What is it in her hand?

Peng Zimo looked at her from afar, and a wave of doubts surged in his heart, but before he could think about it, he saw a huge black dragon head emerging from behind Du Lanzhen, with vertical pupils and golden eyes, and as soon as he met his line of sight, Peng Zimo felt a chill all over his body, and couldn't help but look away as if he had been stung by something.

When he reacted, there was already an exclamation in his ears.

"Dragon!"

"It's a dragon!"

Peng Zimo raised his eyes and looked, Du Lan really stepped on a black dragon, divided the clouds and rode the wind, and swooped down towards the altar, the black dragon was more than ten zhang long, with five claws and long beards, and when it broke through the clouds, the long tail swung over, meandering in the air, circling down.

Du Lanzhen stood on top of the black dragon's head, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his expression was peaceful, as if there was a Dao Immortal, coming down to earth. Behind her, the sporadic fireworks slowly dissipated in the wind, baking clouds in the sky.

"Where did the dragon come from?" Peng Zimo heard someone muttering, "How can there be a dragon in the Wuwu Realm? With her strength, how can she subdue a dragon?"

He couldn't help but wonder too.

There are no dragons in the Wuwu Realm, no purebred dragons, only those dragon beasts with mixed blood. But even so, that little bit of dragon origin was enough for these dragon beasts to rise in value - yes, their value increased significantly, because in the eyes of most human cultivators, they were just moving genius earth treasures.

However, when it comes to pure-blooded dragons and phoenixes and other divine beasts, it is completely different.

Not to mention that in the hearts of human monks, the status of divine beasts is completely different from that of ordinary demon beasts - divine beasts are even used to worship, but ordinary demon beasts are killed to take treasure. Let's just say that the purer the bloodline, the more likely it is to be promoted to a higher level.

There is such a common goal among demon beasts: to cultivate well, and in the heavenly tribulations again and again, to clear the bloodline and become a pure-blooded divine beast. At that time, the cultivation talent and path will improve by leaps and bounds.

As for the purebred dragon, he was born with a golden pill cultivation, and if he is a little more talented, he was born as a Yuan Baby. And the dragon who returned to his ancestors the day after tomorrow is at least the true monarch of Yuanying.

But how could Du Lan really step on a primordial infant true monarch?

The black dragon roared, leaned down, but its posture was extraordinarily agile, swimming through the crowd, with a shout like a tide, calmly ascending, circling twice in the air, and slowly flying away.

It was only when its figure completely disappeared into the sky that everyone recovered from its demented state, and suddenly found that the black dragon had taken a large number of people with them, and the entire altar had been partially vacated.

Only then did they realize that this was exactly what Du Lanzhen had just said about sending a thousand people out in batches, telling them not to resist - it turned out that she was going to send them out in this way!

"That's not a dragon. Peng Zimo said with a deep groan.

"Huh, isn't that a dragon?" someone asked, "but I see that it looks like a thief like the legendary dragon!"

"That's the fire. Peng Zimo glanced at the person who asked him and found that he was a mortal, "It's the fire that Fei Tianhan and Du Daoyou fought over just now." ”

"What is the origin of that fire? What a wicked sect!" the monk who also saw it couldn't help but ask, "What kind of treasure is this, and it can actually turn into a dragon!"

"A terrible treasure. Peng Zimo glanced at the man coldly.

The monk was stunned by him like this, and couldn't help but froze, and smiled wryly, "Fellow Daoist...... Ah no, seniors, don't rush like this, I didn't think about taking her chance - I don't have the guts, she's a disciple of the Extreme Dust Sect. ”

"You can't take it away. Peng Zimo looked away lightly, as if this person was not worthy of his extra attention.

He will speak for Du Lanzhen, and will take the initiative to explain that the dragon was transformed by sacrificial fire, so as not to spread rumors in the future, but harm Du Lanzhen. This is already an extremely abnormal thing for Peng Zimo's character. If people who know him well see him take the initiative to solve unnecessary troubles for a person, they will probably be so surprised that they can't keep their mouths shut.

For Peng Zimo, since Duran really helped him and saved his life, it was natural for him to try his best to repay this favor. If Du Lan really coerced Entu to report and made a request, Peng Zimo would also agree. And before he was perfect, if he could help him, he would help him, and he didn't even need Duran to really know.

