"Old Dragon, are you here to die?"

Lu Jing's voice was like thunder, exploding the heavens and the earth.

In the burial dragon city, the sound waves turned into ripples and scattered in all directions, rolling up heavy clouds and mist.

The old dragon with stumps was dozens of miles ahead of hundreds of dragons and fell into the burial dragon city.

Lu Jing's cheeks were slightly red from drinking, but he dared to ride a horse and scold the real dragon!

There was no fear in his clear voice, and the wind-calling knife and rain-summoning sword on his waist kept vibrating, and the murderous aura was great.

As soon as the remnant-footed old dragon came through the clouds and fog, he heard this Lu Jing's angry scolding, and one after another dragon power instantly permeated this burial dragon city.

The waves of qi like the sea surged, and an ancient divine appearance appeared behind the old dragon with broken feet, and the divine appearance was heavy, shining brightly, making the qi and blood around his body more and more surging.

And outside the burial dragon city, seven hundred dragons are overwhelming, the clouds and mist in the distance cover the sky and the sun, and the real dragons and dragons are entrenched in the clouds and mist, which is terrifying.

"Lu Jing dares to reflect the dragon slaying platform, it is for the great enemy of the dragon genus in the world, kill!"

There was a dragon groan, and the mighty dragon power brought up a wild surge, and for a while, the supernatural powers, qi and blood shrouded the land of the dragon city for hundreds of miles.

This scene is too amazing.

Even Qi Hanzhang and An Nijing, who were born into famous families, had never seen such a terrifying scene, and even the Buddhist texts on the body of the Lotus Buddha were trembling slightly.

"It's unbelievable how big it is." Qi Hanzhang's brows jumped, and through the billowing smoke and dust, he saw that the earth was cracking, the vitality was agitating, the supernatural power was urging, and there were dragons that were as short as ten zhang and dozens of zhang long as they soared in the sky, heading straight for the burial dragon city.

"This Lu Jing's courage is inevitably too heavy, hundreds of dragons want to kill him, and there is still an old dragon with an eight-fold appearance who has also entered the Burial Dragon City at this moment, but he still dares to scold?"

An Nijing's thoughts flashed in her heart, but she felt pity in her heart.

"Obviously, there is life ahead, just go to Lingao Mountain to visit those two fallen immortals and not suffer this calamity, but now it's good, this land scene is going to be devoured by these seven hundred dragons......"

An Nijing's voice did not fall.

Lu Jing raised his eyes and scolded the real dragon, and threw the wine jug in his hand casually.

The remnant-footed old dragon had just hovered outside the Burial Dragon City, but in a moment, Lu Jing flipped his hand, and there was an extra dragon bow in his hand!

The old dragon with the broken foot looked indifferent, and there was no nonsense, his dragon power shone, and between the explosion of Xuangong, a dragon foot fell straight into the void, and it also descended like his indifferent eyes.

Thundered!

The void exploded, and the fierce qi wave was so powerful that the ruins and bricks of the Long Willow City turned into smoke and dust in an instant, dissipating into the air.

It's a one-style punch!

The explosive fist intent coupled with the true dragon body that was enough to smash the mountains was enough to shatter the mountain, and the violent pressure pressed directly towards Lu Jing.

The sky became hazy, as if the heavens and the earth were obscured by the old dragon's foot.

It is also filled with a heavy and rich martial arts spirit, and the martial arts spirit is infinitely fierce, as if it wants to encroach on the void.

"Heaven-Swallowing Spirit!"

Terrifying and incomparable power permeated the void, and even from a great distance, the cultivator could clearly perceive it...... The old dragon's qi and blood exploded, the Xuangong operated, and the spirit of martial arts surged.

"The old dragon with the eightfold appearance of the gods!"

"At the end of my life, I am still so strong!"

Qi Hanzhang's heart shook, but he didn't know how to describe the scene of the burial of Dragon City at this moment.

"Don't say that there are hundreds of dragons after that old dragon, just this old dragon with broken feet, how can Lu Jing compete?"

The Lotus Buddha was about to say a Buddha name, and he wanted to send Lu Jing to pass away with scriptures.

But I saw that in the Burial Dragon City, which was covered with rich qi and blood, a golden light suddenly flashed.

The golden light rushed into the array, shattering the vast qi and blood in the blink of an eye.

