Two people on both sides of the fierce battle, one of them suddenly unleashed a killing move, and instantly bombarded the opponent into a bloody retreat, and fell to the ground with a bang, his breath disordered and weak.

Before he had time to fight, the cold long knife in the opponent's hand was already on his neck, and the man holding the knife sneered: "Fang Zong, what else do you have to say?"

The young man who was knocked to the ground looked like a normal human, but he had two tentacles about half a finger length on the top of his head, which looked strange.

At this moment, the young man named Fang Zong slowly stood up, as if he was not afraid of the cold long knife in the hand of the man holding the knife, his eyes glanced at the man holding the knife indifferently, and after snorting lightly, he directly twisted his head to the side, as if he was at the mercy of slaughter.

However, the man holding the knife obviously didn't want to kill Fang Zong like this, and the long knife in his hand lightly pressed against Fang Zong's neck and said slowly.

"If I were you, I wouldn't hide anything, hand over the things, maybe I'll pity the last bit of the dragon's bloodline and spare your life. ”

"Divine Dragon Bloodline?" Chen Yi couldn't help but be shocked in the dark, but he was puzzled again in an instant, didn't the Demon Xuan Divine Turtle say, this little divine dragon is probably the only descendant left by the Dragon God, how can it ......

Chen Yi didn't think too much, and directly summoned the Demon Xuan Divine Turtle that had escaped into the picture scroll before, and the Demon Xuan Divine Turtle looked at the little divine dragon in the strap on Chen Yi's chest, and couldn't help but laugh in a daze.

Chen Yi glanced at the Demon Xuan Divine Turtle and said angrily, "I asked you to come out to let you see someone." Chen Yi pointed to Fang Zong in the distance: "What's going on with the Divine Dragon Bloodline?"

The Demon Xuan Divine Turtle looked over and sighed: "There are still descendants of the Dragon Horn Clan?"

"Dragon Horn Clan?" Chen Yi was even more puzzled: "What does this have to do with the Divine Dragon Bloodline?"

"The Divine Dragon Bloodline is just a joking name for the Dragon Horn Clan by the gods of the Divine Spirit Realm. The Demon Turtle said, "The Dragon Horn Clan was originally a human race that lived in an extremely harsh environment. ”

"Later, it was said that a genius ancestor of the Dragon Horn Clan happened to get a drop of the essence blood of the eldest brother of the dragon, and his body was mutated, and the head horns of the offspring grew two tentacles, so he was called the Dragon Horn Clan. ”

"I think that the Dragon Horn Clan was also glorious back then, and it was a powerful force under the command of Lord Dragon God. However, after the departure of Lord Ryujin, the Ryuhorn Clan also suffered a disaster and was almost wiped out. ”

"It has been many years since the descendants of the Dragonhorn Clan appeared in the realm of gods, and many people thought that the Dragonhorn Clan had completely disappeared, and back then, there was a legend. ”

The Demon Xuan Divine Turtle said abruptly with interest: "When Lord Dragon God sealed the passage between the human gods and demons and the Three Thousand Worlds, it was the Dragon Horn Clan who assisted Lord Dragon God in completing all this. ”

"It is even rumored that the reason for the fall of the Dragon Horn Clan is that the Dragon Horn Clan has a way to open up the passage between the two worlds of gods and demons and the Three Thousand Worlds. ”

Chen Yi's brain was shocked, and he blurted out: "If this method falls into the hands of the Demon Gate, wouldn't it be a catastrophe?"

"The Demon Gate may not be obtained, otherwise the Dragon Horn Clan will not be destroyed. The Demon Xuan Divine Turtle said: "The Dragon Horn Clan is still loyal to Lord Dragon God, not to mention that the Dragon Horn Clan has a way to crack the passage between the Demon God Realm and the Three Thousand Worlds. ”

"It's just rumors, no one really knows. The Dragonhorn Clan, such a once-glorious race, also suffered misfortune. ”

"However, why did Lord Dragon God ask the Dragon Horn Clan to assist in sealing the Demon God Two Realms and the Three Thousand Worlds Passage?" Liu Feng asked.

The Demon Xuan Divine Turtle nodded appreciatively with a look in his eyes: "That's right, I just said that the Dragon Horn Clan's background environment is harsh. However, you certainly wouldn't guess that the place where the Dragonhorn Clan lives is the burial god space. ”

Chen Yi was taken aback: "That space is not the ...... that even the Golden Immortal can't do."

"This is the special feature of the Dragon Horn Clan, they have a natural sense of smell like heaven caring for space, and they actually survived in the burial god space. ”

"Of course, they are only living in the outer part of the burial god space, and Rao is like this, and it is also a death area that makes countless cultivators daunted. ”

"However, the burial space has hindered the development of the Dragonhorn Clan after all, and in order to expand the race, they have relocated to a better environment during the glory period. Unexpectedly, in the end, they were wiped out because of the loss of the natural barrier of the burial god space. ”

"The unique talent for space, this good dick said. Chen Yi muttered to himself softly.

"Maybe this Dragonhorn guy can help you with something. The Demon Xuan Divine Turtle suddenly spoke pointedly, and before Chen Yi could react, the Demon Xuan Divine Turtle had already yawned.

"How can I say that this race also has a little bit of a relationship with Big Brother Shenlong, since we have met, let's save this endangered Dragon Horn Clan. Also, I'm really going to sleep, so there's nothing to bother me. The Demon Turtle disappeared in a flash.

