Listening to Long Feng's exclamation, he was invaded by the damp qi of the valley under his feet, and Enchanting also slightly guessed what place this was under the reminder of no blood thirteen.

Dragon's Tomb.

No one knows where the Dragon Tomb is in the Dragon Realm, and even many true dragons can't pinpoint where the bones of the Dragon Clan have been hidden for generations in their lives, because dragons are powerful and noble creatures, even if Yang Shou burns to the end and their souls are scattered, the flesh left behind after their death is still sacred and inviolable.

Only when each true dragon is dying, will they feel the call of the dragon tomb, break through the void, and try their best to rush to the sacred dragon tomb where thousands of generations of ancestors are buried before their vitality is about to run out, and find a quiet corner for themselves, waiting for death to come.

Whether it is in the Dragon Realm, in the First Yuan, or in any corner of the Universe, the descendants born in the Dragon Realm will eventually breathe out the last breath here.

The elite of the dragon family, the spirit of war, the commoner...... All sleep in the valley at the feet of Enchanting and Bloody.

So there is an indescribable solemnity and heaviness in the air here.

Even the dragon seal boy had an awe-inspiring and solemn expression on his cheeks, indicating that in the heart of any dragon clan, this place was the most important place within the clan of the dragon clan.

Because we worship life, we fear death.

Feeling reverence for those ancestors who died in ancient times, Long Feng lowered his head deeply, and then suddenly raised his little face, which had changed color, and roared at the enchanting and blood thirteen with red eyes and a hideous expression:

"You lowly humans, you can't defile my dragon clan's holy land!"

The sonorous roar of the dragon seal echoed under the empty smoke clouds, making the sky even more lonely.

It is rare that this dragon who bullies the weak and fears the hard can muster the courage to reprimand the bewitching and bloody thirteen behaviors at this time. It's just that its small voice is not enough to shake Blood Thirteen's determination.

Blood Thirteen tugged at the corners of his mouth in the roar of the dragon seal, didn't say anything, and walked directly towards the valley of the dragon tomb on the green clouds.

As if going down the stairs, with a crisp step, the Blood Thirteen fell into the ground with a clear goal, standing in front of a majestic mountain and raising his head.

Enchanting has always stood honestly behind Blood Thirteen, to be honest, even if there are amazing treasures hidden in the tomb of the Dragon Ancestor, she doesn't want to be a fallen master who steals the wealth of the dead. However, the enchanting quietly peeked at the side face of Blood Thirteen with her own peripheral vision, but she still felt that the original intention of Blood Thirteen to bring him to the Dragon Tomb was not to fight for the dead things under the Dragon Ancestor's tomb.

"This is the dragon that the old man slaughtered back then."

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Blood Thirteen raised his neck and said faintly to the thin smoke cloud.

A light breeze blew, and it suddenly swept away the chaos hidden in front of the bewitching eyes. After the foggy feeling subsided, Enchanting immediately saw everything at the foot of the green mountain.

A gentle mountain stood in front of her, but because of the dense fog that had been hidden in front of her just now, the bewitching saw it a little wrong.

There was nothing in the turquoise mountains, in fact, on the gentle plains halfway up the mountainside, a huge green dragon was coiled very similar to the color of the pine forest.

The lengthy body was neatly and majestically coiled together, and at the highest point of the coil, the handsome head of this green dragon was erected, and its horns were divided into seventeen forks, which were the most beautiful dragon horns that the enchanting had ever seen.

If this place is not a dragon tomb, there is no damp smell in the air that is unique to floating graveyards, but I am afraid that Enchanting will still think that this is a sleeping dragon.

The battle with Blood Thirteen was at least the experience of Blood Thirteen not being sealed under the blood pool of the dragon hundreds of thousands of years ago, but such a long time did not leave any traces on this green dragon.

The dragon scales were shiny and shiny, and the horns of the head were getting greener and greener in the mist, and even the smell emanating from the dragon's corpse was not the smell of corpse decay, but an extremely natural rosin.

"After hundreds of thousands of years, it is still so energetic." Blood Thirteen squinted his eyes slightly, and the light of remembrance still flashed at the bottom of his eyes.

It's no wonder that Blood Thirteen can easily find the place where the dragons bury their bones that even the true dragons can't predict, but I'm afraid that when he fought with this green dragon, he left his own mark on the green dragon.

The bewitching mood was complicated, and she once again aimed at the side of Blood Thirteen's face.

"Dragon Slayer", what a blood-boiling title this is? Even though the Terran summoners of the early Yuan were in awe of the transcendent existence of the true dragon, at the same time, they all regarded being able to slaughter the true dragon with their bare hands as an almost legendary glory.

If one day he can prove to the world that he has the ability to slay dragons, it means that he has stood at the pinnacle of all living beings in the primordial land! Even if the race most favored by the God of Creation is defeated at his feet, then everything in heaven and earth will be subjugated.

However, the enchanting did not see the slightest pride in Blood Thirteen's tone and side face, which was completely incompatible with the arrogant arrogance of this arrogant old man.

Not only was he not proud, but as Blood Thirteen himself said, his obscure gaze with reminiscence was as if he was remembering one of his old friends.

