The golden dragon's body trembled in the air, and the golden scales gradually became dull, as if they had lost the luster of life.

At this moment, the black dragon's body underwent an astonishing change.

Its scales, which are close to the tenth of its tail, gradually turn golden, as if the sun is shining on the metal.

As the area of the black dragon's tail is golden, its strength gradually increases in the process.

Tang Cheng seemed to sense some kind of mysterious power, and while the golden area of the black dragon's tail increased, this mysterious power gradually dispersed, and he felt it more and more clearly.

"This is? Blood? "

Tang Cheng's eyes were empty and godless, and he, who had always been strong, instantly revealed endless pain and sadness, as if his heart had been torn to pieces.

This scene, he never wants to encounter again in his life.

When Tang Cheng inherited the throne of the prince, his father Emperor Yongping passed on to him the pure blood of the dragon that was full of his body, and his body felt like this at that time.

Tang Cheng knew that his father had endured a great tribulation, but when he had also gone through this incident and passed on the blood of the Heavenly Dragon to Leng Tianyue, he truly understood the ordeal that his father had endured.

This ordeal is unimaginable to ordinary people.

And this is not simply passing on the blood of the dragon to the sky, but the golden dragon wants to destroy itself and spread the golden qi to help the black dragon become gold.

When the color of the black dragon gradually turned golden, suddenly, his abdomen was in severe pain, and a strong martial arts internal force surged, like a rushing river, endlessly.

The pain in his abdomen made Tang Cheng unable to take care of the golden dragon, and he immediately sat cross-legged, absorbing the gift of the golden dragon.

If he didn't absorb it at this time, the golden dragon's self-damage would be in vain, and the qi luck emanating from its body would spread across the heavens and the earth, gradually dissipating.

With the operation of the aura in his body, the pores of Tang Cheng's whole body were emanated, and he wantonly absorbed this aura, which went through the strange scriptures, opened through hundreds of veins, and infiltrated Tang Cheng's bone marrow.

The clothes on Tang Cheng's body were surging under the surging aura, and there was no wind, and his hair flew on its own.

"Click!"

After a few bone sounds came out, the pain in Tang Cheng's abdomen decreased sharply, and the aura also receded.

At this moment, his Taigu Kun Technique also broke through the bottleneck and reached the second realm.

Taigu Kun Jue is the world's first internal strength method, as soon as he breaks through, Tang Cheng's divine sense will increase again, even if He Tingxuan's every move outside the underground palace, Tang Cheng can feel it very clearly.

Tang Cheng's body has also undergone a rebirth, exuding a powerful momentum that makes people awe-inspired.

However, that golden dragon, when Tang Cheng Taigu Kun Jue broke through, gradually disappeared into the clouds, and there was no trace of it.

"Old man, you just came, why did you leave!" The fire lion was already prostrate on the ground, unable to weep.

"The saint came out, and it was brilliant in an instant." Ning Dong said with a sigh, still reminiscing about the scene of the golden dragon taking off just now.

After a while, Tang Cheng opened his eyes and saw an old man appear in front of him.

The old man was getting old, and the years had left a deep mark on his face.

His face was slightly pale, wrinkled like a knife, deeply embedded in the corners of his eyes and forehead. His eyes were no longer bright, but they still shone with a sparkle of wisdom.

I saw the old man walking up to Tang Cheng, looking at Tang Cheng, with a smile on his face, and there was a hint of domineering in his kindness.

The old man's face was somewhat similar to Tang Cheng's, which made Tang Cheng couldn't help but guess the relationship between them.

Tang Cheng's eyes widened, and a sense of kindness surged inexplicably in his heart, his voice trembled, and he asked, "You...... Are you Lord Wu? "

"Hahahaha, I'm finally looking for a green cloud, but I'm afraid!"

The old man's laughter was strong, and between his words, he was full of domineering spirit that swallowed the world.

"Are you really King Wu Tang Shaoling?"

Tang Cheng's voice trembled, and he was so excited that he couldn't help himself, as if there was an irrepressible passion burning in his heart.

"Hundreds of millions of years, countless geniuses, great powers, all fell here!"

The corners of the eyes of King Wu and Tang Shaoling are covered with traces of time, and the wrinkles are as deep as knife carvings, telling the vicissitudes of life in the underground palace.

"Tang Cheng, the twenty-third grandson of the Xueji Dynasty, meet Lord Wu!"

Tang Cheng, who was shocked, came back to his senses, knelt on his knees, and kowtowed to Tang Shaoling, the king of Wu.

"The twenty-third grandson of Xue Ji? So many years have passed in the blink of an eye. Wu Wang Tang Shaoling sighed, and the wrinkles on his face gathered, showing the vicissitudes of life.

"It's all passed down to the twenty-third generation, how is it going today? Is there a large number of buildings? Wu Wang Tang Shaoling hurriedly helped Tang Cheng up and asked excitedly.

"The sixteenth grandson of Xueji and Tianwu, the twenty-third grandson dominates the world, but the traitor steals it!"

Tang Cheng sighed, his heart was full of unwillingness and grief, and more shame and guilt.

The ancestors of the past dynasties swept the south and the north, and conquered the east and the west, before they created today's achievements.

Such a vast dynasty was handed over to him, but was stolen by traitors, where can he tell the bitterness in his heart? How could he not be ashamed in his heart?

"Don't worry about your grandson, don't you just lose a royal god palace? As long as people are still there, why worry about the uncertain foundation? "

After the vicissitudes of time, Lord Wu did not change his expression because of this, his eyes were full of calm, this little wind and small waves, just a passing cloud.

Tang Cheng lowered his head, unable to speak, listening to the teachings of his elders like a child.

"It's not easy for you to go through so many hardships so far, grandpa has created a mansion with rare treasures and countless ancient classics......

Seeing that Tang Cheng was speechless, Tang Shaoling, King of Wu, said to Tang Cheng with a smile.

Tang Cheng quietly listened to what Wu Wang Ye said, although he was the Dragon Xiao King God, but Wu Wang Ye was an ancient power, and some of the treasures in it were even unheard of by him.

"How about you stay here and build a house with your grandfather?"

These words were like a basin of cold water, splashed on Tang Cheng's face, making Tang Cheng's fiery heart suddenly cold.

This Lord Wu, isn't he joking? The great Xueji Dynasty just left it alone?

"No, Lord Wu! I must not stay here. "

As soon as Tang Cheng heard this, he immediately opened his mouth to refuse.

"This underground palace absorbs the breath of the sun and the moon, absorbs the essence of the mountains and forests, and circulates life and life, conquering everything, no less than the palace of the king."

Tang Shaoling, King of Wu, glanced at Tang Cheng and continued to explain the advantages of the underground palace, trying to lure Tang Cheng.

"Wang Shen Palace, not only your hard work back then, but also the sacred hall of countless Xueji people in these hundreds of millions of years, as long as I Tang Cheng still has a breath, I will never allow him to suffer a trace of dirt!"

No matter how Tang Shaoling, the king of Wu, lured, lured, Tang Cheng was still unmoved.

"If I go out of the mountain one day later, then tens of millions of people will die."

"Although the mansion is wide, it is difficult for me to swallow the heart of the world."

Tang Cheng's eyes were firm, and his domineering spirit spread, and what he pretended in his heart was the people who were suffering.

In the days of Jiucun, Tang Cheng deeply experienced the suffering of the people.

The descendants of the Tang family should be like this, climb to the top, lead the virtuous, set the heart of heaven, and be happy!

The country is in trouble, the people are covered with dust, how can Tang Cheng sit idly by?