The roaring dragon's roar pierced the sky.
Above the ruined sky, a silver dragon that was more than three hundred feet long kept rolling.
The silver-white scales fell off piece by piece.
The dragon's blood fell to the earth, crushing the mountains and rivers.
Turned into a lake of blood.
However, no matter how furious Yin Yue Tianhe roared, his body was always firmly locked by the four figures, and he could not escape into the cave.
"Human race, you are making an enemy of our dragon race, you will die without a burial place."
In the ruined sky, a silver dragon's head poked out, and a pair of silver eyes were like two silver moons, staring at Qingyang Huan in the distance.
He could naturally see that Qingyang Huan was the mastermind of these dragon-blasphemers who besieged him.
Once upon a time, the Dragon King of the human race hunted and killed a true dragon, and tyrannically blended the bloodline of the true dragon, which caused great pain to the dragon race.
From that era onwards, the dragon-blooded family of the dragon race and the human race were in a fight to the death.
And the most important thing is that in order to improve their combat power, the human race of the Dragon Blood Family will do everything possible to hunt down the dragon bloodline to condense their combat body.
He just came to hunt down the remnants of Tian Diao, but he was so unlucky that he suddenly met four warriors from the Dragon Blood Family.
Looking at the blazing eyes, they really regarded him as their meal.
Three half-kings with upper-level combat power, plus a warrior with mid-range combat power, besieged an upper-level half-king of the Silver Dragon Clan.
Although the dragon clan was tyrannical, the combat methods derived from the dragon-blooded families who had been hunting dragons for so many years were all It was specifically deduced for the purpose of hunting dragons.
"Human race, you will be the eternal enemy of our Silver Moon Dragon Race" Large pieces of dragon scales fell off, dragon blood gurgled, and severe pain continued to stimulate Yin Yue Tianhe, and his roar shook the world.
"Kill me, no matter where you escape, you will inevitably die."
With a dragon roar, the world screamed, and the Silver Moon Galaxy was completely bound by dragon chains.
"Walk" Regarding the restrained silver dragon, Qingyang Huan stepped back, followed by Qi Gu and others dragging the huge dragon body.
In the Qingyang Clan City, all the clansmen gathered under the altar and talked a lot.
Unfortunately, the clan leader and elders on the altar closed their eyes and said nothing, so they could only stare.
Rumble The slightly dim Dongxu Road trembled, and a violent and unparalleled momentum seemed to be generated out of thin air, causing the entire Dongxu Road to shake, causing the tribesmen gathered below to stagger. what is that A silver bolt pierced the sky, and large drops of blood fell to the ground.
Even the splash of blood caused the stone houses and buildings to be corroded and smoke emitted.
Fortunately, above their heads, an invisible protective shield protected the sky.
It collided with the large drops of dragon blood and splashed blood.
Soon all the clan members discovered that the dragon blood in the clan city had accumulated into a river.
It's a dragon The three-hundred-foot-long silver dragon was suspended above the altar.
No matter how hard he struggled, he could not untie the dragon chain on his body.
"Really a dragon" "Look, it's the young master.
It's the young master who's back.
It's the young master.
The young master has caught a dragon and is back."
Soon, many tribesmen discovered Qingyang Huan's figure next to Dalong's body.
He stepped into the void and stood opposite the silver dragon.
"The young master caught a dragon and set up an altar.
Could it be?"
The altar, the silver dragon, and the entire ethnic group gathered together, and some warriors quickly thought of something.
"Human race, you are seeking death for your tribe."
Staring at eyes as big as the silver moon, Yin Yue Tianhe roared angrily.
At this moment, he was completely frightened.
Altar, what would happen to him?
Throughout the ages, I don’t know how many dragons have been put on the altar like him.
He is not the only one.
Even dragons in the realm of kings and dragon emperors at the level of emperors have all been carried onto the altar by humans, and he is only a half-king level.
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They are just descendants of the dragon clan.
"No" Seeing Qingyang Huan raise his arm high, his blood condensed into a purple gold heavenly sword in his hand, Yin Yue Tianhe screamed in horror.
"cut" The sky sword fell down and hit Yin Yue's dragon head.
In an instant, dragon blood exploded in the air.
The dragon head, which was dozens of feet in size, was thrown up, and the silver dragon eyes opened wide.
Watching Qingyang Huan split the dragon's head with his sword, the Qingyang clan members below were stunned subconsciously.
Really kill The dragon's blood turned into blood mist like rain, and gathered in the void to form air currents that looked like giant dragons, with dragon roars that shook the sky. boom The huge dragon corpse fell towards the altar below.
At this moment, the altar made of ordinary bluestone seemed to be blessed by mysterious power.
The dragon corpse smashed onto it and shattered, but the altar was not damaged at all.
The dragon corpse was shattered into pieces, the shattered flesh and blood covered the entire altar, and gurgling dragon blood flowed downwards.
Qingyang Huan stepped on the altar, and at this moment the eyes of all the tribesmen fell on him.
"Today, we awaken our sleeping ancestors and trace the ancient years of Qingyang" The desolate horn sounded, and some tribesmen threw the elixirs, jade, stones and various rare spiritual objects they held in their hands towards the altar.
