"Drip ...... Drip...... Drip ......"

The scarlet blood dripped to the ground, making a crisp sound, and the originally noisy void suddenly fell silent, and the dead silence was terrifying, and only the sound of blood dripping could be heard, like the laughter of the devil. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Buzz...... Buzz ......"

As the blood dropped, the pitch-black dragon altar made a rumbling sound, as if thousands of evil spirits had frantically escaped from hell, shaking the vast earth and cracking inch by inch.

On the pitch-black altar, the nine dragons carved suddenly opened their blood-red dragon eyes.

"Whew!"

Nine dragon roars tore through the heavens and the earth, more terrifying than the rolling thunder, the carved dragon claws poked into the void, and the endless desolate and chalky breath poured out from the altar.

The entire million voids suddenly became gloomy.

The people in the void trembled, their hearts trembled, and their whole bodies were cold, and they felt the aura emanating from the nine dragon patterns on the altar like an ancient fierce demon, full of eternal desolation and endless bloody aura.

The mottled and hazy void was filled with the aura of destruction, and above the Zhou sky, the originally bright stars instantly dimmed.

In all directions, the Killing Dragon Cliff shook in countless dense places, and the hidden powerhouse opened his stunned eyes, looking at the place of the Killing Dragon Cliff in horror, and broke out in a cold sweat, "Such a terrifying power is enough to compete with the Eight Banners Ancient Mansion, who is born again?"

Blood dripped down the altar, Jun Qinghan's face turned sharply pale, and his whole body weakened in an instant, looking at the white-robed ancient worship holding the Nightmare Demon Soldier in the air, but there was a trace of Sen Han's killing intent in his eyes, and his hand hung in the void, allowing the blood of the Dragon Emperor to feed the nine Heartless Owl Dragons.

"Leave!"

Jun Qinghan was as pale as paper, but he said resolutely.

I only heard a pop, and the blood on my wrist rushed wildly, dripping frantically towards the altar.

At the same time, the altar emitted a rumbling roar, like hundreds of millions of ancient chariots rushing by, exuding a breath that was more than a hundred times more terrifying than before, and the nine owl dragons engraved on the altar gradually surged with the breath of destruction.

"Knock...... Knock knock ......"

The altar shook, and gradually cracked, splitting into nine.

The altar transformed, and the nine dragon patterns gradually turned into entities, turning into the eternal dragon that whipped the heavenless sky. With a "whoosh", the heavens and the earth shook, the rivers and mountains trembled, and the sound of the dragon contained infinite anger.

Thousands of miles of void, vast and endless dragon might.

The dragon in the center roared, and the sea of scarlet blood under his eyes churned, surging wildly. The dragon tail of the dragon volleyed in the air, crushing towards the crazy white-robed ancient worship.

The dragon's tail was like thunder, as fast as lightning, and it couldn't tolerate the slightest reaction from the white-robed ancient worship, so he only heard a sound from the sky, and a snow-white figure in the void was suddenly volleyed into the sky and flew into the nine heavens.

At the top of the Dragon Killing Cliff, a bitter smile crossed the corner of Jun Qinghan's mouth, "It's a pity that the Nine Famous Dragons of the Realm slash the Ancient Offerings!"

Suddenly, Jun Qinghan's body shook, his whole body lost too much blood, and he staggered to death.

Before closing his eyes, the black-robed young man glanced at the Nine Great Dragons of the Void, and a cruel smile appeared between his eyebrows.

In the void, the dragon was wild, and the black dragon tail twitched in the air, constantly whipping the white-robed ancient offerings. The pitch-black dragon's tail twitched above the white shadow, making a sonorous sound of bones shattering, which was very piercing.

In the end, the nine-headed owl dragon roared, danced wildly in the air, divided into nine directions, and headed towards the destruction and killing of the Qinglian Continent.

The whirring wind swept the world, but in an instant, the dark dragon shadow disappeared in the eyes of everyone, and the direction in which it flew was the Eight Banners Ancient Clan.

It wasn't until the nine-headed dragon hesitated for a moment after leaving that Xiao Junzhu came back to his senses, pinched the sweat of a fist in his hand, and turned his head to look at everyone, all of them were shocked and frightened!

"The Thunder Dragon with the strength of the Famous Mansion is just like the people of the Ancient Famous Mansion, and it is the real master of the Great Array!"

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The wind blows the catkins, and the morning glow is like fire.

On the bed, the black-robed young man opened his eyes with some difficulty, indifferently examined the surrounding environment, his brows furrowed slightly, and the Dao Qi in his body that was originally surging like a sea was completely exhausted.

