Reverend Insanity

Dragon Cave, Central America

“I wait to see the fairies in heaven.” Two magicians, bow down to the ground together.

They're old and young.

Grandson and grandson.

They are all magic fairies of Fengyun Province.

The young magic fairy is the wind Zen, while the old man is the sad wind old man, converted to eight. Among the top ten ancient Chinese factions, it is also famous, if not accidental, it has become a member of the Heavenly Heaven at this moment.

You know, it's not easy to be a member of Heaven, and it's even more unusual.

Conversion to eight is far from sufficient and must be the elite of the strong in eight. This standard has been reduced since the inception of Heaven. The heavenly side has never wavered, rather than wandered!

But now a sad old man, nearly five bodies fell on his knees to pay his respects.

He deserves respect for an old man who is extremely weak and trembling as if a gust of wind could blow down.

But this old man, unusual and very big, has a rich ink in the history of heaven.

He's the Dragon Lord!

“Get up and take me to the cave.” The dragon lord is a faint tunnel.

“Yes." Sad old man's orders.

A moment later, the Dragon Lord came to the deepest part of the Tibetan Dragon Cave.

This is a huge, deep, hidden trench, which is nothing compared to the trench controlled by the North Plains' deadlock.

Hundreds of thousands of city pools are easy to fit in, more than enough.

Compared to the old man and the trenches of the sad wind, the dragon lord is nothing but dust.

From their point of view, there is a deep darkness all over the trench, so deep that no one can see the truth inside.

Boom boom...!

Suddenly, the entire trench was hit by a severe earthquake.

On both walls of the trench, countless pieces of rock splashed.

The loud sound waves during the earthquake were deafening, making people afraid to fight at the heart.

The grieving old man's face changed dramatically and hastily prompted the fairy trick in the fairy trick. Suddenly colorful, countless glorious sumptuous and flowing waters, splendid and interwoven.

Turns out there's a huge super trick array here!

Compared to this trickster, the Nanjiang tricksters covered in dreams can only be considered kittens at the feet of elephants.

The old man in the sad wind presided over the maneuver, quickly changed his face, and his forehead was full of cold sweat.

“What a big move this time!” He's a bit tough at the moment.

The apparent repression of a horrific life in the ultra-powerful array and the instigation of sorrowful seniors can only be dealt with reluctantly.

“Oh, it looks like after all these years, you're still so vibrant. Tibetan.” At this time, the dragon lord spoke faintly.

“Ho!!!” The next moment, the sound of a dragon roaring through the sky shook the entire trench.

Xia Guangdong in the super magic sprinkled with running water.

The grieving old man's forehead dripped cold sweat and his heart said: “It's still super isolated, it's still so loud. If you were to face this dragon, it would be..."

But Lord Long didn't think of it. He said softly: “I don't think my temper has changed much, but it's still so grumpy. ”

“Dead old man!!!” This time, there was a voice coming from the magic line.

The sound is equally deafening.

And the next moment, an enormous faucet, coming out of the glowing water.

It's the dragon - the emperor!

This too ancient beast, originally immense, is a legend formed by the combination of myriad feelings of hatred, anger, curse and so on in the Central American region.

It is naturally nourished, because most of the combination is human negative emotion, which has led it to possess no less wisdom than human beings since its formation.

At first, it could only make a dragon roar, but after learning, it used hope tricks to learn the humanities, and even for a while, became a human being, stealing fairy skills.

Once upon a time, it made a scene in Central America, causing people to shut up and turn upside down.

But eventually, it was suppressed by the Dragon Duke.

This repression is for countless years.

But the heavens couldn't kill it either.

It is the result of its formation, mostly of human passivity. As long as the people prosper, the Dragon will be mighty for a day. Even if you kill this body as much as you can, there's no trace of ash left.

Soon, however, it will form in other veins, continuing to stir the heavens and the earth.

That's why the heavenly court set up the super magic array to suppress this dragon.

Caretaker rotation. This time Wind Zen sold fairies for personal gain and was punished to serve as a guardian in the Dragon Cave. His grandfather, knowing that he was incapable, voluntarily gave up his chance to ascend to heaven and came here to watch over the dragon.

After Sin Long saw Lord Long, the paradox became extremely angry.

It is the enemy who sees each other.

“Whatever you yell, yell louder, you can't break out of this prison.” Lord Long's face is still pale.

