Dream back to ancient times, memory back to the beginning, although there is only that little bit of time, but for the green dragon at this moment, it is enough.

He finally remembered, remembered the familiar figure, and thought of the familiar figure in his memory: back then, when it was still a young dragon, in the vast chaos, it slowly opened its eyes.

The first thing it saw was the tall figure with a gentle smile on his face, and then he grew up with him, and he was his own master. After many years of following him in the northern and southern wars, this master of his own was called the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts.

And he also knew the true identity of his master, one of the Ancient Heaven Slaying Hunters, after the Ancient Hunters! Perhaps, only by following such a powerful master would he be able to put his skills to use.

Only such a person is worthy to be his own master. The true dragon is arrogant, but its own master is even more arrogant. At that time, there was only one ancient hunter in the heavens and all the worlds, and the proud master was not afraid of anything, and dared to be the enemy of the whole world.

And in the process of conquest, it also understood its origin: it seems that such a world cannot give birth to true dragons, and in the chaos here, the ancient hunters have added something that they brought from their hometown.

It is said that in the hometown of the master, the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts, the dragon is a native creature there, and it is inherently powerful. And the strength of the true dragon that has cultivated to the top level is only a little weaker than the strongest among the ancient hunters, the Void Hunter.

Becoming the strongest under the void has become the goal that this little green dragon strives for. Finally, when the master's strength reached the top of the Heaven Slayer Hunter and was already comparable to the Void Hunter, it had also reached the ultimate realm that the Innate Divine Beast could only dream of.

On that day, the wind and clouds were boundless, heroic, a person, a dragon, standing quietly in the vast starry sky, seeing all the heavens and all the worlds. Behind them was an endless sea of stars, and in front of them, a sky full of stars.

It will never forget this day, this is the beginning of the conquest, the master proudly drew his sword, and at the same time declared war on hundreds of millions of worlds, and it also commanded countless armies of fierce beasts, and launched an earth-shattering slaughter with all worlds.

Time flies, time flies like an arrow...... By the time that day came, it had forgotten how many battles it had experienced, and its body was filled with all kinds of blood, which was the blood that overflowed from all kinds of enemies.

I don't know how many companions have fallen, although my side is known as hundreds of millions of fierce beasts, but the heavens and all the worlds are too big, the dense group of monks, beasts, and cultivators covers the entire starry sky, which is even more spectacular than the most crowded ant colony. Therefore, in the successive battles, its companions fell one by one.

Finally, when it was enveloped by countless monks of the Ten Thousand Worlds, when it thought it was certain to die, when it was going to do everything in its power to die with its enemies...... At this moment, a hero-like figure suddenly crossed the endless time and space and arrived in front of him.

Dressed in a long robe, his face is covered with the vicissitudes of time, and the two dark eyes are the origin and destruction of the world, and the breath of reincarnation is overflowing. This man is his own master, and I remember that when he was very young, he once said that no matter when, he would never leave himself alone.

Now, when he was about to exhaust his life for this ultimate battle, the master came, and he wanted to fulfill his promise instead of fighting alongside him!

returned to the chaos of the year, and returned to the place where the little green dragon was born. The master stared at this place blankly, his eyes seemed to penetrate thousands of years in an instant, and gradually, crystal tears flowed out of his eyes, and he said softly: "You are my only brother, how can I watch you die?"

The next moment, under the little green dragon's dull gaze, his master suddenly made a move, he shattered his spiritual sense, divided it into countless parts, and sealed it in the hunter's home. Then he arranged the ancient array, created a cage, and imprisoned the pure cyan dragon soul in it.

After finishing the matter, the Sky Hunter took one last deep look at the cage and said softly, "Don't blame me for not keeping my promise of life and death...... Your sky is not here! The future war is the real battle, and I hope that in the final battle in the future, there will be my help. ”

"And the master of that breath is you, Xiaoqing! I can't fulfill the wish that I have exhausted my life's energy, Xiaoqing, in that cruel future, I hope you will follow the true latecomers of my hunting clan to the heavens and wars, and only in that kind of battle can we see hope. Only that kind of identity can be worthy of your identity. ”

After speaking, the figure that could dominate the heavens and dominate the heavens disappeared out of thin air. The breeze blew, and the cyan dragon soul in the cage slowly opened its eyes, then looked around in confusion, and said to itself, "Who am I? Where am I? Where is this?"

No one answers it, only eternal nothingness accompanies it. Vaguely, it seemed to go back to the past, back to before it was born, curled up in a small cage-like space, looking around, but what it saw was nothingness......

"Whew!"

The breeze blew, blowing the dragon's whiskers on the huge green dragon in the air, and pulling it back from the ancient memories of that moment. Its body trembled, and it looked up at the huge, green eyes in the air, and in an instant, the huge green dragon burst into tears.

"The host ......"

Qinglong choked up, muttered, and slowly crawled on the ground, although his master could never appear, but there was the breath of the master, and the remnants of the master, for it, this was enough.

"Hehe, Xiaoqing, you still remember me after all. The mysterious voice in the air sounded slowly, with a hint of emotion, a hint of relief, and a hint of hidden deep ...... Disconsolate!

"The host ......"

Maybe it's because the time for memory to recover is too short, although there are a thousand words in my heart, but when I reach the mouth, I can't say anything, and finally it turns into these two simple but affectionate words.

"Alas......"

In the air, the owner of the mysterious voice seemed to take a deep breath, but finally spit out these words: "For me, live well...... My glory will be continued by you......"

"Whew!"

It was still that faint breeze, a refreshing breeze, but when the wind passed, the eyes of heaven slowly disappeared.

(End of chapter)