Ao Canglan's body drilled out of Nangong Fan's body, and her streamlined body carried indescribable elegance, as if this was the most perfect creature in heaven and earth.

Ao Freesia has an ancient and noble aura all over her body. The golden pupils are sandwiched with a hint of blue, and there is an indescribable agility in them.

The golden-blue light spread from Ao Canglan's body, and Nangong Fan seemed to feel the ground sink with it.

A dragon's groan resounded through the sealed pit around it.

If Ao Canglan's dragon moan is still immature, then the dragon moan that sounded at this time reveals an indescribable vicissitudes and sacredness.

Nangong Fan felt his heart tighten, as if something that brought him a great sense of oppression emerged from this heaven and earth.

A transparent dragon about the size of Ao Freesia soared out of nothingness. Cracks like spiderwebs appeared in the ground, and countless bursts of blood shot into the sky.

A trace of black qi on the ground was stripped out in the sound of the dragon's groan. A loud wail rang out from the void. It was like coming through layers of void.

A pair of huge blood pupils appeared above the pit, filling the place that had been made the entrance by Nangong Fandang.

What kind of eyes are they?

There was not the slightest fluctuation in the blood pupils, only endless indifference, and there was a resentment hidden in it that was enough to subvert the sky. There was a murderous intent in his eyes, and it came out with a monstrous roar.

The stone walls swayed and buzzed, and even Nangong Fan felt that his ears were deaf.

The projection on the stone wall gradually became clear under the roar, as if it was about to travel across time and space from the distant realm.

Madness flashed in Nangong Fan's eyes, "Canglan, can you absorb the qi of the ancestral dragon?"

Ao Canglan let out a brisk long groan, rolled up Nangong Fan and turned into a rainbow light and headed towards the sky. Without hesitation, he went straight into the ancestral dragon qi that turned into a giant dragon.

Nangong Fan only felt that he was completely wrapped in a heavy aura in an instant.

Ao Canglan's comfortable moan sounded in his ears, but he was torn apart by this seemingly non-dangerous aura in an instant.

Blood beads rolled down from the surface of the body, and the blood mist rose all around the body, and even the meridians were filled with the energy in it in an instant, and every step of this energy in the body was extremely difficult, bringing unspeakable pain to Nangong Fan.

Nangong Fan's face was hideous, and the beast transformation technique was running wildly in his body.

He understood that the owner of the huge blood pupil also wanted to get this ancestral dragon qi, but he was bound by the rules and couldn't do it himself. Only then did he use the blood of the human race to bind the ancestral dragon's qi, but he suddenly broke out a real dragon to take away all his achievements.

He was unwilling, but he still didn't want to risk his life, and he used his great mana to send many demon beasts in his territory to this realm.

Nangong Fan wants to snatch food, because only in this way can there be a glimmer of life. Who knew that the Ancestral Dragon's Qi was not as easy to absorb as he imagined.

He's in a race against time.

The stunned praying mantis on the ground came to life again.

He tried again and again to use his tough arms to borrow strength on the stone wall, he wanted to disturb the absorption of Nangong Fan and Ao Canglan.

And Ao Canglan and Nangong Fan ignored this.

In this quiet pit, the mid-air gradually condensed into a cocoon of light. The light cocoon exudes an ancient, holy atmosphere. The monsters on the stone wall are also becoming clearer and clearer, as if they can cross the space and come out of it at any time.

And among them, there are monsters that are born to fly.

Wang Zai and King Beiliang also noticed the changes in the outside world, accumulated spiritual power, and no longer made senseless stubborn resistance, and they were also waiting for the change to happen.

It was silent under the pit.

In the midst of the chaos, there is a space wrapped in eggshells, slowly wriggling and expanding rapidly.

There is not the slightest life in the space, and the earth and the sky are not distinct. Until one day, the sky was full of spring rain.

Ancient creatures with wings appeared out of nothingness. They are bloodthirsty, they are powerful, and they dominate the mountains and rivers. They feed on other creatures that appear, and feed on all things in heaven and earth.

