Thunder Martial

The elders came and saw more than a dozen dragon bodies placed on the ground.

From above the wound, it was almost all a blow to death.

Just heard the Dragon Tomb say that the elders in their hearts have some knowledge of the power of purple, at this moment is also full of color change, obviously purple is stronger than they expected.

But look at the bloody dragon flesh next to them, even if their hearts clearly know that purple walkers are vital to the tribe, their faces are still hard to see at this moment.

Move the dragon corpse, this is disrespect to the Dragon God.

And eating dragon meat is a desecration to the Dragon God.

Dragon tombs are much calmer than the ugly faces of eight elders.

After more than a thousand years of practice, he has seen a lot of great things.

Almost all the invaders he had met had no faith. They don't believe in others, they don't rely on gods, they believe in themselves, they believe in strength. Don't talk about eating dragon meat, even if the gods are ahead, maybe they dare to devour it.

After a brief silence, an elder trembled forward, pointing to the dragon corpses and saying: "This is a blasphemy to the Dragon God. It is disrespectful and to be condemned! ”

The barbarian stone next to him doesn't care: “Old man, don't you just eat a few dragon meat, isn't it that serious? ”

The old man grieved and added: "The Dragon God is supreme and inviolable! ”

Wu evil pointed to the body of the dragon and said: "But these are only dragons, not dragon gods. ”

The old man stubbornly said: "But they are dragon gods, sort of dragon gods' bodies. ”

Wu Evil listened and whispered: “If it is the dragon god, you can be worry-free, because these dragon gods will protect you and will not cause you any harm. ”

The old man was told, but he couldn't even say a word. He pointed at Wu Evil with his trembling finger. "You… you speak plausibly, I will not ignore you. Zijuan, what do you say about this? ”

The old man was smart enough to know how to find Purple Buddha instead of messing with Wu Evil.

Purple smiled and said: "Don't get excited, the blasphemy of Dragon God is naturally bad, nature is to be condemned. But I see someone in our clan must have used a dragonbone weapon, right? ”

This was last noticed by Purple Pearl that all the weapons of the entire clan were made from dragon bones.

“This is what the Dragon God gave us to guard our homes after we prayed. But we only use corrupt dragonbones, never desecrate the soul and body! ”

"Old man, this is your rule. We don't believe in dragon gods, we believe in ourselves. Oh, by the way, you may not know that this dragon meat contains a great deal of refinement and is of great use for practice. Long-term use not only strengthens the body, but also strengthens the environment for thousands of miles a day. ”

Looking at the increasingly ugly faces of several elders, Purple said: “And, over time, the attack on the dragon has a certain immune effect. ”

The elders who thought that Zijuan was a strong word to reason with, heard the speech slightly changed the colour of the gods, the Uncle Wang said: “Zijuan, is this true? ”

“Of course." Nodded purple with a smile.

Several elders looked at the tomb guard and nodded as well.

In fact, this is a simple theory. Much more like killing, it naturally adds a fiendish energy to the body, which can act as a deterrent.

The same is true for dragon killers. Much more kills, and the fierce smell can deter dragons.

The same is true of dragon meat.

Eight elders left in a hurry and seemed to have a lot to worry about. The tomb guard nodded towards the purple and left with eight elders.

As for the barbarian stones and others, it is to continue decomposing the dragon corpse.

Knowing what a group of people brought back by the Patriarch is doing, the rest of the tribe is also far away, never dare to go forward.

Purple Buddha is not wrong. There is a huge amount of refinement in the dragon meat. It has a great auxiliary effect on cultivation. These are resources and can definitely not be wasted. Therefore, Purple Buddha persists in challenging the Mausoleum tradition.

As for the so-called blasphemy, even dragon souls are extinguished, let alone regional dragon flesh.

Barbaric stones quickly opened fire and fleshy aromas spread throughout the tribe.

Battle power has reached its original peak, and the effect of devouring the Divine Seal is greatly diminished. Next, people need to grow slowly if they want to improve their battle power and realm.

And dragon meat with great energy is undoubtedly a real good thing for everyone.

No one came any further along the way. Purple and others ate the great pleasure, and then began refining the essence of dragon meat, with little harvest.

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“No, this is no good. This is blasphemy against Dragon God.” In the Hall of Proceedings, an old man was excited.

Apparently, the eight elders and the elders came back to guard the tomb to discuss eating dragon meat.

“But there is not a single hard-worker in our tribe, and there are only a dozen or so who can fight the dragons. Our tribe needs to grow and the strong need to sit in town, and I think purple advice works.” It was him who brought this up, "Wombo said.

