"The dragon clan is the existence that stands at the top of the Warcraft pyramid, the number is scarce, but the strength is extremely strong, the red dragon, the green dragon, the blue dragon and other lower dragon clans have the strength of the dragon knight rank, the silver dragon, the black dragon, the golden dragon and other upper dragon clans Liliang has reached the initial level of the holy realm, and the black dragon of Marken should not be an adult, so the strength is still at the dragon knight level. Dick pinched his chin and groaned.

He glanced at Di Mihra beside him, and continued: "The existence standing at the peak of the dragon clan liliang is undoubtedly the divine dragon, and legend has it that the divine dragon is the messenger who serves the dragon god, they wander between the divine realm and the mortal world, and are the embodiment of sacredness, liliang and wisdom. As a result, many scholars have questioned the existence of such legendary creatures in our plane. I didn't expect to be bumped into one by us in the Temple of the God of War.

Adult Divine Dragons possess the strength of demigods, but that doesn't mean they're as easy to deal with as ordinary demigods, their scales stronger than steel, their claws sharp, and most difficult of all because they know how to cast the magic of the legendary dragon language. We are going to fight against a demigod-level Demon Martial Dual Cultivator. ”

Dimihra reclined on the edge of the spiraling Xiangshang staircase and listened carefully, although she was born in heaven and was well-informed as the First Battle Angel, she still did not know as much about these mortal things as Dick.

After listening to Dick's explanation at this moment, she laughed and said, "We have already come here, so there is no reason to retreat, not to mention that with the two of us working together, we may not be afraid of that divine dragon." ”

"I think so too. Dick said.

"Then go up!" said Demichra, already holding the magic sword in one hand, and swaying her body. Stepping up the stairs to the third level of the Temple of War, Dick followed closely behind with the magic sword Nether in hand.

The third floor of the Temple of the God of War is likewise a spacious and huge environment. The ground made of sacred stones, the four walls and the ceiling are also covered with a layer of rakshasa jade. A large sunstone still hangs overhead. The only difference is that this room is full of bookshelves, and the shelves made of some unknown wood are full of stacked books, and the surface of the bookshelves is shrouded in a faint light, which looks like a protective barrier.

"Tlansius was thoughtful, fearing that our battle with the Divine Dragon would destroy these books. Dimihera looked at the barrier on the bookshelf and said lightly.

Walking down the hallway, past a few rows of bookshelves, Dick and Dimihera met the sacred dragon guarding the Temple of War.

It is covered in fine, snow-white scales. Sparkling in the sun, it is exceptionally beautiful. The dragon's head is mighty but not hideous, but exudes a faint divine aura, its neck is slender, its body is majestic, its lines are beautiful and full of strength, its limbs are strong but not bloated, and its wings are like snow, shining with a beautiful luster.

The only thing that detracts from its sacredness. It's its size, it's only six meters long, and it doesn't look sacrosanct. But Dick was never convinced that this was its true size, and that it must have been deliberately changed in size.

The Divine Dragon was lying on the ground. It looked like it was taking a nap, but the arrival of the two of them alarmed it, and the divine dragon opened its pale blue dragon eyes. staring at the Dick couple without blinking.

The two sides looked at each other wordlessly for a long time, and the divine dragon spoke: "I protect this place in the name of the god of war. Are you here to take on the challenge?"

Dick nodded.

The corners of the Divine Dragon's mouth turned up slightly, making a very humane "smile". "Well, my name is Tarot, and if you defeat me, you will be able to become the Temple of War and my new master. ”

Dick bowed slightly to the Divine Dragon, "Nice to meet you, Lord Tarot. My name is Dick, and this is Miss Dimihera. The divine dragon was not as arrogant and conceited as he thought, but rather seemed to have an easy-going temperament, which made Dick take a liking to him.

The smile on Tarot's lips grew even stronger, and he said, "Are you ready?"

Dick and the two nodded at the same time, and a high-pitched dragon groan suddenly resounded through the Temple of War, and at the same time, a cyan aura of agility fell on the divine dragon's body. This was followed by a second dragon groan, a third, and a fourth......

Blessing aura, brilliant aura, liliang aura...... One after another, the dragon magic that was supported by the front fell on the body of the divine dragon with the sound of the dragon's groan, and the colorful light dazzled the eyes, dyeing the snow-white scale armor of the divine dragon into a colorful color.

Dick snorted, "Cursed music!"