The space is still expanding in chaos, as if it is going to expand like this until it reaches its extreme, and with a bang, it returns to its original point and starts a new round of evolution.

A soft sound echoed between heaven and earth, and the space finally stabilized.

The Heavenly Dao is mighty, giving birth to a new round of perfect creatures.

There are dragons that are more magnificent than mountains and rivers meandering from the bottom of the sea, and there are flames burning the sky and turning into wings and flying high.

The ancestral dragon and the ancestral phoenix were both born from heaven and earth.

Born to know, it can compete with the first generation of gods and demons.

The demon beast has a backbone and starts a battle for hegemony. They want to take a piece of land from the first gods and demons to roam in.

The ancestral dragon took pity on him, went deep into the chaos, moved mountains and refined stones, and tried in vain to make everyone a dragon. The birth of the first Dao artifact between heaven and earth shook the entire space.

Over time, the Dragon Gate crumbled in a great war.

Despite this, each fragment has great power, and it is a supreme treasure in the eyes of the true dragon in the future.

With this fragment, there is no supreme possibility to comprehend the path of the ancestral dragon. Who wouldn't want to be the successor to a powerful being like the Ancestral Dragon?

There is a fragment of the Dragon Gate in the ancient battlefield, which was refined into a weapon and left a great reputation.

But in the last battle of the ancient battlefield, it was finally shattered, but the fragments of the dragon gate were still intact. The aura of the ancestral dragon in the fragments overflowed.

Even so, the Dragon Gate Fragment is a rare treasure.

The qi of the ancestral dragon is heavier than the meteoric gold, and the water is heavier than the heavy water.

It slowly settles deep on the ground of this ancient battlefield that has been forgotten by history. It has even become the foundation of this space.

The ancient battlefield was full of blood and resentment, and if it weren't for the suppression of the holy ancestral dragon's qi, it would have already become a place of death.

The power of the demon realm found that this space wanted to be involved in the demon realm, but he didn't know that there were still remnants of heroic souls on the ancient battlefield to stop him.

The fragments of the dragon gate flew away, although he was unwilling, but there was still dragon qi to be obtained, so he slowed down his mentality, slowly trying to make no more mistakes.

How do you know that someone is coming to cut off the beard?

He was surprisingly angry, but he didn't dare to go to the earth in real life, the water of the earth was terrifyingly deep, so deep that it could easily destroy him, an existence that was the king and hegemon in the demon world.

He wields great mana in the void, at the intersection of the two realms, and he wants to send his subordinates to the nether realm to fight for his creation.

Nangong Fan closed his eyes tightly, sat cross-legged in the aura of the ancestral dragon, his body kept trembling, and there seemed to be something on his skin that was crazy about to drill out.

The meridians were torn, and a trace of the ancestral dragon's qi was stronger than the aura that filled the sky, if it weren't for the initial awakening of the bloodline, the physique was not bad, Nangong Fan suspected that he would be blown up in an instant.

The light cocoon formed is actually based on Ao Canglan, and he is more like a smooth match.

The momentum blooming on Ao Canglan's body is climbing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the streamlined body and immature scale armor have a little more vicissitudes. Two small pouches protrude slightly on both sides of the forehead, and it seems that two horns like a real dragon will grow at any time.

Ao Canglan's body swam in the aura of the ancestral dragon, but it avoided the center of Nangong Fan's cross-legged knees, as if it was wrapped around Nangong Fan's body, firmly guarding him.

Time seemed to stand still.

The whole pit condensed into a hideous picture.

The cross-kneeled Nangong Fan, the swimming blue gold real dragon. The praying mantis, which kept stepping on the stone wall and jumped up, wanting to stop one person and one dragon from seizing the dragon qi, and the countless scarlet pupils on the stone wall that were getting clearer and clearer.

It seemed like a long time, and it seemed like it was just a moment.

The pit trembled slightly, and a black lion let out a loud roar and broke free from the stone wall.

It was like a horn for a charge, and in a few breaths, different monsters jumped out of the stone wall one after another. Or a long groan, or a ghost scream, or stretch your body to your heart's content.

Fortunately, the demon beasts that have not grown wings for the time being have broken free, as if it is more difficult for them to come to this world.

