Chapter 1452: You are back!

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Chapter 1452: You Are Coming Back!
After that, the beast owner's figure flickered and disappeared.
And just when Youzhan rushed back to the Youlong tribe, deep in the Youlong tribe.
A group of people appeared in a back room.
As soon as they reached the door of this secret room, a sound of dragons rang out.
An immense amount of mighty power spread out instantly.
"Monarch, this is where the Dragon Blade is!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, the horned beast said quietly.
"The Dragon Blade is in this back room?"
Looking at the secret room in front of him, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a light.
"Monarch, the Dragon Blade is stored here!"
"If you want it, you won't be able to take it easily. Its mighty power is incomparable, especially its blade spirit. He has never recognized anyone as the master for generations.
There was a flash of light in his eyes, and Youyou said again.
The power of the Dragon Blade is terrible, but this Dragon Blade is a peerless weapon.
Although this Youlong Blade is stored in this Youlong family, this Youlong Blade has not been recognized by anyone.
"Have you never known the Lord?"
"That couldn't be better!"
Listening to Youyan's words, Mo Wentian's mouth slightly grinned, raising a radian.
You Dragon Blade has not yet recognized who is the master, so there is no such thing as Yi Zhu said. In this way, if he domesticates the You Dragon Blade, it is naturally extremely respectful to him.
At this moment, Mo Wentian's heart raised an idea, that is, to take down the Youlong Blade, and also to domesticate the Spirit of the Youlong Blade.
"Monarch, do you still want to domesticate this Blade Spirit?"
"This Dragon Blade is an artifact of the early emperor, plus it has never been controlled. You want to domesticate him. This is not an easy task!"
Upon hearing Mo Wentian, he was trying to domesticate the spirit of the Dragon Blade, and Youyan's eyes were full of suspicion.
In front of Mo Wentian, the strength is good, but it is not as simple as imagining to domesticate this dragon blade.
"Easy things Bendi doesn't like to do, there is no challenge at all!"
"Bendi has to do something challenging!"
Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed for a moment, and a bright light rose instantly.
"Emperor ..."
Youyan opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything.
"Go, look inside!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian seemed to think of something, a flash of light in his eyes, a cold voice.
After speaking, Mo Wentian stepped forward without any hesitation and walked directly towards the door of the secret room.
"Boss, be careful, there is a formation on the door of this secret room!"
Suddenly, Xiaoyu seemed to have found something, and there was a touch of cold and cold mang in her eyes, and she said in a deep voice.
"Matrix?"
Wen Yan, Mo Wentian's eyes fell on the door of the secret room.
"Roar ..."
"Roar ..."
...
At this moment, above the gate, the phantoms of eight dragons appeared. The figures of these eight dragons came from eight directions. The breath of each dragon has reached the peak of the emperor.
"Monarch, be careful!"
"This big formation is the strongest formation of my dragon family, the Eight Dragon Formation!"
Watching the appearance of these eight dragons, Youyan's eyes flashed quickly.
"Bafang Youlong battle?"
"This is a great array?"
Mo Wentian explored the eight-party Youlong array and looked extremely indifferent.
"Emperor, the breath of each of these eight dragon formations is indeed not strong, but once they form one, then the power of these eight formations will be terrible!"
"Even the Emperor's successful power can't break this battle!"
You looked at Mo Wentian, looking respectfully.
This eight-square dragon formation is the strongest formation of the dragon formation. Except that the strong person who can surpass the emperor's perfection can crack it, it can only be cracked by the person who set it up.
"The emperor can't break this battle?"
"I don't believe this evil!"
Frowning slightly, Mo Wentian's eyes were full of firm eyes.
The next moment, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all, and hit countless marks directly on the large array.
With Mo Wentian's one-by-one Indian tactics hit, a force suddenly spread out.
The eight phantom phantoms on that gate seemed to feel this power, and even hovered quickly.
The sound of dragons sounded instantly.
"What's going on? This sounds like it's coming from the back room!"
"I only heard this when the patriarch set up a closed room ban!"
"Is it impossible for someone to enter our back room?"
"If you want to enter our secret room, I am afraid that no one can do this except the master of the Tianji Mountains!"
"That's right, our Octagon of the Dragon Race is not a joke!"
...
In the mysterious temple, countless figures looked towards the secret room.
But their figures did not take a step forward, and could not say why. At this moment, the disciples of these discussions have not yet returned to the Youlong tribe.
I don't know the news that the disciples in the Youlong tribe have surrendered, but looking at the direction of the secret room, a horror of fear rose in their hearts.
As the outside world discussed, a figure descended from the void.
"Master Patriarch is back!"
"Meet you Patriarch!"
"Meet you Patriarch!"
...
Looking at the figure in the void, countless warriors bowed down to this person, their faces were full of respectful look.
"Get up!"
Youzhan looked at the disciples of the Youlong clan, and there was a complex light in his eyes, a kind of indifference.
With the words of Youzhan, numerous disciples of the Youlong tribe stood up.
"Master, haven't you gone to retreat to practice?"
"It's not time yet, why are you back?"
The next moment, a figure stood out, looking at Youzhan, and asked in doubt.
These disciples of the Youlong clan have returned from training in the middle region, so they do not know what happened to the Youlong clan.
"You all stay here with your patriarch!"
"Don't go back to Youlong!"
Wen Yan said that in the eyes of Youzhan, there was a terrible sense of killing.
The icy voice sounded, and the figure of Youzhan flickered, and disappeared in situ.
"Don't go back to the Youlong clan? What's wrong with the clan master?"
"Is it something that happened to you dragons?"
"Is there a dragon yin from the Octagonal formation just now? Is someone trying to break the Octagonal formation?"
"Master Patriarch asks us to wait here, we wait here!"
...
Looking at the figure left by Youzhan, the remaining disciples of the Youlong clan looked horrified.