However, he couldn't help but feel a little anticipation in his heart, the young man's calm look and the wisdom flashing in his eyes seemed to have a great chance of winning.

The dragon envoy has lived for thousands of years, and no matter how bizarre the things he encountered, he can guess a seven, but he doesn't know where to start with the outcome of this matter.

The Dragon Hall of the Earth is hundreds of floors high, and the golden dragon gold cut square is paved on the outer wall, which is brilliant and magnificent, showing the supreme dignity of the dragon family.

Fang Ling rode the flying sword all the way up, and when he came to the entrance of the top hall, he saw a large number of traces of destruction, and followed these traces all the way inside, and it didn't take long for him to come to a huge golden gate, on which were written several dragon characters.

Since leaving the land of the Tiger Clan, along the way, Shangling has received a lot of guidance from Xiong Wu Wolf, and the language of ten thousand beasts has also been greatly improved, so it is very easy to interpret the meaning of the Dragon Clan's words, which is the Dragon Clan's classic library.

The door of the library also suffered the same bad luck as the gate of the art world, and it was shattered to the ground, and it went deep down the long aisle, and then it came to a circular stone hall, and the shelves around the stone hall were full of stone books, and there was a vertical hole in the center of the stone hall.

I didn't feel the breath of the Ghost Emperor here, but Fang Ling felt a chill on his back, and there was an unprecedented palpitation spreading in his body, which was the fear that his body instinctively felt, Fang Ling took a deep breath, suppressed the fear, and then moved his mind and fell towards the deep hole below.

The closer he got to the bottom, the more Fang Ling felt the coldness of his body, he knew that this meant getting closer and closer to the location of the Ghost Emperor, when he landed on the floor tiles at the bottom floor, he saw a white figure at the end of the round hall at a glance, there was no doubt that this person was the Southern Ghost Emperor, an emperor who ruled the tens of millions of ghosts in the southern land of the Ghost Domain!

The ghost emperor was dressed in white, his figure was slender and strong, and the high-quality clothes were cut with perfect knife work, which brought out the demeanor of the emperor, and from the appearance, he was only in his forties, with thick eyebrows and a straight nose on his square face, and his eyes were blazing, as if he was a middle-aged man with a good demeanor.

If he didn't know the true identity of this person, Fang Ling would probably mistake him for a child of the royal family of which country, but his cultivation had reached an uninquiring realm, so unfathomable that it was difficult to guess, and that imperial temperament could make people bow their heads and bend their waists.

Fang Ling sighed secretly, only to feel that time stopped all of a sudden when he saw this person, as if he was the master of all things, and even time had to obey his orders, this was the master of the Yuan Infant Stage, this was the dignified Southern Ghost Emperor, Rao is Fang Ling was also instinctively vigilant to the extreme.

The Ghost Emperor was holding a stone book in his hand at this time, suspended in the air, he naturally sensed that someone was approaching, but he didn't have any reaction, but slowly flipped over the stone book.

Fang Ling naturally wouldn't bother him, he just took this opportunity to □□ the growing fear, he knew very well that in the face of such a strong man, if he showed even the slightest cowardice, the end was likely to be death, because what the strong could appreciate - only the strong!