Chapter 1532: I don'st plan to put ...

"This puppet stole their own dragon yuan"

what

Long Yuan

"Wow"

As soon as this remark was made, all the people in Mangcheng changed their looks.

Nangong Guangtong couldn't help (Jìn) narrowed his eyes.

Even Bai Qianyu's beautiful and beautiful face also appeared dignified.

"Really" Bai Qianyu was a little unconvinced.

"I don't believe you can ask him" Wu Hui pointed at Long Qingyang.

Bai Qianyu turned his eyes to Long Qingyang.

In comparison, Chu Hen, Long Xuanshuang and others are a little confused.

"What is Long Yuan?" Mu Feng asked, puzzled.

"It sounds a little precious," Qiao Xiaowan echoed.

"It's more than precious" Mo Qing left the red lips slightly, and looked at Long Qingyang a little more meaningfully. He explained, "The dragon blood saints are born with the spirit of the dragon soul, and the body flows. With the blood of the ancient dragon god, that dragon element is a spirit element that is retained by its distant ancestor Zhenlong, which contains the spirit of Kowloon. It is rumored that there is only the vein of the dragon blood saints and Only the patriarch is eligible to absorb the power in Long Yuan. "

Mo Qingli's explanation is quite detailed.

Although several people did not know about the so-called "Long Yuan", they were shocked when they heard that only the "patriarch" and "lineage" were eligible to draw the power of Long Yuan.

This alone is enough to explain the importance of Long Yuan.

In other words, the reason why Long Qingyang's Xiu made such rapid progress is because he swallowed the relationship between Long Yuan.

If that's the case, things will be a bit difficult.

"I've devoured your Long Yuan"

Long Qingyang's admission has once again made the current atmosphere more tense.

Everyone's complexion changed again and again.

Of course, Long Qingyang said a voice, but said again, "But before that, I want to ask you what the Dragon Blood Holy Tribe has done."

Wu Hui frowned, and the coldness rose in her eyes.

"Hugh nonsense"

"Hum" Long Qingyang sneered, "Since you dare to do it, why dare not admit it? I have swallowed your Long Yuan well, but your dragon blood saint is one of the ten strongest saints. How could you increase the power of Long Yuan by offering sacrifices to the living, wouldn't you be afraid of being condemned? "

what

As soon as this remark was made, everyone in the audience was astonished.

"Sacrifice to the living" exclaimed Qiao Xiaowan.

"How did you know?" Mo Qingli asked in a deep voice.

"Because I was one of the sacrifice I was taken by them"

The sound of Long Qingyang's thunder was directly numb to the scalp.

Chu Chen's face sank, and he could not (hold jìn) clenched Long Qingyang's arm.

"Brother, what's going on?"

Long Qingyang eased the restlessness a little.

He continued, "Three brothers, when the situation of the alliance was stable, I thought about going out ((dàng) dàng) for a few years, and then going back, but who ever thought that I had just been out of Dongshengzhou shortly afterwards A mysterious person of unknown origin was caught. When I woke up, I found myself in a huge furnace, surrounded by strangers who were all caught like me. Later I learned that it was Jiulong Ding. It ’s the furnace that holds Long Yuan. ”

"A nonsense"

Without waiting for Long Qingyang to finish speaking, Wu Hui shouted and shouted, "As we all know, the Kowloon tripod is a sixth-ranked artifact on the list of artifacts. The tripod is full of the spirit of the dragon soul, and the temperature inside it is far higher than If the flames of the geocentric magma are captured and sacrificed, you can't live in them for more than three seconds.

Several people then looked towards Long Qingyang.

The latter glanced down, reached his neck subconsciously, and gently held a red jade pendant hanging around his neck.

The jade pendant was crimson, like a quintessential spirit.

The most strange thing is that the jade pendant is dragon-shaped.

"I thought I would die," Long Qingyang's eyes showed a bit of consternation, and at the same time, a little confusion appeared on his face. "But at a critical moment, this jade pendant actually blocked me from the horrible flames inside the furnace."