"Whew! This ancestor of my clan was obviously killed by you, an old immortal, you old slut, what's the point of being here now? Looking at your fake face, Ben Longzi is so disgusted that he wants to vomit! ”

Long Feng was extremely angry at this time, perhaps when he came to the ancestral cemetery, the solemnity of this place suddenly gave the second ancestor great courage, and unconsciously awakened the sleeping arrogance in its blood.

Hearing Long Feng's extremely ugly scolding, Blood Thirteen squinted his eyes coldly, and said lightly:

"Boy, you don't understand."

"Lao Tzu doesn't kill you because you don't deserve it."

"If I had met Qingfeng today, Lao Tzu would not have killed it, because it was unworthy."

Qingfeng, Eight Achievements is the name of the green dragon lying in front of the mountain, it is rare for so many years, and the name of a war dragon is still deeply imprinted in the blood thirteen heart fields.

"Wait for me here, the old man has something to say to Qingfeng."

With a wave of his long sleeves, Blood Thirteen directly hung both the bewitching and the dragon seal in place, and suddenly disappeared in front of the two, only to be afraid that he was already standing in front of the dragon corpse in the middle of the mountain in the next second.

Long Feng was obviously angered by Blood Thirteen's extremely ruthless and arrogant words, and immediately opened his teeth and claws under the bewitching arm, but he was helpless because of the strong power of the enchantment, and he couldn't allow it to get out and pounce on the grinding teeth on Blood Thirteen's body.

"Look, look how hateful that dead old man is! As a war princess, how can you be in the company of such demons? Seeing that the blood thirteen disappeared in an instant, Long Feng had no choice but to vent his anger on the bewitching body.

Looking at Blood Thirteen's back, Enchanting thoughtfully, she subconsciously repeated the same words as Blood Thirteen.

"You don't understand."

After finishing speaking, even the enchanting herself was stunned, she didn't know why she felt like this, but in the dark, she felt as if she understood some of the thoughts of the old man in blood.

The seemingly shameless and arrogant words of the old man are actually a kind of praise for the deceased Qinglong, maybe the blood thirteen have this Qinglong is really a kind of old friend's mood.

Although this is extremely contradictory and difficult to explain, it is the feeling of the enchanting one.

As a battle-hardened fighter, she can experience the subtle friendship between her opponent and the blood thirteen, and the blood thirteen does not kill the dragon seal, because the dragon seal is really weak and pitiful, and for the fighter, slaughtering the weak is a shame and trampling on her own heart.

Although Blood Thirteen is now the strongest person in the Eternal Life Realm, and he would not kill Qingfeng Qingfeng, who he regarded as a "weakling", but at the moment when Blood Thirteen and Qingfeng fought hundreds of thousands of years ago, both must have seriously regarded each other as the most worthy opponent in their lives.

In the contest between life and death, whoever defeats whom is likely to quickly metamorphose, and from then on use the opponent as a stepping stone and set foot in the originally unbreakable realm.

If Blood Thirteen died in that battle, he would have no regrets, and if Qingfeng died in that battle, Qingfeng would have no complaints.

Because compared to the joy of slaughtering each other's victory, in fact, what they are pursuing together is to preach for themselves through each other's combat power!

At the cost of death, pursue the way of heaven that he has hoped for all his life.

Although it was not confirmed in the blood thirteen mouths, from the serene calm of Aomine's death, Enchanting seemed to be able to prove his guess even more.

The end of the mutual preaching was that Aomine died in battle, and Blood Thirteen took the profound grinding left by Aomine for him, and lived alive to this day.

"Presumably, the master came today to tell Qingfeng that he has entered immortality......"

"Life and death, life and death, life and death, the master is a person who has experienced great tribulations, so he can see through such a mysterious realm of eternal life."

There was a sigh in the enchanting heart.

"What do you mean I don't understand? It's obviously you shameless guys who come to fuck my dragons! At this time, Long Feng was still shouting desperately, but he was blocked by the enchanting who came back to his senses with a sentence.

"When you actually start fighting, when you find the enemy who is on your toes, you understand."

A seductive smile on her cheeks was filled with a quiet and open-minded smile.

Soon Blood Thirteen returned from Qingfeng, and without saying a word, he rose in the sky, as if he was going to take Enchanting and Long Feng to the second destination, after seeing Qingfeng, Blood Thirteen's gloomy expression seemed to ease a lot.

Enchanting didn't make any questioning sounds, but just looked back at the sleeping ridge of Aomine after the sky.

Those small flowers that did not bloom at all in this season, and the purple and red flowers swayed lightly on the huge side of Qingfeng with the wind, and the colorful and soft scenery suddenly melted the enchanting heart. It also sets off Aomine's sleeping cheeks more serene and peaceful.

Looking at the tiny petals stained on the corners of Blood Thirteen's pants, the enchanting smile was extremely sweet.

Some lives will not wander in the immortality and struggle for tens of thousands of years like the nine infants, they will go directly to death calmly and calmly, but no one can arbitrarily think that the deceased has passed away, because maybe they are still quietly living in the hearts of some people, and they have never left the bright sunshine because time flies.

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Pray for the people who have passed away in Malaysia Airlines, do not give up hope, and do not forget.