"You! You! Rebellious and outrageous!" The other two masters reacted and immediately scolded the elders on the other side, "Don't kill these sect rebels quickly!"

The elders were already stunned by this unexpected change. Hearing the master's order, he moved forward subconsciously, and when his eyes touched Zhuang Xuanbing's indifferent face, a chill crept across his back, and he stopped all at once.

"Three masters," Zhuang Xuan walked towards the Silver Dragon Dragon Pill unhurriedly, and his blue clothes flew over, "If you want to completely awaken the Silver Dragon Dragon Pill, how can one pool of Jiaolong be enough?" He said with a slight smile. , "Also, where is the missing essence of the Yinlong Nei Dan, the three masters and the Taigan master who has just been martyred must know better than me."

he sighed.

"In the sect, there are so many masters and ancestors of the Taizi generation who are amazing and brilliant. The four elders are not the most outstanding, but how can you break through the realm and enjoy longevity?"

The expressions of the three ancestors changed.

Before they could say anything, Zhuang Xuan bowed slightly.

"It's getting late, please ask the master to die for the sect."

"you……"

As soon as the voices of the three masters came out, the next moment was suddenly strengthened by the terrifying suction from the Yinlong Neidan, which was sucked into three dry bones.

When the wind blows, it turns into gray dust, and don't know where it goes.

Zhuang Xuan waved his hand, and the dragon pill fell into his palm.

……………………………………………………

Thousands of peaks move and ten thousand mountains rotate.

The first peak has a lower altitude and was originally submerged by sea water. At this moment, it broke through the waves, like a dragon dividing water. It is as beautiful as the dragon horns of a small forest, the birds are gone, and the pale and swollen corpse hangs on the branches. Cold rain ran down its hollow eye sockets.

The last little bird's nest that was not swept away by the rapids was teetering on the dragon's horn.

A beautiful pale hand straightened it.

The corners of the red coat hang down.

Chapter 165 Dressed in red to pick up the mountains

The peaks that stretch for thousands of miles are on the vast ocean waves, like dragons lying on the waves. The mountain gate is very low, and the waves are rushing past the steps below the gate, and the rising waves wash away the dragon's head hanging down on the temples. Like a grown up Yinlong, he was leaning his head against the blue sky and taking a short nap.

She just slept in during the long wait.

will wake up.

Divine Sovereign fixedly looked at this beautiful and huge dragon head, as if he was looking at a stranger... He doesn't recognize her anymore, and he doesn't remember the original agreement. His joys and sorrows are gone. The rain fell from the edge of the umbrella, and in the heavy rain curtain, a half-arc water curtain was thrown.

Pale fingers in the rain, trembling unconsciously.

Shi Wuluo held his wrist.

Qiu Bodeng turned back, cold rain was flowing down his cheeks, his whole body was as pale as if it was just a figure cut out of a piece of rice paper, and the ancient red clothes were draped over him, as if new blood was constantly seeping out. Shi Wuluo put the oil-paper umbrella into his hand, and when his fingertips touched, his hand was as cold as Tiandao, who had become a demon.

Qiu Bodeng grabbed the umbrella bone.

The red clothes were wet against the wrist bones, and the rainwater flowed along the umbrella bones, converging into a trickle at the knuckles, and dripping down on the forehead of the dragon head.

After a long time, he half-squatted down, his long snow-white hair fell down his shoulders and dipped into the filthy blood accumulated on the dragon's head. The oil-paper umbrella was inserted into the bifurcation of the dragon's horn, which firmly covered the small bird's nest in the storm. There is also a little bird egg in the bird's nest that is not known to be broken and not blue and white.

"...Arong, you've grown up."

Even if you only have three dragon claws, you have grown up well, with many, many branches and horns. There are many, many birds flying up and down on your horn, accompanying you from morning to evening, chirping...

No one thinks you love to talk anymore.

"Don't be afraid."

The mad Divine Sovereign leaned over and embraced the flesh-stained dragon horn.

"It's all over."

Dirty blood smeared on the Divine Sovereign's face, smearing his white hair.

He touched Yinlong Cang Cangran's horn.

The wizard Lola picked him up.

Lightning split the heaven and earth, Tai Yi sword split the rain curtain. In the rumbling sound of the muffled thunder, the towering gate tower built by the basalt of the Imperial Beast Sect collapsed suddenly, the silver dragon head fell straight on the ruins, and at the top of the dragon head, the bird's nest covered by the red paper umbrella was safe and sound, and the blue and white eggs in the nest were safe and sound. A small crack appeared in the shell.

Clap, clap.

Swift's chick struggles to peck at its shell.

In the rainstorm, there were two crisp cries, and two straight black shadows flew in, breaking through the heavy rain curtain and landing next to their lost and found nest. One left and one right, they suddenly raised their wings to block the storm.

Qiu Bodeng and Shi Wuluo, one holding the sword and the other holding the knife, marched forward along the long steps of the mountain gate that undulates over the ridge in the rain curtain, exactly what the emperor said in Meicheng at the beginning: he came to walk through it in person, The gate of the Imperial Beast Sect. The speed of the two of them was not fast, but where they walked, a silver line that was invisible to ordinary people appeared in the rain curtain.

Like a mountain peak following their footsteps, it cracked open, revealing the deepest buried thing at the bottom.

The entire Western Continent, with thousands of mountains and rivers, began to breathe faintly.

The icy rain flowed through their hair and wet the fronts of their clothes, but no one wiped them. Each other's eyebrows and eyes became blurred and pale in the rain, only the breath that proved the other's existence was so clear. The 90,000-level heavenly steps and the 90,000-mile Nether Road, which have been climbed separately, overlap today.

No one said anything to let the other party stay where they were.

Today is the time to end everything, and they have already made an appointment to either fall together or die together, and to walk alone in the shadows or not, once is enough.

One thousand three hundred and eighty-six of the keel peaks.

Right and wrong, sometimes rest.