Darkness, weakness, oblivion, sluggishness, senescence. The five powerful curses all acted on the divine dragon's body in an instant, causing the colorful aura around him to dim.

Just in case, Dick cast another "spatial spell" on the divine dragon, causing him to be stuck in a quagmire and slow down.

Dimihera took a step forward, wielded her magic sword and mourned, and danced a purple shadow that shrouded the divine dragon in front of her. The Divine Dragon spread its wings and flew high, and its mouth let out a sharp or low roar, and Dick's heart sank, the Divine Dragon was already preparing a large-scale dragon magic spell. He didn't dare to slack off, and began to recite the incantation silently in his mouth.

Dimihera stepped out, and her figure floated into the air, and the divine dragon let out a high-pitched roar, and the pale gray breath erupted from the dragon's mouth, and the breath mixed with the raging dragon flame met the flying Dimihera.

The demonic mist around Dimihera surged, dark and threatening, forming a black spherical shield that enveloped her whole body. Then she didn't dodge or dodge, and met the breath of the divine dragon straight away. A bit of purple light broke through from the pale gray dragon's breath, and with the power of piercing the sky, it pointed straight at the dragon's mouth of the divine dragon.

The Divine Dragon Tarot's wings fluttered, and the dragon's body moved, trying to avoid the sword, but at this time, Dimihera's whole person had broken through from the dragon's breath, and her magic sword was raised flat, and she stabbed towards the dragon in front of her.

A man and a dragon, one flapping his wings and retreating, and the other chasing with a sword, this picture seems to be frozen, only the surrounding scenery is still retreating.

A Great Dimensional Slash slammed into the sky, cutting off the Divine Dragon's retreat, and Tarot paused, opened the dragon's mouth and bit the stabbing Demon Sword Sadly.

With a soft click, the sharp snow-white dragon teeth bit the Sorrowful Demon Sword, and Di Mihera was shocked, the purple flame on the magic sword was helpless against the strong dragon teeth of the Divine Dragon! Through the grief of the Demon Sword, Di Mihera could see that there was another breath brewing in the throat of the Divine Dragon, and she could even feel the heat of the gray dragon flame!

Dimihera's wrist shook, and a powerful force came out of her hand, but she still couldn't pull back the sword of sorrow that was bitten between the dragon's teeth. Although her talisman demonic qi could temporarily block the burning of Long Yan, it could not last. Now that the magic sword is being controlled, the best way is to abandon the sword and retreat. But what do you use to fight the Divine Dragon after losing your weapon?

A hint of determination flashed in Dimihera's eyes, and the black demonic flames around her body were surging and burning on the surface of her body, and her left fist was clenched, and at the moment when the dragon's breath was about to spit out, it slammed into the jaw of the divine dragon tarot.

Tarot was in pain, the dragon's eyes widened, and he choked back with a mouthful of breath, and his dragon's mouth loosened slightly. Dimichra immediately reinforced, and swirled the magic sword in his hand fiercely, and finally withdrew the grief magic sword.

At the same time, the black wings behind her spread out, and her figure floated backwards, facing the divine dragon in front of her from a distance of a foot.

The divine dragon let out a long, high-pitched groan, and the dragon magic was complete.

A white dragon-like aura detached from his body, the white dragon was the same as Tarot's body, but it was somewhat transparent and emitted white light, and it looked like Tarot's body had been split in two.

The dragon-shaped energy pounced on Di Mihera with its teeth and claws, Di Mihera's face was solemn, and the purple flames on the magic sword suddenly soared. She raised her magic sword and slashed it down, and a purple-black crescent-shaped sword light flashed with brilliant purple light and detached from the sword's body, meeting the dragon-shaped energy that rushed in.

There was a loud rumbling sound, and the energy where the sword and the energy collided with the energy danced wildly, and the light and flames flew sideways, and the space was rippled. The destructive power is staggering. Dimihera's wings fluttered, and she was already holding the magic sword and rushing forward.

At this time, Dick's magic was ready: "Death of Time!"

The years are long, time flies, no matter how beautiful haode, there is a moment of withering, no matter how strong, there is also a time of weakness, no matter how brilliant, there is also a day of falling. The river of time is endless, and no one or anything can escape from time!

In an instant, the spirit of the Divine Dragon Tarot seemed to have drifted for hundreds of billions of years with the long river of time. He just stood in place, caught in an infinite sentimentality of the lost time. (To be continued......)