The long, pitch-black chain shattered like a spider's web, and a little white light leaked out of the cracks.

A strong wind rises!

On the broken iron chain, countless black fragments fell flutteringly, flying in the wind, blinding people's eyes, and the pitch-black iron chain gradually revealed another appearance, if it was reborn, it exuded the purest and most beautiful white in the blood-colored world!

"The power of the most evil exudes pure white beauty, Your Highness, you and I are one!"

The blood-colored evil soared a hundredfold, the blue sky fell, the sky was eroded by darkness, and only the pure white iron chains left in the heavens and the earth occupied the entire screen like a spider's web, connecting the heavens and the earth, becoming the only light in the world.

Joan was locked in the center, looked up in the midst of this evil grudge, listened to his words, and laughed a little.

The evil aura was too awe-inspiring, and the people who hurried to subdue the demons looked at the blood that filled the Shenzun Mountain, and their souls trembled together.

Even those few infantile stage powerhouses couldn't help but stop, only surrounding the Divine Venerable Mountain ten miles away, looking at the Divine Venerable Mountain that was almost wrapped in blood mist, and did not dare to step forward.

"Who is it?"

Someone muttered.

Whoever has such an evil power can make the baby tremble.

They felt frightened, as if they could meet the next dark oppression, and the immortal world was devastated by this life, and the blood spread and the jade bones were heavy.

Qiao An's consciousness became more blurred, she curled up unconsciously in the cold, her thoughts began to wander, and she vaguely seemed to dream of the seaside hotel, the scene where she went to find Lu Jingjie.

She walked in the long corridor of the hotel, but she couldn't find room 1069, she went back and forth, obviously it was the first floor, but she kept going down the stairs, the darker and darker she went, and her soul kept sinking.

"Jing Mao."

She muttered unconsciously, but she couldn't find him, the stairs were gone, and she stood in the dark and narrow square cubicle and walked around, but she couldn't get out.

She seemed to have forgotten something, and seemed to remember something, the darkness swallowed her memory, and she only felt the biting coldness, and with an instinct, she lay on the wall, as if she wanted to break through the wall, and her eyes were blank.

"Master!"

A familiar and unfamiliar voice came from afar, and Joan's dull eyes had a hint of light.

Who is it?

She looked up at the sky, and saw a bright light in the boundless darkness.

"Roar—"

An ancient dragon roar came from far away in the sky, and the soul-shattering dragon roar seemed to pass through thousands of mountains and rivers, through layers of darkness, and directly shined into Qiao An's heart.

The light grew brighter and brighter.

In that light, there is the purest dragon roaring fire in the world.

"That's ...... Dragon! ”

Standing in the distance and not daring to approach, an infant metamorphosis powerhouse pointed to the fire dragon entrenched on the Divine Venerable Mountain and shouted, that lifelike winding and coiling posture! That Zhan Zhan dragon eyes and huge dragon body!

All of them show its sacredness and dignity, and the supreme dragon power suppresses the sky.

His face was red, his excited muscles flared up, and the indescribable fierce emotions in his body were like waves of the sea.

Crash!

Slap on the haggard stone and stir up the fiercest roar!

"That's the dragon scale cremation dragon!"

Wonders!

No one can describe in words the feeling that arises from the bottom of their hearts, but only from the soul, which produces an urge to prostrate and worship!

The reason why the Dragon Scale Fire and the Phoenix Feather Fire can become the leaders of the Ten Thousand Flames is not only because they are powerful in cultivation, but also because they can turn dragons into phoenixes!