"Ah。。。 ”

A heart-rending roar resounded throughout the entire Qiankun Gallery.

When the Heavenly Martial Soul Dragon War Empress appeared, Bai Long was overjoyed, and his life experience was finally settled.

But when the white dragon saw the beating heart left by his father, and the blood-colored dagger that was inserted into the heart, the white dragon's heart was dripping blood.

But at the same time, I also understood a truth, cutting the sky is not the skin, but it has learned to compare the heart with the heart.

Another method makes it easier for Bailong to accept his bleak life experience than Jing Mingyue.

It's not that the spirit of war is unwilling to say it, but it can't bear to say it.

It is better to let the white dragon uncover this scar by himself than to uncover it in front of the white dragon by others.

Because bloody is always heart-piercing, this is already a fact that cannot be changed.

The white dragon grasped the dragon blood thorn stained with his father's blood in both hands, and responded to this fate.

The sharp sharp spurs of the blood-colored dagger were directly cut through the flesh.

Flutter—-

With a bang, it sank into the white dragon's chest.

The severe pain came, and the white dragon could not suppress the anger, sorrow, pain, and the feeling of being wrapped up in his heart, and it was not enough to describe that life was worse than death.

A little ruffian, uninhibited, but in the next second, he had to accept the arrangement of fate, and while becoming a young master, he also carried the entire Qianji family.

"Whew—"

The roar of grief and indignation became more and more deafening, and finally a wave of qi turned into a white illusory dragon soul and spewed out from the white dragon's mouth.

The dragon soul soared into the sky, and at this moment, everyone was infected by the sadness of the white dragon.

But he didn't notice that on the only picture scroll that had appeared in the Listening Wind Pavilion before, one of the twelve light balls behind the man, one of the white and bright light balls, was faintly shining.

At this time, in the space of mountains and rivers above the Qiankun Corridor, there were two stars shining in this heaven and earth, and then connected into star rays.

This seemed to be part of some kind of star map, but the people in the Listening Wind Pavilion were completely unaware of it.

But this star map looks very mysterious, and it seems to mean something in this space of mountains, rivers, heaven and earth.

The white dragon gritted his teeth, and the pain of the Dragon War Empress could be felt by the side.

pursed her mouth, the muscles on her face twitched, revealing a sad face, but at this time, the Dragon War Empress's eyes flashed with hope, looking at the white dragon who was in pain, and prayed softly:

"Young Master!Young Lord!Young Lord!Dragon Lord!You must bless the Young Master!Bless the Young Master!

The white dragon soul roared out, and the white dragon seemed to feel a little more comfortable, and the painful expression on his face eased a lot.

The next moment, I only listened to the Empress of the Dragon War, and said coquettishly:

"It's now, young master, I'm here to help you!"

As soon as the Dragon War Empress spoke, her whole body bloomed with a gorgeous white light, as if she had instantly transformed into a holy goddess.

The next moment, I saw that the figure of the Dragon War Empress's soul figure gradually dispersed, and gradually a white smooth dragon body appeared in front of the white dragon.

I saw the white dragon body incarnated by the Dragon War Empress, like a white coiled snake, swimming in the air.

gradually wrapped around the body of the white dragon, and the position of the dragon's head came to the top of the dagger inserted in the heart of the white dragon.

At this time, the slender sharp spike of the dagger had been completely inserted into the white dragon's chest, leaving only the blood-red handle.

Phew—-

I saw that the small white dragon body was spewing out white breath towards the white dragon's injured and blood-colored chest.

The naked eye could see that white dragon breath, which was slowly healing the horror of the white dragon's chest

scars.

And the handle of the blood-red dagger also changed, and I saw that water-like ripples appeared on the white dragon's chest, and then the dagger seemed to be inserted into the water, and gradually completely submerged into the white dragon's chest.

At this time, the beautiful mature voice of the Dragon War Empress came into the ears of the white dragon with joy:

"Young Master! It's successful! With this dragon blood short thorn! Seal the dragon vein! The young master can also start cultivating, my Thousand Machine Dragon Clan's divine dragon transformation technique, when it reaches Dacheng, you can completely transform into a dragon!"

"This dagger contains the soul power of a dragon, how powerful it is, I don't know, but it can't fall into the hands of others, before the young master completes the magic of dragon transformation, I will not leave an inch!"

"The completion of the technique is the time when the dragon soul appears in the world, and when the time comes, the heavens will definitely come to obstruct it, and that is the time for us to take revenge!"

As the Dragon War Empress spoke, the pain on the white dragon's body gradually became weaker, and then a white dragon battle armor like the Dragon War Empress faintly appeared around the white dragon.

But in the next moment, this armor was almost integrated into the white dragon's body, and the white dragon felt that it had never been so relaxed, and the whole person's spirit and spirit had more than doubled.

It was even more of the dragon scale armor, and at this time, there was a looming aura around the white dragon.

This aura was like an illusory white dragon, swimming clockwise in the cloud-like light mask around the white dragon.

The white dragon was a little sharper than Jing Mingyue's thinking, and Jing Mingyue had been paying attention to the images coming from the sun, moon, ice and fire mirrors after her two mirror spirits entered the chaos.

At this time, it can be seen that the uneasiness in Jing Mingyue's eyes gradually fell silent.

Looking at the image that appeared on the mirror at this time, a graceful woman was lying suspended in a purple mist space.

At this time, a small crimson flame around the woman was swimming back and forth around the woman, which was similar to the situation around the white dragon, and it seemed to be vigilant around her.

At this time, the sun, moon, ice and fire mirrors seen by Jing Mingyue, the pictures of the two mirrors were the same.