“No, this is blasphemy against Dragon God.” Another elder talk, or that phrase, is stubborn.

As for the others, they were silent and obviously conflicted and uncertain.

“I think it's possible.” The tomb guardian suddenly spoke.

The eyes of eight people fell on the tomb guard, and several people were surprised and confused.

“They're Western dragons, not real dragon gods, but at best they're the ones who stole a little dragon's soul. They are another creature, and although they are also dragons, they are very different from dragon gods. We respect dragon gods, but not western dragons. Speaking of which, they are still opposite us, and we can only keep the dragon's grave stable by killing it. ”

“To find out exactly what happened to the Dragon Tomb, we need to get inside the Dragon Tomb and explore it. In the meantime, we need a lot of strong people. Purple, they are powerful, but ultimately weak. So I suggest that we all start refining dragon crystals from today and quickly improve our strength. At that time, the strong gathered to enter the Dragon's Tomb to find out.” The tomb guard said.

“But…” there are still elders hesitating.

“Nothing, but this time I came back to see a small world of ruin, like us, the Mausoleum clan, but they were ruined. If we want to preserve our world, we have to abandon some old ideas. What kind of dragon god is that? They are enemies. What good is it if we use the resources of our enemies in times of crisis?” Tomb guard loud.

It was something he had in mind before he came back, and he just happened to have a head up.

“This is my order! ”

The tomb guardian used the patriarchal identity, and the crowd was silent again, with no promises or objections.

At this moment, Purple suddenly arrived in the lobby.

The elders had not yet reacted from the tomb guard speech, and they were stunned by the fact that Zijuan had made yet another request.

“Remove the Quinquin Bell?” They looked at the purple.

“Nice, get rid of the golden bell.” Purple nodded.

It slows down the flow rate of the entire world, and the external time is one to a hundred.

In other words, here's a year, a hundred years from the outside.

Graveguards have been practicing outside for over a thousand years, and in this world only 10 years have passed.

“Why?” asked Wamble, looking at the purple dictated by his heart.

“Time flow rate is too slow.” If you want to enter the tomb of a dragon, you first have to kill most dragons, or greatly improve our strength, "said Purple. But either way, it takes a very long time. Maybe decades, maybe hundreds of years, but if we continue at this rate of time, thousands or even tens of thousands of years will have passed outside. It's been so long that you don't even know what's going to happen. And I don't have tens of thousands of years to waste. ”

Indeed, the Martial Continent is full of danger, counting the time. His friends from the Martial Continent should have come a long time ago. If Zijuan stays here for 10,000 years, then how do you find those friends when you get out?

If a friend is in danger, how can he help?

"Remove the Qian Kun bell, the centenary is still a hundred years, and I can still use this time. ”

All the elders looked at each other with uncertainty, and today it hit them too hard.

First the patriarch breaks the tradition, now the purple clock is to be removed.

The silent tomb guard suddenly said, "Do you want to just withdraw the Qian Kun bell? You may not know that the Qian Kun bell can slow down the flow rate of time, so it can also accelerate naturally. He can slow it down a hundred times, or he can speed it up a hundred times. ”

There was an accident in Purple's eyes, but he shook his head and said, “No. ”

If you can speed up the flow rate a hundred times, it's only been a year since the outside world. This is naturally excellent, but purple to know that changing the time flow rate will inevitably have to pay a great price.

The price may not need to be borne by Zijuan, but Zijuan is also reluctant to pay by the Mausoleum clan.

The last time we activated the Qian Kun Zhong, many elders fell and even people meteorized. If we change the time flow rate again, how much will it cost?

“There's no problem with this, just wait for my message.” Gravekeeper, as patriarch, nods his head and promises.

The elders were silent, and although the tomb guards started out for the tribe, they could feel that the tomb guards had changed.

Perhaps... the tomb guardian grew up.

And their minds, they can't keep up with the tomb guard anymore.

Early the next morning, Purple felt a mysterious fluctuation of energy pouring through the entire clan.

Out of the room, Purple saw Dongqing and others, and apparently they felt this fluctuation.

“What's going on? Is this the power of time?” Everyone is confused, and this fluctuation is so strong that it has affected the flow rate of time.

And the fluctuations have spread, and time has changed.

If someone were to go over the sky at this moment, overshadowed by that fluctuation of energy, it might instantly span ancient years and become a pile of dead bones.

“Could it be…”

Purple remembered a thing and instantly swept towards the center of the tribe.

Others follow closely.

Without waiting to reach the center, the purple senses a strong sense of sadness emanating from it.