rustling sound came from all over the body, and in the violent shaking, the glass dome embedded in the ceiling shattered, and the glass mixed with fine stones fell together.

This sudden change made An Luoyi's eyes widen. What happened at this time was completely inconsistent with the records.

He felt like he was deceived, and his thoughts became more and more confused.

Puff!

Anard's chest was pierced by coagulated blood.

His plump body was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and blood was flowing out of his body, gathering towards the throne like a living thing. The blood of the elders, and Anard's blood. Like a living earthworm, it went up along Anshelie's shin armor and gathered into a liquid beating heart in his empty chest.

Then in the next moment——

"Huh!"

A sigh, crossing the long years, with a vast power that ordinary people can't imagine.

Anshelie on the throne opened his eyes, a pair of tired bloodshot eyes.

Thousands of years passed.

But it seemed that he was still immersed in the battle that ended his life, and the iron-blooded murderous intent emanating from his body was frightening.

"My lord, no, ancestor. You... you finally woke up!"

An Luoyi was trembling all over.

Excitement and fear, two equally strong emotions mixed in his mind, so that he couldn't say a complete sentence. Facing a legend returning in person, such a shock is enough to remember for a lifetime. Even Gong Ming, who was not a descendant of Anshelie, held his breath among the people present.

"This is fate, the blessing of heaven." Anshelie calmly said the first sentence he said when he woke up.

Then he stood up, and his nearly five-meter-tall body cast a shadow.

The thick power poured out from his body like a black waterfall, dripping along the gaps on the edge of his armor. The shadow that had become substantial fell on the ground at his feet, with a hissing sound, splashing into sparks and blazing white anger.

"You did a good job." An Shelie's red-gold eyes fell on his descendants.

The elders and disciples of the An family were trembling with excitement, and only a few felt threatened by their ancestors.

Of course, apart from trembling, they could not do anything. So in An Shelie's view, these inferior species who inherited his bloodline were all the same.

They were born to provide nutrition for himself today.

So...

An Shelie said the second sentence calmly, and there was almost no change in the tone, "But you still need to do better."

"Ancestor, you... puff!" The third elder An Yunian lowered his head in astonishment.

His chest was pierced by a large armored hand, and then his whole body quickly shriveled and dehydrated at a speed visible to the naked eye, making a tooth-grinding crunching sound. A heart wrapped in blood clouds was taken out by An Shelie, and the remaining parts turned into ashes and dispersed.

Anshelie pressed the heart against his empty chest, with a satisfied look on his face.

There was a layer of blood on his pale face.

"Not enough." Anshelie's eyes fell on An Luoyi.

An Luoyi felt Anard's feelings very clearly and strongly at this time, and his performance was almost worse than that of this disciple.

Without any hesitation, An Luoyi turned and ran. But the whole hall was under Anshelie's control, where could he run to?

Anshelie calmly reached forward and took out the heart of his descendant.

Bang bang bang!

At the same time, the remaining descendants of the An family, regardless of gender, age or age, all exploded, and the essence of their flesh and blood was absorbed cleanly.

A large amount of intertwined flesh and blood spread out from the chest, and Anshelie's spinal cord was glowing.

His eyes fell on Gong Ming, "You are not my descendant."

"Forget it," Anshelie shook his head, "You are not weak in strength, and it is also a good tonic."

Being stared at by the pair of dragon-like eyes, Gong Ming felt like his head was about to explode. The sudden change in front of him shocked the elder of the Demonic Elephant Sect. He had never thought that although they were both Heavenly Ghosts, An Shelie had such terrifying strength just after resurrection.

How strong would the Eight-Armed Dragon King be at his peak?

Gong Ming had no time to think about it. He shouted, "You can't kill me. I am serving—bang!"

His head was crushed by a big hand. An Shelie said coldly to Gong Ming's headless body, "Did I allow you to speak?"

"Offer all you can offer, serve all you can serve."

Anshelie said calmly to the wide hall in front of him, "Where is the Dragon Guard, where is Nalie?"

His low and majestic voice echoed repeatedly in the hall, splashing dust and shaking the dome, but unfortunately there was no response.

Bang!

The vermilion door exploded violently.

The fragments of wood blocks bloomed like reeds, tearing the air and splashing thick smoke.

