The Return of the Martial Ancestor

Chapter 404 The Dragon of Imagination

"The blood essence of the Dark Sacred Tiger..."

Among the people in the middle lane, the gray-clothed old man at the head rolled his eyes, and said with a strange smile: "My Heavenly Devil Tiger Clan thinks it should be left to Yanshuai."

"Feiyu, what are you Tianmo Tiger Clan doing? Although Lin Yan is the blood of the Tianmo Tiger Clan, he has nothing to do with your Tianmo Tiger Clan. effective."

Luo Lie, the leader of the Dark Abyss Tiger Clan, was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and then became furious, staring at the traitor among them.

"Feiyu, are you a fool?"

The Great Elder of the Thunder-Shaking Tiger Clan also said with a strange expression on his face.

"Hey, it doesn't matter? Who said it doesn't matter? Yan Shuai has officially taken over as the young patriarch of our clan a month ago."

The gray-clothed old man smiled fiercely, and led the three elders from the Tianmohu tribe to Xiaoyan, and bowed respectfully, "I've seen the young patriarch!"

"Well, after refining the dark holy tiger's blood essence, I will go back to the clan."

There was no wave on Xiaoyan's dark face, he just nodded lightly.

"Yes, young patriarch!"

The four members of the Tianmohu Clan were overjoyed when they heard the words, and then stood respectfully behind Xiaoyan, with their hands down.

"Young patriarch? Some time ago, the Tianmo Tiger Clan just produced a new generation of young patriarch, could it be..."

Luo Lie and the Great Elder of the Tiger Clan looked at each other, and their hearts sank. How could they not know the tradition of the Tiger Clan not focusing on their origins but only on their bloodlines?

"Aren't you going to besiege my Four Elephant Palace? How to besiege? How about you surround one on the spot and show Master Diao?"

Xiao Diao hugged her shoulders, a strong sense of sarcasm appeared on her handsome face.

Twelve vs. three changed to eight vs. seven, but in an instant, offense and defense changed.

"So what if the Heavenly Demon Tiger Clan is on your side? Eight against seven, we still have a chance of winning. No matter what, you will not be able to take away the blood essence of the Dark Sacred Tiger today."

The two tribes exchanged glances secretly, and then slowly surrounded them from both sides: "Hand over your blood, or don't blame us for being rude."

"Sure enough, they are a bunch of lifeless waste~"

Lin Dong sighed, stepped straight up into the air, and greeted him with a single sword.

Xiao Diao and others who knew Lin Dong's strength immediately retreated violently.

"Shuai Lin, you look down on me waiting too much, don't you? A pair of eight? Even the great elders of the four major clans, the top runners who are only one step away from the reincarnation realm, dare not trust me like this big."

When Luo Lie saw this, he laughed back angrily, his face full of sarcasm.

"That's because I'm so strong, so strong that I'm afraid of myself."

Lin Dong's eyes moved slightly, his palms were slammed down, and the space was rippling rapidly. In the eyes of Luo Lie's eight people who were extremely frightened, a silver-white giant dragon with no end in sight was winding in the void behind it in a posture that covered the sky and blocked the sun. Entrenched, stretched out.

That kind of extremely terrifying breath is enough to instantly move the face of a strong person in the reincarnation realm.

"Big... big talisman sect?!"

Looking at the gigantic monster that covered the sky and almost filled the entire canyon high above the sky, an almost dreamlike murmur came out from the mouths of the eight people.

"Yes, as a reward..."

Lin Dong smiled slightly and raised his arms: "Dragon of Imagination, destroy them!"

"Roar!!!"

The next moment, amidst the deafening roar, the tens of thousands of feet long silver-white dragon nimbly swung its tail, blasted the air, tore apart the void, and swooped madly towards the eight people on the ground in an outrageous gesture. And down.

"Hurry up, let's shoot together! Let's shoot together!!"

The pale-faced Luo Lie and the eight people burst into madness as if they had just woken up from a dream. The surging energy of the eight wheel-turning powerhouses gathered and blended like a tide, and quickly compressed above their heads into a long, black-and-white two-color huge turntable.

As the turntable of life and death spins rapidly, it exudes a faint meaning of reincarnation, layer after layer crazily superimposed upwards.

"Roar!!!"

The mighty dragon chant resounded through the heavens and the earth, and a huge shadow that filled the entire canyon descended. The life-and-death roulette formed by the joint efforts of the eight great wheel-turning powerhouses shattered almost instantly, and then hit the ground fiercely.

At the bottom of the canyon, a huge gully with a diameter of tens of thousands of feet was forcibly created. Eight bloody figures lay softly on the bottom of the gully, with only their chests heaving slightly.

"Hehe, look down on you? Are you worthy?"

In the abnormally blurred vision of the eight people in Luo Lie, the slender figure standing in the air smiled leisurely, and then went straight to tear the void away from the dragon of fantasy.

......

In the deepest part of the ancient battlefield, the black mountain range crouched on the ground like a giant dragon.

A black palace stands quietly on the highest mountain, ancient and vicissitudes, as if it has existed here since ancient times.

On the top of the big hills around the main peak, there are already all the big powers and powerful people of the monster domain who came from all directions, and the atmosphere is extremely hot.

Many forces that can reach the core area have already known from various channels that this place is not born of any rare treasure at all, but the inheritance of the Lord of Devouring, which is in the Devouring Temple in front of them.

A thin figure covered in black robes, holding a long black knife, quietly guarded the entrance of the hall, motionless, like a sculpture.

Perhaps it was out of fear of the Lord of Devouring, one of the eight ancient masters with such a great reputation, no one dared to step forward for a while, and they all waited silently for something.

"The four hegemonic clans have already arrived, but only five of the eight royal clans have come, and none of the three major royal clans of the tiger clan have come. Are they doing something else?"

On a mountain top, Liu Qing, the leader of the Dragon Clan, looked around.

"Hahaha, Elder Liu Qing, the Dark Abyss Tiger Clan and Earth Shaking Thunder Tiger Clan may have retreated to this ancient battlefield and will not come again. As for the Heavenly Demon Tiger Clan, they have already arrived."

There was a clear and loud laughter, and seven or eight figures fell down together.

"Huh? Elder Lin Dong, why did you get together with the people from the Heavenly Demon Tiger Clan?" Liu Qing looked at the visitor and smiled.

"Hey, Yan Shuai is the young patriarch of our Tianmo Tiger Clan, so we will naturally follow the lead of the Sixiang Palace in this operation."

Elder Feiyu of the Tianmo Tiger Clan chuckled.

"Well, that's it. It seems that your two forces joined forces to eliminate the other two royal families of the Tiger Clan in advance."

Liu Qing nodded thoughtfully.

Lin Dong smiled noncommittally, but didn't say much.

"Little friend Lin Dong, have you seen the guard guarding the entrance of the main hall?

"You are in charge of the Devouring Ancestral Talisman. Do you know what its origin is? The major forces are very thieves. They know that the guards left by the Devouring Lord must be quite difficult, so they are all waiting for our four major clans to take the lead."

Elder Zhu Li led the men and horses of the Tian Yao Sable Clan and rushed over.

(End of this chapter)