Leng Wushuang in front of the sacrifice was like a god, and the five strange balls of light were like suns, spinning above Leng Wushuang's head.

"Magic, force. With a loud shout, the red ball of light suspended above her head turned into a phantom and burrowed into Leng Wushuang's spear.

I saw that the original silver-white spear instantly turned fiery red, and the somewhat thin spear head came out with the submergence of the ball of light, and it traveled into a jagged shape. The barrel of the spear also became a lot thicker, and red lines gradually emerged from the spear.

Balls of crimson magical energy erupted from all over her body, as if forming a defensive wall.

Sacrifice had seen Leng Wushuang use the Demon Casting Skill, and the move she was using now obviously did not belong to the category he had seen before, just by seeing the magic energy that Leng Wushuang burst out, he could judge the terrifying nature of this move.

Now that Leng Wushuang has used all his strength, it is impossible for him to hide anything.

"Celestial Gauntlets!" the priest shouted to the sky.

With his shout, the originally extinguished Sheng Yan once again condensed the power on his right hand, and on the left arm where the original Sheng Yan was traveling, golden energy appeared, and at the same time as these energies jumped, a golden gauntlet traveled directly on the left arm of the sacrifice.

Looking closely, on each piece of armor of this gauntlet, you can clearly see the golden energy flowing like a liquid.

At this moment, whether it was the sacrificial corpse or Leng Wushuang, the power they used belonged to a rare existence in the world, especially the sacrificial god gauntlet, that kind of pure destructive energy, even Leng Wushuang, who had already used all his strength, was a little surprised.

"Who are you, and what benefits does the silver dragon give you?" and the violent winds softened a lot as he spoke in a slightly surprised voice.

Leng Wushuang glanced at the sacrificial corpse and asked, "It seems that this guy inside seems to have a grudge against the silver dragon, let's find another way out if we can't do it, I can feel that the guy in this cave doesn't seem to be something we can deal with." ”

The priest nodded, agreeing with her words, but what he wanted to know more now was what kind of hatred the other party had with the silver dragon, and he guessed that maybe the guys in the cave knew what this place was.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "Wushuang, you wait for me here." I'm going to go in and see what the hell is going on!"

"No! I can't let you do that!" Leng Wushuang blurted out directly to stop the sacrifice, but the sacrifice had already entered the cave first.

In the cave, the Hesitant Sacrifice has always maintained the state of the Holy Heavenly God's gauntlet, and from a distance it looks like a bright lamp.

He walked cautiously step by step, and in this dark cavern, the priest could only rely on the light he emitted to see the road in front of him.

As he went deeper, a foul smell of blood grew heavier and heavier as the air flowed.

"Who are you, answer my question!" the old voice sounded again.

With his voice, the sacrificial mourner felt that the originally much calmer air flow had become much more violent, although the sacrificial priest didn't care about the oppressive feeling brought by the wind, but the disgusting smell of blood really made the sacrificial a little unbearable.

He directly covered his nose and said, "My name is Sacrifice, and I am a creator. ”

"Human? yes, you smell of humanity. Hey...... How could it be...... Tell me, boy, why do you have the breath of the Dragon Emperor on your body, have you ever been in contact with the Dragon Emperor? Tell me!" The originally calm voice became violent again, but this time it was not the wind that hit the sacrifice, or the gust of wind did not hit the sacrifice, but pulled the sacrifice in its entirety.

The priest felt as if his body was immobilized, and an invisible force directly pulled his body, and it was his feet that were suspended in mid-air with his feet off the ground.

He felt like an uncontrollable cannonball, being forcefully controlled and pulled by the other party, even the gauntlet that his Saint Yan was traveling on was still strong and useless on top of this invisible power.

Knowing that he was now like meat on a display board that could only be slaughtered by the other party, the sacrificial priest found that a light appeared in the originally dark depths in front of him, and it became bright and dark with a rapid gasp.

As the two grew closer, the priest discovered that the smell of blood around him was a pile of monster corpses that had not yet completely decomposed.

"Human, tell me who sent you!" the old voice drew the priest's attention to the front once more.

At this time, what appeared in front of the sacrificial corpse was a behemoth as tall as a mountain, and the flickering light was emitted by this big guy, and the sacrificial corpse was still controlled by the other party and suspended in the air, no matter how he struggled, there was no way to get rid of the other party's restraints.

"Human, didn't you hear me, answer my question!" the behemoth said again.

The sacrificial was bound in mid-air, and a bright red river flowed beneath his feet, and he didn't need to think twice to know that it was the blood of the monsters that had come along the way.

He looked at the behemoth in front of him, and said helplessly, "You have asked me so much, where do I start answering?"

The other party didn't look like a guy who was willing to listen to the nonsense of the sacrifice, but he saw the sacrifice's body rise suddenly, and his back was directly loaded into the rock at the top of the cave.

It wasn't until he was raised to the highest place of sacrifice that he saw the whole picture of this behemoth, although he was still restrained, but there was a look of doubt on his face.

He gasped a few times and said, "You...... You...... Are you a dragon?"

The sacrificial priest had never seen such a large dragon, the scales on his body were grayish, and the flickering light was coming from his dragon scales. The priest knew that if the other party wanted to kill him, he didn't need to waste any effort at all.

"You actually recognize the old man as a dragon, it seems that the breath on your body does not exist for no reason, tell me whether you are a person from the silver dragon or a person from the dragon emperor?"

The priest hesitated and said, "Let me tell you, but you have to tell me first! What is this place, and who are you, why are you here?"

"Cunning humans, only those who are strong in our dragon clan have the right to ask questions, unless you have the power beyond me, I will not answer any of your questions!"

The priest felt that at least three ribs had been broken in his body, and a mouthful of golden blood-like energy erupted directly from his mouth.

When these golden liquids scattered from the air, a look of fear and confusion appeared on the face of the originally proud dragon, and at the same time, his huge body actually took two steps back.

"You're not human, what are you? Why do you have this cursed blood in your body? From his voice, the priest sensed that he seemed to be afraid of the blood in his body.

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