Dragon Prince Yuan

Outside the Shilong Secret Realm.

The huge light curtain is suspended, and there are countless light spots in it. The two colors of green and scarlet are constantly eroding each other like two big dragons, carrying a tragic air.

Many sages looked at the light curtain, their expressions a bit solemn.

Judging from the current situation, the Saint Race undoubtedly has some advantages in the fight for the anchor of the ancestral soul.

This makes the hearts of all the saints a little heavy. The amount of ancestral soul anchors occupying more or less will affect who can drag the stone dragon to move, but at the moment they have no choice but to wait for the last. result.

"what?"

When the tension was filled, suddenly there was a slight surprise.

A sage looked at somewhere in the light curtain, where it was originally scarlet, but at this time, suddenly there were green spots of light being lit.

Jin Luo Guzun also stared there and said, "Where is the 77th theater?"

The saint nodded immediately.

"Zhou Yuan is in charge of that battle zone, right?" Jin Luo Guzun looked at Cang Yuan.

Cang Yuan smiled and nodded. With a wave of his sleeves, light and shadow gathered in front of him, revealing a terrifying battle. It was the scene of Zhou Yuan beheading three powerful saints including Chiliu.

Some saints around sighed and sighed. Obviously, they were slightly surprised. After all, their perceptions had passed through here before, but when they saw the saint team led by Yuanquan, they didn't stop there. I gave hope to Zhou Yuan and others. At that time, I even felt that the 77th theater should be lost.

But now suddenly looking again, no one thought that the saint race's team would have been eaten half by Zhou Yuan and others...

The loss of the third realm of the three jurisdictions is undoubtedly a pain to Yuanquan's team.

"Cang Yuan, your disciple, you are really surprised." Jin Luo Gu Zun laughed, although Zhou Yuan and the others began to occupy the anchor point of the ancestral soul, in terms of number, less than one-tenth of the 77th theater. But this is always a good start. With the size of their team, it is quite good to be able to do this step.

Cang Yuan smiled, and just about to speak, there was a faint laughter from the side: "Zhou Yuan's performance is pretty good this year, but the saint race team led by Na Yuanquan currently occupies almost half of the ancestral soul anchor in this battle zone. Point, depending on the direction they are advancing, it should be directed towards the core of the war zone. Although Zhou Yuan and the others are working hard, it may be difficult to change anything, and once the Yuanquan vacates their hands, a third realm of the law may be enough to bring them Come the disaster of destruction."

Cang Yuan glanced at the Great Green Willow, who seemed to have a pity on his face. Although this guy's words were vague, the hidden meaning was nothing more than Zhou Yuan and the others were doing useless work. Sooner or later, this battle zone would be lost.

Some other sages sighed when they heard the words. What Luliu said is indeed true. Although Zhou Yuan and the others have killed nearly half of the opponent's strong, the strongest Yuanquan did not participate in the battle. With the strength of the opponent's third realm, it is indeed qualified to turn the tide.

At that time, this war zone will still belong to the holy race.

Guzun Jinluo stared at the secret realm of Shilong with a deep gaze. He seemed to have seen everything that happened in that war zone. He was silent for a moment, and slowly said: "What the outcome is, we still have to look at the end. We are spectators. , May not be able to understand everything."

Luliu also smiled and nodded, seeming to agree, then he looked at the huge light curtain in front of him, and smiled: "The team led by Xu Beiyan has achieved a lot of gains, and there are already signs of sweeping the battle zone."

Jin Luo Guzun turned his gaze to the battle zone where Xu Beiyan was located, nodded slightly, and praised: "Xu Beiyan has an outstanding talent, and he is indeed a good seed."

This is true. Looking at the realm of the heavens, except Zhuan Zhu who has been enshrined, I am afraid that no one can compare to Xu Beiyan.

A smile appeared on Luliu's face: "With Xu Beiyan's talent, if he can obtain an ancestral dragon soul marrow, he should be sure to become a saint."

Cang Yuan said faintly: "The overall situation here is undecided right now, Luliu, you are already thinking about the spirit of the Ancestral Dragon? Isn't it too ugly?"

Luliu's face remained unchanged and said: "It's just telling the truth. If in the end my heavens can be slightly better, Xu Beiyan's credit is undoubted. If he can't get a copy of the Ancestral Dragon Soul, who is eligible?"

