"Goo-dong!"

Luo Lie subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

He was born in a military academy, and the family behind him is not a wealthy family, but there is some power, otherwise it would not have been possible to arrange him to serve in the emperor's personal guard army, and he has also seen a lot of legends and documents in those years that do not remember the years, such as - the secrets of the three treasures!

A book from heaven that records the past and the future, a Wangqi seal that can observe the number of qi in the world, and a turbid dragon corpse that can protect a country with its own strength!

These three treasures are the treasures left by the real dragon that opened up the world, as the only combat nature of the turbid dragon corpse, although it is essentially a puppet, but it is the kind of puppet that retains its self-consciousness, it is not an exaggeration to say that it has lived from the opening of the world to the present existence, although as a puppet he maintains a fixed strength and cannot be improved, but the gap in combat experience and experience is not something that can be smoothed out by one or two small realms!

Not to mention, compared to the corpse of the turbid dragon, Cheng Long does not have the slightest advantage in the realm, although the size looks similar, but there is a faint disadvantage in the momentum.

However, the corpse of the turbid dragon, who had the advantage, was reluctant to make a move, but opened his mouth to test Cheng Long's identity, and such an existence actually spoke to Cheng Long with this attitude, which only shows one thing - Cheng Long's special mother is the real dragon who opened up the world back then!

Although he guessed that Cheng Long was talking to the corpse of the turbid dragon in such an arrogant tone before, he must have a character, but Luo Lie never thought that Cheng Long would have such a background even if he worked hard.

The Creation God, the One True Dragon, and the Origin of the Practicing Species?

The dragon blood human race has been inherited for so many years, and even the level of the dragon venerable has become a legendary figure, so the existence that was above many races back then, the creation true dragon is the only existence qualified to be called a 'god'!

Such an existence is not to mention spreading the sect in a small Dragon City, as long as he shows his identity, where is it not good?

According to the origin of the bloodline, the Creation True Dragon is probably the ancestor of all living beings in this world!

Yang Qingfeng looked at Jiang Jing's back with a complicated expression, and wanted to ask, but he didn't know how to speak.

The rumored and favored Seventh Princess seems to be on Cheng Long's side from beginning to end, does she know some truth, or is it ......

There are some details that Yang Qingfeng didn't dare to think about, just making assumptions in his mind, he felt creepy!

Although it has not yet begun, Yang Qingfeng, who has a keen sense of smell, has already faintly sensed that the sky of the Ancestral Dragon Dynasty is about to change.

"Hoo ——!"

Cheng Long spit out a mouthful of dragon breath, looked at the corpse of the turbid dragon with a serious expression, and said slowly: "I'm sorry, you probably recognized the wrong dragon." The one you are talking about is probably my senior, but we have no mentor-apprentice relationship, no kinship, and we may not even have met. And I want that scale just because it works for me, not for you. ”

After being silent for a while, Cheng Long still opened his mouth to explain.

He doesn't do this kind of thing to help others carry the blame, it has always been others who help her carry the blame, when will it be his turn to help others carry the blame?

The corpse of the turbid dragon groaned for a moment, and the corners of his mouth grinned, revealing a smile.

Some self-deprecating, some mocking.

After half a ring, the corpse of the turbid dragon shook his head lightly, and said indifferently: "It turns out that when I was thinking about competing with him for the lord of the plane, he had already set his sights on other worlds? Even so...... I also want to struggle a little more at the end. ”

There is no will to fight, there is no murderous intent, but it is indifferent to the extreme, not that the corpse of the turbid dragon has seen through the red dust, but it has been desperate to the extreme, in the state of mind of the corpse of the turbid dragon now, 'I see everything, everything is dead and silent', even if the world is destroyed, don't want to cause the slightest wave in its heart, because the world in their hearts has already collapsed.

Cheng Long, who looked at the corpse of the turbid dragon, couldn't help but be stunned, and a sense of sympathy inexplicably rose in his heart.

No one wants to be made into a puppet, even if they can live forever?

Sadly, even if a mortal has mastered the means to control him, he can only obediently become a slave to that mortal.

Not to mention the corpse of the turbid dragon, a strong man who had the hope of becoming the lord of the plane back then, even ordinary people are unwilling to accept such a fate, for a noble existence, death does not make it feel painful, being dragged from the clouds by others, trampled into the mortal dust, is the most painful thing.

"Can you give me a chance? ”

The corpse of the turbid dragon looked at Cheng Long fixedly, and said word by word: "I know what you want, but before that, you have to get the Book of Heaven and the Wangqi Seal, and after becoming the master of this plane identity again, only in this way can you bear my power, and at that time, I will naturally not resist." In the meantime, this is my last chance, so ......"

Cheng Long's gaze fell on He Zeyu, the corners of his mouth raised a playful arc, and asked, "Your last chance, choose this guy, are you sure you won't regret it?"

He Zeyu: "......"

Although Cheng Long's words somewhat looked down on him, at this moment, he still didn't dare to open his mouth to confront Cheng Long.

Whether it is the corpse of the turbid dragon or Cheng Long, they are all existences that he can't afford to offend, no matter who turns over these two big guys, they can easily crush him to death.

The corpse of the turbid dragon looked He Zeyu up and down, nodded solemnly, and chuckled: "I'm not that guy, any plane is just a place to rest for you, and if you get tired of it, you will naturally leave." But I waited for so many years, and it was not easy to wait for this good seedling. I have turned over every corner of this world, whether it is the so-called human race or the tide calling tribe, there is no difference to me, but I am qualified to accept my inheritor, which is too few. ”

Speaking of this, the Turbid Dragon Corpse paused for a moment, shook his head, and said slowly: "Although this kid has been defeated in your hands twice, it doesn't matter, your senior once said that things are not more than three, I think the next time you meet, the winner should be the inheritor I have chosen." In case not... I'm willing to gamble and lose. ”

The meaning of the corpse of the turbid dragon is obvious, this kid has lost to you twice in a row, and that's his own problem.

But after this kid has been trained by my hands, there is no reason why he will lose to you kid.

He Zeyu slowly raised his head and looked at the two behemoths talking with dragon bodies, with a look of horror on his face.

Lost twice?

He's the protagonist of this plane!

How could he have lost, and he had lost twice in a row to the same man?

Cheng Long nodded lightly and said with a smile: "Okay, then I'll give you time, when I get the Wangqi Seal, will I go to you, or will you come to me?"

"I'm coming for you. ”

The corpse of the turbid dragon glanced at Cheng Long with a deep gaze, and the bat's wings behind him shook, and instantly set off a terrifying air current, rolling He Zeyu and disappearing directly in place!

This existence that it recognized as wrong, although its cultivation is far inferior to the one he faced back then, but in some ways, this junior is even more terrifying, if it can choose again, it would still prefer to face the real dragon back then.

After all, he still had some weaknesses back then, and this junior ...... It's unfathomable!

Cheng Long looked at the corpse of the turbid dragon rolling away with He Zeyu, and glanced around at the battlefield around him, those soldiers who had already died in battle moved again with stiff movements, it seemed that it would not be long before they could become fierce soldiers again, all the enemies in front of the four-year-old.

Some of the undead chased the retreating warriors of the Chao Calling Clan, some of the undead began to climb along the walls of Dragon City, and even some guys who didn't have long eyes crowded directly towards Cheng Long, who was full of qi and blood, as if they wanted to tear Cheng Long into pieces and swallow it into their stomachs, but most of these undead had not yet approached Cheng Long, and they were sprayed into a cloud of ashes by a cloud of golden dragon breath, and they drifted away as soon as the sea breeze blew.