Everyone was circling, but when they saw where the golden light came from, Lu Jing was standing on the dragon's head, and he had already opened the dragon bow of the second-grade heavy craftsman's famous weapon!

On the falling dragon bow, there is a heavy dragon soul roaring, and it seems that all of them are dragon souls who died under this falling dragon bow.

Lu Jing saw that Xuan Gong was about to fall, and the heaven-swallowing martial arts spirit almost swept him, but his eyes were still drunk and hazy.

In a hazy and drunken mood, the Falling Dragon Bow almost turned into a full moon, and a heavy layer of blood pulled the Falling Dragon Bow apart......

"That's ...... Seven Star Sword! ”

Far away, An Nijing's pupils, who were staring at the Burial Dragon City with divine thoughts, suddenly shrank.

Because she clearly saw that Lu Jing bent the bow and took the arrow, but it was not an arrow generated by vitality, but a second-grade seven-star sword.

The second product falls into the dragon bow!

Qi Guoji under the sword pavilion heavy weapon, the second-grade seven-star sword!

The two treasures bloomed with a unique brilliance in Lu Jing's hands, and a dragon groan came from the falling dragon bow, and the heavy blood light fell on the seven-star sword, dazzling and bright.

"What is it on the seven-star sword?"

An Nijing was puzzled.

The seven-star sword has never recognized Lu Jing as the master, and the second-grade sword has its own spirit!

Lu Jing held the sword, and he couldn't exert the power of the seven-star sword at all, and because of this, the eldest prince Ying Xuanguang would shoot a strange gem on the seven-star sword that had not been blessed with vitality with the Falling Dragon Bow.

But at this moment, the sword is contending, as if on the sword, a strange power is blooming!

Guanghan Yin!

Borrow dollars from the sky!

The clouds and mist in the sky seemed to be cleared by the gods, and the rich, turbulent waterfall-like vitality blessed the seven-star sword.

And this kind, just for a moment!

Rumble!

A bang was heard.

The full moon of the Falling Dragon Bow turned into a waning moon, and the seven-star sword on the Falling Dragon Bow also turned into an auroral shadow and disappeared in an instant!

The full moon is in the bow shadow!

Tian Yuan enters the sword end!

The incomparably mysterious Xuangong Guanghan Seal, borrowing yuan from the sky to bless the seven-star sword.

The Dragon Slayer Life Grid was also triggered at this moment, and the Dragon Slayer Platform in the sky scattered a glimmer of light and fell on Lu Jing.

In an instant, the seven-star sword exploded!

Draw a brilliant sword.

Where the sword passed, a terrifying ravine was born on the earth, and it also brought the sound of sword light flickering!

The old dragon with stump feet originally looked down indifferently, and the dragon's feet ran Xuangong, wanting to crush Lu Jing in the blink of an eye, and then devour it, so as to prolong his life.

But when the seven-star sword shot at this moment, carrying the power like a thousand zhang Juyue suddenly falling, a wisp of color flashed in the eyes of the old dragon.

"This Lu Jing cut off the blood beads of the Longpan Array, dragged his seriously injured body, and killed the eldest prince Ying Xuanguang......

It's only been a little more than a month, and it's been less than two months, and his injuries are easy to recover? ”

The thought passed by in the blink of an eye.

His dragon feet were inevitable, colliding with the seven-star sword.

Sonorous!

The seven-star sword is already hard, but it is a second-grade sword.

At this moment, the seven-star sword was shot out by the falling dragon bow, mixed with the sword qi of the landing scene, and there were still two mystical skills of Guanghan Seal and Borrowing Yuan from the sky, bringing up a streamer in the sky, illuminating this dim sky.

"It's ...... The first gift! ”

Lu Jing's heart moved slightly.

But I saw the crippled old dragon and the seven-star sword colliding, and two colors rippled in the sky, and the heaven and earth seemed to be divided into two.

Immediately afterward, a blinding white light bloomed, followed by a loud sound.

The white light dissipated in an instant, and the seven-star sword flew out and fell into a ruin.

The same is true of the old dragon...... The rolling waves of qi seemed to have boiled, and the vitality in the sky was ignited, Qi Hanzhang and the others raised their eyes, and the sky seemed to be on fire.

And from the fire, the old dragon poked his head out, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"Lu Jing, you haven't been hurt!"

The sound of the dragon's chant was terrifying, and ordinary monks were afraid that they had already broken their hearts.

