For what this Dragon Emperor did, I'm really sorry for its resounding title. However, it is also very good at it, in the residence of a strong person like Nothingness, it can go around and turn over the cabinets without being discovered. I really don't know if Void deliberately pretended not to see it, or if Xiaolong did have something special in this regard.

But after a while, it was completely disappointed. Except for the void room, almost the entire room was searched by it, not to mention any genius treasures, not even some more precious and rare things. It could only return to the room of the sacrifice with a disgraced face, and at this time, the sacrifice was still quietly meditating there.

The little dragon flapped his wings and looked at the little guy in front of him. If there's one who wants the sacrifice to be stronger, it's definitely itself. Because it is the emperor of the dragon clan after all, but now this level is said to be the dragon family, I am afraid that the newborn dragon will not be weaker than himself. The strength of the dragon family comes from the ** and bloodline, no matter what type of dragon family is born, it has the strength of level 5 or even level 6, and the weakest of the family is stronger than the current little dragon.

This is also the reason why Xiaolong didn't listen to Tsing Yi's words and returned to the dragon clan. He himself knew better than anyone what the significance of the Dragon Emperor's appearance was, not only an honor, but also a responsibility, a responsibility to lead his people to a bright future. The only way it can help it improve is to help the little guy in front of him, his own master.

Just like the legend, once there is a disaster in the world, there will be an extremely strong man who surpasses everything, and at the same time, with the birth of that strong man, the Dragon Emperor will also appear. Such a legend does not exist on the mainland, and I am afraid that only those three tribes know this legend.

Nothingness was quietly suspended in the air, looking at the little dragon and the cute laughing guy in front of him, and he seemed to be thinking about something in his heart. But at this time, the whole person of the sacrifice suddenly became illusory, and at the same time, the little dragon also felt that the scales on his body had turned into transparent colors, and his blood could be clearly seen from the transparent dragon scales.

The same is true of the sacrificial body, as if the skin had ceased to exist. Nothingness, looking at the wisps of restrained gray-white blood flowing on the body of the sacrifice, impacting every part of his body, this impact not only expanded some of the blocked bloodlines of the sacrifice, but also transformed his body.

This transformation did not cause any pain to the sacrifice, he still quietly closed his eyes, the expression on his face was very calm, only the corners of his mouth occasionally raised. Compared with the calmness of the sacrifice, the little dragon was frightened, and most of the purple dragon scales on his body fell off at once, leaving only the gray-white scales that had been mutated.

If the mutation of the sacrifice is caused by the energy in the blood, but the little dragon still has the purest blood of the dragon clan flowing in his body, and there is no energy like the sacrifice, it doesn't understand why. What the sacrificial priest is cultivating now is not the energy of the creator, but just ordinary swordsmanship, and Xiaolong has long understood this.

Since it is not the energy of the cultivator, it is impossible to have any effect on itself at all, and it immediately thought of the possible surname of the Heavenly Contract. But this contract was made by itself, and if he couldn't figure out this contract himself, would it be so reckless? The sacrifice was not so much the rebirth of the gods as it was another new life, and his own memory was still the inheritance of the Dragon Emperor, which was fundamentally different from the sacrifice.

I'm afraid that no one in this world can explain this. The nothingness outside the house, when she saw this scene, she also smiled slightly, her smile was a kind of admiration, this was his admiration for the sacrificial calm cultivation. But how did she know that the spiritual power and soul of the current sacrifice had already flowed into the strange world in the necklace around his neck.

In that world, the priest wielded an iron sword in his hand and swung it in the open space outside the village. Around his body, there were waves of strong qi, and the long sword was like a swimming snake. Thorning, lifting, picking, shaving, and slashing, the sand and rocks flew everywhere the long sword went, and the branches around him swayed with his every move.

Originally, he would feel a wave of mental fatigue when he cultivated here for an hour every day, but today, the time he had cultivated had already passed, and his movements seemed to be the same as when he first started cultivating, without a trace of hesitation. No, it would be more accurate to say that the more you dance, the more powerful you are, and the faster you dance.

Chen Han, who was sitting on the side, watched the changes in his grandson, and the seriousness that he pretended to be couldn't hold back, and turned into a smile. But it was only temporary, and it immediately turned into a serious face again. But just with a fleeting change, don't want to escape the observation of the current sacrifice, for Chen Han's seriousness, although the sacrifice is simple, he is not stupid. How could he not understand?

Seeing his grandfather's smile, he danced more and more, and at this time, his soul and his ** were further integrated, or the fusion of that new bloodline. The priest didn't know why, he unconsciously closed his eyes while dancing with his sword, in his thoughts.

At this time, he entered a mood that he dreamed of being enlightened as a martial artist. The speed of the long sword in his hand became slower and slower, and it seemed that the power began to gradually decrease. But a new power erupted at this time, and it was not the purple energy used in the previous sacrifice. Instead, it was the same gray and white color as his nascent bloodline, and under this soft energy wrap, every time he gently swung his long sword, a sword aura burst out.

Although the current sword qi is not very destructive, it is a new realm for swordsmen. As Chen Han, as a leader in swordsmanship, couldn't he see it? This was not the so-called energy of the creator, but the energy of the swordsman. However, according to the cultivation of the Xuantian Sword Sect, the color of the qi should be from a faint yellow to a deep guess. But the sacrificial corpse could actually use this gray-white qi to cultivate the Xuantian Sword Technique, which undoubtedly gave Chen Han a new topic.

If there is a ranking of martial arts idiots in the world, Chen Han is afraid that no one will recognize the first. At this time, Chen Han, who was sitting on the side and quietly watching the sacrifice, also began to make his little calculations. Perhaps no one would have thought that there would be people in this world who would hit the body of the strongest human being.