At this time, Nangong Fan walked for more than ten minutes, and collapsed to the ground weakly, not to mention the spirit grass along the way, he didn't even see an ordinary grass, if it weren't for the different styles of the mounds that he passed by from time to time, he suspected that he had been standing still.

Nangong Fan's face was full of solemnity, hesitated, sighed lightly, got up from the open space with difficulty, sat cross-legged, the aura moved with the trick of transforming beasts, the gray earth faintly merged with it, and a heavy warm current surged from his ass to the dantian, moistening his tired body.

Ten days have passed in the blink of an eye, and Nangong Fan is sitting cross-legged on the ground, his face full of determination, sensing the increasingly strong call, as if he is cheering softly in his ears.

Nangong Fan's resolute face was more satisfied, and he said softly, "Is it finally here?"

In the past ten days, he has been like an ascetic, walking and stopping, and when he stops, he will practice cross-legged, and he feels that his usual lazy temperament has also changed a lot.

The cultivation of the body is more refined, as if it has found the heart of this earth, and it pulsates, and even the pace is much brisker.

Just like the black giant bear, his every move is in harmony with the earth, and every punch and kick has a great reputation.

Of course, the current Nangong Fan is still far from that realm, but at least he is constantly moving towards that goal.

Another two days passed, and Nangong Fan stood on the flat gray ground and stared ahead, not daring to take two breaths, only his face was full of shock.

The long dragon winding in the sky and the dense black shadows on the ground, the two sides are like the sky and the earth are facing each other, neither side is rash, but the momentum is earth-shattering.

Each long dragon has no wings, all of them are pure-bred true dragon clans, if there is no horn that looks majestic, it is like breaking into a huge snake nest, making people shudder, they are full of divine breath, the breath of the underworld that has been permeating the air all the time, as if they are all diluted by the breath of the divine dragon, so that Nangong Fan's depressed heart is warm.

The various attributes of the True Dragon Clan can be clearly seen in the sky. The red dragon represents fire, and the yellow dragon represents gold......

All kinds of real dragons circled neatly in the sky according to a mysterious law, and their hundred-zhang long bodies loomed in the clouds and mist, surrounding a huge dragon head in the center.

The real dragon in the center is much bigger than the huge real dragon bodies around him, the golden majestic horns penetrate out of the clouds, the sacred and simple aura escapes, and the body that is exposed from the clouds and mist is covered with golden scales, and there are nine milky white long marks looming on each scale, and each scale has a heavy aura, like a world.

From the gap between the two true dragons, you can clearly see his sharp golden claws with platinum and gold spiritual power, like auspicious clouds being controlled by it.

Nangong Fan couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and subconsciously counted how many claws this huge true dragon had, "one, two, three, ......" until he paused on the number nine, and then his face was full of shock, and he seemed to understand something inexplicably in his heart.

Nine is the ultimate in numbers, this super dragon of the true dragon arch guard, with nine marks of scales and nine dragon claws, implicitly agrees with the meaning of the ninety-nine supreme.

Each scale of the dragon exudes a sacred, majestic aura, faintly in harmony with heaven and earth. The Nine Claws' every move seemed to have become the only focus of heaven and earth, and the entire heaven and earth seemed to surrender to it and become a part of its power.

Compared to the true dragon clan in the sky, the black shadow below is very messy, but it is orderly in the mess.

Directly below the Nine-Clawed True Dragon, a behemoth comparable to other True Dragons in the sky was entrenched in the center.

The behemoth's whole body was black and white, Nangong Fan couldn't help but observe carefully, only to find that the behemoth's body was actually made of countless bones, and a black and gloomy mist rose between the bones. Behind his back, a skeleton larger than his body stretched, slightly raised, floating in the air. On the skull of the white bone splicing, two dancing dark green flames were filled with indifferent dragons flying in the sky.

Between the two huge bone wings, the jagged spikes were facing the sky, and between the two huge bone spurs, sat cross-legged a figure whose whole body was shrouded in dark mist. The figure leaned against a huge white bone spear made of broad bones, and from the mist pierced two sharp bone spurs, which were the shoulders of the armor made of white bone on his body, and the tips of the two sharp bone spurs condensed a terrifying black edge, and a fierce, violent aura permeated it.

The human figure seems to be one with the bone dragon, and the breath is blended, competing with the dragon in the sky.

In mid-air in the four directions around the bone dragon's body, a tall figure stood in each of them.

The creature in front of it, covered in long, stray white hair, faintly disgusting, small white worms shuttling through the cracks, its body slightly stiff, but extremely strong, with dark green clouds under its feet, exuding a chilling aura.

The creature on the left, like a toad magnified countless times, had an extremely long tongue, dragging in mid-air, covered with tiny spikes, and the inky blood stains on the spikes were under the gray spiritual power, revealing the smell of blood. The forelimbs have sharp black claws, and the hindlimbs are strong and powerful, surrounded by tiny flies, like evil spirits that have just crawled up from hell.