But Lu Jing had already pulled out the Wind Calling Knife, and the Rain Summoning Sword came out empty, turning into a burst of light.

In a dry river.

Eight hundred Xuan Ice Armorers sat on their horses, their breath calm and cold.

Yuan Qishou, the second leader of the Huai Gang, had a soft face, and there was some interest in his eyes.

"This Lu Jing has been injured repeatedly, but he can recover extremely quickly, there must be a secret."

"But what if you haven't been injured, the seven hundred dragons of heaven and earth here can crush you to death with a frenzy of qi and blood!"

Yuan Qishou couldn't help but think of the Shaozhu Kingdom and the Seven Princes: "The Shaozhu Kingdom and the Seven Princes are too worried, who can carry such a terrifying dragon power?"

Even if Lu Jing reflects the dragon slaying platform, it does not mean that he can kill the dragons of the world, and he can be invincible among the dragons in the world! ”

Yuan Qishou's thoughts surged.

The old dragon with a stump had a gloomy face, and his wanton killing machine almost devoured the entire Burial Dragon City.

And behind him, hundreds of dragons were coming.

At this moment, Yuan Qishou, An Nijing, Qi Hanzhang and others, who were watching this amazing scene from afar, instantly raised their heads.

But I saw the sky!

It's like the stars falling, bringing up the blood in the sky.

The vast atmosphere of blood filled the room, and the friction with the void ignited a raging fire.

Bang!

There was a dull loud bang, followed by smoke and dust.

The scattered smoke and dust also ignited a fierce fire, and the fire was like a high wall, cutting off the world.

"Great Thunder Yin Temple Walker?"

The Lotus Buddha with his palms folded frowned.

But out of the smoke and dust, a young man dressed in coarse cloth and with a fire burning on his body, even with long hair, slowly walked out.

The man's face was resolute, and there was a Guanyin mark on his forehead.

He stood in front of the Burial Dragon City, his back was not too tall, but it could blend in with the flames that had been ignited.

The chief of the Great Lei Yin Temple changed into ordinary clothes, put down the statue of Guanyin on his back, and came to bury the Dragon City with a fire burning on his body!

"The dragon genus in the world cannibalism, cannibalism, no!"

The long man's eyes were burning, and the god behind him was floating, it was a Guanyin.

The statue of Guanyin shines brightly, bringing up the blood of the sky.

"Lord Lu Jing slays the dragon on the bank of the Yuanxia River, and justice is given to the dead people, don't die here!"

Another voice came, higher above the dragons, someone sat in the clouds, set up a fishing rod, the silk line fell, and a dragon was fished.

The dragon's blood mist filled.

The Shenxiu monk shook the fishing rod indifferently, and the dragon fell into the dust at this moment.

Beside him, Chenghui looked in horror at the flying dragons in the sea of clouds below, but the Shenxiu monk turned his head and chuckled at him.

"Don't be afraid, those who do trouble in the world are strong with dragons, and there is no need to be afraid."

Shenxiu monk and Da Lei Yin Temple walkers rushed here.

A burst of blood light burst out from the mouth of the old dragon, and the huge dragon body slammed down, and there were hundreds of thousands of changes in an instant, and it seemed to fly over the entire Burial Dragon City.

Lu Jing stood with the knife in his hand, and the three lines of precedent blood in his body were frantically poured into the Breathing Wind Knife.

Open Shu Road!

Bringing the Spring Thunder Knife Intent, there are wisps of innate spiritual condensation in the blood of the first weather, and the martial arts great yang, qi and blood exercises, poured into the Hufeng Knife.

The wind and rain that were originally scattered in the Burial Dragon City also turned into supernatural powers in an instant, and every wisp of wind and rain fell straight down like sword intent and sword qi.

The spring thunder of the sword intent resounded through the heavens and the earth, as if it could go straight to the nine heavens.

And the Rain Summoning Sword turned into a sword light, carrying the landing scene and flying away.

The gentleman is furious!

The order of the star officer!

Starting from the two fates, the originally hazy dragon body in Lu Jing's eyes was undoubtedly revealed.

All kinds of qi and blood flow paths, the places where Xuangong was killed, and even the broken dragon foot of the old dragon with broken feet, all clearly fell into his eyes.

Under the dragon slaying platform, Lu Jing's Spring Thunder Knife intent bloomed in an instant.