The praying mantis let out a strange scream, and all the monsters came to a standstill. The same is true of orders and prohibitions.

The giant elephant was at the bottom, and the black bear stepped on the thick body of the giant elephant lightly, and the black lion stepped on the body of the black bear.

The power of the demon world behind him was no longer willing to wait, and later he would change, and he would make a contribution at this time to pull Nangong Fan and them out of the ancestral dragon's qi.

A towering demon beast ladder had been erected, and it was only a little bit away from being able to touch Nangong Fan and them in mid-air.

The giant elephant at the bottom was covered with blood, and it also stubbornly stood up, vowing not to give up until it reached its goal.

The praying mantis let out a hearty soft groan, moving like thunder, and in an instant, it stepped over two or three demon beasts, reaching the peak of the demon beast ladder in a very short time.

Leaping up, blood flickering, and sword shadows stacked on top of each other. A fierce momentum soared into the sky.

Wang Zai and King Beiliang, who were sitting in the blood cocoon and looking down, showed despair in their eyes. Are they still going to fail? Is this pit the place where they fall?

The mantis's huge forearms were covered with spikes, and there were circles of tiny suckers, and under this jump, a golden sharp cold light was filled, and the blood was full of indescribable horror.

It was as if there was a mountain in front of him, and he could split it with two swords.

When it got closer, the mantis's forearm almost touched the ancestral dragon's qi.

The air flow tumbled, revealing two slender passages directed towards the blue-gold true dragon hovering in it.

Wang Zai and King Beiliang couldn't help but close their eyes, they could imagine what would happen in the next moment. If the true dragon is broken, Nangong Fan will also be cut in two.

No one can stop you! But there are dragons.

At the moment when his forearm almost touched the scale armor of Ao Canglan.

Ao Canglan, who couldn't help but swim in the aura of the ancestral dragon, couldn't help but open her eyes. The innocent blue and gold eyes had a touch of vicissitudes, and there seemed to be a trace of contempt.

The terrifying coercion spread out from the dragon's qi, rippling in the void.

Ao Canglan's crazy coercion finally stagnated.

She reached the realm of legends one step ahead of Nangong Fan, and it was not a simple legend. True dragons have always been good at physical strength, but it doesn't mean that their spiritual talent is weak, and the ancestral dragon's qi is the best nourishment for Ao Canglan.

This deep pit happened to be at the intersection of the Three Realms, and the breakthrough here naturally brought the power of heaven and earth to the Nether. Ao Freesia perfectly broke through to the legend.

Ao Canglan's body seems to be thinner than just now, but the power in it can be described as vastly different. She flicked her body slightly, her tail flicking against the blade for a split second.

The scale armor shone with bright brilliance, and a breath of vicissitudes from the flood came spontaneously.

The blade slashed at the dragon's scales, leaving a faint white mark.

Ao Canglan looked up to the sky and roared.

The sound was mighty, and the body of the praying mantis that was about to shake its arms again couldn't help but stagnate.

The emotionless eyes flashed with a trace of instinctive fear, the dragon is the emperor of demons, and he has a natural suppression of all demons.

Ao Canglan turned her head and spit out a torrent of gold slightly.

Dragon's Breath!

A talent unique to true dragons.

At first glance, it looks like gold, but when you look closely, it looks like fire, and in a trance, it looks like water flowing. The pressure of terror permeated from the dragon's breath.

Heaven and earth trembled, and dense black cracked fragments disappeared in the dragon's breath. This blow has almost reached the limit of this realm!

The dragon's breath slowly wandered through the void, like an old wise man strolling leisurely.

What's even more strange is that the praying mantis froze in the void, as if a pair of invisible hands locked him firmly in the air, becoming a living target, even if this slow dragon breath was not empty.

The praying mantis was like a firework in an instant, the flames burst out of his body, he wanted to struggle but was powerless, he could only let out a painful wail and extinguished in a moment.

The air left behind a spinning golden pill and a pitch-black forearm.

The monster ladder collapsed, and different monsters crawled on the ground, as if to welcome the birth of a king.