The dragon chant reverberate, accompanied by a majestic aura that was enough to make the Great Masters of the Eight Realms tremble, causing the faces of the three of them to change drastically.

"Oh no, let's go!"

One of the three purple-robed old men spoke urgently.

The other two did not rush to escape, but stopped in front of the purple-robed old man and said.

"Brother Yulu, the two of us cooperated with you to win the golden scales, should you give us the things as agreed. ”

There was only one golden dragon scale, and now it was in the hands of the purple-robed old man, his face was anxious, and he shouted.

"I've been waiting for more than ten years of friendship, how can I lie to you, it's dangerous here, let's leave first, and after leaving, I will definitely give the reward with both hands." ”

The two of them were skeptical, and finally nodded, but after such a delay, Ying Long had already rushed over.

It opened its mouth and spat out, the dragon breathed, and a scorching air flow spewed out, and the clothes on the three of them suddenly rose with green smoke, as if they would burn at any time.

This is because they are not wearing ordinary clothes, but high-grade yuanqi.

The fact that these three people were able to avoid the impact of the previous underground river and sneak to the source of this river is enough to show that they are extraordinary.

The purple-robed old man was full of luck, and as soon as his big sleeves were rolled, a majestic power of true yuan enveloped his body, forming a purple arc, isolating the scorching dragon breath.

The aura emanating from him was not weaker than Mu Xue at all, or even stronger.

This purple-robed old man is a great master of the Eight Realms of Martial Dao, hidden very deeply, from beginning to end, no one recognizes him.

The other two are middle-aged men.

One is a tall crown, green shirt and cloud shoes, like an elegant scholar, and the other is a man with five big and three thick, wearing a black robe and a black beard.

The two cooperate tacitly.

The man in the green shirt twisted his fingertips lightly, and the ripples of the water spread out, temporarily resisting the dragon's breath, and the black-robed man attacked with heavy punches, and the continuous bombardment did not stop.

Although the strength of these two people was not as good as that of the purple-robed old man, everyone's aura looked stronger than that of Eagle Changkong.

They were at least the Great Grandmasters of the peak of the Seven Realms.

The three great masters joined forces, and if they were in the outside world, they could easily destroy a medium-sized country.

But at this moment, in the face of this dragon, they were walking on thin ice, and they did not dare to relax in the slightest.

After the dragon breathed, another raptor tail swing, and the thick dragon tail fell from the sky and drew towards the three of them.

The purple arc around the purple-robed old man immediately collapsed, and when he retreated, he directly turned around and spread out as fast as he could, flying towards the distance.

He had long sensed that the strength of this dragon was much stronger than before.

Don't say it's him, I'm afraid that even if the peak grandmaster of the Nine Realms comes, he won't dare to say that he will win, and now at this time, how to save his life and escape is the top priority.

The other two didn't have such good luck.

The dragon's tail containing terrifying power smashed down, and the man in green shirt and the man in black robe were instantly broken defense, blood sprayed wildly, and fell directly into the lake.

The water of the lake weighs 10,000 pounds, and once they fall in, it will be extremely difficult to climb out again, unless they can cross the water with swords like the people of the One Sword Sect.

Fortunately, Ying Long didn't care about them, but chased after the old man in purple robe, and he took the golden scales, which was the primary target.

The man in green shirt and the man in black robe calmed down, and were about to sneak to the shore and take out a life-saving magic weapon to escape, when they heard an alarming fluctuation under the lake.

The two of them immediately looked down, but because the lake was too deep, they couldn't see anything, but the fluctuation made them feel a terrifying feeling of numbness in their scalps.

It's as if some bloodthirsty and murderous monster is hiding under the lake.

These two people are great grandmasters, and they have never encountered any strange and dangerous things, but they have never been so frightened and frightened as they are now.

The man in the green shirt didn't care too much, he just wanted to leave here immediately, and he took out a piece of green bamboo from the spatial ring.

This green bamboo is a rare treasure, light as a feather, and immediately brought the two of them to the surface.

Just as they were about to borrow this small piece of green bamboo to row to the shore, a great suction force suddenly came from under the bottom of the lake, and the two of them were violently dragged to the bottom of the lake.

Only a small piece of green bamboo was left floating on the water.

On the other side, Ying Long quickly caught up with the purple-robed old man and said angrily.

"Despicable humans, return my life to the golden scales. ”

The treasures in his hands, how could the purple-robed old man hand them over easily.

Since he entered the Divine Tomb, he has been hiding, in order to reap the benefits of this sitting, and he did not even show up when his own nephew Sun Yuheng was killed.

The purple-robed old man snorted, turned his fingers into a sword, and suddenly pointed towards Ying Long.

"Ziyang Finger!"

Under this finger, the majestic True Yuan power in his body immediately condensed a purple ball at his fingertips, and the purple light shone in all directions, like a purple sun.

At this moment, Ying Long was anxious and angry, a pair of wide wings were violently stirred, the wind was raging, it directly stretched out the golden dragon claws, pinched and exploded the purple sun, and grabbed the old man in the purple robe again.

The purple-robed old man retreated continuously, and all kinds of martial arts were wildly displayed, but they were useless, and he was crushed by Ying Long with great strength almost in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, a wave of water exploded in the distant lake, rushing to the top of the cave, and the tomb of the god buried deep in the ground was opened.

In the originally dark and dim underground, a beam of sunlight appeared that should not exist.

This sudden scene was shocking.

The purple-robed old man was overjoyed, and immediately rushed to the entrance of the cave, preparing to leave the Divine Tomb directly from there.

But Ying Long's heart sank, and he rushed towards the purple-robed old man even more frantically, it must recapture the golden scales, otherwise everything is over.

In order to regain the golden scales, it even did not hesitate to use the last trace of the natal dragon yuan stored in the golden scales.

A golden scale under Ying Long's wings quickly dimmed.

This scale was taken from Xue Jian's hand, and it was used to repair the gap at the bottom of the lake, which consumed most of the natal dragon yuan, and at this moment, after this golden scale dimmed, it finally dissipated.

Ying Long's strength skyrocketed instantly, his speed was as fast as lightning, and when the purple-robed old man was about to rush into the hole, he pinched him in the dragon's claws.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me...... I'll give you back the scales. ”

The purple-robed old man looked frightened, and hurriedly begged for mercy and shouted.

At this time, the undercurrent at the bottom of the lake was turbulent, and a slender black shadow rushed out from the bottom of the water.

At the moment when the purple-robed old man took out the golden scales, the slender black shadow suddenly rushed out of the water and bit the purple-robed old man's body.

Half of the old man's body was bitten off in an instant, blood and flesh splashed, and even the golden scales were swallowed into the mouth by the black shadow.

Ying Long was furious, opened his mouth and bit the tail of the black shadow, but it broke its tail and fled, rushing into the lake.

At the same time, more slender black shadows rushed out from the bottom of the lake, twisting and turning, rushing towards the surface of the lake.

The crack at the bottom had been widened to a length of hundreds of meters, and a pitch-black shadow that was dozens of times larger than the other black shadows poked its head out from the other side of the crack.

Its huge eyes slowly turned, looking upward, as if quietly surveying the world.