The rain-summoning sword at his feet also flew away, erecting a group of peaks.

The sword qi rose from Bishan, and eighty-one peaks stood, and finally turned into a sword qi.

The sword qi rose proudly, and there were eighty-one changes, and in each of these changes, there was a sudden appearance of the floating sun.

The sword aura is high, and the sword intent is flashing!

The sky was shining with golden light, and there were Gou Chen stars rolling up the thunder in the sky and falling straight down.

Erupt!

Burst of vitality! Burst of blood and blood! Divine powers erupt! Xuan Gong Eruption!

All that Lu Jing gained exploded at this moment.

The crippled old dragon's behemoth body carried the spirit of qi and blood martial arts and slammed into it.

A burst of sparks splashed, and when the qi and blood collapsed, Lu Jing retreated hundreds of zhang in an instant.

Outside the city, the walkers lit the fire, and the gods showed the time to fish for the real dragon.

Two more sword qi diffuses.

The seven-foot jade tool turned into wind and rain, endless, and the sword aura was like silk, locking a true dragon.

Nanhe rain ignited the divine fire again, and the feathered sword heart was urged to the extreme, and wisps of sword light also appeared at this moment.

"Mr. Lu Jing."

Nan Heyu didn't dare to go to the burial dragon city.

Luo Shubai's seven-foot jade tool circulated up and down, dividing these hundreds of dragon genera.

"Here are four juniors, looking for death!"

There is a real dragon roaring.

Just as the true dragon said.

Even if Shenxiu Monk, Chang Publisher, Luo Shubai, and Nan Heyu are all the world's pride, they ...... After all, he was too young.

When the dragon tide surges, they will be overwhelmed by the reacting dragons.

It was also at this moment that a wisp of evil qi that rushed into the sky turned into sword intent and spread, and it fell suddenly.

Xu Xingzhi came with a knife, and there was a shirtless young man beside him.

Is that...... Nan summoned the prime minister to cross the river.

Xiang Crossing the River was a guest of the Duke of Chu's Mansion, and he should have been opposed to Lu Jing, but in this middle of the river, he actually walked with Xu Xingzhi and came to be buried in the Dragon City together......

Slay the Dragon!

Among the seven hundred dragons, there are as many as five of the four or five realms of the seven realms, and the true dragon rolls the dragon body, and the clouds and mist and supernatural powers suddenly appear.

"Lu Jing's inscription has attracted so many Tianjiao?" An Nijing muttered to herself.

"No...... And it's not just these top talents! Qi Hanzhang looked farther away.

In front of the six Tianjiao appeared, a heavy hammer fell from the sky, and then a ten-zhang white ape with a hammer in one hand and a knife in the other rampant, crashing into the land of the burial dragon city for a hundred miles.

As soon as he collided, the surging and abnormal demonic qi spread out in all directions, and there was the spirit of the other six powerhouses.

The coercion of the seven hundred dragons around him that originally shrouded the heavens and the earth also gave birth to cracks at this moment.

In an instant, those knights who originally walked in the land of the Burial Dragon City for a hundred miles and came to slay the dragon, but were so pressed by the coercion of the seven hundred dragons that they couldn't move forward, suddenly drew their swords and drew their swords!

In an instant, more than thirty sword qi, sword intent, and fist intent stretched out with brilliant brilliance.

The supernatural power swept, a boulder fell from the sky, a violent wind exploded, and a supernatural body held the dragon.

Xuangong qi and blood exploded, and dragon blood fell on Jiaolong's body.

In the distance, the King of Mingguang of Pingping Township carried the banner but did not make a move, but just looked at the Burial Dragon City.

Qi State Python Yi Mink Temple frowned and looked at the back of the Kaiyang Sword Seat.

"Although Lu Jing has a grudge against Jixia Sword Pavilion, he shouldn't die at the hands of these reptiles!"

Kaiyang Sword Seat drew his sword, the sword qi was like a rainbow, the light opened Yang Xin in the sky, and the starlight fell, but he seemed to turn into starlight and rushed into the dragon.

"Really...... Pedanctic. ”

The python sable temple shook his head slightly, he turned his head, and vaguely saw the eight hundred Xuan Ice Armor Warriors, and saw Yuan Qishou on horseback.

"Huaibang ......" Python Yi Mink Temple muttered to himself in his heart, with a smile on the corner of his mouth......

