Dragon Prince Yuan

When Wuyao fell and was blocked by Zhou Yuan's shoulder, the Qi of the Holy Dragon, which had risen from the sky in his body, also turned into a winding green smoke, and rose against the dragon's fictional dragon mouth at high altitude.

Faced with the last Qi of the Sacred Dragon sent on its own initiative, Zhou Yuan did not hesitate much either, directly prompting the dragon fiction to prepare to swallow it.

It belongs to him, and now he's just getting it back.

Even though Wu Yao will give his life, Zhou Yuan does not intend to have any pity for Xiaoyu, because as she said, maybe this is the fate of the two...

Let me put an end to this now.

The dragon roared, biting at the last Qi of the Holy Dragon.

However, just as the dragon's fictional dragon mouth was about to bite the Qi of the Holy Dragon, the Zhou Yuan suddenly discovered that the entire heavens and earth seemed to solidify at this time.

Even the heavens and the earth are frozen.

The giant dragon shadow holds the position of biting down the giant mouth, but in any case, it cannot be chewed. The feeling is as if there is an unspeakable force of terror that freezes it directly.

You know, this giant dragon fiction is not a source of gas, but a manifestation of luck. It's vain and flimsy, and ordinary power can't hurt it at all, but at the moment, it's like a mosquito in an amber, controlled by life.

The face of the Zhou Yuan also changed dramatically at this moment, a situation that clearly demonstrates the presence of an extremely frightening external force.

And in this crash, even the stronger of jurisdictions cannot intervene... which means that those who intervene must have gone beyond jurisdictions...

It's a saint!

Yes, sir!

It's the great prince of Wushu domain!

Zhou Yuan's eyes were a little gloomy, because this grand act undoubtedly undermined the rules of the Nine Realms Congress, but in the face of this existence, he could not refute it with anger, because it made no sense.

He looked up at the clotted giant dragon fiction. At this time, the last Qi of the holy dragon forced out by Wuyao was also like being trapped by some kind of force, then slowly landed, and finally was pressed back into Wuyao's body.

Zhou Yuan looked at the scene with no expression, and did not continue to forcibly reclaim it, because under the watchful eye of a great lord, he was an ant, if forcibly provoked, he would not accept the consequences.

“Zhou Yuan, if you have won, you don't have to take all the Qi of the Dragon, right? ”

At this time, there was a magnificent and majestic voice filled with a mocha name that rang in the mind of the Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuan was slightly silent and said softly: "The great god of martial arts? ”

That voice answered, no doubt by default.

Zhou Yuan said: "I suppose you must also know who the Qi of the Dragon in Wuyao comes from? ”

“When her father took the Qi of the Dragon from me, he didn't leave me alone to care about my life and death. ”

The voice of the great honor of Wu God sounded again: “Now is not the best time to take away the Qi of the Holy Dragon in Wuyao's body. This time, this interference does not conform to the rules, but this seat does not take advantage of your little guy for nothing. As long as you do not take away the Qi of the last Holy Dragon in Wuyao's body this time, this seat also helps you with one thing. ”

Zhou Yuan frowned slightly. Can you help him with something? Is there anything he can do for you?

“This seat will help you stop Marzu so that he won't catch you personally.” The Great Path of Martial Arts.

Zhou Yuan's pupils shrunk sharply, and his voice was low: “Why should the great lord of Wushu scare me? Where is my little Shinto realm worth fighting against me personally? ”

“Oh, little guy, do you really think you're hiding from the grand grand grand grand grand? You think you can hide from the eyes of Wan Jo if you don't send a little ant into Yuan Tian?” The great god of martial arts seemed to laugh, "he said.

Zhou Yuan's face was a little ugly. Did he really know who he was?

However, this can be inferred from his instruction to Zhao Muzhen to capture him, but it is now confirmed by the great reverence of Wushu.

This caused Zhouyuan to have some numbness in his scalp. After all, it is really not a pleasant thing to be targeted by a great honor. Today Master Yuan is out, what happened in the Mixed Yuan Heaven, I am afraid that far water will not save the near fire.

“That good man is a great prince... and it is impossible to surrender himself against my little shrine.” Zhou Yuan said somewhat unwillingly.

“Nobody cares about your little shrine, but there's a big deal behind you, and it's enough to get Marzu to do it. ”

Wushu's great and faint voice echoed in Zhouyuan's mind: “What do you say? Are you interested in this proposal? This is a big deal for you personally. ”

Zhou Yuan's eyes changed, and half a mile later, he said: "Is the great lord never going to let me take back the last Qi of the dragon that belongs to me? ”

“When the time comes, you'll get it back.” The great pride of the Wushu Gods is a faint tone.

Zhou Yuan glanced slightly. If he was alone, he wouldn't be afraid of the grand grand grand grand grand grand grand, but now he can't die, can't even be caught, because he has more important things to do, which is to wake up dead.

To achieve this goal... the Qi of the Dragon, while important, is not necessarily temporarily abandoned.

Today, this martial arts god is very honorable, but Zhou Yuan believes that sooner or later there will be a day when he will return to Yuantan. By that time, he will not have to worry about the intervention of the great martial arts god.

So he stopped hesitating and nodded softly: "I agree. ”

The great prince of Wushu seems to smile slightly, and he doesn't say much of a word of commitment, because the great pride alone has resisted thousands.

At this point, the forces that cause the heavens and the earth to freeze disappear at this time, and the solidified source gas begins to flow.

“Your Highness! ”

Su Xiaowei arrived next to Zhou Yuan for the first time. His face was heavy and he obviously noticed the previous abnormality.

Zhou Yuan shook his head at her, indicating that nothing was wrong. Then he waved his robe. The giant dragon fiction on the sky also gradually turned into nothingness and disappeared.

At this time, the delicate body fell, the cheeks gently leaned against Zhouyuan's shoulder, a pair of narrow and long phoenix, also at this time slowly opened.

She stood upright for the first time, some hastily taking two steps back.

Her beautiful face changed for a while. Especially when she felt the smell of the saint dragon in her body, Bedenton bit her lips tightly and looked up at the void. In her heart, she said: “Why did the great prince do this? I lost, the great prince did not have to do this. ”

The voice of the great honor of Wushu also sounded in his mind, seemingly with a little helplessness: “Wuyao, don't worry about a moment of success or defeat. The realm of the Shinto Palace is just a tiny level on your way to cultivation. The real comparison lies in the future. ”

Wu Yao bit her red lip and was a little stubborn. As a result, she didn't like it, because from Zhouyuan's perspective, didn't she think that she could not lose?

“Wu Yao, you are not weaker than Zhou Yuan, you do not have to deny yourself for a moment of defeat, and... remember what I once said to you, you have had the temper of the Dragon for so many years, but in fact it does not belong to you, nor does it belong to you, you should look for something that belongs to you. ”

The voice of the great pride of the Wushu God faded away.

“A python swallows a dragon's bird. Is it a sparrow? Is it really worse than a dragon? ”