Although Yang Zongheng was stunned, the donkey said excitedly: "This is the legendary ancient desolate dragon, and the desolate dragon is one of the four divine beasts guarding the gate of heaven in the ancient town."

"Every 10,000 years, the muscles and bones will fade, and if a cultivator can refine it for himself, then there will be an inexhaustible sea of power. ”

"With the Feng Yu before you, Xuanhu is a truth. ”

Yang Zongheng shook his head and said, "Something is wrong. ”

The donkey was a little surprised: "What's wrong?"

Yang Zongheng said: "You once said that I can give full play to the power of the Great Yan Heavenly Demon with only eight treasures, then these treasures should be extremely rare, why did I find three in just over a year? ”

The donkey said, "Maybe you're too lucky." ”

Yang Zongheng still shook his head.

The donkey thought about it and sighed: "That is, the author's imagination is too bad." ”

So Yang Zongheng and the donkey both looked at the author.

Author: "......"

The donkey glanced at Yang Zongheng and said, "You are worried, I am not afraid, anyway, I don't appear much, I will help you explore first." ”

As he spoke, he ran towards the bones of the desolate dragon.

But before he could go far, the golden dragon roared and stopped the donkey's path like lightning.

The donkey said angrily, "Get out." As he spoke, he threw himself at the golden dragon, but the golden dragon only exhaled lightly, and the donkey fell in front of Yang Zongheng like a leaf falling in the wind.

Yang Zongheng hurriedly ran forward and said, "Donkey, are you crazy? You know that you can't beat the golden dragon and still go up to find death?"

The donkey spat at the blood and said, "I must help you get this skeleton." ”

"Then you can't give up your life, look at the posture of the golden dragon obviously doesn't want to give it to us. ”

"Isn't this nonsense, of course you have to grab this kind of treasure, and you still want others to put it in front of you and let you take it casually?"

As soon as the words fell, the golden dragon flew in front of Yang Zongheng, which made Yang Zongheng take a few steps back, and hurriedly said: "I didn't rob it, what are you looking for me?"

The golden dragon glanced at Yang Zongheng for a while, and suddenly turned his body sideways to make way for Yang Zongheng.

Yang Zongheng was very surprised, and he looked back at the donkey.

Donkey: "......"

I saw that the golden dragon shook his head at Yang Zongheng, as if to signal Yang Zongheng to walk towards the desolate dragon.

Yang Zongheng still seemed to have some doubts, only to hear the golden dragon suddenly roar, a divine dragon swing its tail and threw Yang Zongheng on the bones, and then the golden dragon grabbed the donkey and flew out of the stone tablet.

Yang Zongheng fell on the desolate dragon, and the desolate dragon's bones cracked apart piece by piece like dust.

Yang Zongheng was immediately filled with dust that could not see his five fingers, Yang Zongheng hurriedly closed his eyes and spread his heart sutra, only to see the surrounding dust slowly stirring, and finally became a huge funnel to stay above Yang Zongheng.

At this time, Yang Zongheng's right hand and right leg already had Zangying and Feng Yu respectively, so he stretched out his left hand and let the funnel stay in the palm of his left palm.

I saw that the dust of those desolate dragon bones immediately swirled like a whirlwind in Yang Zongheng's palm, and after a while, blood flowed out of Yang Zongheng's palm, Yang Zongheng gritted his teeth and endured the pain, allowing the whirlwind to rage in his palm.

The dust burrowed into Yang Zongheng's body along Yang Zongheng's wounds, but it was not confined to his left arm, but scurried all over his body.

Yang Zongheng only felt that there was a feeling of cracking all over his body, as if his bones and veins would burst open at any time, turning him into a pile of debris.

He hurriedly concentrated his strength, and used his energy to bring the dust that was scurrying around his body back into his right arm.

After a while, I saw that Yang Zongheng's left arm was bulging, the blood vessels were swelling, and the whole arm became round, as if it would explode like a balloon as long as it was touched lightly.

But Yang Zongheng didn't care at all, if it was best to absorb the barren dragon veins, if it couldn't be absorbed, it was better to scrap an arm than to turn into a pile of rotten meat.

Don't you hear that a strong man breaks his wrist?

I don't know how long it took, Yang Zongheng's consciousness gradually became in a trance, and when he saw the last trace of dust entering his body, he finally couldn't hold on and collapsed to the ground.