……

"Mr. Lu Jing, I can't wait for dozens of people, how can I kill these seven hundred dragons?"

The white ape laughed, his eyes were full of light, and his laughter was extremely hearty, and he casually used a heavy hammer to destroy the two dragons.

The sword qi on Lu Jing's body swirled, and a divine thought resounded through the void.

"Everyone, stop the seven hundred dragons for a while, and when I kill this old dragon, the remaining seven hundred dragons are all dragons waiting to be slashed on the dragon slaying platform!"

Lu Jing was drunk and didn't wake up, and in the snap of his fingers, Haoran Qi filled the void.

Golden thunder wrapped around the air and turned into a poem!

"Born out of nowhere, Mang Kunlun, read the spring of the world!"

"Three million sword qi flew up, stirring up Zhou Tian's cold!"

……

"Old Dragon, this is ...... The second gift! ”

"You're going to kill me in a moment?" The breath of the old dragon with broken feet is withered, but the breath of decay is full of peerless spirit.

In the distance, the seven-star sword was inserted horizontally in a ruin, the second-grade sword had dimmed, and only one of the six gems left on the sword was left, which showed how strong the body of the old dragon was.

He rushed suddenly, and the golden light lingered under the heroic spirit of Lu Jing's poems and words.

Just like a Kunlun mountain, Lu Jing stood at the peak of the mountain, and the rain sword reflected the light behind him, flying up three million sword qi!

The Golden Law Thunder, Fuguang Sword Qi, and Haoran Qi were all condensed by Lu Jingluo's pen and turned into heavenly words.

"Summer dissolves, rivers overflow, people or fish and turtles, thousands of years of merit and crime, who has ever commented with you?"

"Now for my Kunlun, don't want this high, don't want this snow, Ande draws the sword according to the sky, and cuts you into three!

A piece of the relics, a piece of buried soil, a section of the world!

In the peaceful world, the sky is hot and cold! ”

The golden light breaks through the clouds and mist, the flat river is like the sea, and the remnant sun is like blood.

Lu Jing stood under the color of blood, and the roar of the sky swirled in his Fuguang sword qi.

Under the command of God, every word seems to be full of blood and tears, as if it can turn the world upside down.

Dance of dragons outside the Burial Dragon City!

Many dragons sensed the horror of Lu Jing's sword qi, and between the dragon's body, they wanted to break through the heavens and the earth and rush into this burial dragon city.

The wind and rain sword qi filled the void, and the Qianxiu Water Sword turned into three hundred, and the seven-foot jade body burst out with jade-colored sword light.

The stars in the sky lingered, and the fire on the earth was boiling.

Everyone saw Lu Jing's poem.

Three million sword qi flew up, stirring up Zhou Tian's cold!

Ande draws his sword and cuts you into three!

The white ape's heart was boiling, the Shenxiu monk fiddled with the fishing rod, and the sword qi of the Kaiyang Sword Seat stagnated, and then burst out with more blazing sword light.

There was a roar from Xu Xingzhi's evil knife, as if it was suppressed by the heroic righteousness, but immediately after, Xu Xingzhi put the knife back into the sheath, and smashed a dragon head with a pair of iron fists!

At this moment, dozens of strong men who came to slay the dragon either ran on the earth or wandered in the sky.

They headed towards the Burial Dragon City, and stopped seven hundred dragons ten miles away from the Burial Dragon City!

The dragon roared and wanted to fly into the burial dragon city.

It is precisely because there are dozens of strong people that it is really as Lu Jing said, and the time for the dragon to fly into the burial dragon city is one more moment!

Lu Jing's sword qi had already reached an extreme, and the brilliant sword light flew away, and countless sword qi filled the sky, condensing into the Great Sun of the Eastern Monarch, shining in all directions.

And behind the crippled old dragon, the eightfold gods shone brightly, and the eight completely different martial arts spirits permeated it, rolling up qi and blood, and setting up qi and blood beacons.

"With a sword qi in one hand, you also want to cut me?"

"I just need to dodge this sword qi, the so-called real dragon where there is a real dragon, the so-called dragon slashing text, the so-called flying sword qi of three million, all of them are just jokes!"

The old dragon's gaze was calm, and the majestic aura in the sky bloomed, and he knew that Lu Jing at this moment was not just a swordsman, nor was he just a monk.

There is a great aura brewing in his body...... This is the atmosphere of Confucianism!

