Xuanhuan: I can see the script of life!

"Purple-gold bell!"

Many saints were moved. This is the sacred artifact of the Ziwei Holy Land, which possesses endless terrifying power.

But no matter what, they won't go today!
The allure of the true dragon's bloodline is really the most in the world. The real dragon's bloodline is not only the most terrifying bloodline in the world, but the most important thing is that it is related to the immortal road and the secret of longevity!
The saints present are all old monsters who have lived for at least thousands of years, and the longer they live, the greater their desire for longevity!

Now, there is an opportunity for longevity in front of them, how could they let it go? !

In fact, a person with the blood of a real dragon is full of treasures from heaven and earth all over her body. Her bones can be condensed into emperor soldiers, and her blood essence has the effect of longevity!

If someone can bathe in real dragon blood, the whole body will undergo earth-shaking changes. Such a huge change is what all the saints present want!
No one will miss this opportunity!

Meanwhile, below.

Qing Lan trembled all over, almost shrunk into Qin Yang's arms, she tremblingly said: "My lord, those people are so scary!"

Qin Yang gently stroked Qing Lan's hair, and comforted him: "It's okay, the saint ancestor, I can definitely solve it!"

"Um"

Listening to Qin Yang's comfort, Qing Lan's mood improved slightly, and she became more dependent on Qin Yang.

Suddenly, Qing Lan said in a low voice: "Young master, I feel like there are three drops of blood floating in my body. I don't know what's going on."

"Huh?" Qin Yang was also taken aback when he heard the words.

What are the three drops of blood floating in the body?
at this time.

A saint in the sky suddenly said: "Do it, he won't fight easily!"

"They are all saints, and they have their own dignity. But even if he resists now, he will still die in the end!" Another saint snorted coldly.

"Do it! Let him know first, the destiny cannot be violated!"

"The Lagerstroemia Holy Land is definitely not qualified to have the blood of a real dragon!"

In addition, many saints opened their mouths, and then their momentum fluctuated, and the terrifying aura bloomed!

Then, more than 20 saints showed their strength one after another, and they were about to do it!

The gathering of aura caused everyone in the Ziwei Holy Land to feel a sharp increase in pressure, even the Lord Ziwei, who is powerful in the Venerable Realm, also felt strenuous!
In the arena, apart from Saint Ziwei, Qin Yang and Qing Lan looked more relaxed.

Qinglan is of the blood of a real dragon, supreme and noble, and will not be oppressed by the aura of a saint.

As for Qin Yang, it was because of the extreme emperor soldier in his space bracelet!
When the saints combined their might, the Jidao Emperor Soldiers indistinctly released a wisp of aura, lingering around Qin Yang's body, making him ignore the saint's might directly.

Of course, the situation was extremely critical at this moment, and almost no one in the venue paid attention to Qin Yang.

"kill!"

A terrifying voice sounded, and at this moment, the world was silent, and everything was silent, as if the only word in the world existed, and a saint made a move!

The light suddenly appeared, as if there was the power to destroy the world, everyone's heart stopped beating, as if they were about to be oppressed to death!

Immediately afterwards, other sages also took action one after another, unambiguously!
They want to let the sage Ziwei know that forcibly keeping the blood of the real dragon is an act of courting death.

when!
At this time, the Zijin bell had come into the hands of the sage Ziwei. He waved it lightly and made a sound. The sound waves of the purple air swayed away, gradually dispelling the power exerted by more than 20 sages, and then counterattacked!

boom!
At that moment, the world was blind!

Saint Ziwei used the holy weapon of the town to send out a powerful blow. It is extremely difficult to block the attack of more than 20 saints!
However, because they are fighting in this field, and the opponent is only coming in clones, their strength is naturally far inferior!

But the combination of more than 20 saint clones is still terrifying and boundless. A random blow will put intense pressure on Ziwei saint.

After a simple confrontation, Saint Ziwei's body shook violently, and several bloody arrows sprayed out.This blow is a match, he is in a bad state!

And the more than 20 saints on the other side were having a hard time, and retreated backwards!

"Damn! Why is this old thing so strong?" A saint was beaten back, his face was dull, and he couldn't help roaring.

"The strength of this old thing is too strong, I'm afraid." A saint felt troubled and shocked.

It is very unreasonable that their joint attack just now did not let Saint Ziwei die directly!

Although they are clones, the clones have one-fifth of the strength of the main body!

So many people unite, but they can't take him down?

"No! Although this old bastard is about to die, but at his peak, he swept through the Saint Realm and is almost invincible! Don't hold back, use all killer moves, and quickly defeat him!"

Suddenly, the sage of ten thousand Buddhas roared, the sonic fight just now hurt him a little, it was really scary.

The reason why the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas and the Holy Land of Ziwei have not done anything for so many years is because the saint in the Holy Land of Ziwei is too terrifying!

"Everyone, don't hide your clumsiness, kill!"

A saint roared, the terrifying rules of heaven and earth were mobilized, and the world seemed to be distorted and plunged into darkness. The Ziwei Holy Land was trapped like a cage at this moment!
"Join together and launch Xeon Strike!"

Another saint also said.

"The ancestor is injured, who can save us?"

"The old ancestor is not in good condition, he can't resist these saints!"

"It's terrible! The majesty of a saint can destroy the world!"

"It's over, it's over! The Ziwei Holy Land will be destroyed in this accident, there are more than 20 saints, no one can resist!"

"Why... why don't you hand over the blood of the real dragon to keep my holy land safe?"

Below, many inner disciples made fearful voices.

The saint's majesty is suppressed, just like the end of the world.

at this time.

"When will the True Dragon Emperor Dynasty come?"

Feeling the warm and delicate body trembling in his arms, Qin Yang couldn't help thinking when he looked at the sky.

at this time.

When more than 20 saints were about to join forces to launch a lore blow and destroy the entire Ziwei Holy Land, a huge black hole suddenly burst open above the Ziwei Holy Land!

"This is?"

Seeing this scene, Qin Yang's mind suddenly fluttered. Are the people from the True Dragon Emperor Dynasty here? !

More than 20 saints, seeing the change, were surprised and looked there.

boom!
The next moment, the aura that swept across the world spread and swept the audience!

"Who?!"

The sage of the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas was extremely vigilant, staring at the person who came out of the black hole.

The person who came out of the black hole was an old man. This old man was wearing a golden dragon robe and had two beards that grew to his chest. However, the top of his head was hairless, but the strange thing was that the forehead of the old man was slightly raised.

In the old man's hand, he held a round mirror. There was darkness in the round mirror, which did not illuminate anything.

Qing Lan below, the moment she saw the old man, her mind was suddenly extremely excited, as if seeing her own relatives, that feeling was indescribable, anyway, it was extremely intimate!
"My son, my son! I feel that grandpa has something to do with me!" Qing Lan suddenly stopped trembling and turned to look at the sky.

At this time, the old man glanced at the audience, extremely indifferent: "I am a member of the True Dragon Emperor Dynasty, and I am here to bring back the descendants of the True Dragon!"

"Where are the descendants of the real dragon?!"

A stern voice, like thunder, formed a thunder circle and oscillated outward.