Chapter 1702: 280

Chapter 1702 Chapter 280: Dialogue between the Kings
Wanxian Mountain used to be the entrenched lair of the Xihe Dragon Clan. After the Human Clan expelled the Dragon Clan, it naturally inherited everything here.
Life will leave, but the traces will remain forever. The Dragon King’s cave, the wealth that was too late to take away, and even the bones accumulated over generations, have become treasures in the eyes of mankind.
Human races who are more intelligent than Yao race will not return empty-handed like Baoshan, so the martial arts style of Wanxian Mountain has an extremely strong demonic atmosphere.
Advocating wildness and domineering visualization, mostly based on totems in the Dragon Palace, those dragon shadows that have been vigorous and majestic after thousands of years are also the support of the supernatural soul of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Immortal Sect.
It is not difficult to simulating beast souls. The difficult part is how to take the step to the other side. This is a difficult problem for all the cultivators of simulating souls.
Even the blessed sect of Wanxianzong does not have a number of kings inherited in every generation. The peaceful life of Zhongzhou obliterates the further ambitions of most masters, but as long as they step out of the other side, they are all wrong. Out-of-pocket monster.
Huanglong Xianjun is such a character. The owner of the second-tier dragon spirit bloodline is born in the Ten Thousand Immortal Sect. According to the world, as long as you honestly choose a dragon shadow in the Dragon Palace, it is a change. Strong Broad Avenue.
But Huanglong Xianjun didn't take this path because of the awakening of the dragon spirit's blood. Instead, he used the real method to cast the soul. Such a hasty decision made the entire Ten Thousand Immortal Sect blow up.
At that time, the whole sect was degrading, as if Huanglong Xianjun's personal decision was a violation of the whole sect.
The first-ranked true biography walk was beaten into the cold palace. The elders at the time were angrily and annoyed to reclaim the resources, allowing the martial artist who spared no effort to fend for themselves.
The times are always like this, genius is destined not to be understood by many people. Those mediocre visions and cold words that claim to be superior are just slaps after the situation is reversed. This drama is vulgar, but it is always repeated because of the self-righteous mediocrity. , Never learn to shut up.
"Since the demon race was expelled from Xihe by our clan, it means that the human race is stronger than the demon race, and the dragon spirit bloodline is not used by you!"
At that time, Huanglong Xianjun's words were only regarded as a boy by Wan Xianzong, but who would have thought that after more than a hundred years, he would hit everyone in the face with combat power.
Even Yuanzhou Xu's Yirenguan admits that Huanglong Xianjun's development of the dragon spirit bloodline is even better than Yuanzhou Holy Land's research.
Moreover, the masters of the Foreign People's Hall did not want to come to Zhongzhou thousands of miles to ask for advice. Since then, the dragon spirit bloodline, which was originally not outstanding, has become the second-tier ground.
Such a stunning and brilliant character, only I said in his eyes, not to say that it is a late-comer king like Qionghua Xingjun, even if it is the old gods such as Taiyin and Guangming, he will not look at it.
Although I don't know the origin of the wild king who passed by, but Huanglong Xianjun is unhappy, but there is no good fruit.
An Jingtian, who carried his sword and shield behind him, drifted back quietly for a while, he didn't want to suffer.
Glancing at the governor-general of the king who was gloating for misfortune, Tang Luo politely bowed his hand to the king in front of him. People, I hope that fellow Taoists will be convenient."
The diplomatic strategy of courtesy before soldiers has always been highly respected by Tang Luo, so even if Huanglong Xianjun behaved very rudely, he still eloquently explained his future intentions.
"The little spirit world that fell on Wanxian Mountain is a Sanzhai thing, whether it's the spirit world itself, or the flower, grass, stone, or wood in it, it's all."
Xianjun Huanglong crossed his eyebrows with cold eyes, and said unceremoniously: "I will not blame you for the affairs of the next emperor Daqian, but if you have an idea to fight the spirit world, you can stop blaming me for being rude."
With Huanglong Xianjun's unceremonious answer, the scene fell into anxiety, Tang Luo with three points of helplessness and two points of regret on his face, spread his hands and said: "It seems that there is no room for negotiation on this matter?"
"How are you doing?"
Xianjun Huanglong grinned, his eyes full of interest.
"There will always be difficulties and obstacles in doing things. If you run into them, you will level them out."
The dark Dao Jingzhu appeared behind Tang Luo, like a round of black sun, out of sync with the big thousand, rotating and shrinking, until the inch square.
The pitch-black Daozhu, which seemed to be able to swallow everything, traversed a semicircle. The arc seemed to tear Daqian out of a hole, and the movement within a few minutes gave An Jingtian a horrible feeling of furrowing.
I saw Tang Luo holding the Daozhu with one hand, which seemed to be a sphere that could destroy the world, and it blended into his royal body gently.
This scene made Huanglong Xianjun overjoyed: "It's so fierce, the Lord's fighting spirit has been provoked, so please don't let people down!"
After saying that, Xianjun's sleeve robe was lightly raised, and the black cuffs swayed out a deep dragon's roar that resounded through the world.
A red-scaled blue-eyed dragon and a white-scaled flying dragon made of profound ice flew out from the left and right cuffs respectively. The dragon body, which was fused with dragon spirit, dharma body, king's intention, and rules, expanded rapidly in the great world, and grew into shape in an instant. Giant dragon.
There are countless dark red lines in the red crystal-clear scales, and there are endless flames between the opening and closing of the scales.
The white one has the wings of the mysterious ice bat that shields the sky and the sun, and it is not known whether it is an ice cone or a tentacled spike. It is a hurried sweep, which makes people feel a chill from the bottom of my heart.
Two dragons appeared in heaven and earth, feeling the unpleasant rules in their vitality, Qi Qilong roared, shaking Baili Fengyun and changing color.
In addition to the edict rule that does not allow the second condensation of spiritual power, the two dragon kings actually added other provisions to this world.
I saw the clouds in the sky blazing, dyeing half of the sky red, and the clouds on the other half of the sky were dark and snowy.
The two realms of ice and cold divide the world, but there is no meaning of collision and consumption, and the aura of the two dragon spirits is also constantly strengthening in this suitable environment.
Martial skills are the foundation created by the human race to defeat the monster. If the second condensing of the aura is prohibited, it means that the human race's biggest means to fight the monster king is abolished, and the dragon king, who is reshaped by the precious materials, will be afraid of close combat?
The eyes of the two giant dragons flashed with sly pride, letting the edict continue to work, and enjoying the strengthening of the climate, they attacked Tang Luo.
Huanglong Xianjun, who had two sleeves out of the dragon queen, shook his toga, shook his cuffs with both hands, and folded his hands to form a ball, looking at the red and white double dragons that were crushing over him indifferently.
For Huanglong Xianjun, it was just enough to teach a younger generation, two dragon kings.
Carrying the frost and flames, the two spirit dragons smashed the past. The red dragon's four-clawed pliers were wrapped around Tang Luo's shoulder and calf. The dragon's body was wrapped around. Just about to open its mouth, the dragon's horns were smashed. The pain caused the red dragon to cry. Twisted fiercely like a loach caught ashore.
(End of this chapter)