The great Confucian poems echo heaven and earth, coupled with the dragon slaying platform, and the sword qi of Lu Jingfuguang, even the old dragon with broken feet does not want to collide head-on.

Just when the remnant-footed old dragon pan rose and soared, wanting to fly out of the Burial Dragon City, fly into the clouds, and dodge this sword qi.

But I saw another sword qi flying out of Lu Jing, mixed with wisps of divine thoughts.

"The third great gift...... Kunpeng! ”

Lu Jing pointed to the void, and an image of a straw paper appeared, and a ...... was drawn on the straw paper Divine beasts!

The shadow of the papyrus appeared at once, and then disappeared in an instant.

Immediately after that, wisps of golden light condensed, and thunder also descended from the heavens......

Draw a mythical beast!

The divine beast broke through the clouds, hundreds of feet long, and its wings spread out, covering the sky and the sun, like a big peng.

The Dapeng bird flew into the clouds and mist, instantly turned into a kun, and wandered in the clouds.

"What is this?"

The furious coercion pressed the old dragon.

In just an instant, the qi and blood in the body of the remnant old dragon seemed to be condensed, and the body was chilled for a while.

He turned his head with difficulty, and saw a Kunpeng swimming through the clouds and mist, swallowing it in a big gulp, and the old dragon with broken feet was suddenly wrapped in darkness.

"Pen and ink have visions?"

Qi Hanzhang, who was in the distance, looked at this scene and held the dragon pen in his hand tightly: "No, that divine beast is not just a vision?" It seems that there is a spirit and a god, and it comes back from the painting! ”

As he said, the Kunpeng phantom glowed with thunder and the color of pen and ink, but it burst out with an unimaginable burst of unparalleled spirit, trapping the crippled old dragon.

The old dragon struggled continuously, but found that in the darkness, twenty-eight dragon balls could be faintly seen shining with blood-colored brilliance.

Click!

The strength of the old dragon was so great that the blood-colored brilliance on the twenty-eight dragon balls became dim, and it was even about to shatter.

The Kunpeng phantom became more and more blurry.

The old dragon with a crippled foot was overjoyed: "You want to trap me...... There is no way ......"

His thoughts were not lost.

Where the Kunpeng phantom was blurred, a ray of light came through.

In that light, countless sword qi could be faintly seen.

Lu Jing was standing in that sword qi, the Wind Calling Sword had already been sheathed, and the Rain Summoning Sword was raised high, and his eyes were coldly looking at the old dragon.

The crippled old dragon's heart was cold.

Many powerful people watched this scene in horror.

Even people who are not kind enough to be kind, such as Lian'er Buddha, Yuan Qishou, and Python Yi Mink Temple, are like a terrifying wave in their hearts at this moment!

"These three great gifts, you can behead the old dragon?"

As Lu Jing said...... At this time, it was only a moment, and among the seven hundred dragon genera who were strong in cultivation, they had already broken through the obstacles of the more than thirty strong people and rushed into the Burial Dragon City.

If there is a few more breaths, the ending may be reversed.

But at this moment, the drunkenness in Lu Jing's eyes had cleared up a little......

"Kill the seven hundred dragons here, not only sacrifice the living beings, but also become my way!"

The old dragon wanted to say something.

But when the sword qi poured like Kunlun, the brilliant sword qi swept in, turning into a thunderbolt, a haoran qi, and a sword light!

Gou Chen reflected, the pen flashed with a divine destiny, and the sword qi of Fuguang poured out.

Dragon's blood spilled.

The old dragon with broken feet was cut into three pieces, and he didn't blink to death!

Only for a moment!

The dragon monarch in the middle of the Taichong Sea suddenly opened his eyes, and the old dragon on Luolong Island exhaled a breath of turbid air, which settled down and turned into smoke.

"Kunpeng Yuanxing!"

The old dragon of Luolong Island exhaled turbid air, inhaled thunder, and then slowly opened the dragon's eye.

But I saw his eyes, one like the sun and the other like the moon.

And buried outside the Dragon City.

The white ape saw that the old dragon with broken feet was cut into three pieces and landed in the burial dragon city, and he laughed even more earth-shatteringly.

"It is worthy of Mr. Lu Jing, who Yuan Zhushan praises from time to time, what a pleasure!"

"Burial Dragon! Burial Dragon! ”

"This name...... Not to mention it! ”

(End of chapter)