Chu Chen and Long Xuanshuang are both stunned.

Both have seen this jade pendant.

It was an item passed down by the Long family ancestors. It was previously in the hands of Long Bo, and later passed to Long Zhan. Remember when I was a kid, there was a period when Long Qingyang (body shēn) was not very good and often became inexplicably sick. , Dragon Warfare hung this jade on Long Qingyang's neck.

Amazingly, since then, Long Qingyang has hardly been sick, and his body is getting better and better.

"It's something that Dad passed on to you." Long Xuanshuangyu clenched his fists.

"Um" Long Qingyang nodded, thinking of the harsh but warm shadow, and Long Qingyang clenched his father's relics before he died.

Long Qingyang was shocked.

It was also unexpected.

He secretly felt that it was the spirit of the dragon in the sky that prevented the disaster and prevented him from becoming a sacrifice in the Kowloon tripod like everyone else.

Although he failed to escape from Jiulong Ding, Long Qingyang also saved his life.

Later, after a period of observation, Long Qingyang discovered the "Long Yuan" that was born in the Kowloon tripod, so he began to hide in the tripod furnace, secretly devouring the power of Long Yuan.

During this period, people were constantly being arrested for the Dragon Blood Saints, and then thrown into Jiulong Ding without love.

Each time, Long Qingyang was like standing on the tip of a knife, fearing to the extreme in his heart, for fear of being discovered by people outside the tripod.

Fortunately, the dragon spirit and magma flames gathered in Jiuling Ding, together with the magical power of Yu Pei, gave Long Qingyang a good cover.

The others were not as lucky as Long Qingyang.

One by one turned into ashes in the screams of horrible misery.

Whenever he heard the sorrow of others in Jiulong Ding, Long Qingyang was trembling and scared, and his scalp was numb.

Hear Long Qingyang's story.

Everyone couldn't help feeling cold.

Just thinking about it, you can feel the despair and fear that comes from the soul.

There have been rumors before that the Dragon Blood Saints will hunt down some monsters from time to time and put them in the Kowloon tripod for sacrifice to enhance the power of Dragon Yuan.

It sounds cruel, but the monster is a beast after all. No matter how the dragon blood saints hunt and kill, the world can accept it.

After all, this world is already weak (meat).

Monsters and humans, on a certain level, are also considered opposites.

However, once the living person is sacrificed, it is absolutely inhumane. This behavior can be regarded as an outrage.

"Shut up and you'll break my reputation as a saint of dragon blood."

Wu Hui shouted sharply, and the moment his voice fell, a fierce force wave broke out in his palm.

"Dangdang"

With the roar of thunder and thunder, Wu Hui danced in the palm of the Chinese painting, and then, a mighty dragon shadow roared down, and rolled up the destruction (sex xìng) of the mighty power towards Long Qingyang and others below Roared away.

The terrible coercion shrouded.

Hurricanes rolled up and the rocks below cracked.

"Kuya"

At the next instant, a purple Thunder beam burst out.

Together with the sharp tearing sound, the purple Rayman such as the aurora line shoots directly through the sky and penetrates the head of that dragon shadow.

"what"

Wu Hui's complexion changed slightly.

Long Qingyang's heart was also shocked.

Looking at the side (body shēn), I saw that a bunch of purple Ray Mang rushed out of the palm of Chuchen, exuding a terrible penetration force.

Then, under a pair of shocking eyes, the purple beam of light moved in the air, splitting the dragon shadow into two sections stiffly.

"Who are you?" Wu Hui asked coldly.

Chu Chen did not answer, Junxiu's cold face was covered with frost.

"It's really unforgivable."

Feeling the coldness of the forest from Chu Hen (body shēn), everyone's face changed.

"The sacred dragon-blood saints will actually do such despicable acts"

"Huh, this is just one aspect of him. Is there any evidence to prove that we conceived Long Yuan with a living sacrifice?"

indeed.

Throughout the Kowloon tripod, only Long Qingyang escaped.

In his words, it is not convincing.

But the other party took Long Yuan, but he acknowledged it himself.