At a glance, the entire altar was shrouded in pearls and treasures.
All the precious spiritual objects of the Qingyang clan were taken out.
The rich essence was like a tide and was quickly covered with dragon blood.
Wake up the sleeping ancestors Everyone was immersed in Qingyang Huan's words.
Under the altar, headed by the elders of the previous generation, all the clan elders in front were kneeling on the ground.
Behind them were the Qingyang clan members, who were all in a crowd.
Kneel down.
Standing on the altar, Qingyang Huan opened his hands and spoke an obscure voice.
This was a sacrificial incantation that had been passed down for a long time.
In fact, he didn't quite understand it.
It was an ancient incantation to worship ancestors, and its origin was no longer known. where.
Buzz I don't know when, a faint wind floated over the altar, and a series of strange shadows hovered between the sky and the earth.
These shadows had no real entities, but they opened their big mouths to devour the floating shadows.
The blood in mid-air.
The desolate and ancient aura seemed to be awakened from the silence of time and space, swimming in the surrounding void.
All the people of the Qingyang clan tensed up, as if they were being looked at by some unknown existence.
The ancient sacrificial inscriptions awakened too many unknown beings, who turned into invisible holy spirits and swallowed dragon blood, precious jade, elixirs, and essence stones.
Qingyang Huan looked towards the sky.
There were too many illusory shadows, one after another, turning into ferocious faces and making harsh screams.
It was not clear which one was the ancestor of the Qingyang clan.
"My Qingyang clan" Finally, a roar came out of his mouth, the heaven and earth trembled, and countless manifested ghosts and gods stopped devouring it.
"The Qingyang clan has been lost in the years.
The blood of the descendants calls for the sacred return of the ancestors."
Qing Yanghuan spread his hands, and a drop of blood floated out of his body, suspended in mid-air, like a purple-gold sun.
Below the altar, seeing Qingyang Huan's actions, all the human races forced out a drop of blood.
Even the newly born baby had a drop of blood squeezed out by the adults, which merged with the purple-gold sun above. .
Ho ho ho The ghosts and ghosts floating between heaven and earth stopped, showing a kind of contemplation, looking at the blood gathering in the void, and the phantoms of illusory figures were numerous, making harsh sounds.
Buzz Finally, after the purple-gold blood trembled for dozens of breaths, it exploded with a bang, covering all the manifested phantoms.
The blood of the clan was like a raging flame.
Countless phantoms screamed, and green smoke rose from the illusory body.
They all retreated, only an illusory shadow devoured the sacrifice below.
The flesh and blood of the dragon corpse was melting at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the dragon's blood, elixir, and essence stones under the altar were also constantly melting.
The illusory and formless phantom gradually became clear.
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It was a cyan figure that was over five hundred feet tall.
Its face seemed to be shrouded in mist, and it was devouring the sacrifice.
After devouring the sacrifices and accumulating strength, the tall figure began to fight back in all directions.
The phantoms that were attracted together became the targets of his attacks, and he continued to scratch these phantoms.
The huge palm grabbed a large number of the surrounding Yin spirits, and opened his mouth to swallow them.
The giant figure also stared quickly, and three huge battle flags appeared behind it, and they were stuck on the back.
"Qingyang" The magnificent aura seemed to span ancient time and space, and on the face filled with mist, two eyes swept across the void below like divine lightning.
"I am Qingyang Hip, the Ninth Emperor of Qingyang" The Qingyang clan members who were kneeling on the ground were all shocked at this moment.
Even though the void in the sky was majestic, it gave them a feeling of blood kinship.
The whole soul and body are extremely stable, as if a lost person has found his way back.
Clang At this time, in the northeast of the clan city, the sound of gold and iron exploded, and a stone tablet flew into the void like lightning.
It was the totem stone tablet.
"The ancestral stone of Qingyang Mountain."
Yin Ling's eyes shrouded the lower part, but his body shattered inch by inch, turning into dots of starlight and sinking into the bodies of every member of the Qingyang clan.
"It's so hot."
One of the tribesmen roared, and instantly everyone felt like a fire was igniting in their bodies, as if burning their flesh and blood.
"Bloodline Revival" Qingyang Huan felt the auras of the tribesmen below, each of them rolling and surging like a volcano erupting.
Their bloodline was inherited from the ninth emperor of the Qingyang clan.
It is a pity that most of the majesty of the ninth generation emperor has been buried in the years, but the remaining majesty has begun to feed back the blood of future generations.
"The blood in my body feels like it's on fire.
No, I've been promoted to the totem realm."
"My strength has also improved."
Auras intertwined and splashed, and the blood boiled like a tide. clang The totem stone tablet fell from the void again and landed in front of Qingyang Huan.
It was different from the original totem of Zhen Jian Xiaotian.
At this moment, in the picture on the totem, Zhen Jian was squeezed to the ground and obediently prostrate on the ground, while a tall and majestic figure with three battle flags behind his back sat cross-legged in the center.
"Um."
Immediately afterwards, Qingyang Huan let out a muffled groan, and he felt that a blazing flame was also igniting in his body, like the oven of heaven and earth that was about to collapse, scorching and violent: