The Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon turned into statues at this time, and watched with an expressionless face as Jiang Fengyang walked into the underground palace with the little monk on his back.

And as Jiang Fengyang and the little monk walked into the underground palace, the silk threads behind the little monk spread out, and finally turned into golden lotuses and drilled into the earth.

"Wutong, don't sacrifice the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon with your divine soul anymore, you will die. Jiang Fengyang suddenly turned his head.

Behind is already full of golden lotus, and the eight parts of the heavenly dragon follow in different forms.

With the cultivation of the little monk, he can't control the eight tribes of the heavenly dragon like the old Zen master.

As the youngest protector of the world, the little monk stubbornly guarded the last wish of the old Zen master.

Even if it costs with your own life.

The little monk was stunned.

"You're going to die, master, senior brother has left me one by one, I don't want to ......" the little monk sobbed softly.

It's all at this time, and the little monk is still worried about Jiang Fengyang, it's really cute.

"Can you give me some confidence? Jiang Fengyang shook his head, "Do you know who the one I killed before was?"

"It's different, it's really different. "The little monk seems to know something.

But Jiang Fengyang, who had already copied the memory of the little monk, knew that the little monk was just afraid.

In his mind, the underground palace was a forbidden place that devoured the vitality of the entire Bodhi Temple and buried the future of the entire Bodhi Temple.

"This ......" Jiang Fengyang thought for a moment, "You let these eighteen children protect you well, and you must save me when I can't do it." ”

"Okay!" The little monk looked serious, and there was a hint of war intent in his eyes.

Jiang Fengyang smiled and picked up the little monk and put it in the palm of the nearest gods.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here. Jiang Fengyang touched the little monk's bald head.

"I listen to Shaoxia, I ...... I'm not afraid...... I...... Waiting for you to ......" The little monk stuttered again.

"Well, I know you're not afraid. A smile welled up at the corner of Jiang Fengyang's mouth.

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The wings behind it slowly bloomed, illuminating the gloomy dungeon.

There is nothing strange about it, not even a statue.

This directly made Jiang Fengyang stunned, overturning the speculation in his heart, originally thinking that he would at least have some connection with the monk under the Bodhi Temple.

For example, Buddha statues and the like.

However, no.

There was only blood stains on the ground.

If you look closely, it looks like a bloodied guy being dragged deep into the dungeon.

I don't know what kind of fear that guy endured before he died.

Jiang Fengyang overturned all the previous psychological budgets and simply walked to the depths of the underground palace.

It's better to see than to hear, but he wants to see what kind of demonic powerhouse is sealed in the depths of this underground palace.

There was something unusually hot in the depths of the dungeon.

And that scorching heat made him devouring Ziyu's Soul Wheel Heavenly Fire extremely excited.

Jiang Fengyang raised his eyebrows, there must be a strange fire underground.

"It's coming. A sigh that seemed to have passed through the long river of history.

Jiang Fengyang's whole body shook, a trace of confusion welled up in his eyes, and he quickly sobered up.

Li Bai sat flutteringly on his shoulder, shaking Bai Huahua's long legs.

It's just that the picture in front of me has changed.

In the eye, it was a guy who was all over his body kneeling in front of the fire.

What made him care was that there was already a puddle of dried dark brown liquid where the guy was kneeling.

"Do you know me?" Jiang Fengyang cheered up and stared at the rickety figure.

"Ying Dragon King Beiyuan. The voice stunned him for a moment, and then relieved.

Without the intention of being attacked, Jiang Fengyang took a few steps forward.

Saw the bronze mirror.

The shadow reflected in the bronze mirror, dressed in white and white, handsome and chic.

Jiang Fengyang didn't dare to continue walking.

In this picture, when the first Divine Domain was opened, the white dragon made Jiang Fengyang extremely shocked.

At this time, the face like looking in the mirror made Jiang Fengyang a little timid.

"Didn't you bring back what you promised!!!" the voice was a little angry, "I waited hard. ”

The voice pulled Jiang Fengyang's thoughts back, only to find that the kneeling person was a corpse.

In front of the corpse was a bonfire, and in front of the bonfire was an old man who was almost withered.

He was so thin, so small that he barely felt existent, and if it weren't for the occasional beating of the campfire, he would have thought he was a corpse if he didn't make a sound.

"Who are you? Jiang Fengyang asked tentatively.

