The Legend of the Dragon King

A man in black who was sitting in a chair at the end of the day was full of rage. With his right hand swinging, Tang Mailin added a green halo to the floor. The tiny green gas instantly diffuses upwards.

Tang Mailin only felt that his whole body was stagnant, and his speed had clearly slowed down. Even what Qianfu had said had been somewhat weakened.

Standing in front of a man in black released two yellow, four purple and one black, seven soul rings, a pair of dark and inky axes appeared in his hand, like a cyclone rolled towards Tang Danlin.

There were also two men in black, one with a long red bow on his hand and an arrow shot at Tang Mailin at close range. On the other side, a man in black had an extra soul conductor in his hand. In the roar, he sprayed a scattered shotgun into Tang Danglin, covering him.

These spiritualists reacted fairly quickly, and after the Tang Dynasty Lin Jinlong Silent God seized his hand, each released his own warrior soul and directly launched an attack.

The red arrow shooting at Tang Dynasty Lin was hanged, but turned into a red fog. That pair of giant axe spinning spiritualists met Tang Mailin's chihu in the front. In a series of collisions. That seemingly heavy axe hit Tang Mailin's golden dragon gun was continually bounced off, and the golden dragon gun firmly and powerfully drove straight into the other party's chest.

Though they are all soul holy, how is it possible to have someone in the same rank as Dandelion Tang? The shooter, by his own words, relied on a great deal of power.

For the roar of the soul conductor, Tang Mailin's left hand shot, a blue silver emperor interweaved in front of him as a shield, blocking all attacks. At the same time, there was one more behind him, a huge tulip blossoming quietly.

Whether it's the red mist in the air or the green mist rising on the ground, it instantly vanishes like snow and ice when you encounter the breath emanating from this big pink flower.

Fragrant Pixie, all the poisonous stars. King of Immortal Grass!

“Aung -” a loud roar sounded from Tang Danglin's mouth, a giant gold dragon emerged in front of him, the remaining three spiritualists were all in one physical shock, the previously sitting spiritualist reacted the least, but the other two were obviously greatly affected.

Tang Dynasty Lin stepped out, the gold dragon gun in his hand swept out, a circle of light fox spread outwards, while Blue Silver Emperor followed into countless spears, and stabbed three people in front of him. Each blue silver royal surface reveals a fine scale that erupts with unparalleled momentum.

Bleeding skills, Blue King Golden Dragon Spike!

The surrounding two spiritualists were merely about six rings, instantly stabbed into a sieve, and the eyes were not alive. And the one on the front, waved his right hand, and an inky green fountain burst out of the ground, shaking all the Blue Emperor Dragon pricks.

Among these spiritualists present, honor him, the class 91 seal. Wu Soul, Poison Spring.

But somehow, in the face of this obviously weaker opponent than many of his own, he had the feeling of being robbed.

At this point, he suddenly felt that everything around him seemed to be slowing down. The opponent in front is a little unclear. I don't know why the poison fountain sprayed out of me was recycled. A little bit of gold, just at this moment, comes the electricity.

The pupil of the Poison Springs Sorcerer was instantly amplified. He could not believe what he was facing. All his own energy was suddenly stripped of the next moment by an invisible and immense force, instantly extinguished and disappeared from the long gun that pierced his chest.

Tang Mailin has long recovered his original form and is covered with golden scales. At this moment, he is as if he were nothing but an angel.

From rushing in to killing eight wicked spiritualists, the whole process is actually just a dozen seconds away. Eight spiritualists, including a sealed Doro, all crashed into his hands.

Since his spiritual cultivation broke through to the realm of spirituality, his atmosphere became stronger and stronger during the battle, which also seemed to have been influenced in part by his own Golden Dragon King bloodline during the latent silencing.

With his strength, it would not have been so easy to beat an opponent in the face of a sealed Douro, especially before both sides had had time to use the armor. After all, he hasn't reached the Eight Rings yet.

But at that moment, it seemed that the spirit had been greatly stimulated, and it seemed that the spiritual light had finally flashed on the road for the study of Baiyun Thousand Years. At that moment, his spiritual strength had become substance, distorting time to a certain extent, causing a slight pause in the judgment of the Du Luo Soul Master. And that's when the Golden Dragon pierces each other's body.

This is the spiritual sublimation of the spiritual realm, the spiritual realm!

Tang Mailin never thought that his spiritual field would inspire success at this time. In fact, he was only one step away. However, if he had a choice, he would never have inspired the spiritual sphere and would have preferred not to encounter the scene today.

Father, the breath has obviously become very faint. At this point, he didn't even dare to leave with his father.

After solving the enemy, Tang Mailin quickly pulled his father out of his back, while wiping off the disguise on his face, tears had come out.

“Dad, Dad, it's me. I'm Mai Lin!” He continuously injects his soul into his father's body, sustaining his life.

Tang Zilan opened his eyes somewhat reluctantly, his face had already faded in blood, and Tang Danglin could feel that his father's vitality was nearly gone. There is not even much blood flowing in the body.

The spiritualist who just pierced his father's body, the martial soul was a blood-sucking mantis, and the sharp mantis knife not only pierced Tang's heart, but also crazily sucked most of his blood from it. If Tang Dynasty Lin comes one more step later, Tang Zulan will be dead.

At this moment, he can only hold his breath with the infusion of the soul of Dandelion Tang.

Tang Ziran's hands held up somewhat powerlessly, pointing in one direction, with a somewhat comforting smile on his face.

He couldn't speak, but he was really happy, and he didn't expect to see his son before he died.

More than a decade later, that once little dancer grew up, growing up from a naive but resolute child. He's tall, he's handsome, he's smart. This is my son!

Tang's heart was filled with joy as he watched as he killed the bastards who kept him and his wife in fear. Despite his growing feelings of powerlessness, he is filled with happiness at this moment.

In his heart, he did not know how many times his belly had defamed him, tried to kill all the spiritualists, tried to destroy everything here. He couldn't do it, and right now, today, his son did it for him. What could be happier than that?

Tang Danglin looked in the direction of Tang Zilan's fingers. There was a metal wall, and his heart felt it. Tang Danglin hurried to hold his father, walked forward and waved his right hand. The sharp gold dragon claw tore the metal wall, and took his father to the next room.

“A shout followed, and in this room there were four women, all dressed in the same work clothes. And one of them, isn't it her own mother? ”

Seeing Tang Zilan in the arms of Tang Mai Lin, Lang shouted sadly and quickly jumped up. She didn't recognize her son, but she saw her husband, who was already in danger!

“Mom!” Tang Mailin cried out sadly.

She was old and had significantly more gray hair and more wrinkles on her face than she had at that time. Your eyes are atheistic and reddish.

Originally sad to come from her heart, she heard the call of Tang Danglin. She couldn't help but look at the youth in front of her.

More than a decade has changed so much that boys have become men, but the contours are rare, especially with those big, clear eyes.

The tears in Lang's eyes burst out in a flash, and then, a strong fear floated over his face, "Go, boy, go! Those animals will kill you. ”

“Let's go together. Go out to save Daddy.” Now the only lifesaving straw in his heart is on the Holy Spirit Douro. Only under this coronation will it be possible to pull his father back from the line of death.

Tang Mailin's eyes were magnified and a figure separated from him. Heran is precisely the six great fairy grasses headed by tulips.

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