But in half an hour, Jun Qinghan paused, looking at the towering pavilion in front of him, his heart was full of blood, his body was slowly suspended in the air, surrounded by dragon shadows, and the sound of the mighty Dragon Emperor shook the Dragon God Valley!

Dragon Court!

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Dragon Pavilion, Dragon Emperor's Pavilion!

For tens of thousands of years, only the Dragon Emperor has the right to enter, and if others get involved, they will definitely die!

Looking at the pavilion that had been sealed for many years, his wrist was flipped, Jun Qinghan's hands were opened and closed, his eyes were staring, and the dragon qi poured into the Baihui acupoint above his head, stirring and brewing in his heart, and the essence and blood of his whole body gathered towards his right palm, and the starlight in his palm shone to form a dragon pattern.

Jun Qinghan walked in front of the heavy and cold iron door, and slowly printed the indentation of his palm on the iron door, and the palm of his hand shone brightly......

"Whew!"

The heavens and the earth suddenly became hazy, and in the sky above the Dragon God Valley, the wind and clouds gathered, and the dragon roared!

In the Chaos Domain, the powerhouses of the Eight Banners Ancient Clan, looking at the terrifying aura in the sky above the Dragon God Valley, couldn't help but feel a trace of worry in their hearts.

A man in a big red robe, looking at the sky above the thunder and lightning with his negative hands, said to the people of the Eight Banners behind him: "It seems that the emperor of the Dragon Clan has returned to the Dragon God Valley safely, and opened the Dragon Pavilion, and the worship of the Eight Banners has failed!"

"We can attack the Dragon God Valley now, and while the Dragon Emperor is not yet strong, we can slash with thunder!"

No, the red-robed man scolded: "The Dragon Clan's Dragon Gate Array, far from being able to break it, the follow-up strength of my Eight Banners Ancient Clan has not yet arrived, and at the same time, tens of millions of troops have just come out of the Chaos Domain, and now a few of us have broken into the Dragon God Valley, which is tantamount to sending us to death!"

"But ......"

"No, but, since the Eight Banners elected me as the leader, then you have to listen to me Yan Wuyun", the red-robed man flicked his sleeves and said indifferently, "Even if the Dragon Clan declines, we can't take it lightly."

At the same time, outside the chaotic territory, in the mobile tent, Dongfang Youchen pinched the teacup in his hand, looked at a chess game with a little leisure, and played alone, next to Ji Wuji's face was cold and hard:

"Six million troops are the vanguard, Ximen Kui's wishful thinking is a good fight, six million cannon fodder, hum!"

"Aren't you happy, six million effortlessly, dominating the mountains and rivers on the surface, and then the infinite iron horse will cut down at will", Dongfang Youchen took a sip of tea and said elegantly, with a smile narrowing at the corner of his eyes.

The corners of Lu Wuji's mouth hooked, his palm stroked the head of the gun, and a trace of cruelty was revealed between his eyebrows!

In the Dragon God Valley, the cold iron door of the Dragon Pavilion creaked, and the simple and desolate breath poured out, making Jun Qinghan's soul tremble slightly, and his footsteps moved lightly, slowly stepping into the Dragon Pavilion.

The moment he stepped into the Dragon Pavilion, the walls of the four sides shone with light, illuminating the entire hall, and in front of him, a pitch-black dragon was lying cross-legged, and its eyes were scarlet like a boundless sea, which made people feel creepy.

The dragon's body winds like the backbone of an iron arm supporting the sky, standing up to the sky and the earth!

Jun Qinghan bowed slightly, "The one hundred and thirty and twentieth generation of the Dragon Clan, meet the Holy Emperor!"

Chen Xiao, the top powerhouse of the continent tens of thousands of years ago, the only holy emperor of the dragon clan, once led the dragon clan to sit on the continent and move towards the glory of the ages, making Canglong a god worshiped by all beings!

After worshipping, Jun Qinghan's body was shocked, and he walked towards the top of the Dragon Pavilion, every step he took, his mood was a lot heavier, the Dragon Pavilion was a sacred place of the Dragon Clan, even if he was the Dragon Emperor, there were some things in it that he could not know.

The eighth floor of the Dragon Pavilion!

The palm of his hand was imprinted on the stone door, the door slowly opened, and when he entered the room, Jun Qinghan's heart was full of blood, and he couldn't help but let a dragon groan erupt out, sweeping the four fields.

Directly in front of Jun Qinghan, there is an ancient stone platform, around the stone platform, painted with a dragon pattern, lifelike, full of ancient atmosphere, but the abbot is good at the stone platform, but it gives Jun Qinghan a feeling of heaven and earth.

On the stone platform, a token is suspended!

The token is only the size of a palm, showing a pitch-black color, and the back is painted with a blood-colored dragon, flying and domineering, and it is unstoppable.

In front of the token, the breath of the Dragon Emperor is overflowing, and the big characters are horizontal, exuding endless coercion - the Dragon Emperor's Order!

