Ten Gods

Lin Tian was stunned by the whole person, and the next moment he trembled, looking incrediblely at the sea. August 1st? Chinese text network? w?w?w?. ?8?1zw. Com

The long dragon of the long circle vacated, and roared in the sky, making his heart tremble.

"The funeral dragon?!"

His heart trembled.

The funeral dragon...the fun dragon!

He remembered the existence of a world that he had mentioned before he was in the middle of the year, and he was buried in the Dragon!

"Hey!"

The real dragon roared and shook the sea. The huge faucet stared at Lin Tian, ​​and a pair of huge longan eyes were full of majesty.

The next moment, with a bang, the real dragon collapsed and reinvented into a dense rune.

"Dragon."

Lin Tian said to himself.

Thousands of dragons jump, like a dragon, intertwined with a kind of Tao, in this sea of ​​knowledge.

Lin Tian only felt the body tremble, and the pain in the head was hit.

"Hey!"

The light covered all around, and suddenly, a picture of the boulevard appeared in front of his eyes. The same mountain range, the same redness, a long figure walked through the land, and soon walked into a cave and sat down in the deepest part.

Time is like this, a little bit passed.

This slender figure didn't know how long it took to sit until the dust fell and slowly piled up on it, eventually turning into a large stone. Through this big stone, Lin Tian could still see the internal slender figure. The dragon symbol surrounds it, and the stone is not big, but the interior seems to be a vast space.

The slender figure does not move like a mountain. Only the dragons in the sky jump around, and then turn into a real dragon. Surrounded by the slender figure, the real dragon is full of length, and the thick is not aware of geometry, huge scary. However, Lin Tian stared at these pictures, but felt that compared to the slender figure, the real dragon is so small, just like sand.

Time passed, and I didn’t know how many years passed. The slender figure finally opened his eyes and stood up.

The faint radiance lingers on the side of the body. The slender figure is like a light, and the stone that was originally accumulated on him forms a stone, but it does not collapse. It still stands in the same place, and inside, 10,000 Qianlongfu is also jumping, and it is branded in it because of the power of time. The stone was turned into a stone monument with a high height.

The slender figure stared at the stone tablet, and the right hand was slightly lifted. It seemed to want to break it, but in the end it was to let go of the hand and look backwards. This action made Lin Tian suddenly tremble. He saw a pair of scorpions that were as deep as a starry sky. It was only a picture of the sea, but through the picture, he felt that the slender figure in the picture was watching him.

For a moment, Lin Tian only felt that the back was cold.

He stared straight at the picture produced in the sea, his eyes could not help but wide, staring straight ahead.

In the picture, the appearance of the slender figure is difficult to see. There is only one pair of scorpions that are deep and squatting. Later, Lin Tian sees that the slender figure seems to laugh, and the smile is inscrutable. Only a clean tooth is revealed: Wanshan, into the ancestral veins, buried the world and the earth. Fighting with people, fighting with the land, fighting with the sky, only to prove the eternal life."

The sly words reverberate in the sea of ​​knowledge, and the thousands of dragons jump, seemingly joyous, as if they are screaming.

Lin Tianqi trembled and fixed his eyes on the front.

This person... is the burial dragon god!

In the picture, in the cave, the slender figure smiles and steps out. The Qianchuan Mountain is behind him and disappears instantly.

"laugh!"

The picture collapsed and turned into a little bit of light, scattered in the sea of ​​Lin Tian.

Lin Tianqi is ecstatic, and his ears are constantly echoing the words of the slender figure... Going to Qianchuan, walking Wanshan, entering the ancestral veins, and burying the world. Fight with people, fight with the land, fight with the sky, just to prove the eternal life. The previous sentence is invincible, the Qianchuan Wanshan is in control, the Zulongmai is also difficult to block the way, it is the glory of the world, and the latter sentence, but it is the sorrow that can not be said, the life of brilliant and invincible, and finally It can only be defeated before eternal life.

"Make the Dragon Heaven!"

Lin Tian whispers, but the eyes are shining with the brilliance of the extreme.

Just seeing a simple picture of the past, he was able to feel that it was a man of great stalwart. Go to Qianchuan, take Wanshan, enter the ancestral veins, and bury the world! This is the words of the heroes. Looking at the past and the present, anyone in Putian can say such a thing, and only one person who is buried in the Dragon, one brilliant, one invincible!

Bury the world!

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

It seems that he feels his mood, knowing that the thousands of dragons in the sea are jumping, all shaking, and more dazzling light.

Lin Tian knows where he is now, and the endless years have passed. Because of the relationship between the dragon and the gods, the stones once formed a stone tablet, and the interior is a space. He is now inside the stone, and now he knows what is floating in the sea. Long Fu, that is the supreme master of the burial dragon Tianzun, the legend of the famous ten-day Tianyu... the funeral dragon!

He took a deep breath and became very calm.

The funeral dragons can control the magic of the heavens and the earth!

