In the blood pool, there was a dragon roaring, which not only shocked countless people in the field, but also surprised the third master who was in it.

His newly recovered face was full of surprise, and he looked down.

What the hell is going on?

Isn't this kid dead?

What other moths?

Countless questions surfaced, but before he could figure it out, in the pool of blood, there was a black-scaled true dragon about a foot long that suddenly rushed out, fangs and claws, looking extremely fierce.

The black-scaled thing was slender, but it had five claws, one of which grabbed it, but it grabbed the third master's head and pressed him into a pool of blood, followed by the other claw, tightly strangled the third master's wrist, and then twisted it suddenly, but heard the sound of the wrist breaking.

And the wild boar skin that exuded mysterious power fell down directly.

The boar skin containing the breath of the dragon veins fell, and just as a person crawled out of the pool of blood.

That man was the little carpenter Ganmo.

His eyes were blank, and his head was covered with a wild boar skin painted with strange runes, and the aura on it floated, but it covered his whole body.

At the same time, the black-scaled true dragon pressed the third master into the blood coffin, raised his head, opened his mouth and howled, the dragon groaned, half of the sky, but reflected its appearance, its horns like a deer, the head like a camel, the eyes like a rabbit, the neck like a snake, the belly like a mirage, the scales like a fish, the claws like an eagle, the palm like a tiger, the ears like a cow, the scales are delicate, the black has a mysterious luster, the slightest is visible, and between the hands and feet, it seems to have great power, people can't help but throw themselves to the ground, dare not look directly.

When many people saw the huge black dragon rolling in the air, they were so frightened that they knelt on the ground one after another, kowtowing and begging for mercy, looking very frightened.

There were also people with fiery eyes in their eyes, looking adoringly at the dragon shape above their heads.

This magnificent scene was not only seen by the people of the entire Treasure Villa, but also by the farmers in the distance and the passers-by.

Countless emotions were brewing here, and under the terrifying dragon power, those who approached in front of them couldn't hold it anymore and fell to their knees.

This is not awe and submission, but the power contained in the dragon's might, which is really terrifying.

No one can hold on.

And at this moment, the Manchu dragon vein diagram above the little carpenter's head continued to rotate, and the terrifying aura permeated the Baihui acupoint above his head, causing his entire body to emit a golden light, illuminating the entire field.

As the boar's skin spun rapidly, the little carpenter's body changed greatly, and the terrifying power scurried around his subcutaneous tissues like a little mouse.

He seemed to be blown up by a balloon that was about to burst and burst, drumming back and forth, washing away all his meridians, trying his best to expand, and seeing that the little carpenter was about to be unbearable, when he was about to explode, the one-foot-long black-scaled true dragon snorted violently and swallowed the excess breath.

With every breath it swallows, its body grows stronger and stronger.

But at the same time, it's getting more and more blurry.

On the contrary, the projection in mid-air is getting clearer and clearer, no matter how far away people are, they can follow their minds and feel every detail.

Such a magical scene shocked most of the people in the audience, and only one person, from beginning to end, was awake.

He kept his cool enough to keep a cold eye on everything in the field.

This is Du Gong, who was pinned on by the third master. The man was on the safest platform, arranging his troops and scolding Fang Xuan, and at this moment, he saw such a situation, but instead of the panic and fear on the faces of others, he squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the fierce and inexplicable black-scaled true dragon with teeth and claws, and the little carpenter under it.

Completely ignoring the reactions and words of others, he carefully examined the little carpenter's facial features, posture, and momentum......

It took him a moment before he let out a slow breath.

Many people were stupid and fell to their knees, but others reacted and threw themselves into the field, ready to get a piece of the pie.

What a dragon......

This is a real dragon, a legendary thing that has not appeared for hundreds of years, if you can take this thing down, or surrender it, or kill it......

How much of a treasure will this be, and people will not be able to enjoy it?

Who can appear here is not an outlaw?

Bold, faithless, and ambitious outlaws, there are not just one or two, even under the power of the dragon that makes people's bones weak, there are people who desperately want to fight.

As long as you fight right, from now on, maybe it will be a carp jumping over the dragon gate and smelling the world.

There was chaos in the field, and all of these fell into the eyes of Du Gong.

At this moment, he had finished measuring the little carpenter's face.

As the last authentic successor of "imperial art" in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, this old man, who is respected as the "imperial master", is very accurate in looking at people.

Not only the physiognomy, crape myrtle bucket number, but also the relationship between the right time, place and people, he knows it all in his heart.

Seeing this scene, he shook his head and said: "No, the world of China, and today's rivers and mountains, can no longer be inherited by one person and one thing; The general trend of the world is vast and unstoppable, if this person is allowed to be the lord of the country, I am afraid that the world will fall into the hands of barbarians again, and it will not be able to return to the glory of the past...... No, no, he's not even as good as my fellow......"