This shows that Yang Yan and Yin Han have found the location of the proprietress, but they did not rush closer, Jing Mingyue guessed that it must be related to this small flame.

The white dragon's heart knot was untied at this time, and the Dragon War Empress turned back into a heroic Dragon Lady warrior after a white phantom light.

The white dragon touched his chest, the pain was not there, but it was stronger, and there were some clanging metal sounds coming from the beating.

The picture of Jing Mingyue summoning the mirror spirit just now suddenly flashed in Bai Long's mind, and Bai Long felt that his experience was too similar to Jing Mingyue, and he couldn't help but doubt:

"Is all this a providential coincidence?"

Bai Long felt that if the ghost saw sorrow and said, the power of the Heavenly Martial Soul could not be revealed, this was understandable.

But why are the Heavenly Martial Souls of the White Dragon and Jing Mingyue so powerful, and the experience is that both parents died, and the Heavenly Martial Souls were left behind.

The thoughts in the white dragon's mind were spinning rapidly, looking for the flaws in it, and finally the white dragon's eyes lit up, and it seemed that he had a conclusion.

The first thing Bai Long did when he came to relieve himself was to take a look at the suspended Heavenly Punishment Sword.

Really!

At this time, the Heavenly Punishment Sword had already changed into a slender white sword body, and the temperament of the entire sword had also changed a lot.

The texture of this long sword with a thunderbolt on it has changed dramatically.

The blade of the sword, which was originally relatively ordinary, was carved out of some clouds and a breeze at this time.

At this time, in addition to the two words of heavenly punishment on the sword body, there are two more words.

Boulevard!

Great Avenue Heavenly Punishment!

Bai Long looked at the Great Dao Heavenly Punishment Sword at this time, suddenly understood a little, and muttered:

"The avenue is heavenly! The breeze blows the clouds! The righteousness of Haoran is righteous! There is only one sword!"

Bai Long was also more sure of his guess and asked:

"Uncle Ghost! Mingyue's life experience with me! You already know! Oh! No! Maybe Yuan Hao's seniors already knew!"

Seeing that the light in his eyes flickered, he heard what the white dragon said, and did not refute it.

But there was a faint meaning on his face, as if he wanted to hear Bai Long continue to finish.

Bai Long didn't refute when he saw the ghost, and he made up his mind that he was not in a hurry for the time being.

The white dragon slowly walked to the side of the mirror Mingyue, and when he saw the image presented in the mirror of the sun and the moon, ice and fire, the white dragon beckoned to the Heavenly Punishment Sword Spirit:

"Don't be small! Go ahead! The play is over! You're too addicted to this grandpa! It's time to get down to business!"

The white dragon pointed to the chaos, his eyes squeezed, and his eyebrows furrowed.

The two words of grandfather, the tone of the thief is high, and he seems to be slightly angry, but the white dragon is not angry.

This short sentence, the intention of cutting the sky, the white dragon also understands it.

is the word grandfather, and the status of the sky in the eyes of the white dragon at this time has already risen.

Chop the sky and be well-behaved, Bailong's words are comfortable to listen to

Sou-

A sound of breaking the sky came, and the Great Dao Heavenly Punishment Sword made a clanging sword sound.

Then, I saw the soul shadow of the Dragon War Empress, turning into a white streamer and flying towards the Great Dao Heavenly Punishment Sword, and then the two were skillfully combined.

I saw that the soul shadow of the Dragon War Empress gradually shrank, and she stepped on the Great Dao Heavenly Punishment Sword on her feet.

The next moment, the two turned into white streamers and burrowed into the chaotic aura.

At this time, the white dragon saw the image displayed on the sun, moon, ice and fire mirror.

As soon as the Dragon War Empress entered the chaos, a sonic silk thread rolled in.

Then, the Dragon War Empress stepped on the Great Dao Heavenly Punishment Sword and walked in the direction of the sword at the end of the silk thread.

Everything is arranged, at this time, in the Tingfeng Pavilion, there are only three people left, Bai Long, Ghost Sorrow and Jing Mingyue, and the three of them can let go at this time, and no one will hear it.

The Heavenly Martial Spirit has also been summoned, and the white dragon and Jing Mingyue glanced at each other and nodded knowingly, so it seems that the two of them were suspicious from the beginning.

Bai Long felt that this matter must be related to the mystery of the Qiankun Gallery, so he dared to ask:

"Uncle Ghost, where is Tingfeng Pavilion?"

Bai Long's question is not beginning, but it is not unreasonable.

Bai Long suspects that this place was originally a listening pavilion, and it was windy, but at this time there was no wind, so where did the real listening pavilion go?

Seeing the sorrow, standing behind his hands for a long time, he glanced at the sun, moon and ice and fire glasses with bright moon, and said indifferently:

"In the painting!"

"In the painting?"

The white dragon screamed, Jing Mingyue's expression became serious, and there was only one explanation for the ghost's sorrow.

That is the three of them at this time, not in the land of the elements at all, but in a painting, then the name of this painting, Bai Long can guess,

"Qiankun!"

The white dragon asked tentatively:

"Uncle Ghost, do you mean, is it a picture in this painting, or is it a painting in a painting?"

After hearing this, the ghost sighed, his hands were no longer behind his back, and beckoned the two to come to his side, Bailong and Jing Mingyue walked to the side of the ghost, only to hear the ghost sigh and say:

"Qiankun! Paint! Paint! Paint!

Who knows the wind and rain in the world! I heard the wind and earth in the painting a few times, sat and watched the injustices in the world! Lie down and listen to the sound of the wind and paint the saint!

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