Reborn 80,000 Years

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of 80,000 years of rebirth!Seeing the black fingerprints pressed down, the black dragon seemed to feel the overbearing pressure. He twisted his body and wanted to get back into the soil.

Yang Chen suddenly caught it in the air.

The time around Heilong stopped instantly.

It seems to suddenly fall into a cage of time and space.

In an instant, time flew by, and the black dragon's body gradually became weak and aging, and the scales fell off the surface of the body, exposing the iron gray old skin under the scales.

And its skin became loose and dry in a flash, and its body was like a dry root that had lost all its moisture.

Nimie Xuan's fingerprint passed through the time cage, pressing on its body.

With an explosion that resembled broken glass, its body instantly turned into countless pieces.

Yang Chen wiped out the black dragon in a blink of an eye, but in fact had already used almost all of his power.

He was afraid that Mu Lingyun couldn't bear the cold hurricane spewed by the black dragon.

Yang Chen swiftly walked into the depths of the cave with Mu Lingyun on his back. In the innermost part of the cave, a thick sacred tree roots were exposed between the cave walls. The black dragon on it had been bitten by scars, and countless green sap came from it. The wound oozes and emits a bright green light.

And the rich breath of life radiated from this wound.

The black dragon bit the roots of the sacred tree and kept sucking its sap, causing the sacred tree to wither, and the floating sky also observed the emergence of spiritual veins under the sacred tree.

For the same thing, Di Yan saw the withering of the holy tree on the surface, and felt the surging of the spiritual veins under the tree in the air, while Yang Chen killed the black dragon.

Yang Chen placed Mu Lingyun under the tree roots, and then picked up the juice from the tree roots to feed her to drink.

But the sap contaminated his body, but it produced a sense of numbness.

The vitality and medicinal properties in the sacred tree's juice were too strong to allow Mu Lingyun to take it directly.

He thought for a while, suddenly bit his wrist, and then dripped the blood into the sacred tree sap he held up in his other hand.

After the blood and the sacred tree sap were neutralized, the color became a little black, just like the color of the black dragon's body.

The black dragon should not have been in this color when it was born, but because it often ate the sap of the holy tree and mixed with the blood in the body, the body gradually became pitch black.

After the blood and juice were neutralized, the medicinal properties were no longer too strong. After Mu Lingyun drank it, she slowly woke up.

Seeing the wound on Yang Chen's wrist, she was moved to tears.

Yang Chen smiled at her, then gently shook her head, beckoning her not to speak, and take a break.

At this moment, an icy breath suddenly exuded in the air.

Different from the cold current of the black dragon, this breath seems to have an indescribable sense of loneliness and depression. While people feel this breath, they seem to be in the garden where countless flowers have fallen. The forest where the wood industry has fallen over the sky.

A rift suddenly appeared in the air, and two figures suddenly flew out of the rift.

The bright red robe, the beautiful face with a trace of indifference to all things, and the narrow and beautiful eyes, the eyes seemed cold without a trace of emotion.

Empress of the Red Dust!

And behind her was Ling Yuyao who hadn't seen him for a long time!

She was dressed in white clothes like snow, as if not contaminated with a trace of dust, and with an indifferent and lonely expression on her thin white cheeks, when she looked at Yang Chen and Mu Lingyun, there seemed to be no throbbing in her eyes.

"Yaoyao!"

Yang Chen yelled, but Ling Yuyao's face was still as calm as water, and there was no fluctuation in sight.

Empress Hongchen sighed, with a disappointed expression on her face, quietly said: "Xingdust, I didn't expect you to have not become stronger for so long, but weaker!"

Yang Chen snorted without speaking.

"This earthly emotion is like mud, the more you sink into it, the more you can't extricate yourself, but unfortunately, you sink deeper and deeper!"

Yang Chen sneered: "You mean I have to be as ruthless as you to become stronger, right?"

Empress Hongchen nodded and said quietly: "You know, you know, but you just don't want it!"

"How ruthless like you, even if you become stronger than you?"

The Empress Hongchen laughed, her slender eyes with a hint of arrogance, her arms stretched out, and she grasped the space in front of her with her pair of white as pure porcelain hands.

"More powerful than me, you can control everything!"

"All the great worlds and all the planes will crawl under your feet, and no force can stop you!"

As she said, there was a hint of sneer on her face: "And you, now you can't even win against the devil of Devil!"

Yang Chen suddenly smiled at her: "Do you remember that little monk?"

"What little monk!" Empress Hong Chen was suddenly furious, pierced a finger, and instantly pierced a hole in the space near Yang Chen's ear, and countless turbulent currents roared in his ear.

"I told you that you are not allowed to mention any little monks!"

Yang Chen smiled, shook his head, looked at Empress Hongchen with a complicated look, and sighed: "From the beginning, I was different from what you pursued!"

"You killed me for two lives, but still can't change me!"

"I am me, and you are completely two worlds!"

The Empress Hongchen showed a furious look on her face, and a raging fire suddenly appeared in her eyes.

She grabbed her hand volley, and a hole immediately appeared in the space beside her, and then she stretched her hand into the black void.

The countless turbulent turbulence seemed to encounter the flood of the reef, and instantly retreated at her fingertips, forming two turbulent but orderly rivers on both sides.

The Empress Hongchen opened her palm, and the torrent gathered in her palm, instantly condensing into an almost completely transparent long sword.

Sen Han's sword intent diffused from the sword, radiating into the surrounding space, crisscrossing and flying.

Yang Chen stared at her, a sword intent also emerged from his palm, the colorful sword energy radiated colorful light, and the chaotic cyclone was spreading to his side with the sword energy.

Hong Chen sneered: "You are not my opponent! Stardust, you are too weak!"

Before the words fell, her body suddenly came to Yang Chen's face, and the torrent of sword intent in her hand pierced Yang Chen's heart with her palm.

"what!"

Mu Lingyun and Ling Yuyao exclaimed in unison.

Yang Chen's body seemed to be nailed to the wall of time and space in an instant. As time stood still, he lost all his power and could only let the torrent of sword intent flood into his body.

Empress Hongchen looked back at Ling Yuyao and smiled faintly: "You too, too weak! Although you are by my side trying to imitate me, your heart is with him!"

There was a drop of tears in Ling Yuyao's eyes, she silently looked at Empress Hongchen, and suddenly said leisurely: "Why don't you?"