At the moment of life and death, the remaining dozen adventurers united and fought to slay the earth dragon that came out of the ground. While fighting, they continued to advance forward, and along the way, one after another, dragons rushed out of the poisonous mist, and the two sides fought fiercely.

These dragons are so ferocious that it only takes a moment to transform from a stone sculpture into a flesh-and-blood dragon, and they erupt with furious power, and from time to time adventurers fall. More and more dragons fell to the ground.

The adventurers who can break into the Demon Dragon Dao and survive until now, whether they are sect disciples or casual cultivators, are all masters, and the worst ones are also real people. The dragon guards on both sides of the Demon Dragon Road are very powerful, but more than a dozen True Realm masters are united, and their combat effectiveness should not be underestimated.

Ye Chuan took Xiaolong'er to watch from afar, cautiously.

A pterodactyl was hit hard in the chest, flew out far away, and after a hiss, its body fell to the ground with a bang, just landing heavily in front of the rocks where Ye Chuan and Xiaolong'er were hiding. After struggling for a moment, the vitality in the pterodactyl's body dissipated like a tide, and the skin lost its elasticity and stiffened and turned into a stone sculpture again. The body cracked, countless cracks appeared, and when the cold wind blew, it cracked into hundreds of pieces with a clattering sound. The huge head just rolled down in front of Ye Chuan, and a ghostly light vaguely emanated from the head of the wing dragon's head.

Got a treasure?

Ye Chuan's eyes lit up, and he remembered the crystal villains that fell after the death of many stone carvings in the stone forest, and quickly turned over the head of the wing dragon. Sure enough, a blue crystal appeared in front of him. The size of a fist, the whole body of blue tentacles is cold, it looks like a rune from a distance, and it looks like a miniature version of a pterosaur up close, with eyes, claws, and wings...... , everything is complete, even the fluff on the wings is clearly visible, lifelike like a small pterosaur developing in an embryo.

This is...... , a dragon pattern spar?

Ye Chuan became excited, sensing a pure power fluctuation from the blue crystal, and the magic dragon rune in his body accelerated and rotated.

The crystal villains obtained in those ordinary dog-headed stone carvings and tiger-headed stone carvings are so precious, isn't the dragon pattern spar in the body of the dragon guard a hundred times more valuable, containing greater mysteries?

Ye Chuan's eyes became hot, and he was about to reach out and take out this blue spar, when his body suddenly froze.

A sharp sword light came from behind him, and the murderous aura was soaring.

Ye Chuan tilted his head slightly, and in the corner of his eyes, he saw a black-robed middle-aged man flying towards him with a flying sword, holding a sharp spear, his cloak exuding blood on his body, and his cold murderous aura was compelling. Xiao Long'er's body trembled, her face was pale, and she hugged Ye Chuan's thigh tightly, without looking at this menacing master.

"Xiaolong'er, don't be afraid!" Ye Chuan reached out and touched Xiaolong'er's head, calm and calm.

"Bold, where did you come from, you dare to grab the spoils of our capital Long family, you don't want to live?"

The black-robed man with a spear shouted viciously, grabbed the void with his big hand, and took the blue spar into his hand. These dozen adventurers are dressed in different attire, but they all have the same waist card hanging from their waists, they don't look like ordinary casual cultivators, and they are not disciples of the Demon Sect, they come from the same family, no wonder they are united.

Ye Chuan stood motionless, allowing the black-robed man to take the blue spar in his hand.

This dragon pattern spar is very rare, maybe it records a powerful heaven-level exercise, maybe it contains majestic and pure energy, and there are many benefits of refining. However, the black-robed man was menacing, and there were more than a dozen powerful companions not far away, none of whom were kind-hearted, and Ye Chuan didn't want to break out a conflict with them.

"Hmph, it's really tireless to be a monk with a little kid who dares to break into the Demon Dragon Dao. Boy, what's your name and where did you come from?" The black-robed man glanced Ye Chuan up and down coldly, and did not leave immediately after snatching the blue spar with his hand, and his eyes showed a fierce light.

After a series of fierce battles, the battle robe on Ye Chuan's body was already tattered and bloodstained, and it was no longer recognizable as the battle robe of the Cloud Mist Sect. Obviously, this black-robed middle-aged man regarded Ye Chuan as a casual cultivator like them, or a solitary casual cultivator.

In the savage world, it was common for sect disciples to fight among themselves, but the fights between the cultivators were more bloody and direct, and they often fought at the slightest disagreement. Every year, a large number of casual cultivators die in corners that no one knows.

"Ye Chuan, he lives near the Cloud Mountain Range. ”

Ye Chuan replied, his face was silent, but secretly he was vigilant, and he was on guard against this ill-intentioned guy. After taking a closer look, I suddenly felt that this guy's outfit was vaguely familiar, a bit like a ......

A mysterious figure suddenly appeared in Ye Chuan's mind, the black envoy who had instructed the three elders Bai Yanhu behind the scenes!

Compared with the black messenger, the cultivation of the black-robed middle-aged man in front of him is far worse, only a real person is heavy, but the pitch-black robe, the yin tone, and the extraordinarily cold aura are all the same, like the black envoy's fellow disciples, or subordinates.

The Long family in the capital, Ye Chuan read silently, remembering the name.

Originally, as soon as the third elder Bai Yanhu died, he thought that the clues were interrupted and he could not dig out the black envoy behind the scenes. Unexpectedly, I suddenly encountered a clue here.

"Ye Chuan, okay, this name is good, it sounds like a dead person's name, quack quack, boy, monk Qiju also dares to break in, sooner or later it will be death, don't make trouble for us, the deity will give you two a ride, quack quack......"

The black-robed middle-aged man laughed, and suddenly stabbed Ye Chuan in the chest, wanting to pierce Ye Chuan's body with one shot, and even strung the little dragon hiding behind him, and attacked him ferociously.

The bitter wind came again, accompanied by a piercing sound of breaking the air.

The shot of the black-robed middle-aged man was as fast and ruthless as thunder and lightning. The two have never known each other in their lives, and they have no grudges, Ye Chuan has obviously given him the dragon pattern spar, but this guy still doesn't give up, he doesn't want Ye Chuan to follow behind him and get in the way, and he will kill people as soon as he makes a move!

Ye Chuan was silent, his lower body stood still, and his upper body suddenly shook.

There was a stabbing sound, and the sharp spear whistled past Ye Chuan's armpit, narrowly and dangerously scratching Xiao Long'er's scalp.

"Huh...... , the cultivation is not very good, the speed is not slow, boy, come again, see how the deity ......"

The black-robed middle-aged man screamed in surprise, and then his face sank, and the power in his body fluctuated suddenly, and he wanted to attack with all his might. However, the sharp spear was caught in Ye Chuan's right arm and couldn't be drawn, so he gritted his teeth and pulled it out again with all his might, but the spear still didn't move.

The face of the middle-aged man in the black robe changed color all of a sudden, and his eyes flashed with a touch of horror to know that he had lost his eyes. Looking at Ye Chuan, whose face was calm, he suddenly felt a strong uneasiness.