The roaring dragon roared and pierced the heavenly dome, and above the ruined heavenly dome, a silver dragon more than three hundred zhang long kept rolling, and the silver-white scales brushed off, and the dragon's blood fell to the earth, crushing the mountains and rivers, and turning into a lake of blood.

However, no matter how Yinyue Tianhe roared, his body was always firmly locked by the four figures, and he couldn't escape into the cave.

"Terran, you are making enemies of my dragon clan, you will die without a place to bury!"

In the dilapidated void in the sky, a silver dragon head poked out, and a pair of silver eyes were like two silver moons, staring at Qingyang Huan in the distance, he could naturally see that Qing Yang Huan was the mastermind of these dragon blasphemers besieging him.

Once, the dragon emperor of the human race hunted a real dragon, and the strong combination of the blood of the real dragon left an incomparable pain to the dragon family, and the dragon blood family of the dragon and the human race from that era can be described as endless.

And the most important thing is that in order to improve their combat power, the human race of the dragon blood family will do everything possible to hunt the dragon bloodline to condense their battle body.

He just came to hunt down and kill the remnants of the mink, and he was so unlucky, and he met four warriors of the dragon blood family at once, looking at those blazing eyes, he really took him as a meal.

The upstream combat power of the three half-kings, plus a warrior with midstream combat power, besieged an upstream half-king of the silver dragon clan, although the dragon clan is strong, but the dragon blood families have been hunting dragons for so many years, and the tactics derived from them are all specially deduced for hunting the dragon clan.

"Terran, you will be the eternal enemy of my Silver Moon Dragon Clan!"

A large area of dragon scales brushed off, the dragon's blood murmured, and the severe pain continued to stimulate the Silver Moon Tianhe, and his roar shook the heavens and the earth.

"Kill me, and wherever you flee, you will die. With a dragon groan, the heavens and the earth screamed, and the silver moon and Tianhe were completely restrained by the dragon chains.

"Let's go!"

For the silver dragon that was bound, Qingyang Huan stepped back, and the prisoner Gu and the others dragged the huge dragon body to follow behind.

......

In Qingyang Clan City, all the clansmen gathered under the altar and talked about it, but unfortunately the patriarch and the clan elders on the altar closed their eyes and kept silent, and they could only stare dryly.

Thundered!

The slightly dim Cave Void Road trembled, and a tyrannical and incomparable momentum seemed to be generated out of thin air, urging the shaking of the entire Cave Void Road, making the clansmen gathered below stagger.

What is that!

A silver piece of flesh pierced the void sky, and a large amount of blood dripped and smashed onto the earth, even the splash of blood caused the stone house and stone building to be eroded, and green smoke came out.

Fortunately, above their heads, an invisible protective shield protected the sky, colliding with a large drop of dragon blood, splashing blood flowers, and soon all the clansmen found that the dragon blood in the clan city had accumulated into a river.

It's a dragon!

The three-hundred-foot-long silver dragon was suspended above the altar like this, and no matter how much it struggled, it could not untie the dragon chain on its body.

"It's really a dragon!"

"Look at it, it's the young master, it's the young master who is back, it's the young master, the young master has caught a dragon and come back!"

Soon, next to the big dragon's body, many clansmen found Qingyang Huan's figure, and he stepped into the void and stood opposite the silver dragon.

"The young master caught a dragon and came back, and set up an altar, is it ......?"

The altar, the silver dragon, and the entire clan bloodline clan gathered together, and some warriors quickly thought of something.

"Terran, you're looking for death for your tribe!"

Staring at the big eyes like the silver moon, the silver moon Tianhe roared angrily, at this moment he was completely scared, altar, does he need to talk about his fate!

Throughout the ages, I don't know how many dragons have been sent to the altar like him, he is not the only one, even if it is a dragon clan in the realm of kings, the dragon emperor at the level of the emperor, has been carried on the altar by the human race, and he is just a descendant of the dragon bloodline at the level of a half-king.

"No!"

Seeing Qingyang Huan raise his arm high, and his blood qi condensed into a purple gold heavenly sword in his hand, Yinyue Tianhe shouted in horror.

"Slash!"

The heavenly sword slashed down and slashed at the dragon head of the silver moon, and in an instant, the dragon's blood rolled in mid-air and exploded, and the dragon head that was dozens of zhang in size was thrown up like this, and the silver dragon eyes opened wide.

Seeing Qingyang Huan split the dragon head with a sword, the Qingyang clan people below were subconsciously stunned.

Really killed!

The dragon's blood turned into a blood mist like rain, converging into a dragon-like air flow in the void, and the sound of the dragon roared to the sky.

Rumble!

The huge dragon corpse smashed down towards the altar below, and at this moment, the altar made of ordinary bluestone seemed to be blessed by a mysterious power, and the dragon corpse smashed down and shattered, and the altar was not damaged in the slightest.

The dragon's corpse was shattered to pieces, and the shattered flesh covered the entire altar, and the gurgling dragon blood flowed downward.

Qingyang Huan stepped on the altar, and at this moment, the eyes of all the clansmen fell on him.

"Today, let's wake up the sleeping ancestors and trace the ancient years of Qingyang!"