When Tibetan heard this, he stopped yelling and suddenly laughed: “Hahaha, I almost forgot. Dead old man, you're really dying. Your time limit is up and you have one last chance to renew your life. Even a magic trick doesn't work. Ha ha, that's funny. You repressed me, but so what? I'm still alive. You're not gonna live long. ”

Lord Long nodded softly: "You're right. Sometimes I envy a life like yours, where you are born to live longer and live longer. This is the last time I've seen you, I'm afraid. Let me lend you another 10 years. ”

The voice just went down, and Dragon took a gentle breath.

The sad old man next to him was surprised to find that, as one of the caretakers, he instantly lost control of the entire garrison.

Tibetan students are repressed by Lord Long, and this super magical array is also arranged by Lord Long himself.

Lord Long is the true master of this super magic formation!

“Ow!” The Tibetans made a fierce howl.

Lord Long is still breathing.

The old man with the sad wind couldn't see what the dragon princess was smoking.

It appears that there is an essence of life that is not visible to the naked eye, which is harshly extracted from the body of Tibetan Life and then inhaled by the Dragon Duke as much as possible.

“It turns out that this super magic array is not simply a repression of the emperor's life, but it is equally useful.” The grieving old man came to his senses.

During continuous suction, Dragon Lord's flesh was dry and lean, but at this moment it expanded like a balloon. The original yellowish face quickly dissipates and turns into a healthy bright color. There are also pale hairpins, which become glowing.

He was carrying his back, a fragile bone, and he heard a clattering noise, pulling his head back up again.

Most notably, a pair of coral dragon horns on his forehead, originally sluggish and like two goosebumps, now exhibit purple gold texture and thrust straight into the sky.

Boom.

The scent of the Eight Spins peak, like an invisible air wall, crushed around.

The old man in the sad wind could not help but step back and look back at the dragon lord to regain his wonderful back. His eyes flashed with horror.

In stark contrast to Lord Dragon, the Dragon Emperor lives in hiding.

It makes a dull sound, buzzing out: "Dead old man, you're only 10 years old. Let's just pretend that Ben Long took a shit for you, hahahaha...”

It's still laughing, just very weak laughter.

Lord Long shook his hands, and his face was full of thought: "Sin Long, you may not understand, how can my cousin Long be afraid to die? I woke up this time to make up for my sins. And this ten-year lifespan is enough. ”

“Enough for what? What do you want?” The dragon asked.

“What else could it be? The Great Age is coming.” Lord Long's words have deep meaning.

“Big time? Big time! Are you saying that the geological veins meet, the boundary walls disappear, the five domains are united... Wait, old man, don't go, you make it clear to me!” The emperor shouted.

But Lord Long has a slight smile. Where does he take into account the cry of a prisoner? He was reborn and left the Dragon Cave without any remorse.

Nanjiang.

An anonymous place.

The river drifts.

There's a tributary of light in here!

Shadowless people have been waiting by the river for a long time.

A shadow appeared in the light and yin tributaries.

“Come on, let's do it together and welcome the grownups out!” The shadow was invisible and shouted.

He was beside him by the black roof, the white ice, and simultaneously started the plot.

Under the influence of the force, Shinjun Zishan escaped from the tributary stream of light and yin. He was like a drowning dying man. He finally climbed to the shore, breathed heavily, was covered in water damage and was overwhelmed with wolves.

“This Shinjun of Zishan actually entered the River of Light Yin and returned safely!” There is no expression on the white frozen ice, but it is very vibrating in my heart.

“My lord, have you been successful on this trip?” After seeing Shinjun Zishan calm down, Shadow hastily asked.

Shinjun Zishan nodded: “I entered the Red Lotus. I have already communicated with that will, and it has yielded much more than I had previously imagined! ”

“Really?” The shadows are full of surprises.

But Shinjun Zishan's face is heavy: “I look to the future of the past through the Red Lotus fax. Before Fangyuan was reborn, our film sect had been completed, delayed the great era for 500 years, wiped out the immortality of the great dream that had not yet grown, and even manipulated the heavenly temple completely infiltrated! Unfortunately, Fang Yuan's rebirth changed everything. If Movie Sect is powerless, the Great Age is coming! ”

A shadowy look vibrates naturally.

White condensed ice and black floorlands look at each other and are a little dull.

The former coldly asked: "What is the great age? ”

The shadow took a deep breath and replied: “The earth's veins meet, the boundary walls disappear, the five domains unite, and the great dreams flourish. This is the Big Age! ”

White condensed ice and black floorlands are also stunned.

At the same time.

Fang Yuan entered Nanjiang with the image of the Wujia Sea, and the Wujia main battalion has looked again.

“Finally back. ”

“This time back, be sure to absorb the dream and do your best to improve the genre. ”

“Time is running out. ”

“Five hundred years from now, I'm afraid I'll be an Ecumenical Archbishop. That's some anticipation. ”