Chapter 564: Frequent Turmoil in the Dragon Clan, Good Brothers Reunite (2)
The black-robed man finally sat cross-legged on the back of a white scale-skinned man, accompanied by the breeze, and gracefully crossed the magnificent mountains and rivers of the northern frontier, heading deeper.
The young man who was fortunate enough to be entrusted with this important task by the clan elder was named Huanlin, and his practice years were worth more than one hundred and twenty years, which was converted to the age of the adult race, which was just in his early twenties.
Because the Qiu clan was deprived of the dragon bloodline, no matter how high their cultivation was, they were not allowed to fly in high places. Huan Lin, who was carrying the young master of the dragon clan, had never felt that he was flying so carefully, he used to be flying fast, but now he didn't dare.
Remembering that the kind-hearted young master of the dragon clan had not hurt anyone in the clan before, Huan Lin had the courage to say: "Young master, at this moment, we have passed the Zelin Beach, and if we go about two or three thousand miles forward, we can see the dragon's nest!"
Chang Xi, who was aroused, asked with a smile: "Aren't you responsible for garrisoning the 500-mile range of the northern frontier? Why do I look at you all the way, this kid seems to be very familiar with every grass and tree in northern Xinjiang?"
The young master's use of the word pulse is not the clan, which is enough to make Huan Lin grateful and willing to smear his liver and brain, and he said in an excited voice: "Because the clan elder has taught us tirelessly since we were young, no matter when, we must not forget the way home!"
The memory of inheritance came to his heart, Chang Xi sighed lightly, shook his head and said: "Back then, you just accidentally lost the dragon golden gilt of a dragon clan great elder with real power, after all, that broken cup is not a secret treasure at all, at best it is just a collection. It's a pity that this Great Elder's heart is as bad as his collection, and in a fit of rage, he used the clan law to abolish the power of the bloodline in your body. β
"This is the same as the fact that your children have to be subject to family law if they lose their belongings, not to mention that they are all found afterwards. Leave us alone, a few strokes of the ruler in the palm of your hand are already a punishment from heaven, how can any parent throw their children out of the door and ignore them?"
Chang Xi then said the words that made Xiao Qiu almost fall into the air unsteadily.
"Go back to the Dragon's Lair this time, and I will do my best to let you return to your ancestral homeland. Chang Xi, who was determined to put things right, said slowly: "This kind of elder who can easily cut off a pulse of prosperity according to his own preferences, but the corpse meal is the best." β
If it weren't for the fact that he was still carrying this kind-hearted young master who could uphold justice for them, Huan Lin, who was already choked with tears, would have knelt down and kowtowed now.
"Okay, before you couldn't help but say that you were blocking me from continuing to go north, I can see it clearly, you kid is fighting hardest. Chang Xi scolded with a smile and slapped on his scale armor and said, "Don't grind and chirp like an old ox pulling a cart, go full speed!"
Huan Lin focused on a point, opened at full speed, and galloped all the way with the young master on his back, leaving Chang Xi cheers all the way.
After a small half of the day, Chang Xi finally came to a hundred miles away near the dragon's nest under the leadership of Huanlin. From here, the thick coercion emanating from the dragon's lair can already make it difficult for ordinary races to move here. As for how far it can advance to the dragon's nest, it all depends on the level of the realm and the intermingling of the dragon bloodline in the body of the comer.
And Huan Lin, who has been deprived of the blood of the dragon clan and only has the realm of Yuan Ying, is already unable to move an inch here.
Chang Xi walked to Huanlin, who was prostrate on the ground, and did not support him, but said beside him: "Go back and tell your clan elder that one day, you can return to the dragon's nest in a dignified manner." β
After speaking, he walked away step by step in Huanlin's awe-inspiring and fanatical gaze.
Chang Xi's fists clenched unconsciously, and his face was full of rare yin owls.
He was already less than a hundred miles away from the dragon's lair, and the message from him still went unanswered.
He swayed into the clouds, overlooking the dragon dwelling that stood hundreds of miles away surrounded by mountains. There are countless pure dragon breaths that seem to follow some kind of great avenue and slowly operate, without any traces of formation urging, but they can generate an effect similar to the formation prohibition on the periphery of the dragon's lair, so that people cannot get a glimpse of the true face of Lushan behind it, so that Chang Xi, an old expert who is immersed in the way of formations, also has to admire.
But now is not the time to lament this.
He just wanted to find out what was going on inside the dragons now.
Chang Xi was like a meteor across the sky, dragging a dazzling spark across the sky, and it fell like a meteorite outside the dragon's lair.
In the shattering of the earth, the explosive wind lifted a corner of the natural forbidden fog outside the dragon's nest, allowing Chang Xi to get a glimpse of the true face of the so-called dragon's nest for a moment.
It's just a pile of gold, silver, and jade, which is really vulgar and tight.
There was a great power of resistance coming out of the fog-like prohibition, and Chang Xi, who was expressionless, used the origin power of the king's bloodline in his body, and tilted his head slightly.
For he felt some kind of unusually heavy sound in the thick fog.
"Cover up, lose your faΓ§ade!"
Chang Xi sneered, seeing that his body had no superfluous movements, and a very complex formation was formed under his feet. This sparkling formation operates in a countercurrent manner, and it is a cracking array of some kind of advanced reverse deduction.
For the formation masters in the world to arrange such a reverse deduction formation, it will take several hours just to prepare before the formation, and it will be possible to successfully arrange it at one time according to many factors such as the right time and place. Chang Xi's mysterious technique of blinking into a formation without even lifting his feet was just a legend in ancient books that could not be true to those masters who did not dare to expect the realm of grandmasters.
The formation expanded to a hundred zhang range in an instant, and the spiritual power and demonic power were entangled with each other, but in the end, it was the spiritual power of the outsider that prevailed, and it suddenly tore the dragon's breath dense fog that obscured the vision and divine thoughts around it into broken rags, revealing its true face.
Groups of dragon guards surrounded the area, and the surrounding water could not be passed.
Chang Xi lightly pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
A horned dragon with a body length of four or five zhang that replaced the original vein "swam" out, his face was a little unnaturally pale, and he roared in dragon language: "Stop! Immediately exit the dragon's nest for a hundred miles!"
The black and white pupils in Chang Xi's eyes turned into a golden sword, and one by one he saw the frightened or frightened expressions on the faces of the dragon guards around him, squinted his eyes, and sneered at the horned dragon who walked out a few steps in front of the formation and asked: "When did the dragon clan be so polite to the person who came to the door? Just ask to exit the dragon's nest for a hundred miles?" I really haven't heard of it, if you don't say it, I might think that I have walked into a vassal group that looks up to people's breath." β
Chang Xi's tone had become extremely dangerous, he had already figured out the flavor in it, and sneered: "You actually already know who I am, right?"
"I..." Before the horned dragon, who had been cultivating for five hundred years after turning into a dragon, could speak again, his entire body flew up uncontrollably, like a kite with a broken string, and smashed back into the phalanx of the dragon guards behind him, and a wail sounded.
The young man in a black robe still holding his hand had an indifferent face, and he didn't know when he stood in the position where the horned dragon was standing, and the domineering dragon aura was like a hurricane descending!