The swastika is played, with a hunting palm wind, and it falls on the Devilhorn.

The wind brought by the huge impact puffed up Qianyue's wide sleeves, revealing a snow-white wrist and the golden copper coin on the wrist.

Wen Liangyu's pupils shrank, and he said secretly.

His gaze deepened, and the killing intent in his heart flashed away, and finally slowly calmed down.

Don't worry, the opportunity of the dragon priest must be his.

The Mandate of Heaven Roulette is becoming more and more handy, and this time there will never be any accidents, and this woman will not be an unexpected obstacle on his immortal path.

As if to be angry, Wen Liangyu closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was clear and calm.

Qian Yue didn't know that her identity had been revealed, and while killing the Demonhorn Beast, she was thinking about what to do next.

All her methods have almost appeared in front of Wen Liangyu's eyes, and if she wants to follow the other party all the time, she must hide her identity.

and Na Luoying, who thought it was a simple one, but he didn't want to hide it so deeply, and he didn't know what it was plotting.

Thinking of Wen Liangyu's luck of getting the chance all the way, most of the bloodline of the Dragon Clan of Nalaoshzi is here.

In this way, Luoying is also here for the dragon's blood?

I don't know how Long Mimiao will react after knowing that her two men are here for dragon blood.

Just as he was thinking wildly, Luo Ying suddenly shouted, "Childe!"

Qian Yue raised her eyes and saw that Long Shunnian was entangled by two demon-horned beasts and pulled towards the bottom of the abyss.

Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn't help.

The illegitimate son of the old monarch was unknown all the way, and it is normal for this kind of person with poor strength to die at the beginning.

And Long Lumiao has never had any sister and brother affection for him, just this time the priest and his party, the old monarch stuffed him in, and he was already displeased.

It's just right to be dead now.

Therefore, she stood behind Wen Liangyu without even blinking her eyes, and even quietly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Luo Ying didn't have time to pull him.

As for other demon cultivators, although they came to serve as a guard, but after knowing their true situation at this moment, they were inevitably sad and angry in their hearts.

Demon cultivation is the most important bloodline, and they are subservient to the Long Clan, but they are only superficially surrendered.

Jiao is not a dragon after all!

Once deceived and used, rebellion will inevitably arise in the heart.

If it was Long Luimao who was killed at this moment, maybe someone would take a hand, but if it was Long Shunnian, who was not favored, no one would care.

The evil dragon below didn't know if it tasted blood, and the tragic roar came from the depths of the earth.

When the underground movement was over, the Devilhorns seemed to be summoned and retreated into the abyss.

Qian Yue stood on the edge of the ground crack, suddenly squinted his eyes, opened the folding fan that had been pinned to his waist, turned his body, moved behind the demon cultivator, and with the force of his attack, he pushed the momentum and the bear demon who had been planning for a long time fell into the abyss.

The demon cultivator's heart tightened, his eyes widened, he rolled in the air in a circle, and jumped to the ground.

But at this moment, a huge black shadow flew up from behind him, his hideous mouth opened, and he swallowed the demon cultivator in one gulp, and the dragon body spiraled out, entrenching high above the monks.

The dragon, a huge black dragon, was full of demonic energy, and his eyes contained endless bad intentions.

All the demon cultivators took a few steps back and bowed slightly.

This is a surrender to a higher bloodline, whether the other party is a divine dragon or an evil dragon.

The same is true of Long Miao, who bowed her head respectfully, "I've seen Venerable. ”

The black dragon snorted lightly, his eyes widening.

At this moment, there was a storm in Long Miao's heart, in just one year, the strength of the evil dragon was so profound, if it went on like this, I don't know how long it could be trapped.

As the Emperor of the Dragon Clan, it is her responsibility to suppress the evil dragon and prevent it from causing disaster to the world and ruining the reputation of the clan.

At the same time, they are greedy for its power, and longing for the day when they will take the blood of its divine beasts and replace it, so they devote themselves to raising it, hoping for the best of both worlds.

The black dragon turned the dragon's head, and the dragon's whiskers swayed in the wind and snow, condensing a little hoarfrost.

Suddenly, the dragon's body moved, and under the roar, Qianyue saw a piece of dragon scales dangling in front of her, and her body was frozen by a huge force.

Immediately, the black dragon got closer and closer, and it was about to be swallowed in the blink of an eye.

Her heart sank, her whole body's spiritual power boiled, Yuehua burst out of the dantian, burning the bone meridians, the power in the flesh and skin instantly broke through the shackles, she retreated against the wind, and the speed was as fast as a silver afterimage.

At the same time, the natal magic weapon escaped from her body, and a rapid tone flowed out, building a wall of flames in front of her.

The black dragon slammed into the flames and let out a painful roar, and the dragon's tail swung and pushed the monks around him into the abyss.

Qian Yue held the jade flute in her hand, standing in the distance, looking at the black dragon with lingering palpitations.

This is no ordinary dragon, it is an evil dragon.

In that dragon power, the aura of the divine beast was suppressed by the smell of blood, and I don't know how to cultivate into this appearance.

She frowned, the dragon that had fallen into evil had the blood of a true divine dragon on its body, and it was not suitable for cultivators to refine.

The plan before coming must be abandoned.

She instinctively looked at Wen Liangyu to see his reaction, but just happened to bump into a pair of mocking eyes.

Qianyue was stunned for a moment, but there was no surprise in the mockery, it can be seen that she has already recognized her identity.

It's really calm.

At this time, the black dragon tossed, and most of the monks on the ground had been swept away, only the emperor who was protected by Wen Liangyu behind him, and Luo Ying, whose eyes were dark, stood in the distance.

Qian Yue glanced at him and clearly saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Luo Ying was naturally surprised by her strength, which was not something that Jin Dan could have at all.

And Qianyue was strange, how could Luoying, an eighth-order demon cultivator, survive when the black dragon was angry.

Soon, she knew why.

Luo Ying, who was standing alone, suddenly knelt down and shouted, "I've seen the prince." ”

Prince?!

The remaining three were all surprised, and Long Miao's quickly became panicked and angry.

She didn't even dare to reprimand, watching the black dragon that had drunk enough human blood turn into a tall figure.

The man in the dark clothes had a pale face, his eyelashes were covered with a layer of white frost, and his face was seven points similar to Long Miao, and he floated in the air with a smile, without any malice.

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, Long Lumiao was frightened, "Dear sister, long time no see. ”

"Big brother?" she shouted in a trembling voice.

Long Huainian, the eldest son of the old monarch, died a thousand years ago, and the cause of death is unknown.

This understatement of the past, Qianyue has heard two sentences.

Unexpectedly, he would turn into an evil dragon and hide in the bitter cold of the Northern Barbarians.

"Sister, this emperor, can you do it happily?" asked Long Huainian in a calm tone.

Long Kuimiao clenched his fists, his body trembled slightly, as if he was extremely scared, and his voice was out of tune, "Big brother, I ......"

"What are you?"

"I didn't mean to, I wasn't-"

"What is my sister so afraid of?" Long Huainian raised his head and sniffed, a wisp of blood burrowed into his nose, as if he was enjoying it very much, "If you didn't push me back then, my brother wouldn't have turned into a dragon so quickly." ”

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