Sitting up slightly, he only felt severe pain all over his body, and there was a hideous wound on his wrist, but the man grabbed the nightmare demon halberd on the side of the bed with one hand.

"Are you awake?!"

On the stool next to the bed, a woman in an elegant blue embroidered skirt suddenly stood up, a beautiful smile bloomed on her somewhat tired face, and she quickly reached out to help Jun Qinghan up.

"Why are you here?"

The black-robed man looked at Jun Qingwu and said suspiciously, "Didn't I ask you to go back to the Drifting Snow Tower?"

The woman looked at Jun Qinghan, who was frowning, but the corners of her mouth showed a warm smile, "Here, this is the Drifting Snow Building, you passed out at the top of the Dragon Killing Cliff before, and it was your mother who brought you back."

"Drifting Snow Building?"

Jun Qinghan's fingers trembled slightly, "Piaoxue Building, Killer Dynasty, is this his Jun Qinghan's home?" sighed slightly, Jun Qinghan felt a trace of sadness, "Here, the world is frightened, but there are only two tombstones in Shenshui Village!"

"Ahem......"

Qi and blood retrograde, Jun Qinghan suddenly coughed violently.

Jun Qingwu frowned slightly, and hurriedly patted Jun Qinghan's back, "Mother went to boil medicine for you, I'll come soon;

Jun Qinghan's heart moved slightly, and he slid through a trace of warmth.

The corners of his mouth were filled with a cruel smile, "His current pain is in exchange for half an hour of life for the nine-headed anti-heaven dragon, and in this half an hour, the Eight Banners Ancient Clan will definitely be greatly injured."

"Don't worry, I can't die!"

Jun Qingwu pretended to be angry and punched Jun Qinghan, "What can't die, you can't die!"

"Squeak!"

While the two were talking, the door of the side room suddenly opened, and an old woman came in with a yellow potion, and glanced at the black-robed young man lying on the bed, and her arms couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Jun Qingwu hurriedly reached out to take the potion, "Mother, I'll come!"

"No, I'll come, Wu'er, you go out first", Xiao Wanjun's arms shook slightly, avoiding Jun's hands lightly, and said hoarsely and slightly trembling.

Jun Qingwu was slightly stunned, glanced at Jun Qinghan, who was blue on the bed, frowned slightly, pinched his palms instantly, and walked out without a trace.

"Han'er, drink the medicine!"

Xiao Wanjun looked at the man with a cold face, and said with a smile on his face, the spoon contained the medicine and sent it to Jun Qinghan's mouth.

Jun Qinghan frowned slightly, didn't care much about the spoon in his mouth, stared intently at the weather-beaten face in front of him, Tie Qing's face twitched slightly, took the medicine bowl, raised his head and drank it.

Xiao Wanjun watched Jun Qinghan push away the spoon, and there was a hint of disappointment in her eyes, but in the blink of an eye, she showed a smile on her face.

"Why did you abandon me in the first place?"

With a sonorous sound, the medicine bowl was heavily buckled on the table next to the bed, and Jun asked indifferently, but there was a trace of resentment and unwillingness in his tone.

"I ......" Xiao Wanjun paused, looked at the man in front of him who had been wrapped in a black robe for many years, and sighed, "Mother, how could I bear to abandon you, if it weren't for the ...... back then?"

"Alright, no need to say it!"

Jun Qinghan's face twitched, and after staring at Xiao Wanjun in a complicated manner, he suddenly lay down and covered his head with a quilt.

Xiao Wanjun's voice froze, looking at Jun Qinghan who had hidden herself, her heart ached inexplicably, and she sighed long, full of remorse, heartache, vicissitudes, and more happiness.

Thinking about it day and night, Han'er is finally back, the family affection that blood is thicker than water, and the induction of mother and son!

With a "squeak", Xiao Wanjun walked out of the wing room and gently closed the door.

After Xiao Wanjun left, with a snort, Jun Qinghan lifted the cover, looked at the closed door, and couldn't help but feel a trace of tears in his eyes, and Xiao Wanjun's frosty face sounded, and his heart tingled:

"Mother, how can I bear to abandon you?"

"How can I bear to abandon you?"

"How can you bear it?"

Jun Qinghan muttered softly, his fists clenched, but he didn't realize that his nails pierced into his palms, and he moved and covered his head again.

Outside the door, Jun Qingwu watched Xiao Wanjun's departure, the corners of his mouth pursed slightly, stared at the door fiercely, stretched out his jade hand, but never pushed the door open.

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After about half a day, the door suddenly opened, Jun Qinghan's face was still pale, and he looked at the bright sun and still had some flashes.

Looking at the empty surroundings, Jun Qinghan straightened his clothes and walked towards the courtyard.