Chapter 185: Listen to the story of Lao Long

Zhang Xing was stunned when one person and one dragon entered it.
This ... this is a huge grave! It is two or three times larger than the black (color) land above.
The entrance looked down, and a gold (color) mottled stele stood in front of the grave.
There is no text on it. The surface seems to be corroded and broken, and it seems to be black (color) mucus pouring from above, contaminating the entire stele.
Looking back at the stone monument, the huge domed building lies silently deep in the ground.
Like the stele, the gold (color) building has been dim, and the black (color) slime is covered on it. Only a small piece of gold (color) material remains on the top of the grave.
And the entire space exudes a sad desolation!
When I do n’t know, Jinbao has already burst into tears, kneeling on the ground, kneeling in three steps with a ritual unique to the dragon family, bowing in five steps, and bowing down from the stone steps!
At the same time, Zhang Xing's heart was also in pain, and the inexplicable sadness attacked the whole (body sh n) sensory cells.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Douda's tears smashed on the ground, and the heart was broken!
Step by step towards the tombstone solemnly.
Reached out and tried to wipe off the black (grey) oil from the tombstone.
But the feeling of tentacles let him know that the dark spots could not be erased, and they were integrated with the tombstone.
Zhang Xing bowed deeply with the etiquette of the ancestors on earth!
"Heibao, Xiaobai, come out!"
Summing up the two dragons, Zhang Xing retreated to one side.
As soon as the two dragons came out, they fell to their knees on the spot, tears streaming into the river!
At this time, the sorrow of the cemetery was more intense, and the momentum of black (color) greasy death seemed to have intensified again.
"boom!"
But at this moment, the whole grave was shaken, and the small piece of gold (color) matter suddenly radiated (shooting sh 射)!
Immediately afterwards, an unreal huge shadow appeared above the grave.
"It's a dragon!"
"A gold (color) dragon more than thirty meters long!"
Zhang Xing looked at the scene in shock.
However, the illusory Golden Dragon is long gone from its heyday, and the weak seems to dissipate at any time.
It can be seen from the extremely deep and vicissitudes of the eyes that this is a very old dragon.
It may be over one thousand years old or not, and Zhang Xing couldn't confirm.
But Zhang Xing knew that this old dragon had only one last breath of energy, and when this breath dissipated, he would sleep forever!
"Little guys, your arrival gave me the biggest surprise!"
The old and joyous voice came from the air, and the golden dragon spoke.
"I've seen senior Jinlong!"
Three Dragon Buns Salute!
"Huh! That's good! Someone of the Dragons has succeeded!"
"It surprises me so much, it touches me so much!"
"I thought I would never see my descendants in this life. I did not expect that there would be three at the last moment of death.
Lao Long turned his eyes to Zhang Xing: "Human friends, thank you for raising the three children of my tribe, thank you!"
Saying the old dragon bowed his head to express his thanks!
"Old seniors, you don't need to be polite. We just signed an equal contract. The brotherhood is greater than the relationship between the master and the servant!"
"You always rest assured that we will work hard to grow together!"
Nodded, the old dragon looked around the entire cemetery.
"I know you have a lot of questions in mind, so let me just briefly say it!"
"Things (Qing Qing) have passed for a thousand years, and I have been trapped here for 800 years, of which 200 years have been fighting the Dark Legion.
"In the Dark Legion, there are countless undead armies, puppets, and even eroded dragons. The battle is extremely difficult!"
"..."
With a brief language, the fighting situation was probably explained in a few minutes.