He closed his eyes, and all his thoughts were immersed in the sea of ​​knowledge, and he realized the dragon charm in the sea.

The dragon is dense and dense, like a dragon, and as his gods approach, he shakes one by one.

"Hey!"

A ray of light flashes, thousands of dragons are light, and the stars are a little bit.

Lin Tian earnestly realized these dragon symbols. Now, every dragon symbol seems to be intertwined with a general trend, engraved with a kind of road printing, vast and boundless, with great power. In the space inside the stone monument, he closed his eyes, his hands raised, and the slow and rhythmic strokes, there is a faint faint glow from his body.

At the same time, behind him, the mountains and rivers became manifest, the dragons roared, and there were nine heads of dragons in the vagueness, surrounded him.

"Go to the thousands of rivers, take the Wanshan, enter the ancestral veins, and bury the world!"

He whispered to himself.

As he swung his hands, he knew the inside of the sea, and the dragons jumped and made more dazzling light. Later, these dragons suddenly moved and turned into a little dragon and rushed out of his sea of ​​knowledge, rushing to every corner of his body.

These dragons seem to be a heaven and earth aura, and they seem to be a sect of the Tao, carrying unspeakable power, madly rushing to Lin Tian's flesh and blood, driving the magical power, pouring into Lin Tian's limbs and five internal organs. Influx into Lin Tian's body, the real element, poured into Lin Tian's singular eight veins, and gradually merged with Lin Tian.

"boom!"

A strong sigh of breath rushed out of Lin Tian's body, and the mightyness in the stone monument was raised.

Lin Tian didn't care. His hands were rhythmically swept, and the gods shrouded the whole body, intertwined with each dragon symbol, and realized the bits and pieces on it. These dragons are the composition of the burial dragons. This moment is one with him, making it easier for him to comprehend this saga. It seems that these dragons teach him to practice.

"Hey!"

In the body, the dragonfly vibrates and becomes louder.

Gradually, Lin Tian’s in vitro dragon increased from nine to eighteen, from eighteen to twenty-one. At the end, ninety-nine big dragons appeared on their side, each big The dragons are intertwined with volatility to the extreme, as if the true dragon of the ninety-nine legends hovered around him, setting off his whole person unattainable.

At this moment, Lin Tian has forgotten everything, silently practicing, without me, without him, without things,

Time, fast passing.

In the darkness, the stone fell and finally fell to the ground and fell into a black mud.

For all of this, Lin Tian did not have any perception. At this time, all his spirits were immersed in the body.

Thousands of dragons are intertwined in the body, seeming to shake in front of his eyes.

He crossed his knees in the stone tablet, his hands swiped, and a little halo lingered around him, and his body became stronger.

Among the flesh and blood, a dragon symbol is in the light, like a dragon, and it is like a round of small sun, illuminating the entire body of Lin Tian, ​​so that he knows the yin and yang lotus in the sea and sways, swaying a little black and white yin and yang Light.

"Hey!"

Ninety-nine big dragons roared, like a patron saint, hovering over his side.

Lin Tian was kneeling in the stone tablet, silently practicing, feeling no hunger and thirst, feeling no sleepy, Long Fu’s own aura replenished everything, and the Tao Yun’s possession was even more so that Lin Tian’s whole person was caught. In an ethereal environment.

In a blink of an eye, one month passed.

"boom!"

A month later, Lin Tian’s body rushed out of a stronger breath, and finally opened his eyes, and the light of the dragon pattern flashed away.

"Yukong Liuzhong Tianfeng!"

Lin Tian said to himself.

With his fist clenched, he felt a stronger force.

"Hey!"

Long Hao, resounding to the ten.

As he woke up, the ninety-nine big dragons that roamed outside his body roared and rushed around.

"Ka!"

With a crisp sound, Lin Tian felt something broke open and there was a cold wind.

Ninety-nine big dragons did not disappear, and the light shone brightly around him. He was now in the underground space of the cave. The stone monument was shattered by ninety-nine big dragons, and the fragments were scattered around. With a bang, ninety-nine big dragons roared again, turned back and hovered around him, and they rushed into his body and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The underground space is slightly cold and dark.

In the darkness, Lin Tian stretched out his right hand, and a blazing flame appeared in the palm of his hand, illuminating the surroundings again.

He looked up at the top of his head, his mouth slightly raised, and the dragon's feet flashed at the bottom of his feet, and his body slowly vacated and went up.

The mountain of the burial mountain is intricate, with mysterious powers in the depths, suppressing thousands of monks, and unable to control the air. Today, this force is difficult to suppress him. Today, he controls the complete funeral dragon. After a month of practice, he has a certain level. This place limits the power of the monk's flight and can no longer bind him.

Not long after, he rose to the top of the cave and opened the closed cave with swords.

The sun appears and dispels the darkness.

At the moment, it is at noon.

"Sunshine, long gone."

Lin Tian said to himself.

Despite being in deep practice, he still feels a little bit about how long it has been.