The Legend of the Dragon King

The feeling of the Lord of heaven and earth appeared again before, and this time Tang Mailin's feeling was clearer than before.

He could even feel two familiar figures climbing fast in the mountains in the direction of the Legion of the Blood Gods.

Is that them?

Isn't that Wild Wind Knife Magic Macintosh? The one in charge of the Dragon Knife.

And that man, isn't he his own brother, who practiced the innate secrets of the main project has succeeded Ah Ruheng?

Why are they here? They're here!

Yes, Ruheng and Smarkins are here. Of course they are all here to see Don Dandelin.

They climb mountains from different directions.

As they climbed, they felt the tremendous fluctuations of energy coming from the direction of the Legion of the Blood God. But their division chiefs used to tell them. The first time you go to the Legion of the Blood God, you must climb on your own and not fly, which is a respect for the Legion of the Blood God.

So they climbed up a little bit. When they feel that tremendous fluctuation of energy, even the whole mountain range trembling, they do everything they can. Ah Ruheng even encountered an avalanche.

And at this moment, when they see a green plant around them breaking through the snow and appearing around them, their hearts are already filled with unprecedented shock.

What kind of energy is this? Why is the mountain range that was originally covered in snow completely green at this time?

They climbed to the top of the mountain with all their strength, even without any taboos, releasing their armor and beginning to fly.

When they finally flew up to the mountain peak, far away, they saw that in that distance, the nine colors of halos were all converging in one direction, and large, large pieces of green halos were converging from the entire mountain range towards that point.

Strike your wings and fly to the spot where it happened.

Far away, they've seen it floating in a nine-colored mask, like a man on top of the sky.

The golden armor is so familiar to them. Isn't that who they came looking for?

What Ah Ruheng is looking at is Tang Dynasty Lin's huge and elevated body, while Sima Jinchi's hot eyes are staring at the gold dragon gun in Tang Dynasty Lin's right hand.

They clearly saw that Tang Mailin's right arm slowly rose, and the whole person was like a big, open bow, pointing the golden dragon gun at the depths.

The next moment, they landed almost simultaneously. The entire dome appears to have a terrible oppression.

Is the sky falling?

Ismakinchi's exasperation, his pride, also showed shock in his eyes.

They can't imagine that energy fluctuations like falling into the sky, coming from one person, and, again, him!

How is it possible, how can he be so powerful? It's like being defamatory!

They can't believe it. It's true that it came before them. And I can't believe that all of this is about to happen to me.

“The trapped beast fought, not on his own!” Low voices, not even the Great Array of Blood gods, spread throughout the mountains and even into the Fire Basin.

And they were horrified to see that the sky had become distorted, as if it were suddenly solidifying, and every cloud of white collapsed at this moment, revealing a clear, but somewhat distorted, blue sky.

They can barely breathe, as if it were just a moment, and they will be completely excluded and disintegrated by the world.

The surrounding green plants, large, large pieces turned into powder. Then it turns into a green halo and converges in that direction.

Fear! Tang Mailin feels the fear coming from the seeds of life.

This fear, it's like the kind of feeling that those people are experiencing in life.

The seed of life is in fear, in fear of being hurt by this unknown existence. What the hell is this? Why is it so powerful?

How is that possible? How is that possible?

Tang Mailin frowned tightly, but in his own heart, no fear appeared.

The path of the King just learned, haunted deep inside, dragon nucleus and soul nucleus, nothing but fierce beating.

If today is the end of me, then I will let my life spark, at this last moment, ignite the perfect flame.

“Boom -” Tang Dynasty Lin's body surrounded by fierce golden flames suddenly rose.

How dare he have any more reservations in the face of his opponents who fear even the seeds of life? Yes, he lit his own fire of life.

When he saw with his own eyes that Blood Nine had spared no effort to light the fire of life in order to guard the Great Array of Blood Gods, his inner blood had already boiled. To protect humans, to protect those they love! How can you sacrifice tens of thousands of lives for the tens of thousands of spirits here and for the entire human race?

The Golden Dragon Gun seemed to feel the flame of life burned by Tang Dynasty Lin. The blood of King Jinlong suddenly began to fluctuate violently in Tang Dynasty Lin.

He took a deep breath and did not hesitate to move the enormous amount of energy in his body to shake the seal of the 11th King of Golden Dragons.

I can't care much anymore, even the seeds of life are doing everything to mobilize all the energy, so what else can I care about?

The body burst out, but not surprisingly, when the eleventh floor seal of King Jinlong was broken, there was not as much atmospheric blood energy flowing as there had been in the past. This time, the gas and blood fluctuate like spilled water, instantly infiltrating the whole body.

Tang Mailin's face appeared scaly for the first time, his eyes instantly turned into vertical eyes. And the golden dragon gun in his hand made a sudden and unprecedented burst of excitement.

After the dragon sounded, it actually restored the distorted sky to normal. This means that at this moment, the energy mobilized by Tang Dynasty Lin temporarily withstood the breath of the Abyss Saint King.

“Huh!” said the Holy King softly.

And that's when, in the abyss, the seal blew up. One existed like a hand, drilled out of it.

It's a big white hand with seven fingers, no blood vessels on the arm, no scales, just so bright as a jade.

The moment it appeared, the pattern around the seal, the inches collapsed. The entire bloodshed swayed violently.

Tang Dynasty Lin drank a blast. In that instant, he infused all the energy in his body, from the surface of Douro, from the seeds of life, as well as his own blood breath, soul power, and all the borrowed energy, completely and unreservedly, into his Golden Dragon Gun.

The Golden Dragon Gun was like a living thing, suddenly turning into a hundred meters of Golden Dragon, and it went down and bombarded the big white hand.

Where the dragon guns passed, all the lines of light formed by the Great Array of Blood gods restored their glow and ignited the brightest glow. And at this moment, whether it be the generals of the Legion of the Blood Gods, the nine Blood Gods of the Blood Gods Camp, are releasing all their energy.

They all know that if this blow cannot be resisted, then it is the moment when the entire Legion of the Blood God is destroyed!

They dare not hesitate, they dare not hesitate, and only releasing wholeheartedly will have the potential to resist this horror.

Golden Dragon 9, Type 8, Lonely Throw!

At this critical juncture, Tang Dynasty Lin finally understood his own monotheistic skills. Yes. Lonely!

Chifu is referring to his ability to pass on to Tang, and the King's Path and Loneliness are his own.

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