"Dragon Horn Clan, ancient race, and the special properties of the Burial God Space?" Chen Yi pondered and looked at the young man of the Dragon Horn Clan called Fang Sect in front of him.

What he and the Demon Turtle had in common was that this young man could use his unique spatial talent to help him infiltrate the Snow God Mountain.

"I'm going to decide on this one. Chen Yi muttered to himself, and his figure quietly disappeared into the wind and sand.

"Fang Zong, have you thought about it?"

The man holding the knife seemed to have enough patience with the young man of the Dragon Horn Clan in front of him, and said with a sneer: "I'm afraid that the remaining people of the Dragon Horn Clan are already a handful. ”

"I don't think your clansmen want to see a little genius in your clan who has been cultivated again fall into the realm of gods like this, and you choose to die to be worthy of your clansmen?"

Fang Zong glared angrily at the man holding the knife, and shouted angrily: "Even if Fang Zong dies, he will definitely not let the clan treasure of the Dragon Horn God Clan fall into the hands of outsiders!"

"Clan treasure?" Chen Yi whispered in the dark: "It seems that this is the reason why strong people from all walks of life gather on this mountain, wait and see how it changes." ”

"Dragon Horn Protoss?" the man holding the sword showed a mocking smile on his face, "It's just a group of humble races that can only survive in the cracks of the world. ”

"It took a while to rise after a while of prosperity and the light of Lord Ryujin, after all, it is not a group of small reptiles?

Fang Zong's eyes looked coldly at the man holding the knife: "If you have the ability, kill me." ”

"I'll kill you like a chicken. The man holding the knife sneered contemptuously: "I want to see if you can withstand the pain of a thousand knives scraping your bones!"

Shout!

Suddenly, the long knife in the hand of the man holding the knife was just about to be cut off, when a gust of wind rose directly, and in an instant, a black-robed figure appeared out of thin air, with a strange figure.

As if teleporting, he appeared beside the knife-wielding man, and his shot was like lightning, knocking the knife-wielding man back with a bang.

"Zong'er, let's go!" The voice was soft, and the black-robed old man put one hand on Fang Zong's body, just about to leave quickly.

Suddenly, the space in all directions seemed to be manipulated by invisible hands, twisting and moving in an instant, forming a tiny giant prison between heaven and earth, suppressing the entire mountain.

"Lock the Sky Array?" The black-robed old man's face changed suddenly, and he immediately protected Fang Zong behind him, glancing in all directions with an extremely vigilant expression.

A burst of laughter sounded from all sides, and then a strong man's aura appeared from all directions, breaking through the air, and surrounded the black-robed old man and Fang Zong, and almost at the same time, a sun umbrella rose in the sky.

"To deal with a race like the Dragon Horn Clan, which is blessed with a unique spatial talent, how can you not set up a lock air array in advance?" At the head of it was a god ancestor from the Three-Foot Divine Temple, named Gongkong Mountain.

Gongkong Shan smiled, condescending, and glanced at the two of them: "The Lock Sky Array is specially set up for the Dragon Horn Clan, don't you feel unfamiliar?"

Fang Zong raised his eyes and glared at Qikong Mountain, gritted his teeth, and scolded angrily: "Despicable villain!"

"Little one, although you are a little genius of the Dragon Horn Clan, you are not qualified to talk to me. Gong Kongshan smiled and looked at the black-robed old man.

"I've set up so much just to bring out this old fellow. Fang Ran, do you want the treasure left by Lord Dragon God, or do you want to save the life of the only genius left in your Dragon Horn Clan?"

The black-robed old man Fang Ran's eyes burst out with a burst of hatred, staring at the empty mountain.

Gong Kongshan smiled: "Actually, the treasure left by Lord Dragon God, how can you, a race that has betrayed the gods, have the qualifications to have it? ”

"Phew, I'm the Dragon Horn God Clan, and I've never betrayed Lord Dragon God!" Fang Ran pointed at Qikong Mountain and scolded angrily, shouting loudly, and rushing into the crown angrily: "It's you who betrayed Lord Dragon God!"

"Old fellow, don't toast and don't eat and drink. At this time, the man holding the knife scolded, raised his knife and pointed at Fang Ran.

Fang Ran's expression was furious, his arm waved suddenly, and in an instant, a terrifying spatial fluctuation arose, and the man holding the knife was caught off guard, and he didn't even have time to scream, so he was directly strangled by that powerful spatial force, and his body was shattered.

"Tsk, it's really the darling of the space. Seeing this scene, Kaikong Mountain was not angry but exclaimed: "Actually, the Dragon Horn Clan is not completely without a way to live, as long as you are pious and reformed, the gate of my temple of gods will accept you god betrayers, and the gods are tolerant......"

"Shut your dog's mouth!" Fang Zong said coldly: "Your purpose is nothing more than to get the secret of our clan's treasure and break the passage seal. Hmph! It's a fool's dream!"

"Zong'er, don't talk nonsense with him!" At this time, Fang Ran's voice whispered into Fang Zong's ears: "I want to find a way to break this lock and empty array, as soon as you have the opportunity, you must abscond immediately." ”

"Seventh Grandfather ......"

"Remember, you are the last hope of the Dragonhorns. ”

Fang Ran's expression was extremely solemn, and he explained word by word. Fang Zong endured the pain of his soul, his whole body trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of hatred.