Bran was moving too fast.

As the shadows soared into the air, they looked much larger than they really were. If the distance is a little closer, it will even give rise to the feeling of obscuring the sky and the sun.

It was such a big guy who soared into the sky from the Black Dragon Cliff, and finally turned into a black dot and disappeared into the sky. The ancestral dragons led by Nita suddenly felt a little powerless, and compared to Bran, their flight speed could only be regarded as - climbing!

This is a very helpless thing, as long as they still retain flesh and blood, they will inevitably be limited by it.

......

At this time, the ancestral dragon who stayed behind in the holy mountain was like a great enemy, but he did not take the initiative to attack. Bran's new image is too deceptive and oppressive. Even if there is a cycle to rely on, the ancestral dragons don't want to take the plunge.

They're confused now, Black Dragon?

Maya is the only black dragon in the world, and where did this monster come from? That's too big! Compared to it, Maya is like a little chick.

So far, this monster has ignored any questioning, just flying up and down. It swooped down from the sky towards the col and quickly rose along the ridge, the howling wind blowing the flowers and plants along the way.

After a few times, the ancestral dragon gradually made a discovery.

The wind seemed fierce, but it didn't hurt any living beings. Even if a tree squeaks and makes a hoarse sound, it seems like it will break at any moment. But it is in the interruption and constant that people are scared, and they always refuse to give a good time.

The creature, which was as imperceptible as a mosquito, was gently protected by a force, and then thrown into a leeward corner to shiver.

Awe rose with these discoveries and eventually took over the heart.

When Nita was the first to rush back, he saw the ink-colored dragon hovering unhurriedly above the holy mountain like a king, and the dragons of all sizes below looked at the figure with admiration.

Nita didn't know how Bran had convinced them, but it knew it was best. If there is no resistance to what is currently underway, I am afraid that no one will believe it.

Even if they can't become wizards, dragons are confident that they can be at the top of the food chain. Suddenly pushed by the ancestral dragon, the whole clan went to worship the alien wizard, and there were already complaints below.

It was only because he was afraid of the ancestral dragon's obscenity that no dragon dared to make trouble.

So looking at the mighty black dragon, Nita understood Bran's plan - it would accept the dragon's faith and worship in the form of a black dragon.

At this point, Nita finally had a glimmer of realization. It suddenly believed that the black dragon in front of it was a real god.

The night doesn't matter about race, it doesn't matter about form. What it looks like is only about the creatures that look at it. It's like the shadow of a tree, the shadow of a man, and the shadow of a dragon in the sun......

So, for the first time, Nita gave a deep bow with sincere respect. After getting up, he made an invitation to the ancestral dragon's temple.

Seeing this, Bran fell to the door of the main hall. Patches of shadows followed like dark clouds, and then they were absorbed into the body like a whale.

Stunned by the dragon's gaze, he vanished into the shadows of the temple with an incomparably light catwalk.

......

Bran didn't come here to bargain, because everything that should have been talked about had already been discussed. He had only come to open new branches, so with the exception of Nita, the other ancestral dragons could only wait outside the temple.

When she arrived at the center of the temple, Nita asked softly, "Is this possible?"

Bran remained indifferent, "Anything goes, I respect your opinion." ”

After speaking, a shadow slowly seeped out of his body like smoke and mist. Then, a torrent of magical power mixed with many wills rushed out of the void and poured into Bran's body. It was like countless sharp blades peeling off pieces of shadows, drifting in all directions with the torrent.

This made Nita's scalp tingle, and she subconsciously retreated into the distance.

Bran's slightly mocking voice sounded unhurriedly: "Don't be afraid, you are not blessed to endure all this." ”

With the words, Bran shook his body and scattered the torrent of magic that scattered out into the sky into droplets. The droplet of water paused in the air, then spontaneously shattered again and again, and finally turned into nothingness.

I don't know how long it took, but just as Nita was anxious, she suddenly felt something strange in the cycle of the Holy Mountain—as if countless leaf veins appeared.

"My job is done, the rest is yours. ”

Nita was a little stunned, unable to understand what this meant. He had to look at him pleadingly, hoping that Bran would explain clearly.

"Our Northland was originally a place where birds don't, and the leaves opened when they wanted to. But here, how do you open up the big and small cycles?

That would only make for the toughest magic collision.

It's best that way, a sprout is already here. As for what it looks like? That's your business.

Whether or not to nourish it with your own cycle and slowly merge with it is also up to you. If you are really impatient, run your cycle with all your might, and force it back into the void.

Don't worry, you have plenty of time to think about it. ”

In the face of Bran's rogue attitude, Nita was a little helpless: "You don't have to test again, is there a way back for us now?" I just hope you remember that promise, and don't forget to take us to enjoy the scenery along the way." ”

Bran's face was straight, "Good!"

......

When Anvena entered the temple and saw the inky dragon lying in the shadows, she couldn't help but laugh.

Judging from the appearance alone, this is really a mighty and domineering dragon. It's a pity that the lying position destroys the image to a mess. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a big cat. It held its head and curled up into a ball, shielding its mouth and nose under its paws, one eye slightly open at her arrival, slowly turning with her figure.

"Bran—"

Anvina's soft call echoed slightly in the empty temple.

"Hmm-"

"Nita said, 'You have something to discuss with me.' ”

Bran gently rolls over and turns into a crouch and coils his tail in front of his paws. Then he said with a slight meaning: "Which one should I listen to first, good news or bad news?"

Anvena sighed softly, "Dragons don't look like this, no dragon sits like this. ”

Bran laughed wickedly, "It will be like this soon." I've just hosted a couple of baby dragons, and they're very mimicry. You look outside, they're catwalking.

Further afield, even the young dragons are secretly observing them.

I will be their new legend, an ancient dragon like no other. It is the embodiment of the dark night, the supreme being in the shadows.

How about erecting a similar statue in the temple?"

"It is rumored that the light and the darkness of the city in the winged city stand side by side on the altar, and the gods guard the surrounding area like stars holding the moon. In the beginning, devout believers prayed at their feet day and night. However, I don't know when the believers who abandoned it in the dark night quietly left.

Say, 'How dare I put its idol in the temple?'

Bran's ears seemed to itch a little, and he raised his hind paws and tilted his head to twist his body into a strange position and scratched it vigorously. Then he said, "What else?"

"I hesitated until I saw you flying overhead in the form of a dragon. You're getting stronger and stronger, and the same familiar aura of magic makes me shudder in the loop.

In that moment, I finally believed in the existence of the gods. I even want to be like a dragon, choose you. But I suddenly remembered the troubling question of who is the most powerful?

You're right before, foreseeing that the pond water has already given guidance. Just before you arrived, I received news from Emerald Harbor that your sister wanted to meet me. ”

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