Vol 2 Chapter 6: Ancestral Dragon!

Chapter Six: Zulong Falls!
"Dragon Ball. Look. Yarn, Chinese Web," Ye Jia narrowed his eyes and said, "There seems to be something else."
Zulong spit out this small ball, his expression suddenly fainted a lot, but in his eyes it was quite a little excited.
"This trick is that the Sage of Yuanyuan may not be able to retreat from his body. I see how you can prevent it!" Zulong looked at Tianlong and said arbitrarily.
"The quasi-sacred can hurt the saints, isn't it?" Ye Jia looked, and then grabbed it in the air, "close it."
As soon as the words fell, the dim golden dragon ball flickered away, and it appeared to Ye Jia's hands in an instant.
"My dragon ball! My dragon ball!" Zulong saw this, and suddenly burst into tears, roaring with vomiting blood, the dragon body turned sharply, as if to rush to Yejia.
With a wave of his hand, Ye Jia flicked him out, hitting the barriers of time and space, his keel was broken, and his breath was left.
"It's all about to die and you don't cherish time." Ye Jia shook her head, and then waved again, the vast vitality surged out again, and restored the second dragon to the best state.
"Continue." After saying that, he took the ball in front of himself and looked at it.
Tianlong shouted with excitement immediately, then rushed towards Zulong again.
"Roar--"
Ye Jia pinched the small golden ball, looked up and down, and then nodded: "It is indeed the Dragon Ball of Zulong that is good, Long Yuan is pure."
"Let me see what else is inside." As he said, he stretched out and made a slight turn around Dragon Ball, and the chaos and flowing arcs dangling from it were pulled out.
Ye Jia picked it up with his other hand, holding his palm a little, and the chaos and the arc merged into one, turning into a gray thunderbolt, hovering in his hands. See ‘Mao. Line, Chinese. Text, Net
"It turned out to be Chaos God Thunder." Ye Jia smiled slightly and nodded, "Yes, yes."
This chaos thunder was born before the development, beyond the floodland, it is extremely rare in today's floodland.
This chaos thunder can be regarded as the ancestor of thunder and lightning, the power of the thunder, and it is the sage who touched it. In general, it is necessary to peel off a layer of skin.
The ancestral dragon is not brave, but Zhunsheng ’s cultivation dared to gather this thunder into the dragon ball, and he was not afraid of being fried into a roasted dragon.
Although this is not powerful for the true Yega, it is also wonderful as a collection.
Ye Jia's lightly rotated, and the Chaos Ray suddenly converged and condensed into a gray ball the size of a little thumb's head.
He flipped his palm and took away Chaos Thunder.
"Dragon Ball ... I think of a good idea." Ye Jia looked at the golden dragon ball in his hand again, and turned his eyes, and suddenly smiled. I didn't know what thoughts, and then closed them up.
At this point he looked towards the field again, but saw that there were only a few of the nine-colored hourglasses. It seemed that the hour was almost three.
Tianlong made rapid progress, and the dragons were fighting each other.
The Zulong lost the Dragon Ball, his strength dropped, and the war in his heart was astonished. Therefore, at the last quarter of an hour, it is not appropriate to say that the two dragons are fighting each other. To be more precise, it should be that the dragons are violent.
Zulong was dying, immersed in the sea, full of bleak eyes, and the imperial power was long gone.
It is said that he is the body of innate gods and demons, and has been integrated into the floods to lead the ten thousand races. He has the profound cultivation of the quasi-sacred peak and peak, and due to this calamity, Tiandao should have noticed.
However, in the space-time barriers created by the true Yejia, the induction of heaven is temporarily blocked.
The time within the barriers is almost half an hour, but beyond the barriers, the instant effort has not yet passed one ten thousandth.
At this time, Zulong knew that he would die, and no life would be possible. He could not help but be full of resentment, and it was almost impossible to control himself.
"I'm dead, and I won't make you feel better!" He said angrily. "Dead in three minutes? Huh!"
In other words, he was a dragon body, Jin Mang was released, a devastating breath rushed towards him, and Tian Long suddenly retreated with vigilance.
"Roar--"
The sea was trembling.
"It turned out to be self-destructing. It was really boring." Ye Jia shook his head helplessly, and then slammed his palms. Zulong Wanzhen was twisted around the space and time, wrapping it up.
"Time slows down!"
Immediately in Zulong's horrified gaze, the time and space outside him had become relatively fast several times faster, and before he could explode, the nine-colored hourglass just above it had leaked clean.
"Three moments have arrived." Ye Jia's indifferent voice came.
The twisted void of that ancestor's whole body shook for a while, and then the nine-colored hourglass phantom instantly turned into nine-colored divine light, plunged into the barriers, and went straight into the ancestor dragon head ...
"Dead."
The ancestral soul of Zulong was so shocked that when his eyes became dark, his consciousness gradually disappeared.
His mana true element that was about to explode also subsided.
"It turns out that there is a Supreme Deity in this world ..." At the last moment before he completely lost consciousness, Zulong thought of it and then died.
The space-time barriers of his body fell apart, and then the dragon's corpse was lying in the water.
"Hint: You have obtained the first world fragment! You have obtained the first world fragment!"
Ye Jia smiled slightly: "Are you going to get the fragments of the world?"
After all, he turned to look at Tianlong again.
"Tianlong, do you want to be stronger?"
After hearing a word, Tianlong nodded excitedly: "Think!"
Ye Jia smiled, and then with a flick of his palm, Tianlong was dizzy and fell asleep.
When he was in shape, he came between the two dragons, looked around, and said, "The ancestral dragon's flesh and blood is rare, and the spirit is not broken. If it is condensed, it will be integrated into the dragon's body and its strength will be increased to The Sage of the Yuan Dynasty could not be simpler. "
After all, he nodded, and then pulled the dragon's body with his palm and moved directly above it.
"Hua!" Ye Jia had two points in one hand, and a huge force burst out instantly, entangled with the corpse of the mandarin dragon.
The ancestors of the ancestral dragon suddenly trembled. Under the influence of the great power, 5.7 melted and decomposed like ink and wash away the topography, dispersed in the sea water, and turned into a golden red stream. Slurry, swirling around, like mist.
"Refining!" Ye Jia's palm swirled gently, and this large group of golden red slushes suddenly converged and condensed.
Immediately, the golden red light was flourishing, the dragon shape was tumbling, and the flowing slurry was violently turbulent. At the same time, many gray impurities were discharged through refining, twisted into mysterious powder by mysterious forces, and disappeared into the seawater.
A few moments later, after countless smelting, the flowing slurry turned into a ball of thousands of gold-sized thick red pulp, full of energy and amazing aura.
Ye Jia's palm was pulled, and the thick slurry rose up and fell to Tianlong.
"Hehe!" The voice of the Yejia was immense.