From the perspective of the third party, it is clear that the Dragon Blood Saints have more oppression.

"I want to ask, Long Yuan is the treasure of the Dragon Blood Holy Tribe. It should be super tightly guarded in Ping (Rì)." At this time, Bai Qianyu said suddenly.

"That's natural." Wu Hui answered coldly.

"Since the care is strict, then I'm very strange. How he didn't know it. The ghost entered the Jiuling Ding and could still devour Long Yuan under your eyelids without being found."

Bai Qianyu made this remark, and there was no sudden speech.

"Yeah, let's talk about how he got into Jiulong Ding. Are all of your dragon blood saints blind?" Qiao Xiaowan also echoed.

Since "Long Yuan" is a treasure that can only be enjoyed from the lineage, it is absolutely supervised.

Such an important thing, even if there is no strong person in charge of the Great King Realm, it is definitely a master of the Holy King Realm to guard.

However, with the strength before Long Qingyang devoured Long Yuan, let alone approaching Jiulong Ding, even the dragon blood saints could not enter.

The only explanation is that Long Qingyang was forcibly thrown into Jiulong Ding.

It is precisely that Long Qingyang has no room to struggle like a cricket, and the Dragon Blood Saints will have an interest in the situation in the tripod.

Six years.

Long Qingyang stayed in Jiulongding for six years.

He also devoured Long Yuan for six years.

During this period, a few of the Dragon Blood Saints also obtained Dragon Soul power from the Dragon Yuan, but they did not need to enter the Jiuling Ding to directly ingest Dragon Yuan's power from the Dragon Soul (diàn).

Long Qingyang is also smart.

It can judge whether there is anyone outside based on the fluctuations generated by Long Yuan inside the tripod furnace.

Whenever this time passes, Long Qingyang will speed up and devour the power contained in Long Yuan.

In this way, the people of the Dragon Blood Holy Tribe will not be puzzled by the sharp decrease in the power contained in Long Yuan.

They can only think of their clan ancestors assimilating Long Yuan, and they would not think that there is a "ghost" hidden inside the Jiulongding.

For the past six years, Long Qingyang has always been extremely cautious and extremely nervous.

Finally, when he thought he had the confidence to escape, he once swallowed the power of Long Yuan into his body, and then took the opportunity to escape.

Because of this, Long Qingyang was also chased by the dragon blood saints.

Long Qingyang fled all the way without any purpose.

Unexpectedly, Wu Hui and others who were chased in this mang city were intercepted today.

Even more incredible is that Chu Hen, Long Xuanshuang Jin (ri rì) also (Yin yīn) came here by mistake.

"It's useless to say more. I don't care what method you used to steal your family's Long Yuan, but today, I will definitely take you back."

It is clear.

Wu Hui's words are full of loopholes.

Rather than say more and more chaotic, it is better to catch Long Qingyang directly.

After all, the majestic trend of the other day ’s grand sage kingdom broke out.

Wu Hui's palm painting halberd rises with a mighty dragon shadow.

"No matter who it is, he cannot be saved today"

This is undoubtedly for Bai Qianyu.

Although the Dragon Blood Saints are unwilling to conflict with the God Eye Saints.

However, as far as the "Dragon Yuan" is concerned, the Dragon Blood Saints can't control that much.

Feeling the strong sense of senhan killing erupted from the dragon blood sacred people (body shēn) ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Long Qingyang, Long Xuanshuang, Mu Feng and others have all changed their looks.

"Chu Chen, Xuan Shuang, you don't care"

Of course, Long Qingyang's words have not been finished, but a more surging intention of killing is rising.

The purple beams of light rushed into Tianhe like a tidal wave.

Chu Chen stared coldly at the killing Wu Hui and others.

"But I have been restraining the anger in my heart. You don't want to let him go, and I don't want to let you go either."

"bass"

A burst of trembling air trembled.

Together with a strong space rhythm.

Chu Hen's eyes turned purple light suddenly, deep in the pupils, seven black spots appeared quietly.

"Demon pupil" Wuhui's eyes narrowed.