A golden figure burst out from the dark yellow smoke, fell to the ground, and smashed a hole. Then it bounced up again, rolling back and forth like a ball, and finally rolled down at Anshelie's feet. A bloody face was raised with difficulty in the painful and weak gasps.

"My Lord, I am here." Nalie struggled to kneel down and bow his head.

But he failed. His limbs were cruelly broken, and I don't know how many bones were broken on his body. He looked like a broken figurine played by a naughty child.

"Sorry..." Nalie fell forward, and a big hand supported his broken shoulder.

"No need to apologize, you've done well enough." Anshelie sighed, and a soft look flashed in his eyes, "Leave the next thing to me."

The dragon blood that was once given to Nalie was taken back, and the gap on Anshelie's chest was completely healed.

His huge black body was blooming with infinite blood, and it looked like a golden sun was stuffed into Anshelie's chest. But Su Heng could sense that the current Dragon King was still not at his peak, and a lingering dusk was lingering in his body.

However, even so.

Anshelie was also a terrible opponent, and his strength turned into a tide.

He took a step forward and suddenly appeared in front of Su Heng like shrinking the earth into an inch. A violent and exaggerated punch with dazzling golden lightning blasted towards Su Heng's face. Su Heng did not defend, and also punched forward with a long fist.

The moment he threw a punch, his strength was circulated rapidly.

His body expanded and covered with dragon scales, making a loud clacking sound like steel colliding.

With the powerful increase brought by the transformation to dragon form and his innate strong physique, Su Heng's punch, which was not at the peak, was evenly matched with the Dragon King.

The ground under the two men exploded, and stone debris and dust were suspended in the air. The thunder and flames formed by the collision of the two forces spread outward along the ground until they swept the entire hall.

Swish!

An Shelie's body suddenly disappeared.

His speed was so fast that he almost escaped the capture range of Su Heng's gravity.

Before the sense of gravity had time to react, An Shelie had already punched Su Heng behind the head.

Without turning his head, Su Heng turned his left hand and a dagger appeared, leaving a blood-red arc in the air.

Swish!

A sharp and piercing friction sound.

At the critical moment, An Shelie raised his head and dodged.

The dagger left a hideous scratch on the dark chest armor of the Dragon King, and a few drooping hairs were cut off and fell.

"It seems that An Ran is right." The two of them distanced themselves again, and Su Heng laughed, "This dagger does have a special attack on you, and you don't seem to be at your peak now."

"If I'm not mistaken, you need to absorb those dragon guards outside to fully activate the power of dragon blood."

Su Heng shook his head.

Even if An Shelie, who has dragon blood, wants to make a dragon guard that can fight against the powerful Tiangui, it will cost a huge price. Dragon guards are not only used to protect tombs from being disturbed by outsiders, but also An Shelie's insurance for resurrection.

Unfortunately, this insurance was broken by Su Heng.

An Shelie did not answer, and his face was gloomy. His majestic eyes were looking at Su Heng, judging and looking for the possibility of defeating him.

This is not an easy thing. Although Su Heng's realm is not high, the threat he brings is no less than any opponent An Shelie has ever encountered.

Just when Anshelie was in a dilemma, Su Heng's calm voice came slowly.

"How about we make a deal?" Su Heng's mouth curled up with an excited smile, "I'll give you a fair chance to challenge me. And as a price, if you lose, I want the complete dragon blood in your body."

"Fair, what does that mean?"

Anshelie's eyes were fierce, and he grinned, "You think you have a sure win, are you provoking me!?"

"No, it means literally. I haven't met an opponent worth getting excited about for a long time, and you have such potential. It's a waste to kill you like this. And the dragon blood is in you. Since you can create dragon guards, you should have a way to damage the dragon blood. I don't want such a waste of natural resources to happen."

"You mean..." Anshelie narrowed his eyes, somewhat confused about Su Heng's thoughts.

Crack!

In his astonished eyes, Su Heng raised his hand upwards.

The dagger engraved with the Soul Nailing Curse was pinched hard by his five fingers, and it exploded into pieces in an instant.

Su Heng slapped his hand downwards - puff puff puff!

The fragments sank into the ground and disappeared completely.

"This is my sincerity." Su Heng's mouth slowly stretched to his ears, and the smile on his face became more and more twisted and crazy. "I will give you time to recover to your peak. Then I will defeat you without reservation and take away everything from you."

"This is my era, and you are the challenger!"

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