The roof of the temple is cloth, black as ink, and there is a book on it.

Slender like a swimming dragon.

The sword means sword, and it is Yu Zhenjian.

The dragon on the top of the ink raised its head, its two whiskers fluttering, and a long-lasting aura suddenly appeared.

The sword was in it, like throwing a stone to ask for directions, but it failed to stir up the slightest wave.

Just a moment later, at the mouth of the ink dragon, a beam of white light, first the size of a grain of rice like a mustard seed, and then suddenly formed a line, a white and clean light, the light became thicker and thicker, and finally condensed and condensed into a ball, half hidden and half appeared behind the sharp teeth in the mouth of the ink dragon.

Then the ink dragon disc shape and then raised his head, and the dragon's mouth was full of excitement.

Suddenly, the light of the rice grains suddenly shone brightly, dazzling and dazzling.

On the stone steps, Yu Zhenjian quietly landed, looked up at the ink-colored dragon that appeared above his head, only to see that the ink on the dragon's body quietly faded, and pieces of golden dragon scales began to renovate, almost in the blink of an eye, a mighty, glowing golden dragon jumped on it.

A pair of dragon eyes, golden white pupils and black vertical eyes, the size of a copper bell.

There was a golden light gushing between the snorts, which was originally just a Yellowstone Rock Wall and a Yellowstone Rock Staircase, and for a while, it turned out to be a particularly eye-catching surprise.

Yu Zhenjian was not afraid of the divine soul coercion of the first-order Xuanlong equivalent to the Xuansheng realm, and if he put it in the past, even if it was only when the other party had just fallen ten thousand years ago, he would still weigh his own weight.

As for the heyday, the first-order Xuanlong standing at the peak, even if it was the wisp of reincarnation divine soul of his Yu Zhenjian, it was also restored to the peak, and he had to weigh himself well.

The first-order Xuanlong that can stand side by side with the Nine Ancestors is definitely beyond the imagination of ordinary monks.

Yu Zhenjian's eyes looked directly at the Xuanlong, which was actually so large that it was terrifying to death, this Xuanlong who had reached the first order alone in 10,000 years, and said with a smile: "Have you thought about it?" just borrow, borrow it and use it, it's all your things anyway, no one can snatch it, I may be able to take half of it in the past, but now I can't." ”

The name of the first-order Xuanlong is a name that not many monks know.

The kiss can be said to have just come out of the mountain to reach the peak, and then fall into the quagmire overnight above the peak.

Liqi snorted coldly, and his long body flickered in the golden light, and said: "Just by you, you also want to borrow my cultivation, really when you are still one of the gods? Could it be that you think that you are much better than me? A wisp of broken soul that can no longer be broken, there is never one, or do you think that just by virtue of your little sword intent that laughs off my big teeth, you can make me bow my head? ”

Yu Zhenjian's face did not change, as a wisp of reincarnation soul, he had experienced, experienced, and felt more than ordinary monks could feel.

The little bit of being laughed at by the other party is nothing, and besides, the other party just added a little bit of his own tone to say a clear fact.

Raising his head, he smiled lightly: "You're scared." ”

The emperor was angry, ambushed millions of corpses, and the first-order Xuanlong was angry with the kiss, so the four seas were churning, and Daze was like cooking.

Yu Zhenjian's body was constantly under the pressure of the divine soul, and the dense cracks on the surface of his body were like broken porcelain dolls, but what flowed out of the cracks was not ordinary red blood, its color was like gold.

In all directions, there seemed to be a sword intent trembling, but Yu Zhenjian stretched his hand to suppress those sword intent that belonged to that wisp of divine soul Yu Zhenjian, not to his Yu Zhenjian.

Yu Zhenjian, whose expression and face were all bleak, stood upright with a smile on his face.

It seems that he thinks that he can still bear it, that Xuanlong, to be precise, is a kind of thought left after the Xuanlong is extinguished, it is really too old, just like the secular Yamashita Dynasty, whether it is ordinary people or generals, you dare to stand at the corner of the street and point at each other's noses and faces, verbally abused?

If it is really done like this, it can only be said that it is a point, and the emperor will no longer be the emperor.

The wind is calm, the coercion is dispersed, everything is as before, everything is not as good as the beginning.

Away from the kiss ring, the stout number of people can wrap around the neck, leaning forward a little, two copper bell-like eyes, looking directly at Yu Zhenjian, opened their mouths, revealing the thick teeth of a baby's arm, and confided in the words: "I'm afraid, how much better do you think you yourself are? When Wu Zu was here, didn't you broken gods lean over and be dogs? wagging their tails and begging for mercy?" Even if I am afraid of kissing now, but I was not afraid at the beginning, the reason why I can still have a kiss in front of you now is because I have left the kiss to exchange my life for my life, and I fought out, Xuanwu Continent, there are thousands of mysterious beasts, but I am the only one who dares to break the zombie domain, you, a guy who doesn't even have a wisp of a complete soul, why should you comment on my kiss? Xuanwu is godless, Xuanwu is godless, I think it's the highest among you guys, right?"

Yu Zhenjian laughed, even better than the previous three points, "That's the first-order Xuanlong Kiss, it's not you, what you are talking about is also the Divine Mansion Yu Zhenjian, not the Xuanhuang peak sword cultivation Yu Zhenjian." ”

When he heard the words, he suddenly laughed, and the ink on the top of the temple was like rain, and there was an ink rain.

Even if Mo Yu is the kind of unavoidable thing, and it can definitely be regarded as one drop less, not a drop, and the kiss at this moment is not the slightest bit of pain.

Some things remain unchanged for thousands of years, a pool of stagnant water, while others are rare for a thousand years, like a stone thrown into the stagnant water, even if this stone stirs up a little puddle of water.

Yu Zhenjian used his hand to remove the golden liquid marks on his face, so the dense cracks on his face like spider webs automatically returned to their original state.

So Yu Zhenjian, who was also complete, smiled and said to the kiss: "Just assume that you agree." ”

Liyue hid his huge body, and said in a gentle tone full of care: "Someone wants to find trouble with that guy, and it's too late for me to be happy, but your tattered body like wind and rain duckweed also wants to carry all my mystical power, and your tone is a little bigger, fifty percent, lend you fifty percent, but you want you, a guy who is not a human and god, to give me seventy percent, how about it?"

Yu Zhenjian nodded without the slightest hesitation and said a good word.

Five achievements are already considered an unexpected joy, if what you ask for is done, let alone return its seventy percent, even if it is ten percent, how should it be, but when the other party dares to accept this ten percent, or this seventy percent, it is not necessarily.