Chapter 1679: Eat dog food in the dragon tomb

Chapter 1679 Eat Dog Food in the Dragon Tomb
It covered the sky and covered the sun, surrounded by mist, like a dragon clan secret realm, standing at the foot of the towering mountain gate in front of them, within the dragon clan’s tomb, the yang suddenly weakened and the yin began to thicken. At this time, he was embraced by the gods. Ling Shiyin took a deep breath of the death yin that permeated from the Dragon Clan's tomb, and his eyes recovered a trace of radiance.
It’s no wonder that the dead dragons are buried in the tombs of the dragons. Those dragon skeletons have no souls. The place where the dead gather is bound to weaken Yang Qi and strong Yin Qi. The dragon king pays attention to the spirits. Mysterious place, this is a privilege that even her master does not have.
Therefore, Ling Kui held his stomach, leaped lightly from the back of the Hellhound, stood obediently behind the Dragon King, looked at each other invisibly with the Heavenly Demon and Ling Shi, and both were silent.
"Devil, let me down, I can go by myself..."
When they all arrived at the tombs of the dragon ancestors and the war dragons who had died in the past, Ling Shiyin held a heart of admiration, gently patted the demon on the shoulder, and whispered.
"Don't force it." The demon frowned coldly and hesitated.
"Well, yes, it's okay. I'm not so weak. There is a lot of yin here, I have strength."
Ling Shiyin said, letting go of the hand that encircled the heavenly devil's neck, and jumped down.
During the period, Ling Shiyin didn't notice it, the Dragon King Qingcang who was facing them back, after hearing what Ling Shiyin said, his face was very solemn and cold, and a trace of satisfaction passed in those twin powerful dragon eyes.
He clasped the ten fingers of the demon tightly, holding hands, Ling Shiyin was next to him, feeling a little expectant.
"Rumble—"
As the Dragon King opened the dusty tomb gate mechanism on the side of the Dragon Tomb Mountain Gate for many years, a majestic entrance opened in the center of the standing mountain gate. The entrance was covered with black paint. After the air rushed into it, there was a frightening clamor. The roar, the sound was like a roar of Wanlong, shocking people.
"Follow! It's intricate like a maze. If you are not careful, you will get lost. Don't call this king to find you!"
The Dragon King looked back on the right side, glanced at the spirit and warned, and said.
"Good Dragon King, I know the Dragon King."
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It is indeed a dragon tomb built by the dragon clan. Compared with the ancient tombs of the imperial tombs that Linggui has seen before, I don't know how grandiose is.
The tomb passage that can accommodate 20 people walking side by side at the same time has a height of 50 meters.
If this is not a tomb, but a palace, the kind of impossible building built by the ancients' skill.
Linggui ordered the Hellhound to shrink to a normal state, and obediently follow behind her, followed by the Dragon King Qingcang along with the Tianma and Ling Shiyin, and silently stepped into the wide tomb passage.
Every time they walked out of the tomb, the "eternal light for ten thousand years" hanging high in the tomb passage would automatically light up.
The "Eternal Lantern for Ten Thousand Years" was actually made of the corpses of a blood-sucking monster of the Shura tribe.
As the Dragon King walked, he introduced the spirits in a wicked way: "The corpse oil lamp made by the blood-sucking monsters of the Shura tribe is even better than the lamp oil made by the sea shark human race. The burning of the shark corpse oil No matter how long it takes, it will not exceed five thousand years, and these things have been burned intermittently in this dragon tomb for tens of thousands of years."
"Meat can be eaten, corpse oil can be used as a lamp, and bones can be stored. The Shura people are really easy to use."
As Lingyu walked, she looked up and watched the Shura corpses hanging on the sides of the tomb passage.
However, she also discovered that there were no bells and whistles in the dragon tomb, and no exquisite murals. The walls of the tomb were smooth, as if carefully polished, but empty.
"I thought there would be exquisite murals such as reliefs recording the glorious deeds of the dragons in this tomb, didn't they?"
"Hmm..." The Dragon King replied solemnly, and then said again, "The clansmen don't know this kind of craft."
"..." That would be a pity.
After all, the dragons can only do things, as if they can't do that kind of delicate work, they are impatient and unnecessary.
One hour passed...
Two hours passed...
But still walking through the tomb of the dragon clan.
Lingyu has been imagining in his mind, what kind of grand occasion is it in the ancient tomb where the dragon remains are buried, is a dragon skeletal one hundred meters long buried in a coffin? Then they are neatly arranged there, magnificent, or are a hundred-meter-long dragon skeletal each possessing its own tomb and sleeping quietly in this peaceful place?
And when the vision in front of him suddenly became wider, Linggui looked at everything in front of him in disbelief, took a breath, and suddenly felt like his whole body was boiling.
neither!
The giant dragon tomb stone gate made from the black rocks of the Black Devil Mountain was pushed open by the Dragon King.
Ten thousand lights are always bright, gleaming like stars, brilliant fist-sized sparkling stars, like the brightest stars in the night sky, gleaming inside the unusually wide mountain belly in Shimen, and countless black cylinders stand on top of the sky in the Dragon Sleep Hall. Every ten roots form a row, and at a glance, there are nearly a thousand roots.
On each of the black cylinders, there was a hundred-meter-long, domineering and mighty giant dragon hanging around the sky.
Those giant dragons are lifelike, not like the dead dragons that have passed away, and they still maintain the majesty and awe-inspiring of their lives.
It was like nearly a thousand dragons, with their heads high and their chests high, looking up at the sky of stars and roaring at that dragon.
In this scene, the spirits watching were boiling with enthusiasm and awe.
At this moment, the Dragon King Qingcang knelt down on one knee in a pious and respectful manner. Behind him, the demon also followed his father's appearance. He knelt down. As soon as he saw it, Ling Shiyin also knelt down. This is a tribute to the dead souls, the spirits. She was inconvenient, but she slowly supported her waist and knelt to the ground. Even the three-headed dog from the behind her whimpered and fell on the ground obediently.
"The ancestors and ancestors who slept in the tomb of the Dragon Clan, the compatriots and brothers who have passed away in the long years, I am really sorry for Qing Cangjin to enter the long sleep for disturbing you."
The Dragon King slammed his head towards the nearly a thousand dragon skeletons in the Long Sleep Hall, and then stood up.
After standing still for a while, the Dragon King looked back at Ling Shiyin, concise and majestic, "Go choose!"
Ling Shiyin was stunned. At a glance, they were all dragon skeletons, with different colors and different postures. There were dragon skeletons of true dragons, and dragon skeletons of ben dragons. Among them, the most brave and good fighting, the dragons have the most combat effectiveness. The battle dragon remains of the strong Yinglong faction.
This also made Lingyu understand that among the dragon clan, Yinglong had the largest number of deaths. Therefore, the Yinglong clan was so respected by the dragon among the dragon clan. Even the dragon king would give all his children to Yinglong for teaching. The dragon family is as important as the general in the dragon family.
"Choose whatever you want? Dragon King?"
(End of this chapter)