Inside the Trapped Dragon Tower, Elder Jinlongtai's expression was no longer as serious as before, but full of casualness.

Long Xiangtian, as the patriarch of the Dragon Clan, was still quite good at observing words and expressions, and seeing Elder Tai's expression like this, a heart that he was carrying finally let go.

It's just that he still doesn't understand why Elder Tai hasn't shown the hole card of the Golden Dragon Pulse yet.

Long Jue sat on the stake, dragging his chin and looking up at Lin Luo, who was nine feet tall and nearly dead, and the elders of the blue and black veins who were waiting for an opportunity to make a move, and then shook his head and said to himself: "I can't beat it." ”

Got up, patted the dust off his butt for the first time, closed the simple wooden door that had fallen into disrepair and was out of shape, and then turned away.

As soon as he crossed the stream, he turned his head to look at the three people in the sky, and muttered again: "It's boring, it's better to go and catch those demon beasts of the Lich Clan to try the bargain." ”

Elder Qinglong struck a blow with a long whip, if it weren't for the nine protective body golden dragons blocking it first, there was no doubt that Lin Luo would be dead now, after all, the saint was like an artistic conception, it was as easy as an adult bullying a child.

Lin Luo turned his head to look at Long Qing'er, who was standing alone on the edge of the cliff, covering his chest, with blood stains on the corners of his mouth, he knew what Long Qing'er meant by doing this.

The disciples of the Golden Dragon Sect each looked slaughtered, and a murderous aura emanated from each of them, and then condensed together in the air.

The aura of killing is getting heavier and heavier, and the buildings around him can't withstand this breath, and the whole thing is crushed.

"Kill!"

Ryuba roared.

"Kill!"

Thousands of children shouted in unison.

The killing aura became stronger and stronger, and it slowly began to condense into the shape of a dragon.

On the largest martial arts arena of the Dragon Clan, the white-haired and white-clothed old man was holding a broom, watching the battle seriously, putting down the broom, taking off the gourd on his waist, taking a sip of wine, and said a little drunkly: "It's really too bullying, you can't cultivate freely, so do something comfortable?"

As soon as the words fell, the old man, who had no fluctuations in cultivation, crackled as if he had exploded.

The aura around him was actually crazy and restless, and then quickly condensed towards the old man.

Within a thousand feet, all the aura is drained.

A long dragon condensed by spiritual energy, swimming in the long sky, the old man held a wine gourd, step by step towards the sky, the long dragon hovering above his head is very powerful.

Elder Qing and Hei Tai squinted their eyes and looked at the martial arts arena, their faces also revealing incredulity.

Anything that is unknowable or out of their control is something they don't want to see.

Lin Luo was already teetering on the brink of death.

How could Elder Qing and Hei Tai let go of such a great opportunity.

Originally, the two saints worked together to deal with a Lin Luo who only had an artistic conception, and if such things were spread, it would definitely make people disdain and ridicule.

But now on such an occasion, the two of them can't control it anymore, the aura of these thousands of children in the Golden Dragon One Vein is too terrifying, this Xiao Killing Aura, as the weakest of the three veins, the Golden Dragon One Vein can have such an act, it is completely caused by this Lin Luo, only by killing him like this, maybe he can extinguish this arrogance.

Elder Qing and Hei Tai shot at Lin Luo almost at the same time, and this time they did not use a saint-level weapon, but an unusually simple punch.

Lin Luo, who was already crumbling, had no ability to dodge or fight back at all.

The eyes that had already become blurred, I could vaguely see two figures coming straight towards me, and my brain, which had become muddy, finally had a trace of clarity, glanced at a few figures in the courtyard, and smiled bitterly in my heart, "It seems that I am also in vain." ”

The elders of the blue and black veins came to Lin Luo in the blink of an eye.

The old man carrying the wine gourd said softly: "Go!"

The long dragon condensed by the aura swayed its body and went straight to the blue and black vein elders.

This long dragon didn't have any coercive fluctuations, but the elders of Qing and Heitai didn't dare to underestimate it, and before they could blast at Lin Luo, they could only forcibly retreat.

Elder Qing and Hei Tai stood still, and they all squinted at the old man who came slowly step by step.

Long Xue'er looked at the old man Ziyang and exclaimed, "Old Ancestor Ziyang?"

The little turtle stretched out his hand behind him, and then slowly put it down, and said to himself, "Boy, you have to hold on." ”

Elder Qinglong looked the old man up and down, and said with an incredulous face: "Once you have entered the sainthood!"

This kind of mysterious and mysterious saying, only in the legend, it is rumored that the literati Taidou Shan Yinzi was once sanctified, in the extreme northern desert, there is also such a young Buddha who became a Buddha on the ground.

As for the cultivators, it was only a thousand years ago that on the mysterious Kunlun Mountain, there was such a person who once became a saint.

Elder Heilongtai was also shocked, "Ziyang, you have never been competitive in your life, and you are willing to be accompanied by that martial arts field, why are you like this now?"

The old man Ziyang took a sip of wine, shook his body a few times, and said slightly drunk: "Who said it wasn't, you are high up, commanding thousands of children, I am a mortal, I am used to being with flowers and plants, and I can't see fights and killings, but today I really can't stand you two old guys bullying such a little doll." ”

The old man Ziyang glanced at Lin Luo, who had already recovered, and continued: "Besides, as a disciple of the Golden Dragon, if you don't make some effort, you will really be spurned. ”

Here, the disciples of the golden dragon saw this old man who was not looked down upon by anyone, and they all entered the sainthood once, and their momentum was even worse one by one.

