Chapter 912: Wanlong worship [2] The second more!

Time is still at this moment.
The black vortex is only three centimeters away from Xie Aoyu, and it descends at an alarming speed, but in their eyes, it is extremely slow. Every time it drops by one centimeter, it is clear.
Even Xie Aoyu's speed of drawing his sword seemed to slow down.
It's like slowing down the camera.
It's not artificial, but it's too focused, reaching beyond their limits, producing strange effects and being able to see everything.
Xie Aoyu held his sword hard.
Keel sword slowly left the altar.
The black vortex representing death is falling, and the dark breath that drives the sky is dancing like a demon, opening his mouth and opening his mouth.
"Ka! Ka!"
The sound of the keel sword rubbing against the altar.
brush!
The black vortex descended, Xie Aoyu's head was partially covered, and his face immediately became extremely pale, extremely ugly, and vitality was passing by rapidly.
The ten major Warcrafts of tenseness all exude relaxation, they breathe out.
Talented magical power is enough to kill Xie Aoyu.
The situation is set!
The vitality absorbed by the silence caused Xie Aoyu to change quickly, but this change has just happened, but it began to recover in the first place.
But seeing Xie Aoyu's heart, there was a faint halo.
A golden light flickered from Xie Aoyu's heart position, and was erratic, surrounded by a trace of mysterious spirit, and the stimulating mysterious spirit bloomed a mild brilliance.
The golden light is the extreme night light!
Jiye Shenguang, the artifact obtained by Xie Aoyu at Xueluo Mountain that year, was later given to the Golden Eagle Condor to help him awaken. As a result, the Golden Eagle Condor blew up, but the Jiye Shenguang did not disappear. The thunderbolt spirit continued to maintain the power of the evil spirit's original seal of the tri-color god.
Now the passing of vitality has just touched the power and uprightness of the extreme night light.
Similarly, Xuan Ling was created by the concubine of the ancient emperor to express the existence of love. When Xie Aoyu faced a crisis, Xuan Ling naturally made contact.
Far away, the mysterious spirit at the heart of Yanmei was trembling violently, and it matched the trace of mysterious spirit that Xie Aoyu got, reached a connection, surging powerful power, and forcibly reached the destruction of the black vortex.
What made the six major Warcraft monsters startled was that nine traces of Xuan Aoyu flowed from Xia Aoyu's heart, flowed through his arms, and entered the keel sword.
"boom!"
The keel sword erupted immediately, and suddenly the black vortex was blown up.
The nine glories are naturally transmitted by the vast majority of the souls of the nine holy dragons that were obtained by Ruyan through the mysterious spirit.
Unstoppable, Xie Aoyu pulled out his sword.
"bass!"
Keel sword left the altar.
The nine holy dragons on the sword's body light up at the same time. Qiqi issued a shocking dragon chant, and with the sound of that sword, it formed endless coercion and mightyness.
Xie Aoyu grasped the Dragon Sword, all had a feeling that he could not grasp.
Although he has the breath of Tyrannosaurus Rex, after all, he is not the master selected by Dragonblade Sword. In Xie Aoyu's mind, probably the owner of Dragonblade Sword can only be one person, that is, Ruyan, other than her, others cannot control.
Jianming bursts.
Dragon soul shakes.
Feeling the sadness of the Dragons, looking at the broken bones of the Dragons all over the ground, thinking of those dragons who would rather be extinct than bowing their heads, Xie Aoyu's blood was boiling.
He held up the dragon-bone sword and yelled, "Dragon ... bone ... sword!"
"boom!"
The keel sword's brilliance flashed, lighting this underground space like daylight, and Xie Aoyu was like a holding a scorching sun.
"Roar!"
A terrifying dragon yelled from inside the keel sword.
This is the last dragon chant of the ancient Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Nine holy dragon patterns suddenly flew away from the keel sword. Each of them shone with brilliant brilliance, and turned into a one-meter-size figure around Xie Aoyu, giving him a more magical and mighty power.
Huge forces burst out.
That was the outbreak of the power of the nine holy dragons.
The six major Warcrafts that had consumed a lot of power immediately roared, the beast souls dissipated, and the strength of their bodies stationed in the six masters began to dissipate and flew out.
Countless bone dragons fell to the ground at this moment.
Worship of Wanlong!
Xie Aoyu, holding a keel sword, stood on the altar, sensing the pride of the dragons, the sadness of the dragons, the joy of the dragons, overlooking the scene of the countless bone dragons kneeling on the ground, a flash of light flashing in his mind suddenly The mystery of Longquan also emerged.
A shocking scene appeared before his eyes.
Wanlong flies to the sky, Tyrannosaurus Rex stands proudly, and Wanlong worships. All dragons have different levels of strength to form a circle and a circle. They together make a deafening roar, shake the wings of the dragon together, and form a wild attitude of fighting against the sky. This is the Dragon Race. The proud, disrespectful, disrespectful, would rather die than bow down.
Dragon Bone!
Xie Aoyu's eyes were closed, his spirit was infinitely sublimated, the kind of Mingwu climbed into his heart, and the final form of the tyrants of Balongquan gradually explained in his heart.
At the same time, the entire island of angels shook.