He took a long breath, and then said slowly: "This world, it's time for a change." ”

After that, Du Gong let go of all his obsessions and fetters and laughed.

Then he chanted aloud: "Han Dao is in the past cloud season, and the heroes are at war." The hegemony has not been established, and the capital is divided. Chifu is declining, and Wolong has Kong Ming. When it was in Nanyang, Longmu cultivated itself. Fish and water are combined, and the wind and clouds are born all over the world. Wuhou Liminshu and ambitious to swallow Xianjing. Who saw Xu first, but there was Cui Zhouping......"

A boy next to him listened, bowed down and asked, "Teacher, what does this mean?" ”

Du Gong sighed and said: "This world is the world of the people of the world, not the world of one person and one thing, one city and one pool, one family and one surname, a thousand years of feudalism, and now it will be stopped-come, I am a person from the countryside of Shitang, Hunan, tired and sinful, so I will divide the dragon vein and interrupt the general trend......"

After speaking, he vomited a mouthful of pus and blood, spraying on the two pennants in his hands.

Immediately afterwards, he threw the pennant suddenly, and then stomped his foot violently, and his whole body settled like a wood carving, looking at the slightest motion, but he was clear and straight into the sky.

The clouds dispersed, and the moonlight illuminated the land.

In the darkness, there are light and dark colors, falling from the stars and universes above the head.

The black-scaled true dragon that was originally frantically absorbing the Manchu Qing Dragon Vein Diagram suddenly shook, and it had grown into a three-zhang length, but it broke in the next second.

It quickly grew smaller like a popped balloon, and then with a panicked and mournful roar, it soared into the air, but flew to the unknown place overhead.

It, the black-scaled true dragon that was originally like the return of the gods, actually escaped.

What the hell is going on?

Before everyone could react, the Manchu Dragon Vein Diagram, which could be called a top-notch magic weapon, actually shattered and turned into countless flying broken silks.

And the countless runes inside condensed, wrapped in terrifying power, and turned into three-colored light.

A golden light fell on the ignorant little carpenter.

A light as red as blood fell on Wang Baishan, who was gritting his teeth.

A sword of emerald light fell on the panicked Dong Xiwu.

Three rays of light poured in, and the three of them all screamed and fell to the ground, while the original boar skin turned into fragments, without a trace of spiritual light.

This......

For a few breaths after the Manchu Dragon Vein Diagram was shattered, there was silence in the field.

Everyone was stunned and didn't know what was going on.

It wasn't until the blood coffin that was standing in the air that suddenly the iron cable broke and fell down heavily, and the half-human, half-ghost-like third master crawled out of it and yelled hysterically at Dugong on the stage, and everyone reacted.

Dare to love the benefits of the Dragon Vein Society, but it was given to the little descendant, the long-haired man and the former Qing Dynasty Restoration Society's first master Dong Xiwu, and as the owner of the wild boar skin, the third master who everyone had high hopes for, not only did not get half of the benefits, but also ended up in the end of this inhuman and ghostless now.

Stealing chickens doesn't make rice, it's him.

How could the third master not hate, he scolded the teacher who had cultivated him in the most vicious language, and stumbled towards the little carpenter who was unconscious.

If it weren't for this kid, maybe he would have achieved the Earth Immortal Fruit Rank.

That's a realm that no one has reached for hundreds of years.

It was at his fingertips, but he eventually left him.

Seeing that the third master was about to pounce in front of the unconscious little carpenter, someone stopped in front of him.

The person who came was Li Mengsheng.

He snatched the unconscious little carpenter and slapped it towards the third master, who couldn't stand the force and rose into the air, but was hugged by a tall and big foreign woman.

Immediately after that, several Westerners entered it, and at this time, everyone found that all the power restraints in the field had disappeared, and they rushed forward one after another, wanting to fight. Li Mengsheng protected the little carpenter and fought and retreated, while Wang Baishan was covered in blood and also came to help, but after all, he was a little reluctant.

At this moment, Nadugong suddenly waved his sleeves, and the entire heaven and earth fell into that darkness.

There were countless fights and cries in the darkness, and the clearest one was Du Gong's singing that gradually moved away: "I have also shed a few tears of national tears; I have also suffered from a few days of civility; I have also pulled out a killing machine; On behalf of his compatriots, he would like to have his head cut to pieces. I was originally a golden game that appeared under the seat, why is there such a slave fan of women and wives? I am really samadhi, and I have come to the spiritual ground of enlightenment. Walk all over the world, cry all over the world, and wish to see a voice with one voice. Take the drum board, string rope, drink a few civilized operas at the foot of the cool mountains of the Asian continent......"