The condensed dragon finally had an outline.

Immediately afterwards, these golden dragon disciples all pinched the tricks, and one by one the golden dragons came out of the body, even those who had not reached the realm of cultivation, but they also had the golden light of the Dao Dao coming out of the body.

These golden dragons or golden lights were all gathered in the body of the dragon that had only a silhouette above their heads.

The dragon was resurrected, and suddenly the golden light was violent, the hurricane raged, and the unprecedented coercion was revealed.

In the unknown secret room, in the picture scroll, a voice said in surprise: "Big brother?"

Inside the Sleepy Dragon Tower, Elder Golden Dragon Tai suddenly opened his eyes, "Ancestor?"

The golden dragon came to life, hovering over these thousands of children.

The other two lineages were shocked, although the coercion of this golden dragon was not big, but this coercion was so special, as if it came from the distant past.

What makes them even more unacceptable is that the rumors that have been passed down since ancient times are true, as long as the children of the same line are united, they can attract the ancestors.

The first vein of the golden dragon did it, and the other two veins were envious, except for the envy of Lin Luo's deep jealousy.

Lin Luo relied on an outsider, but he made the weakest of the three veins, the golden dragon vein, condense into a heart, which is a miracle.

The two elders, Qing and Hei, seemed to be extremely worried about the golden dragon that had been transformed, and glanced at each other, but they heard Elder Qinglong say: "Ziyang, whether it is an ordinary man or a saint, the internal strife of the dragon clan is not as simple as you think, but this Lin Luo must be killed." ”

The old man Ziyang smiled, "I don't care who you kill," then he stretched out his finger and pointed to the golden egg lying in the courtyard, and said: "This little doll was born as the companion dragon source of my dragon clan, and it is the same as the ancestor, isn't it the great luck of my dragon clan, you killed the killer, I don't know if it is merit or selfishness?"

Elder Qinglong didn't want to talk nonsense with this old man anymore, so he glanced at Elder Black Dragon and said, "This is handed over to you, Lin Luo must be killed." ”

Elder Black Dragon nodded, and Old Man Ziyang didn't mean to stop Elder Qinglong, but just stared at Elder Black Dragon with a smile.

Elder Qinglong went straight to Lin Luo, and the little turtle secretly screamed badly.

Long Xue'er also saw it clearly, and shouted, "Be careful!"

Lin Luo could feel the arrival of Elder Qinglong, but the two of them had such a big difference in realm, how could he, who was already seriously injured, have the strength to resist.

But instinctively, he still raised his arms to block his chest, and the trace of chaotic qi located in the hundred bones was also directly wrapped around his arms.

'Boom!'

Lin Luo, who was nine feet high, was knocked to the ground by Elder Qinglongtai's punch.

The aura of the body was disordered in an instant, and it could no longer support the body of Jiuzhang, and it returned to its original appearance.

'Boom!' Lin Luo smashed directly into the courtyard, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Lin Luo!" Long Xue'er's voice was already hoarse from crying, and she rushed forward directly.

The little turtle still had no intention of making a move, and ran towards Lin Luo, the terrifying existence was still secretly eyeing him, he couldn't make a move easily, just like the previous hasty shot, and finally caused the golden egg to end up like this.

The black girl also moved her body and went straight to Lin Luo.

Long Xue'er looked at the golden dragon hovering above the golden dragon disciples in despair, and cried in a hoarse voice, "Why are you indifferent. ”

Or because of excessive sadness, Long Xue'er stopped crying, and there was no expression on her tear-stained face, muttering to herself: "I see, I see." ”

The little turtle also found the problem, it turns out that this golden dragon has no eyes, and the dragon still needs to be put the finishing touch, and this golden dragon also means the same.

Long Xue'er smiled and looked at Lin Luo who was lying on the ground, unable to see joy and sorrow, and said softly: "I thought that everything I experienced on the lake that day was fake, but the time you accompanied me a few days ago was such a coincidence, I was used to it, but I have to do something for you, otherwise how can you remember me." ”

As Long Xue'er spoke, a little golden light came out of her body, rose to the void, and all converged towards the golden dragon hovering in the sky.

"I wanted to be by your side all the time, but now I'm afraid I can't. ”

Long Xue'er's body actually floated on its own, and there were more golden points of light coming out of her body.

These points of light shot directly into the golden dragon's left eye, and a wave of coercion rippled from the golden dragon's body, but that was all.

At this time, Long Xue'er's facial expression was even more crazy, and a trace of ruthlessness that she had never had before appeared, "If Lin Luo dies, you will be buried with you." ”

The little turtle's face was full of shock, Long Xue'er was burning her own life, and forcibly nodded another eye.

Seeing this, Long Qing'er smiled bitterly and murmured, "Is this the fate of our sisters?"

As soon as the words fell, a golden dragon came out of his body.

But without waiting for Long Qing'er's golden dragon to swim over, the old man Ziyang, who was fighting with Elder Black Dragon, stepped back a few feet, and laughed: "I'll come!"

A golden dragon that was close to the essence appeared, heading straight for the huge golden dragon.

The old man Ziyang laughed wildly again: "Man, I'm sorry that I have to part as soon as we meet!"

The golden dragon turned his head and let out a low moan, which melted directly into his right eye.