"Is this the start-up?" Lingyan asked, wanting to make the final confirmation.

"That's right, the things here aren't complicated, and they're not as grand as Longqing outside. There, it is just to provide a spiritual sustenance for all those who believe in the dragon clan, and the real rituals here are all natural. Look at the dragon, the blazing flames, how much it looks like our former capital. The little emperor sighed with emotion, staring at the wall in front of him.

"What about the sacrifice? is Yang Cai, and she just disappeared?" Ling Yan continued to ask, the anger between his words slightly lessened, but the fear that rose up with his emotions deepened a lot.

"Yes, she's been sacrificed to the dragons. You don't know her identity yet, but she's actually half dragon. The Yang family and the imperial family were originally a long-term marriage. But none of this matters, look," said the little emperor, pointing to the projected red area on the wall, "the dragon has completely succumbed to its knees, and that little bit of swirling white, which is a quarter of the power of the yang, is already beginning to be consumed by the flames. ”

Ling Yan cautiously held the dagger in his hand, and did not dare to leave the projection screen in front of him.

In his eyes, this was the highest manifestation of dragon magic. Being able to teleport distant images in real time in front of you is not possible between empires, and whether there is such technology in the future is known only to those in the future.

On the wide screen in front of him, the half-kneeling flame dragon no longer made any more movements, and the white balls made of yang color swirled around the flames like elves, dancing around them.

Its speed began to be only the speed of an ordinary stone throw, and as the aura of the flames grew thicker and thicker, it seemed to be summoned by some kind of summoning, faster and faster.

In the end, it was completely devoured by the Flame Dragon. No, perhaps it was not devoured, but the power that poured into it voluntarily.

Rumble!

A violent vibration no less than the previous one in the first ritual came simultaneously, and the screen in front of the Little Emperor and Ling Yan also shook violently for a few times, and was quickly replaced by a burst of bright blue light.

"The second ritual is complete!" the little emperor said deliberately flatly.

Even though more than half of the quest to enter the Dragon Realm has been completed now, no one can take it lightly until the final victory comes.

After all, in the history of empires, there are not a few people who lose at the last minute. They were also guilty of arrogance.

"Your Majesty, so after the Yang Cai Power is sacrificed, if the dragon clan successfully returns, will she still be resurrected?" Ling Yan asked, his eyes were a little dim, and after his last word came out, his nasal cavity was also very sour due to a sudden sadness.

"Dragons and Flowers can resurrect anyone, but unfortunately, they can't resurrect sacrifices. The little emperor explained, "I advise you not to think about what you have and what you don't. This girl was inspired by the power of the dragon clan to sacrifice voluntarily, and you and I should be honored and proud of her. I will also erect a monument for her at the end of the Dragon Festival, and then build a church for her, so that she can finally ascend to heaven without entering the underworld. Her sacrifice will save more innocent people from war. ”

"Oh, that's right. Ling Yan said gloomily, but the little emperor didn't notice that the hand he was secretly holding the dagger was already trembling slightly due to the increase in strength.

Now, his reasons, emotions, and circumstances seem to be there.

One thing is missing, and that is timing!

"What's going on?"

The little emperor's anxious words briefly interrupted Ling Yan's thoughts, and the screen in front of them was still glowing with blue light at this time, and there was no picture of the third or fourth ritual again.

It seems that the power of the magic source has been hindered in some way.

"Dragon, what's going on?The second ritual was successful, why hasn't the picture come yet?" the little emperor looked a little anxious as he slid the stone slope with the fling stone.

But it seems that some problems have been encountered. No matter how much the little emperor slided, whether it was a dragon or any other drawing, there were only lines that disappeared with his tail like a comet, and did not produce any practical effect.

"Is it in disrepair?" the little emperor wondered, holding the Flying Flame Stone in his hand, half-crouching on the ground to examine the bottom of the short pillar that resembled a podium.

"Your Majesty, maybe there is something wrong with the order. Ling Yan suddenly said in an eerie tone.

"What order?" replied the little emperor casually, as he was busy checking the stone pillar.

As he slid the fling stone slightly, a small opening glowing blue had appeared at the base of the pillar.

"The god of nightmares in the order of the twenty-three nightmares, the god of the twenty-four flames in the order, and the god of the three dragons. Now that the three gods are related to you, are these forces too powerful and affecting the normal process of opening the Dragon Realm. ”

"What did you say?" Hearing this, the little emperor looked a little surprised, and after a pause for a second, he seemed to understand something, grasped the flint stone, and hurriedly got up to prepare for battle.

However, before he could turn around, he suddenly felt a chill in his lower back, followed by a pain that threw himself into his soul.

