All dragon species have a relatively long lifespan, and true dragon species need hundreds of years just to be juvenile. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After the Great Fission of Heaven and Earth, seriously speaking, the reproduction of all dragon species was probably between ten and twenty generations.

The first five generations were all wurm, and their lifespans were relatively short. From the sixth generation~, around the beginning of the Wuxing era, when the human warriors touched the innate realm, the core area of the barbarian domain also appeared in the true dragon species.

This is a gradual process, mainly because the Great Fission of Heaven and Earth has just ended, and the atavism of the brute beasts is not serious. Later, with the evolution of generation after generation, the barbarian monster that originally only appeared in myths and legends was finally formed.

Although this dragon is only a juvenile dragon, judging by its size, it is at least two or three hundred years old, and it has already opened its spiritual intelligence.

Although I was a little angry at the beginning, I was happy to fight with the two potential realm martial artists, but now that I am injured and in pain, I am finally afraid. After all, it is a baby dragon, and it wants to run away when it is afraid.

If it dives into the water, it will be difficult for Bai Ya and the others to kill it again. After all, humans are not water creatures, and the attack power of warriors under water will be greatly weakened.

However, it only wants to run now, where is Meng Jiu and Meng Xiangshang.

The two realms each drew a graceful arc in the air, one on the left and one on the right.

Meng Xiangshang pinched a magic seal with both hands, and the Qingying Sword Pill that Bai Ya lent her quickly thinned and twisted, evolving into a huge goshawk in an instant.

The goshawk's wingspan was no less than twenty meters, its tail feathers were fanned, and a pair of sharp claws tightly clasped the double horns on the top of the beaulie's head, flapping its wings vigorously, and dragging the beaulieu stiffly.

Seeing this scene, Bai Ya couldn't help blinking his eyes, suspecting that he had some kind of hallucination.

Looking at it again, he realized that although the goshawk was huge, its body, wings, and claws were crystal clear, and it was completely woven from the silver thread of the sword pill that was as slender as a hair, and it was just an empty shell.

"Sword pills can still be used like this......" Bai Ya couldn't help but admire, secretly surprised by Meng Xiangsheng's kendo talent.

Although he didn't know kendo, because he had always been obsessed with learning swords, he had also read a lot of classics and codex of his predecessors in Qingcheng, and he had never found that a small sword pill could have such rich changes.

Although I don't know if this kind of kendo from simple to complex is orthodox, there should be no doubt that Meng Xiangshang is a kendo wizard. No wonder the Meng family would give her an ancient sword that was close to an artifact.

Seeing that Meng Xiangsheng had already grabbed the dragon, Meng Jiu's eyes flashed, and his crescent-shaped blade began to rotate rapidly, inserting the exploding wound on the dragon's back like a drill.

For a while, I saw dragon blood and dragon flesh splashing in all directions, and the wound that was not too deep instantly turned into a deep hole with the size of a bowl. He and Meng Xiangshang had been trying to open a gap in Panlong's body just now, but they didn't expect to be preempted by Bai Ya.

"Huh~" The dragon trembled in pain, and his lantern-like eyes couldn't help but be covered with a layer of mist, looking like he was about to cry.

It's just that Meng Jiu is iron-hearted, and he won't be soft-hearted at this time, and with a flick of his fingers, the golden thunderbolt shot into the deep hole of the wound like lightning.

"Hum~"

I saw a black light burst out of the wound on the back of the dragon, and the flesh around the wound swelled and contracted, and it was swallowed into a vortex black ball in an instant, leaving only a flesh hole with a diameter of about two meters.

The dragon is huge, and it needs at least five people to hug it, but the diameter of its body is only two or three meters at most, and it was almost broken into two by the golden thunderbolt at this time, leaving only a little belly in front of it still connected.

"Woo~" The young dragon let out a miserable whimper, and his whole body began to convuls.

Fortunately, Bai Ya didn't climb high before, this wound was still in the back half of the dragon's tail, and there were no too important organs in the body, otherwise this blow would be enough to kill it.

However, if it continues like this, it will not live long, the wound is too big, and bleeding alone can kill it.

But just when Bai Ya and the others were in high spirits and wanted to finish it in one go, a suppressed exclamation came from the platform watching the battle in the rear.

Hearing this familiar voice, the four people, including Bai Ya, Meng Jiao, and the two potential realms, were all startled, and immediately turned their heads to look.

At this time, there was an accident on the earth and stone platform where many of the children of the Meng family and the treasure hunters were located, and two of the treasure hunters were one on the left and one on the right, smiling and stabbing the blue blade in their hands into Zhao Wan's waist.

The dusty platform was now encased in a transparent ball shield, and more than twenty black-clothed men were swarming out of the rock wall tunnels not far from both sides of the platform, flying towards the platform.

"What a coincidence!"

Seeing that Zhao Wan was attacked, Bai Ya and the other four had no surprise in their eyes, and a sneer appeared on their faces.

Bai Ya's eyes turned slightly, staring at another mediocre-looking disciple of the Meng family, and it was "he" who exclaimed just now.

"Bang~" With a soft sound, the two "treasure hunters" who suddenly turned back were surprised to find that the "Zhao Wan" in front of them actually turned into a cloud of smoke. A small puppet no more than the size of a finger grinned anthropomorphically, twisted its body comically and "creaked" and ran towards Meng Chen and other Meng family disciples.

