The Zhutian Sword, which was originally contained in the dantian, was about to move, and the dragon soul sensed the same kind of breath, and Song Qing's little divine sense could feel that a golden dragon in the sword body was swimming rapidly.

However, it was born from the blue blood in Song Qingxiao's body, and it was of the same blood as her, and after sensing the breath similar to the same kind at this time, he didn't have any sense of wanting to be close, but instead gave birth to a fighting mentality, eager to fly out.

The blue blood seal itself is a fusion of the blood of the dragon that has evolved to the point of atavism and the evolution elixir, and the ultimate purpose of the blue blood itself is to create the legendary 'Nuwa'.

Therefore, the power and growth of this blue blood are even much stronger than the ordinary ancient demon-true dragon.

The dragon soul born with blue blood, although it has no entity, but its dragon soul is on the basis of innate, and its bloodline and grade are much higher than that of the ancient true dragon, so when he heard the dragon's groan, the dragon soul in the Zhutian Sword suddenly gave birth to a feeling as if it had been provoked by a low-level peer, and he couldn't wait to suppress it.

It's going to come out! It's going to come out!

Within the divine soul, the dragon soul released such a thought.

Song Qingxiao couldn't laugh or cry.

The soul of the little dragon is derived from her seal, and it has the same blood source as her, and it is born with a sense of closeness to her, and there is no barrier between the soul and the soul.

Especially after the dragon soul and the sword of Zhutian merged into one, it was even more intimate, she sensed the thoughts from the dragon soul, and only 'saw' the transparent sword body floating in her dantian turned into the shadow of a golden dragon at this time, and was anxiously playing in circles back and forth, wanting to urge Song Qingxiao to release it.

She separated a trace of her mind to appease the small and lovely golden dragon shadow, and at the same time communicated with Su Wu in the spirit:

"The seniors also sensed it?"

"Hmm." Su Wu responded, and then sighed:

"The drum body is based on the keel as the frame, the dragon skin as the membrane, and it is triggered by some kind of mental power, and the powerful demonic energy of the black dragon is sealed in the drum, no wonder there is such a big battle under the hammer."

As soon as he reminded him, Song Qingxiao also set his eyes on the two big drums.

In fact, she felt that this drum was a little weird at the beginning, but at this time, through Su Wuyi's words, she discovered the special features of the drum.

The texture on the black film is very special, and there are indeed traces of scale armor.

A layer of faint black evil qi covered the drum body, and every time the people of the soul suppression clan beat with the keel and the drum surface bounced, the black demon qi turned into a roar of the black dragon, directly hitting the sea of consciousness and soul of the person.

"There's something wrong with that drum."

Xiang Si didn't know about Su Wu's existence, and after suffering a loss at this time, he saw that the black qi above the drum body was spreading, forming a black mist that was constantly entwined, and his face showed a look of vigilance, and he instinctively turned his head to dodge.

The black python was the natal soul beast she raised, and if it was other spiritual attacks, it would be fine, and she could still resist it.

But this dragon soul breath happens to be the nemesis of the black giant python raised by Xiangsi, and the grade difference between the python and the dragon is too much, and the innate suppression between this demon beast is engraved into its blood inheritance.

Even if the black dragon is dead, only the broken skin and bones remain, but the movement created has already made Xiang Sibei feel pressure.

At this moment, she remembered the dragon roar in the sea before, and she felt palpitations and trembling.

Under that kind of coercion, even if her natal black demon python fought to the death before, it was suppressed and restrained at this moment.

Before the war began, it seemed that the situation was already unfavorable for her.

She approached Song Qingxiao and whispered a hint about the drum, and then heard Song Qingxiao nod:

"That drum is made by a true dragon demon body."

The Soul Suppression clan slayed the dragon with the Yellow Emperor back then, and after the dragon died, the corpse should have fallen into the hands of the Soul Suppression clan.

After the people of the Soul Suppression clan got the bones of these nine black dragons, they cut off their skins and bones to make such two giant drums, and when the sound sounded, the residual breath of the dragon emitted out, which was shocking.

When Xiang Si heard her say this, although his face was not obvious, he was a little shocked in his heart.

The great demon that existed in the ancient legends has the strength to be proud of the Nine Shadows, and it seems that it is not a lie.

That Nine Dragons have been in ambush for many years, and only a few remnant soul thoughts should be unsuitable for a reason, but at this moment, just relying on the giant drum made of its remnant bones, it is too terrifying to have such a power under the blow.