After a few breaths, the black dragon went and returned, and reappeared in front of people's eyes, this time people lost the initial shock, and seriously looked at the black dragon, and found that it was indeed illusory and ethereal, not an entity, and it was obscure and gloomy, absolutely against the unknown terrible flame.

Such a fire dragon, if taken out on its own, is definitely an existence that people will regard as an evil thing - to use the favorite words of ordinary monks, it is not a serious artifact at first glance. In fact, whether in the eyes of the monks or mortals, if this fire dragon appeared alone, they would think that it was the mount of the Demon King.

The dragon that was transformed by the sacrificial fire is too far from Duran's real painting style. When people first saw Du Lan's true face in the brilliance, they felt that she was golden and jade, and there was nothing that was not solemn and holy, as if she had come down to Pudu to purify all sentient beings, and she could be placed in the temple to worship her.

However, it turns out that all the images that are otherworldly to the extreme are well played by the light. Leaving the millions, the fairy beauties can also be demoted to mortal fetuses in an instant. Leaving that brilliance, people realized that she was not actually a god in the temple.

But this doesn't mean that she is out of character in people's hearts all of a sudden.

The image of her stepping on the dragon and circling away suddenly replaced the vague and unreal feeling before, and at this time people began to think that she was the image of an immortal cultivator in their minds, and countless people embarked on the path of immortals, in fact, it began with such a fantasy.

Until now, she stood on the dragon's head, from far to near, people finally faded the filter, and found that she was neither a compassionate god or a fairy, but a young female cultivator with a charming posture and a calm and determined bearing.

She took a great risk to save people, and she did a great job. People finally realized this, and this realization did not come from seeing her strength, but from her weakness.

The joy of leaving this huge cage made people excited, and they stretched out their hands, hoping that she would see herself and take her away sooner.

Actually, it's not much, but people can't wait to leave.

The black dragon came and went, not paying special attention to anyone because of who beckoned—because everyone was waving at her.

"Are you coming with us?" Peng Zimo was the last group, and this was also what Du Lanzhen had agreed with the four of them, asking them to maintain order. The black dragon swept him and the others into a halt in front of a gatehouse, a gray cloud in front of them. Taking advantage of this short gap, he asked Duran Zhen in a low voice.

"I can't go. Duran shook his head slightly. After such a big event, her face was flat and even too indifferent.

“...... Are you okay?" Peng Zimo hesitated for a moment and asked dryly. Although he didn't know how Duran really did it, he knew that with Duran's real strength, it must be a great price to be able to do all this. He doesn't care about people's personalities, but it doesn't seem good to be so indifferent to his life-savers...... He tried, but caring for others really wasn't his style.

"I'm fine. However, to his surprise, Duran really broke the indifferent look and smiled at him, obviously in a good mood, "Let's go, I have another way to get out." ”

"...... you" Peng Zimo still wanted to speak, but the person in front of him suddenly radiated for a moment, his eyebrows were stretched, his eyes were bright, he was stunned for a moment, "You broke through?"

Peng Zimo couldn't believe it! Just after a dangerous fight, a person was unscathed, and he didn't even need to meditate, so he stood here and broke through???

"It's not a good thing. Duran knew what he was thinking, and said softly, "You won't want it." ”

Under what circumstances would a person not want to break through?

- When a breakthrough is not a good thing.

Peng Zimo suddenly knew that her breakthrough might be accompanied by all kinds of extremely serious problems, and couldn't help frowning at her, "Then how do you get out?"

Du Lanzhen watched his face change back and forth, and couldn't help but feel very funny, obviously she said it herself, she didn't want to break through, but she was in a better mood than Peng Zimo, "After you leave, just five breaths." ”

Peng Zimo frowned, and wanted to ask, but Du Lanzhen smiled slightly, "Okay, the ten breaths are here, you should go." ”

As she spoke, the black dragon under her swung his tail and threw them out of the door, with the strength of his Jindan period, he had no power to resist, and flew out like a ball, and in the distance was a majestic palace that was not inferior to the Taisha Palace just by looking at the attached hall.

Peng Zimo struggled to turn back, but he could only see a distortion and nothingness.

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