When the Dragonblade Sword left the altar, the entire angelic holy island, no matter what curse or restraint, everyone or dragon eggs burst.
The little dragons were born, and they swallowed the eggshells of the dragons and grew rapidly.
The number of dragon kings that have been mutated is incredible.
However, after the birth of these dragons, they have risen into the sky, flying to the high altitude, and flying in one direction, where the holy island of clouds and mist and the island of sacred land are located.
This move immediately caught the attention of all the masters of the Angel Island.
Because there are too many dragons born, and after taking the eggshell, the power is quite horrible. Some even have some other dragon eggs and eggshells nearby, so the strength has reached a level of horror, so there is no That strength dares to plunder these dragons.
The real side of Wanlong Xiangkong appeared in the sky.
All the masters followed behind many dragons, and they wanted to see what these dragons were going to do.
As a result, there was a very shocking scene around the sacred island of cloud and mist and the island of sacred island. There were tens of thousands of dragons flying in the sky, and the dragon king led around one of the largest tents, and outside of these dragons. It is dense, I don't know how many people, Warcraft is watching.
"Roar!"
There was a sudden dragon yin inside the tent.
The tent was not lifted, but people outside could see that there were nine dragon shadows flying in it, forming a dragon-like pressure unique to the dragon family.
"Roar!"
The dragons flying in the air issued a dragon yin at the same time, and the terrifying Tianyu was shaking, followed by the worship of Wanlong.
Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked.
"Who is in that tent?"
"Of course it is the owner of the two islands, the Sacred Island of Clouds and the Holy Island."
"It's too powerful. It can make the Dragon worship."
This argument sounded all around.
Everyone was shaking.
Wu Dongtian and Zheng Batian did not start a war at this time. They seemed to be standing together as friends, and their faces were different.
"I heard that Qin Ziao, a new generation leader in the sea area, has only exerted his power once on the Holy Island of Angels, that is, he has swept many masters, including my people, and even the strongest in the six holy places. Then it was silent. I didn't expect to have such ability. Alas, if you can ally with it, you might be able to form a dragon cavalry, then it will definitely have a great advantage in the three-party battle between you and us. "Wu Dongtian said .
"I'm afraid that your Wu family has no hope, but he killed Han Yue, destroyed the ice spirit beads, and had a bad relationship with western swamp people." Zheng Batian said coldly.
Wu Dongtian laughed: "A Han Yue and Bing Lingzhu could get his support in exchange. I earned it, didn't I?" He smiled and looked at Zheng Batian, "As for the relationship with the western swamp people, but not Stiff, it ’s not easy to just adjust it. Brother Zheng, such a powerful ally, actually took the initiative to launch it. Hey, it seems that the power in Brother Zheng ’s hands can defeat me and Xie Aoyu. . "
"Humph!"
Zheng Batian's nose almost crooked.
Originally, he had some regrets for breaking off the relationship between the two holy islands. At this time, when he saw the grand worship of Wanlong, he regretted his death, and he hated the dead Huo.
"We haven't officially severed the relationship, Brother Wu, your chances are not great." Zheng Batian snorted coldly.
"I'm afraid otherwise." Wu Dongtian looked at him with a smile and smile. "The rest of the Flame Protoss, I really don't know much, but the three elders Huo Xingjia, hey, this woman, I heard she told her son Huo Du The degree of recognition is not enough to describe coddling. Her son was self-destructed by Qin Zi's arrogance. Do you think Huo Xingjia will not trouble Qin Zi'ao? Who is Qin Zi'ao? Look at Wanlong worship In addition, the strength of the two holy islands behind them is not inferior to the Flame Protoss, not to mention that the sea area itself has an inexorable hatred with the Flame Protoss, plus the strength of the Flame Protoss in the vein of Huo Xingjia is opposed, hehe, I dare to conclude, You can only be enemies, you can never be friends again. "
Zheng Batian's face was iron-blue. As Wu Dongtian analyzed, all these reasons pushed him and the two holy islands to the opposite side. For the first time, he regretted the move.
Bi Yuzhen was listening, and there was a feeling of emotion in her heart. She also felt that the two sides were destined to break up, and it was no longer possible to join forces, all of which were caused by Zheng Batian.
The scene of worshiping Wanlong here also seems to be passed to Xie Aoyu's mind through the mysterious spirit. The two scenes of worshiping Wanlong overlap and overlap with the final form of the mystery of Balongquan. Finally, Xie Aoyu finally made that Balongquan the final. The mystery of a form is mastered.
Worship of Wanlong!
The final form of Balongquan ... Wanlong worship!
Xie Aoyu's spirit suddenly reached a high boiling point, and after the nine holy dragons also issued a deafening dragon chant, they returned to the dragon bone sword.
Keel sword fell into silence.
Xie Aoyu held it, no longer feeling power, he knew that it was because the dragon bone sword did not recognize him as the master. Once the master was recognized, the power of the dragon bone sword would be revealed.
Looking at those bone dragons, it seems that they have lost all their vitality and are lying on the ground one after another.
Xie Aoyu sighed, since then, the history of these ancient dragons is completely over, and this will be their permanent graveyard.
Looking around, Diego Sara and others have already left, and Xie Aoyu also put the keel sword into the space ring and left this dragon's graveyard. 2k novel reading network