This time the task was a little difficult, the 'Dragon King' had not yet appeared, Xiang Si was already intimidated by the sound of the drum, and he was a little stunned in his heart, and asked in a low voice:

"Are you sure?"

When she said this, she chuckled like a self-deprecating chuckle:

"I'll tell you the truth, I have a lot of means, but ......" The rest of the words Xiangsi didn't say again, but the meaning of the words was obvious.

She has a lot of means, but she is not very proficient in everything, and she does not have particularly powerful anti-heaven magical powers.

If you are fighting against people, you will have a lot of tricks, and then it will be enough to rely on its mid-level cultivation in the infant realm.

But if she encounters an extremely strong opponent, none of her methods are enough to defeat the enemy, and those many and miscellaneous methods will fall to the inferior.

This is also the reason why Xiang Si began to worry after seeing Fan Wu's strength.

Now that the Soul Suppression Clan has moved out the giant drums made of the bones of these two evil dragons, the oppression of the dragon power alone has already made Xiang Si feel uneasy, and his strength has been greatly affected, and now he can only hope in his ally Song Qingxiao.

She had killed Fan Wu and shocked him, and she still didn't dare to show her face, whether it was the small cyan lamp or the magic weapon that could turn into a dragon, the aura exuded was extraordinary.

If her means can defeat the enemy and win, Xiangsi can feel at ease.

This is the biggest secret in her heart, which she has been hiding until she is really worried now.

Song Qing glanced at her meaningfully, and only after seeing the furry in Xiangsi's heart did she say:

"We'll see."

"This ......"

What does that mean? Xiangsi was a little confused.

Her words didn't sound like a very sure guarantee, the same attitude she had towards the Fifth before, and she didn't seem to be so frightened, but just as she was puzzled, she saw the Soul Suppression Clan standing on both sides of the temple raise their drums and hammers again, and hit them hard!

'Bang-'

The membrane of the drum surface vibrated wildly, and the lingering black gas was bounced up, and with the low horn of 'woo', several black air bands visible to the naked eye were formed under the bright light, intertwined with each other and swept through the air.

Those several black qi rushed in, Xiang Si had to deal with the pressure in the sea, but also was extremely afraid of these black qi belts in front of her, and when she saw that the energy was like a 'dragon' flying towards her, she instinctively turned her head to dodge.

Listening to the sound of 'whoosh' airflow, an extremely cold current swept past the side of her face, and the powerful demonic aura corroded her skin as it passed, bringing a tingling pain.

There seemed to be a roar of an evil dragon in his ears, and then in the sound of 'boom', he wrapped Chu Rong and the others who were following the two of them.

After Song Qingxiao opened the Divine Realm, his divine sense was tempered and became much stronger.

In addition, she is Nuwa's body, and the strength of her physical body and the power of blood sources that are much higher than the black dragon's body make her not as affected by the power of the dragon soul as Xiangsi, so when she saw the black qi passing through the two of them, she instinctively looked back, and saw that after the black qi entangled Chu Rong and the others, the strange black runes on the faces of these people seemed to be blessed, flashing with a demonic luster, like a living thing.

It seems that the black totem on the faces of Chu Rong and the others is actually related to this drum sound, like some kind of technique blessed by secret arts, which may have the effect of increasing their energy.

As she thought to herself, a gentle voice rang out in the middle of the temple:

"Miss Song."

Song Qingxiao suppressed the speculation in her heart and turned her head.

At this look, Song Qingxiao suddenly raised his eyebrows.

In the middle of the temple, Yichang appeared at some point.

At this time, he was completely different from his previous outfit, he took off the thick twelve-layer skirt on his body, and instead put on a black floor-length placket.

The large sand was embroidered with dark lines about the size of copper coins, and under the lamplight, there seemed to be a layer of brilliant brilliance flowing on the dark lines.

He held a tall bone staff of about two and a half meters, and there was a magical power surging in the bone staff, opposing the demonic qi that permeated the Yulun Realm.

At this time, Yichang was wearing a crown hat on his head, and the silk strands on both sides hung down and landed on his chest.

Although he has always behaved decently, dressed neatly and grandly since Song Qingxiao entered the Yulun Void Realm and met Yichang, he has never been so grand as at this time.