The creature on the right, similar to a human, only much taller, shrouded in tattered black robes, holding a rugged bone staff, and at the top of the staff was suspended a blood-colored, black spar, from which mysterious power emanated, attracting people's minds, and it was difficult to take their eyes off it as long as they looked at it.

The creature behind has beautiful but illusory wings, and the wings flap with colorful light, and under the colorful light, you can vaguely see an illusory and charming world, like heaven. Compared to several other suspended creatures, she looked like a fairy from the heavenly realm, her plump body loomed under the colorful light, her thighs were slender, and her bare white skin was only covered by three or two colorful leaves, which reflected divine light under the colorful light.

The four of them were like the arch guard bone dragon and the guard who sat on the dragon's body, and the ground where they were located was densely packed with creatures similar to them, a legion from hell, fighting the sacred true dragon clan.

Nangong Fan is like an uninvited objective looking at this shocking battle.

Nangong Fan didn't dare to move, even if he had the spiritual sense of these strong people in the audience, he should have discovered that his weak human race had arrived.

Nangong Fan was covered in sweat, how could he, a mortal, participate in this kind of battle, and watch it?

The slightest repercussions would have left him dead.

Immortals fight, mortals suffer, no matter where it is a lie. I don't know how many people in this world have died from the fluctuations of the battle between the strong.

What made Nangong Fan a little strange was that he watched for half an hour behind this small hill, and the two sides confronted each other for half an hour, without the slightest fluctuation, only the light of various spiritual powers surging in the void, like a group of lifelike dead things.

Nangong Fan's body gradually relaxed, his eyes had color, and he couldn't help but murmur in a low voice, "Mirage?"

"To be precise, it's a space-time projection. An indifferent voice came from the group of true dragons in the distant sky.

Nangong Fan condensed his prestige, and the other true dragons were like dead things, only the golden nine-clawed true dragon in the middle, or the king of the true dragon clan, the nine-clawed divine dragon was more appropriate to call it. There was a thick majesty in Shenlong's eyes, like an emperor in the sky, but the emperor at this time was looking at him with anticipation and kindness.

The dragon clan is honored by the Nine Claws, which is a divine dragon standing at the pinnacle, perhaps countless times stronger than many so-called gods.

No matter what era, as long as a divine dragon is born, as long as he cultivates to the nine claws, he must be the Dragon Emperor, and he must be a strong man in this heaven and earth.

"You brought me here?"

"Yes and no. Shenlong's lips opened slightly.

Nangong Fan sighed slightly, "I don't think I will have an intersection with a person like you who stands at the peak." ”

Shenlong's eyes were filled with interest, and he sighed lightly, "My time is running out." I won't talk to you anymore, and you'll understand later. ”

Nangong Fan was just about to speak, when a small milky white flower appeared in front of the huge and magical dragon head of the divine dragon.

The flower has only three petals, and it spontaneously rotates in mid-air without any breath, and the mysterious power rolls, and the two sides of the confrontation are slowly wrapped like a picture scroll.

The two sides of the shocking war just now turned out to be just a small flower outlined with mysterious power.

An illusory figure appeared in the sky above Xiaohua, and its blazing eyes revealed endless majesty, like an emperor who dominated one side.

Xiaohua slowly floated in front of Nangong Fan, and Nangong Fan subconsciously raised his right hand.

The flower stayed in front of Nangong Fan's eyes, floating in mid-air, and a phantom slowly appeared on the flower bones of the little flower, just opposite Nangong Fan's eyes.

"It's just a thought I've left behind. The phantom looked at Nangong Fan slightly, and talked eloquently. "My name is Emperor Ao. The emperor of the Three Realms of the Dragon Clan. ”

"Time is running out, alas. Emperor Ao's short figure flashed helplessly, even if he was peerless before, he had to be constrained by some rules at this time.

"This flower, I can't find a few in this space, it's called 'Instant Yanhua', but unfortunately, it is not fully mature yet. ”

"Flower of Time and Space, 'Instant Smoke'?" Nangong Fan blurted out subconsciously, and then his face was full of confusion, obviously he didn't know where he knew this name,

Emperor Ao nodded lightly, "I've been waiting for you with the Instant Yanhua until now, just to ask you for one thing." ”

"You...... "Nangong Fan's face is full of confusion, what is the use of begging me for this scumbag?

"Save my daughter. Emperor Ao's arrogant face was pleading, slightly twisted and uncomfortable. How could he, who is proud of himself, ever beg for help?

"I don't even know who your daughter is. Nangong Fan continued to be confused. "Are you looking for the wrong person?"

Emperor Ao sighed lightly, and the figure gradually dissipated, "Time, not enough ......" Before dissipating, he waved his sleeve robe slightly. In an instant, the smoke bloomed with milky white light, enveloping Nangong Fan, and instantly dissipated without a trace.

The moment Nangong Fan disappeared, three middle-aged figures suddenly appeared in the sky, their faces were full of excitement, and after seeing the empty ground again, they became endlessly lost, "The breath of the emperor ......"

The three of them searched carefully, and only after a while did they sigh faintly and disappear without a trace, as if no one had ever come.