At this time, the original place where the bones of the barren dragon were arranged slowly appeared one after another dark blue rays, and those rays began to be far away from each other, but it didn't take long for the rays to become more and more and brighter, and the rays were slowly connected to each other, forming a huge diagram of the barren dragon's tendons, just like the stars in the sky were connected by the rays.

The barren dragon tendon diagram was as long as a heavenly river, but it began to squirm for a while, and then suddenly rose into the air, hovering above Yang Zongheng, and the scene was as if a series of stars were swimming above Yang Zongheng.

The desolate dragon circled for a while, and the huge dragon head slowly approached Yang Zongheng, and after a while, suddenly the desolate dragon let out a dragon roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth, and then got up and jumped, turning into a filament that instantly penetrated from Yang Zongheng's palm.

I saw that Yang Zongheng's whole body was shocked, his brows couldn't help frowning, and his body slowly floated in the air.

He felt his left hand melting, like chocolate in the scorching sun, like a piece of steel in a furnace.

Just as Yang Zongheng felt as if his left hand was about to turn into a puddle of mud, his arm suddenly emitted a light, and he felt that his arm was rearranging and combining like a transformer.

And this sensation does not only come from the left arm, but all over the body.

Only then did Yang Zongheng know that it was the muscles and veins of the desolate dragon just now that were helping him strengthen his muscles, bones, flesh and blood.

He sat cross-legged and concentrated, allowing the sensations to spread all over his body, coupled with the power of the Heart Sutra, Yang Zongheng could increase the strengthening power of the desolate dragon several times.

In other words, Yang Zongheng has been reborn at this time, and that feeling of strength makes Yang Zongheng feel indescribably comfortable.

While Yang Zongheng was absorbing the dragon bone dragon tendon of the Ancient Desolate Dragon, the golden dragon and the donkey stood in front of the tombstone, and there were mages of the eight major families standing in front of them.

It turned out that when the golden dragon took Yang Zongheng and the donkey into the island, the barrier had been removed, so the family mage was also able to come in.

And they soon came to the central stele.

At that time, it was the golden dragon who sensed the outsider approaching Tatsuka, so he came out with a donkey to stop the outsider from invading.

Those mages are also well-informed people, and they already know seven or eight out of ten about the strength of the golden dragon in their hearts, although they will definitely be able to subdue the golden dragon together, but these old family problems have been committed again, and they all want to let others be cannon fodder and pick up ready-made ones themselves.

What's more, the black hand behind the scenes has always been the fine tradition of those Legalists, so even those families who are not afraid of the golden dragon have to take care of the "friendly army" behind them.

That's why they pushed me, and I let you, and they just kept doing it.

I don't know how long it took, the Sea Clan Feng Jiulang finally couldn't help it, because counting the time, this dragon pool was about to close, but he had to say some cruel words to the group of mages behind him before he made a move.

Feng Jiulang stepped forward and was about to speak, when he suddenly heard a "click", and the golden dragon suddenly flew away.

I saw that there was an extra crack in the huge stone stele, and when people were suspicious, the stone stele began to appear as dense cracks as spider webs, and the mages hurriedly went down to avoid it in the distance.

After a while, I only heard a "boom", and the stele collapsed to the ground, and the dust dispersed, only to see Yang Zongheng hanging cross-legged on the ruins of the stele with his eyes closed.

Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but be shocked.

"The Ancient Canglong was also snatched by this kid?"

"Feng Yu, Zangying, Wild Dragon, this kid can open a store. ”

"Treasures are good, but they also invite trouble"

The crowd whispered.

I saw that Feng Jiulang's head was covered with dust, his face was green, and he took out his long sword and stabbed at Yang Zongheng.

At this moment, suddenly a jade willow branch stretched out from behind him, wrapping around Feng Jiulang's sword.

Then two mages who had never seen each other jumped to either side of Yang.

Feng Jiulang saw that the female mage was holding a jade willow branch in her hand, and frowned and said, "Jade willow branch, Liu Xiaoxiao?" But the person in front of him was not Liu Xiaoxiao.

I saw that the male mage patted Yang Zongheng and said, "Are you dead, there are so many people, we can't stand it." ”

Hearing a "poof", Yang Zongheng spewed out a puff of dust from his mouth and nose, and then Yang Zongheng fell to the ground and coughed violently as soon as he opened his eyes.

After a while, Yang Zongheng sat up from the dust, pouted and frowned and waved the dust in front of him, and stood up from the rubble with one hand covering his buttocks, and said to himself: "It seems that it is still a little too easy." ”