"Don't you remember me?" the old man was stunned. Fastest update on PC:/

It was quiet.

He didn't have the desire to continue, nor did he reveal much emotion.

Jiang Fengyang was even more apprehensive, because the person in front of him almost regarded him as Beiyuan.

That period of silent history is almost Jiang Fengyang's shortcoming.

And none of the people Beiyuan knows are mediocre, after all, he is a fierce man who once wanted to kill immortals.

"He's an Ancient Dragon Abyss swordsmith. Bai Feng's voice sounded in Jiang Fengyang's ears.

"Sword forger?" Jiang Fengyang was stunned, this fight may not be able to fight, and if this guy in front of him is a swordsmith, then Bingchan is saved......

Jiang Fengyang thought a lot.

The ancient dragon abyss originally had a deep relationship with the dragon clan, and the dragon clan conquered the world, and the support of the dragon across.

When the dragons fought with the gods, many humans and dragons who had a lot of connections with the dragons fought side by side.

During this time, the ancient dragon yuan was famous for the seven murder weapons that shimmered through the ages, which were no anger, burning silence, long eyes, absolute clouds, wisdom erosion, and great moment, and Huang Annihilation.

The seven swords have their own merits, which are enough to compete with immortal weapons.

As a demon phoenix, Bai Feng has obviously seen the power of the Ancient Seven Fierce Swords.

"Then you mean, there may be a fierce sword here!" Jiang Fengyang raised his eyebrows.

"Nope. The old man picked up the topic. "The Seven Swords have a master. ”

It's not loud, but it means you don't want to think about it.

Although Jiang Fengyang was extremely interested in these things about Chen Guzi's rotten sesame seeds, there was still a celestial-level corpse kneeling in front of him.

Don't be too weird.

Obviously, this swordsmith of the Ancient Dragon Abyss is not suitable for long-term chatting.

After all, the Demon Dao master did not appear, but at the moment, there was no one else except this guy.

And the old man didn't seem to be very conscious, which made Jiang Fengyang unpredictable.

"Ying Longwang, what you owe me, bring it. The old man stretched out his hand, and the old man, who looked like a dead thing, suddenly burst into extremely terrifying fluctuations.

The streamer is whistling.

The rickety corpse exploded directly and was destroyed.

Jiang Fengyang opened his hands.

A ball of coals.

The temperature is unusually high.

Poof.

The charcoal fire was extinguished and frozen into ice.

Jiang Fengyang took a few steps back, and thousands of flames shot out directly from behind, illuminating the entire underground palace.

The aftermath should not be too scary.

Sage?

Not really.

It can only be regarded as a Tibetan realm, but whether the mirror is a Kunlun mirror or not is still a big variable.

"Here you go. ”

Jiang Fengyang waved his hand, fortunately, he obtained the extraterritorial flying stone on Feilong Island, as for whether he could satisfy this swordsmith.

The devil knows.

The flying stone had already detached itself from its original trajectory while it was still in the air, and all the excess ashes on it had fallen, and it was extremely red.

The old man didn't look angry, Jiang Fengyang was stunned.

Isn't it, this stone is really a good thing.

"The color is a little bit worse. The old man said, it seems to be to taste the fineness of the flying stones outside the territory.

Jiang Fengyang didn't speak, and he didn't know if this fight could start.

Who is the demonic powerhouse in the eyes of the little monk, who is the existence that made the entire Bodhi Temple annihilated, and the eight tribes of the Heavenly Dragon could not suppress it......

Jiang Fengyang has a lot of inner drama, and the final result still depends on the ancient dragon abyss swordsmith.

A long time passed, and only that red light was left to continue to fly in the dungeon.

"Young man. "The starters

A worried voice came.

"Phew. ”

The red light that originally had a trajectory to be traced rushed towards the little monk.

"Be careful. ”

Jiang Fengyang's face changed greatly, he didn't expect this Longyuan Sword Forger to be quite irritable.

I didn't think about it before I came, and it was just for the sake of him Beiyuan.

Boom!

Jiang Fengyang hugged the little monk and crashed directly into the underground palace.

The earth shakes and the mountains shake.

A large chunk of his chest was sunken, and it hurt heavily!

Haematemesis.

The old man looked at the little monk with a hideous face, and that son was no different from the revenge of killing his father.

Jiang Fengyang saw this picture and knew that something was wrong......

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