The desolate trumpet sounded, and some of the clansmen threw the elixir, jade, fine stones, and various rare spiritual objects they were holding in their hands towards the altar.

At a glance, the entire altar was shrouded in jewels, and all the precious spiritual objects of the Qingyang clan were taken out, and the rich essence was like a tide, and it was soon covered by dragon blood.

Awaken the sleeping ancestors!

Everyone was immersed in Qingyang Huan's words, and below the altar, led by the elder patriarch of the previous generation, all the clan elders knelt on the ground one after another, and in the back were the Qingyang clansmen who were all on their knees.

Standing on the altar, Qing Yanghuan opened his hands, and an obscure voice sounded in his mouth, this is a long-standing sacrificial text, in fact, he doesn't understand it too much, this is an ancient mantra to worship the ancestors, and the origin has long been unknown.

Airplanes!

I don't know when, a faint yin wind floated above the altar, and a strange shape of phantoms overcame the heavens and the earth, these phantoms had no real entity, but they were opening their mouths to devour the blood floating in the air.

The desolate and ancient aura seemed to be awakened from the silence of time and space, cruising in the surrounding void, all the clansmen of the Qingyang clan were all tightened, as if they were seen through by some unknown existence.

The ancient rituals awakened too many unknown beings, and they turned into invisible holy spirits devouring dragon blood, jade, elixir, and essence stones.

Qingyang Huan looked towards the sky, there were too many, and the illusory shadows continued to transform into hideous faces, making piercing screams, as for which one belonged to the ancestor of the Qingyang clan, it was not clear at all.

"My Qingyang Clan!"

Finally, a roar came out of his mouth, and the heavens and the earth trembled, and countless manifested ghosts and gods stopped devouring them.

"The Qingyang clan lost in the years, the bloodline of the younger generations calls for the sacred return of the ancestors. ”

Qing Yanghuan's hands were spread out, and a drop of essence blood floated out of his body, suspended in mid-air, like a purple-gold sun.

Under the altar, seeing Qingyang Huan's movements, all the human races forced out a drop of essence blood, even if it was a doll that had just been born, it was squeezed out by the adults A drop of essence blood, and it fused with the purple-gold sun in the sky.

Roar, roar, roar!

The yin spirits and ghosts wandering between heaven and earth stagnated, revealing a kind of contemplation, looking at the blood gathered in the void, and the phantom shadows of illusory figures made a piercing sound.

Airplanes!

Finally, after the purple gold blood trembled for dozens of breaths, it exploded violently, enveloping all the manifested phantoms, the clan blood was like a flame, countless phantoms screamed, and the illusory bodies rose with green smoke, and they retreated one after another, only an illusory shadow devoured the sacrifices below.

The flesh and blood of the dragon corpse were dissolving at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the dragon blood, elixir, and essence stone under the altar were also constantly dissolving.

The illusory and invisible phantom gradually became clear, this was a cyan figure more than five hundred feet high, its face seemed to be shrouded in mist, and it devoured the sacrifice with a big mouth.

Devouring the sacrifice and accumulating strength, the tall figure began to fight back in all directions, and the phantoms who were attracted together became the targets of his attacks, constantly scratching these phantoms.

The huge palm grabbed the surrounding Yin Spirit, opened his mouth and swallowed it, and the giant-like figure also stared quickly, and three huge battle flags appeared behind him, which were inserted on his back.

"Qingyang!"

The majestic qi seemed to span the ancient time and space, and on the mist-filled face, two eyes swept the void below like divine lightning.

"My Qingyang hip, Qingyang Ninth Emperor!"

The Qingyang clan people who knelt on the ground were all shocked at this moment, even though the void in the sky was majestic, but it brought them a feeling of blood kinship.

The whole soul and body are extremely stable, as if the lost have found their way back.

Boom!

At this time, in the northeast direction of the clan city, the sound of gold and iron exploded, and a stone tablet flew into the void like electricity, which was the totem stone tablet.

"The ancestral stone of Qingyang Mountain. ”

The Yin Spirit's eyes shrouded below, but the body shattered inch by inch, turning into bits of western starlight and submerging into the body of every Qingyang Clan's clansmen.

"It's hot. ”

Some clansmen roared, and in an instant, everyone felt a flame ignite in their bodies, as if they were burning flesh and blood.

"Bloodline Revival!"

Qing Yanghuan felt the breath of the clansmen below, one by one, like a volcanic eruption, constantly tumbling and surging.

Their bloodline is inherited from the ninth emperor of the Qingyang clan!

It's a pity that the majesty of the ninth emperor has already been buried in the years, but the remaining majesty has begun to feed back the blood of future generations.

"The bloodline in my body seems to be on fire, no, I've been promoted to the Totem Realm!"

"My strength has also improved!"

The breaths were intertwined and splashed, and the boiling blood was like a tide.

Boom!

The totem stele fell back from the void and smashed into front of Qingyang Huan, which was different from the original totem of the real roaring sky.

On the picture on the totem at this moment, Zhen Qian was squeezed to the ground obediently, and a tall and majestic figure with a three-pole battle flag behind his back sat in the center.

"Hmm. ”

Immediately after, Qing Yanghuan let out a muffled snort, and he felt that a blazing flame was also burning in his body, like a heaven and earth oven about to be dumped, scorching and tyrannical!