Cang Yuan shook his head, and said, "What is the credit? It's not your mouth. You will have your own judgment at that time, and now it is not at the end. How can you be sure that Xu Beiyan's credit is beyond doubt?"

Lu Liupi smiled and said without a smile: "Isn't Xu Beiyan beyond doubt? Is it possible that Zhou Yuan is about to lose the anchor of the ancestral soul of the 77th theater?"

"enough!"

Jin Luo Guzun frowned and said in a deep voice.

"It's not over yet, so don't talk about any nonsense. At the time of the enemy, you still have the intention to tear each other down?"

Only then did Cang Yuan and Lu Liu stop their voices, their eyes met coldly, and finally turned away.

...

boom!

A long, mottled and black nail was suddenly driven into the ground, and the ground suddenly began to vibrate, faintly sounding like a dragon's roar, and then a beam of light spread from the ground. When you open it, if you look down from a high place, you will find that the light is like a spider web, covering this area of ​​hundreds of miles.

"Successful."

Zhou Yuan watched the dragon nail pierce the ground and occupy the anchor point of the ancestral soul, and a smile appeared on his face.

They had also begun to occupy the anchor points of the ancestral soul after solving the saint race team that was chasing after them. After a short period of time, they had already occupied about six anchor points in the nearby area.

"The anchor points of the ancestral souls around here are already occupied. If we want to occupy more, we have to advance into the depths of the war zone, but in that case, we may meet the other half of that team." Su Youwei came to it. Next to Zhou Yuan, the Qingli and pretty face was a little serious.

Others also seem to have seen that although defeating the saint team previously boosted their morale, they did not lose their minds because of this. They understood that the strongest team of that team had not yet shot.

If they want to advance into the depths of the war zone, they will meet that Yuanquan.

That was a top powerhouse in the third realm of the jurisdiction, whose strength was far superior to anyone here.

Zhou Yuan’s expression didn’t have too many waves. The anchor point of the ancestral soul at the core of the war zone would be extremely large. If it is to talk about quality, one place there is only a dozen places on top of the outside, so for that The anchor point of the ancestral soul at the core, he is inevitable, and it is absolutely impossible to give in.

"The saint race team was eaten by us in half. Talking about the number advantage, it is now on our side." Zhou Yuan's eyes swept across the crowd, and the calmness of his calm words made the team feel uneasy. They were all comforted. After all, after the previous battle, no one dared to underestimate him.

"The Yuanquan of the third realm of the law domain will be handed over to me and Tun Tun to deal with it."

Hearing this, everyone was shocked, and finally nodded silently. If anyone here could pose a threat to the powerhouse of Yuanquan's third realm, only Zhou Yuan and Tun Tun would be the only ones.

"However, our duel can't be interfered by other powerful members of the Saint Clan." Zhou Yuan's expression was solemn.

In the team, everyone looked at each other, and they all saw the decisive intention from the eyes of the other party.

"Captain rest assured, other people, we will use our lives to contain you!"

...

The depths of the 77th theater.

On the top of a mountain, Yuan Quan looked at the occupied node on the ground not far away with indifferent eyes.

At this moment, there was a wave of void in the back, and a figure appeared. It was the only one left in this team except Yuanquan who was the second realm strong in the law domain.

"Captain, Chiliu and the others are probably in an accident. I sent out an induction signal before and didn't get any response." The saint clan powerhouse in the second realm of the law domain said with an ugly expression.

At this time, Yuanquan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was silent for several breaths, and said, "It seems that we have been teased."

The previous division might have hit the opponent's arms, but what made De Yuanquan a little puzzled was that the opponent's lineup, why can the opponent's lineup eat the second state of the three red gilts?

"Interesting." He chuckled lightly, but the powerful saint next to him could sense the deep killing intent contained in his words.

"What should I do now? The original goal needs to be changed, and the group of rats should be cleaned up first?" the saint strongman asked.

Yuan Quan waved his hand and said casually: "Don't pay attention, continue to the core area, the captain of that team seems to be an ambitious person, he will definitely come."

"He aroused my interest."

Yuan Quan smiled, but in his pupils, cruel killing intent was condensed, causing the temperature around him to drop suddenly.

"In order to show importance, I will build a stone statue for him, then peel him off and put it on it as one of my collections."