"You sacrificed my girlfriend, and you touched the three gods, and the Creator could not protect you, nor would the Lord protect you. And I am the executor of all this. Ling Yan looked at the back of the little emperor with a sharp gaze, gritted his teeth and became angry, he quickly took out the sapphire dagger that had just been inserted into the little emperor's waist, and stabbed his back three times again.

After the anger in his heart eased slightly, he quickly drew back the dagger and took a few steps back, gathering the demonic power that had been retained in his body for a long time.

"You, too, are a traitor!" the little emperor held his waist, slowly turned his body, and stared at the Lingyan in front of him.

At the same time, the wounds on his back and waist also flowed bright red blood simultaneously.

It's just that the blood flows on the emperor's uniform with red as the main tone, and it doesn't seem very inconsistent.

"I'm just the corrector of it all. As long as the final ritual can't be opened, it's useless for the dragons to wake up in this illusion. If they're angry or manic, they'll only be angry with the two of us. If one of the Yanding Stones or Dragon Realm Stones is completely destroyed, there will be no possibility for the dragon clan here to come out. Whew-" Ling Yan let out a long sigh of relief after speaking.

After waiting for the whole Long Qing, he finally found the last moment.

"You're wrong, hahaha. The little emperor smiled wickedly and leaned towards the console behind him.

Simply, the podium-like console that belonged to the Dragon Realm was able to give him temporary support to ensure that the little emperor would not fall down immediately.

"Wrong? The people who assassinated you in the past didn't realize your power at all. They didn't know the abilities of the Twenty-Four Flame Gods and the Three Dragon Gods. They tend to be able to raid and kill with one hit, but they never think about your resurrection. But this time, the other side flower will not play any role again, what do you see this?" Ling Yan said, taking out a glass test tube from his bosom and shaking it gently.

The little emperor reluctantly looked at the position of the test tube, although the test tube looked relatively ordinary, and the wooden stopper on it was also used by the ordinary Imperial Demon Source Master for testing, but the aura emitted by the red and purple liquid inside was familiar to him.

"Sunflower?" the little emperor smiled wryly, withdrew his blood-soaked right hand, and aimed his fingertips at the test tube.

"That's right, the flower on the other side must represent death. The power of the two gods can indeed exert the power from hell and the underworld, but as long as the sun returns, everything that belongs to the underworld will eventually be hidden. This dagger has been filled with the juice of the sunflower, and when he inserts it into your body, the power of the flower will no longer radiate. Moreover, your power to belong to the flames has long been exhausted, and I only need to block your final blow here, and it will all be over. How good, it's coming to an end. Lingxu said, still maintaining a defensive posture of battle, ready to endure the final madness from the wounded beast.

However, the little emperor only had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and did not use any of the magic source power in his body, even if the fling stone was already soaked in his blood, he did not want to use the power of the fling stone here.

"You're not Lingyan, and even your grandfather isn't Riva. In fact, I have known all this since I entered the Dragon Realm, but you are still useful to me. The little emperor smiled and struggled to stand upright.

"So what? I'm the one who is close to victory now. That's right, my name is not Lingyan, or my Westerner name is not Lingyan. I've been lurking in this empire for ten years for the sake of the king of darkness, have you only found out today?"

"Sure enough, the reappearance of light must be accompanied by the reappearance of darkness. It's a big gamble!" the little emperor grumbled resentfully, but he managed to stand up straight.

Still, the blood flowed uncontrollably from his wounds, slowly dripping onto the side of the console pillar behind him.

"My name is the man who sees the future secretly, the man of the East of the Empire. ”

"Yingdao? Sure enough, the people who are keeping an eye on the empire are not only the Central Empire and the Western countries. But what's the good of being dark, to be able to hold all of you thousands of miles apart?" said the little emperor, still barely holding on twice and retreating backwards, propped up on the slope of the console.

But his right hand was inadvertently holding the Flying Flame Stone and scratching something desperately and quickly on the inclined plane.

From this point of view, Secretly Seeing the Future (Lingyan) could not observe this small action of the Dao Little Emperor.

"No matter where you are, you have your own ideals and future. Originally, the light of this world was enough to scorch those lost souls, but now, you have to impose more light on human beings, don't you feel cruel? If everything in the world is burned and dried up, what is the point of such peace? Therefore, you should quickly use the magic power in your body to give me the final blow, if you don't do it, you will also die of blood. And your nickname, after all, can't escape the kind of bosom and spirit. ”

"Yes, you've even thought of my nickname, it's not easy!" the little emperor smiled, still barely gathering a flame in his left hand.

He wanted to use this flame to cover the small movements that were going on in his right hand.

Even if the jade is burned, as long as the dragon clan returns, he will not hesitate to do it.

"Accept the flames!" roared the little emperor, and the dragon in his left hand turned from flames struck straight towards the chest of the dark future.