Perhaps it was the reflection of the light, and the dark lines on his body were overflowing with a faint brilliance, forming a halo of light, covering his face like a veil of mist.

The big curtain pierced him, making it seem that his shoulders were extremely broad, and the light pulled his figure in the direction of the temple, stretching it very long.

He stood there, like a warrior about to go into battle, giving people a powerful momentum that was one-man and incomprehensible.

"Yichang?"

As Song Qingxiao called out his name, he slowly took two steps forward, and the dark lines on the big coat on his body seemed to come to life as if he was moving, and there was a slight swing of the 'click' sound of impact.

It wasn't until this moment that Song Qingxiao saw that the dark patterns on his big body were not embroidered with silk threads, but pieces of polished armor scales, which were woven on top of the big sword with special silk threads.

There was a mysterious brilliance circulating on the scales, and Song Qingxiao didn't know why, his eyes fell on the giant drum on both sides of the steps.

The body of this drum is made of dragon skin, and the armor scales on the skin membrane have long been torn off.

The ancient demons, skin, blood, flesh, bones and even scale armor are all treasures, since the people of the Yulun Void Realm use dragon skin and dragon bones as heavy drums, could it be that the big drums worn by Yichang are also woven from dragon scales?

Thinking of this thought in her heart, she fell on Yichang's face.

As soon as he stepped out, he threw the lights from the temple into the shadows behind him, revealing his face.

What surprised Song Qingxiao was that Yichang at this time was a little 'different' from him before.

Unlike Chu Rong and the others, whose faces were covered with black mysterious totems, almost blocking the entire face, Yichang's face at this time was clean, and there was no demonic totem, and his face was as pale as paper against the backdrop of the black glowing robe on his body.

The reason why he is different from before is not because his appearance has changed.

When Song Qingxiao saw him for the first time, he was extremely impressed.

He stood under the pavilion and led a group of people from the Soul Suppression Clan, waiting for Uncle Xiang and the others to arrive.

At that time, Yichang was at most two decades, with black hair like a cloud in the crown, his face like a crown of jade, and his demeanor was elegant.

At this time, Yichang's appearance is still him, but he seems to have aged twenty or thirty years old in the past few days!

His temples are white, his face is no longer the appearance of a teenager, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes are frosty, Yichang looks at least fifty years old at this time!

"Yikes!"

Xiangsi, who was disturbed by the sound of drums, protected Zhihai with his divine sense, and after coming back to his senses, he also turned his head to look, and the moment he saw Yichang, he suddenly let out an exclamation.

Song Qingxiao's eyes turned quickly, Yichang has changed a lot today, could it be that these changes are related to the 'Dragon King Sacrifice'?

When she thought of this, she only heard a series of footsteps, and Chu Rong and the others stepped forward past her and Xiangsi, and stopped under the steps five or six meters away from Yichang.

"Father."

"Grandfather."

"Grandfather."

Chu Rong and the others bent down and bowed, and made an extremely grand salute.

Yichang on the stairs looked much thinner than he did when he was a teenager because of his age.

There is no freehand style of youth, but it has a little more awe-inspiring edge.

It may be because today is the Dragon King Sacrifice, Chu Rong and the others did not pretend to be like at the beginning, but directly exposed the relationship between themselves and Yichang.

"Father...... Chu Rong raised his head, his tone was a little choked, and there was still water in his eyes staring at Yichang:

"You ......"

"Get up." Yichang's expression remained unchanged, but he just looked at him lightly: "The distinguished guest is still there, don't let the distinguished guest see the joke." ”

A few gasps sounded, and those people in black skirts kneeling behind Chu Rong listened to Yichang's words, as if they were sobbing forbearantly, but everyone still listened to his words very much, and after his words fell, he and Chu Rong stood up one after another.

Yichang's gaze crossed the children and grandchildren and fell on Song Qingxiao, although she didn't say a word, his eyes seemed to have already guessed what she was thinking.

"Miss Song, this is what I really look like." He sighed, "It's been more than a thousand years, and it's been a long time since I've had it this easy." ”

The large dragon scales made of dragon scales were heavy and unusually heavy when they heard the sound, and every step they took made a crisp sound.

Compared with the young 'Yichang', he looked twenty or thirty years old, and he was not in the prime of life wearing such a heavy coat, but Yichang said that he 'had not been so relaxed for a long time'.

Song Qing was guessing the meaning of his words in his heart, but Chu Rong and the others cried again when they heard him say this.

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