"Fooled!" the two "treasure hunters" looked at the platform quickly with cold eyes, they knew that the target was still here, but they were just dressed up as someone else.

However, before they could find out the real little steamed buns, the disciples of the Meng family who remained on the platform had already surrounded them with unkind expressions.

They may not know Zhao Wan's true identity, but no matter how stupid their brains are, they will also know that these two "treasure hunters" are not their own people. On the other side, Bai Ya and the others had already rushed over.

Bai Ya knew that Zhao Wan was fine, and hurriedly looked back at the badly injured dragon.

He was taken aback at this look, only to see that the huge dragon had disappeared inexplicably, and there was only a tail more than 30 meters long floating on the water surface, accounting for about one-third of the dragon's body.

And Meng Xiangshang and Meng Jian were frowning and searching for the lake, with a helpless look on their faces.

"Transfiguration ......"

Bai Ya sighed secretly in his heart, this is another kind of true dragon magic power that Meng Jiu said yesterday. I didn't expect this juvenile dragon to actually use it, it seems that either it is about to become an adult, or it is very talented, and it belongs to the best of the dragon race.

The transformation technique of the true dragon species is very difficult, the simple ones can become bigger and smaller, and the more complex ones can also be simulated into other creatures, which is comparable to the seventy-two changes of the Monkey King.

Of course, as an earth dragon species, the beaulieu will basically only change in size, and only a very small number of beaulieu dragons can transform into other creatures, let alone young dragons.

"Damn!" Bai Ya glanced at the corner of his eye and stopped paying attention, and pounced on the black-clothed men in annoyance.

In fact, when they were still in the original cave camp, Bai Ya knew that Xiao Mantou was being targeted.

She said that the pursuers could be traced to a certain range with the things sent by their hearts, and because of the cold poison of the White Cliff, they stayed in that cave for a few days, so it was natural to infer that the pursuers were close at hand.

It's just that at that time, there were several martial arts families in the cave, including the Meng family, a big family that was deeply involved in the Zhao State. If Xiao Mantou didn't lie, she was really Zhao Wan, the daughter of Zhao Wang, then even if the pursuer recognized her, he would choose to be patient for the time being and wait for a better time to do it.

In the dangerous underground world, they obviously won't wait long, and this encirclement and suppression of Beaulongs is their best chance.

Therefore, when Bai Ya told Meng Jiu the identity of the little steamed bun, the shrewd Meng Jiu prepared this plan to lure the snake out of the hole.

In fact, no matter what happens later, the danger of the little steamed bun is not too big, because the spies who lurk into the Meng family's team will not be too strong.

Otherwise, if there is a potential situation lurking in, it will inevitably attract the attention of Meng Jiu and Meng Xiangsheng, and it will be impossible to assassinate Xiao Mantou secretly, so this also limits the fact that the spy cannot see through the disguise of the Dao Baby Peach Doll in a short time.

As for the pursuers who were far behind the Meng family's team, it didn't matter if there were even one or two situations. The martial artists who serve the official eunuchs, how can the strength of martial arts be compared with the Meng family.

Therefore, as long as Zhao Wan escaped the initial assassination, their chances of success were very slim.

The only thing that Bai Ya and the others didn't expect was that the little dragon actually slipped away the moment they looked away, I don't know if it was a coincidence, or it was clever enough to make people helpless.

There are a lot of creatures in this Panlong Lake, big fish and small shrimp can be seen everywhere, if this guy becomes the size of a shrimp, then just with the two pairs of eyes of Meng Xiang and Meng Jiao, it will not be found in a short time.

And there must be a gap in the lake here that leads to the underground river, and by the time they deal with the things on the other side, the little dragon has long since disappeared.

Thinking about it like this, Bai Ya and Meng Jiu, who rushed back, couldn't help but be extremely angry, and after a long time, they only left a dragon tail!

"My dragon soul, dragon horns, dragon eyes, dragon hearts, gentian ......" Bai Ya only felt blood dripping from his heart.

Although it is said that the dragon with the art of transformation is very difficult to kill, for example, it is difficult to find it if you accidentally let it dive underwater, but before all, there was a chance, at least some important parts could be left, but now it is completely lost.

Bai Ya and the others were troubled here, and the black-clothed people who came over there were also very annoyed, they were still too anxious, and they also lost a great opportunity.

"Humph!"

Hearing only a cold snort, an old man flew out of the black-clothed man who was unwilling to retreat, and slapped his palm towards the platform from a distance.

Behind him, a hundred-meter-tall Buddha Dharma image flashed, and the golden giant palm crushed towards the platform, wanting to slap everyone on the platform to death with one palm.

Bai Ya's face sank when he saw it, and he couldn't help but feel a little worried in his heart, and couldn't help but glance at Meng Jiu beside him. The shield that shrouded the earth and stone platform was only another small array on Dust's body, and it couldn't stop this kind of attack of the Potential Realm martial artist.

Meng Jiu's expression remained unchanged, only a hint of sarcasm hung on the corner of his mouth, which made him feel much more at ease.

"Qianyuan Kuijin, ninety-nine to one!"

At this moment, the sound of dusty calm and waveless sounded on the platform appropriately.

Countless golden thorns seeped out of the rock wall, like tired birds returning to their nests. In just an instant, it converged into a translucent golden light giant shield, which could stand in front of the platform.