Great Emperor Myriad

? Wanlong Sacred Mountain is the ancestral land of the dragon clan in the Eastern Woodland.

This is an incomparably peculiar area, with a radius of over a million miles, with tens of thousands of peaks, each peak is beautiful, contains the earth's dragon energy, intertwined with each other, forming a super dragon vein.

The Wanlong Sacred Mountain is backed by the endless sea and faces the vast Demon Realm Continent. It is the land that flows into the sea from the east and the place where the sun rises. It is called the dragon vein of the entire Demon Realm.

According to legend, the ancient ancestor dragon sat here and formed this vast Ten Thousand Dragons sacred mountain and became the ancestral land of the dragon clan.

Although the dragon clan is now declining, and no longer dominates the demon world and reigns over the heavens in the past, the dragon clan’s billions of years of accumulation and heritage are still one of the five great saints in the demon world, and they dare not easily provoke them.

When Ling Xiao and Long Aotian brought the Four Great Demon Sages to Wanlong Sacred Mountain, they were also shocked by the dragon ancestral land in front of them.

"Is this the ancestral land of the Dragon Race? It really is the luck of the Demon Realm, it is the Fengshui of the Wanlong Dynasty Sect, and it is the supreme heaven and blessed land!"

Ling Xiao exclaimed.

The Ten Thousand Dragons Sacred Mountain in front of me seemed to be covered with a layer of colorful light, one after another peaks thrust into the sky, and each peak exudes a bright glow, and a vast dragon pulse rises in the sky, converging into the void A sea of ​​golden clouds.

Among the mountain peaks, there are powerful groups of monsters and beasts running. Spiritual beasts such as apes, cranes, and elk can be seen everywhere. There are strange flowers and weeds everywhere, and the magical medicine of a century or even a thousand years is everywhere.

Ling Xiao could feel that the Ten Thousand Dragons Sacred Mountain contained extremely powerful dragon auras, and even formed a vast dragon power, exuding domineering, majestic, ancient and mysterious aura fluctuations. In front of this kind of dragon power, even if there is Invasion of foreign enemies, I am afraid that Longwei will suppress most of the power.

It can be said that the Ten Thousand Dragons Sacred Mountain is already a law of its own, and is faintly isolated from the demon world.

"The Ten Thousand Dragons Sacred Mountain is the ancestral land of the Dragon Clan. This one million li has been laid down by the Ten Thousand Dragons dynasty sect. It is reinforced by the ancestors of the dragon clan. It is an indispensable emperor. In an instant, the emperor is very difficult to resist!"

The black dragon saint's eyes also showed a hint of pride.

Although he had to leave the dragon clan to escape from the barren land because he offended the dragon elder, but he still has the pride of the dragon clan in his bones.

How many powerful forces have emerged in the entire demon world for hundreds of millions of years?How many amazing talents have appeared?

But only the five great saints stood forever on the demon world, becoming the everlasting overlord of the demon world.

"Is the Wanlong Dynasty Great Array?"

Ling Xiao's eyes flickered, as if there was a flash of black and white divine light, the world seemed to be a little different before his eyes, the lines of the law were intertwined, and the mysterious runes were arranged in a strange rhythm.

And Ling Xiao could see that the tens of thousands of peaks on the Ten Thousand Dragons Sacred Mountain are tens of thousands of huge dragon veins, like 10,000 huge dragons, fused with each other in a strange state, forming a super large array, vaguely A powerful emperor exudes.

As expected of the Dragon Race, there is such a complete Godless Array!

Ling Xiao's heart was amazed.

"Is this the background of my dragon clan? If I, Long Aotian, became the dragon lord of the dragon clan and ruled the dragon clan in the world, what would it be like?"

A wave of pride and pride emerged in Long Aotian's heart, and he became more excited and looking forward to it.

"Ok?"

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed, and suddenly he noticed the waves of fierce fighting in front of him.

"Fight in the dragon clan ancestral land? Go, let's go and see!"

Ling Xiao said lightly.

Everyone was also aware of the battle that took place in the mountain peak ahead, and they were all curious about who actually dared to do it in the dragon clan's ancestral land. They were all instantaneously vertical and horizontal, turning into streams of light, and flying towards the distance.

Ahead, between the two extremely high mountain peaks, there is a wide valley. In the valley there are a few towering old trees full of exotic flowers and grass, which looks very quiet and peaceful.

But at this moment, there is a young man wearing a black robe, trapped in a large formation, surrounded by two majestic middle-aged people, one in a black robe and the other in a white robe, all with eyesight. Indifferent, is urging the big formation.

"Ao Feng, don't fight back! With your ninth-turn half-saint cultivation base, it's impossible to break our Yin and Yang dragon formation, and you can get rid of it quickly. You can still suffer less!"

One of the black-robed middle-aged people said with a cold voice.

The big formation looked terrifying. The black and white lights were intertwined to form two dragons, one black and one white. They perfectly formed a huge enchantment, trapping the black-robed boy named Ao Feng. Among them, the barrier is still shrinking.

Ao Feng looked a little embarrassed, his face was pale, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, but his body was straight, holding a black dragon spear, and his eyes were full of rebellious expressions.

"Longyang, Longyin, you two traitors! You betrayed Lord Long and want to murder the little princess, I, Ao Feng, and you are at odds! Even if you die today, I will hold you back!"

Ao Fenghan said, his eyes filled with cold killing intent.

Whoo!

The black dragon spear in his hand is unrivaled and contains a powerful sacred aura. It turned out to be a powerful high-grade holy treasure. It turned into countless afterimages in an instant, constantly attacking the surrounding Yin and Yang dragon formation, thinking To break the formation barrier.

Rumble!

The Yin and Yang Hualong Formation trembled violently, and the two middle-aged men couldn't help but change their expressions, and their eyes showed extremely cold killing intent.

Both of them are the cultivation base of the Saint Realm!

But this Ao Feng was too terrifying. Although it was only the cultivation base of the ninth-turn half-saint peak, the terrifying combat power was comparable to a saint. Both of them chased and killed Ao Feng at the same time, and almost let Ao Feng escape.

If it weren't for them to finally trap Ao Feng with the Yin-Yang Hualong Formation, I'm afraid Ao Feng had already escaped from the Wanlong Sacred Mountain at this moment.

"Long Jun now knows his life or death. The yellow-haired girl Long Xiaoxiao wants to compete with Young Master Ao Ang for the position of Long Jun. It is simply irresponsible! Ao Feng, since you are toasting and not eating fine wine, don't blame us. You beheaded on the spot!"

Long Yang and Long Yin both flashed murderously in their eyes, sneered.

Boom!

At the same time, they urged the vast sacred power of the whole body, the powerful sacred power erupted, and the yin and yang transforming the dragon array burst out with an extremely terrifying annihilation power, like a storm to suppress Ao Feng, wanting to suppress Ao Feng Kill directly.

Whoo!Whoo!Whoo!

The black dragon spear in Ao Feng's hand was blazing, blasting continuously in the air, turning into afterimages, forming a black dragon in the void, trying to resist the annihilation storm of the Yin-Yang Transforming Dragon Array.

(End of this chapter)