The Dragon Emperor's Order, the Dragon Emperor's token, the symbol of the Dragon Emperor's identity, the Dragon Emperor's Order, the world's dragon only obeys the order, and there must be no exceedance, otherwise the Dragon Emperor's Order will summon the dragon to imprison the cage!

Imprison the Dragon!

Walking over slowly, the slender fingers slowly touched the token, Jun Qinghan's whole body qi and blood suddenly stirred, his mouth spat blood, the Dragon Emperor Order rotated rapidly in the air, around the token, nine blood-red dragon shadows surrounded, the breath was sad and bloody, and the sky was thorough.

Then, the Dragon Emperor ordered a long roar, and if the white rainbow penetrated the sun, it instantly drilled into Jun Qinghan's body.

Jun Qinghan's face was extremely distorted, and the Dragon Emperor Order was in his body, rampage, without the slightest order, but with Jun Qinghan's current strength, he was powerless, so he could only wait for the Dragon Emperor Order to calm down.

After two hours, Jun Qinghan was already exhausted, and his face became pale, but the Dragon Emperor Order in his body was completely quiet, suspended in Jun Qinghan's sea of consciousness, and the dragon road above was circulating.

The spirit moved slightly, and the Dragon Emperor Ling suddenly lay on the palm of Jun Qinghan's right hand, plain, just like a pitch-black piece of iron, Jun Qinghan smiled sonorously, and took it back into his body again.

With the Dragon Emperor Order, he is the real emperor of the Dragon Clan, the undoubted emperor!

When Jun Qinghan walked out of the eighth layer, his breath obviously changed a lot, and the breath of the Dragon Emperor became more and more coercive, atmospheric, looking at the common people, and pointing at will.

Looking at the entrance leading to the ninth floor of the Dragon Pavilion, Jun Qinghan hesitated slightly, for thousands of years, the ninth layer of the Dragon Pavilion has been abandoned for the Dragon Clan, and Jun Qinghan can't remember how many years the ninth layer has not been cleaned.

After a slight pause, Jun Qinghan's footsteps finally stepped up the stairs on the ninth floor, listening to the gurgling sound of the ladder under his feet, Jun Qinghan smiled helplessly.

It seems that the dragons are not so poor yet!

On the stone door on the ninth floor, there is not a palm print dent, but a array, a formation showing the void celestial phenomena, on which the stars are shining, shining, full of mysteries.

Jun Qinghan relied on his memory, his fingers pressed on the formation map, and a faint sense of strangeness rose in his heart, "This formation map, Chen Wei has studied it for a thousand years, but he has no clue, and he can only open this formation by rote."

Fingers clicked the formation, and the trajectory of the stars immediately underwent earth-shaking changes, only to hear the sound of "Zheng", the door of the ninth layer of the stone room slowly opened, and the light of the glass was reflected.

Jun Qinghan frowned slightly, and slowly walked in, there is only light here, the light that Jun Qinghan can't understand, full of the light of the rules of heaven and earth, and at the same time there is a compass, the compass rotates, making the entire stone room more and more mysterious.

This is the Heavenly Machine Room of the Dragon Clan!

The compass has been rotating for more than tens of thousands of years!

However, for tens of thousands of years, the Dragon Celestial Machine has never had any hints, and the Dragon Emperor Chen Rebellion has never seen the Dragon Celestial Machine, and he doesn't even know what it looks like, so he can only vaguely speculate that the Dragon Celestial Opportunity is farther away than the Four Great Holy Dragon Envoys.

The Hidden Heaven Blade slashed through his finger, and a drop of blood slowly slipped down and dripped into the compass......

The compass rotated instantly, and at the same time made a grinding sound, Jun Qinghan waited for two hours, and did not see the slightest change in the compass, just accelerated the rotation.

Jun Qinghan sighed slightly: "It's been ten thousand years, and there is still no change!"

As he spoke, Jun Qinghan waved his robe, turned around and left, muttering very mentally, "Dragon Clan Heavenly Machine, is it still there?"

"Keng...... Keng ...... Keng ...... Khoosh!"

Behind Jun Qinghan, he suddenly remembered the low sound of Jin Ge's resonance, Jun Qinghan frowned slightly, turned around suddenly, and stared at the compass.

The center of the high-speed rotating compass gradually became stained with a touch of scarlet blood, and then spread in all directions, like a slaughtering Shura hell, with only blood and death.

Above the compass, a flash of light flashed, instantly absorbing all the light in the stone chamber, making a whimpering sound, and the handwriting on it faintly appeared.

Jun Qinghan's pupils shrank sharply, narrowed into a line, the blood under his eyes rose, staring at the handwriting on the light, and his heart vibrate:

The dragon soars into the abyss, the Holy Emperor rises!

Qinglian is in the world, and all dreams are crazy!

Ancient......

Jun Qinghan hadn't finished reading the handwriting on it, his heart shook, blood rushed to his brain, and he fainted instantly! )