After the global recovery I crossed

The last time there was a dragon transforming into a dragon was 400 years ago. At that time, there were thunders in the sky, and each layer of electric light fell, and there were white dragons with long horns and toes, and finally turned into a real dragon.

At that time, there was a canonization by the king of Chu, some Taoists prayed, and some people knelt down to pray.

But now, a series of thunderbolts fell continuously from the sky, and the lightning was endless, like long dragons hanging down their dragon tails, easily splitting the sky.

The little monkey king could hardly open his eyes, and vaguely saw the slightly moving lips of Mr. Peacock.

31, 32, 33... 47.

He was counting the number of thunder disasters.

They moved their gazes to the figure under the layer of thunder.

The black flood dragon shuttled in the thunder light, the scales were knocked off by the lightning and quickly regenerated, and the rain that fell was slightly red.Reflected on the human form, it is the cracking and healing of the skin, thin blood flowing from the forehead, flowing through the straight bridge of the nose, and flowing through the corners of the mouth that is alienated.

Then the blood split into two streams and flowed from the fingertips.Under his feet, a small pool of blood had formed that even the rain could not disperse.

None of the people and demons present spoke, as if the whole world was silent, even the sound of wind, rain, and thunder was captured by a pair of blood-red eyes.

Chen Jueying stabilized her arm and penetrated the back of the paper. Suddenly, all the literati holding the white paper knelt down, and the white paper fell on their backs.They carried a painted dragon on their backs.So Chen Jueying changed from standing on a high place and drawing with a brush to bending down and bowing her head.The rain dripping from the tip of her hair penetrated to the bottom of her heart, and she felt a little cold. She straightened up slowly, but her legs touched the ground.It seemed that some heavy burden was carried by the person she was kneeling on.

Wang Yun and Zhang Jiren each held a gun and the other held a halberd. They looked at each other silently, and then lowered their heads, like two sculptures with a force.

The five stars gathered together and did not act rashly.

On the north side, Lin Junrui let go of Concubine Li's hand, and the emperor's knee bent and hit the ground heavily, splashing dirty muddy water.

Shi Lian was startled, staring at the emperor's bent legs, and when she came back to her senses, she glanced around and found that only she and Concubine Li were not kneeling.She wanted to explain that it was Hualong, the little dragon king of our demon clan, why are you joining in the fun, but her lips touched up and down, and they stuck together.

She looked up to see the forked horns of the black flood dragon, which looked like lightning.So she felt that the lightning struck her body, and after a while, she fell to the ground.

Concubine Li caressed her belly, which gradually grew bigger, which happened to be the appearance of a pregnant human woman.She stood and put her stomach close to Lin Junrui's ear.

It sounded like a baby crying.

No, it wasn't crying, it was thunder.

Lin Junrui moved his lips, and said sternly: Kneel down!

There was no sound, but he and Li Fei's child seemed to hear it. Li Fei's legs were pressed down by the sudden drooping weight.

Thunder and lightning covered the entire Great Chu.

The Dragon of National Destiny is lying on top of the imperial tomb, where there is an empty tomb.

The Dragon King of Luojiang was also lying on the bank, and the silver-white dragon body exposed to the water was dyed red in the rain, like a red plum in the snow.

The wind and rain send spring back, and the snow welcomes spring... When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs in the bushes.This is a person's words of enlightenment.

Once there was flying snow, sending people off.There is wind and rain, welcome it back.

The Dragon King turned into a human form, blood flowed all over his body, and a black dragon emerged out of his clear eyes.

That is an evil dragon that is not tolerated by heaven and earth.

There is no century-old accumulation, only the terrifying promotion that comes from swallowing.One dragon, one lion, one elephant, and the dragon spirit of the human race, that is his sin.

Without the protection of the power of merit, there is only thick blood.Burning scarlet blood Yin.

The Dragon King pursed his lips, with some rain and blood on his lips, he stretched out his fingers, tracing the traces left by others on the shore.

[And set foot on the road to Jackie Chan! ] The old turtle recalled like this.

In Luoxing Lake behind them, lotus flowers connected their petals together, their roots dangling.They wanted to fish something out of the lake, just like they wanted to rescue a black carp from the shore.One end is on the bottom of the water, and the other end is on the shore.

When the Dragon King outlined the tail, Chen Jueying had just finished drawing a tail.

And under the demon sea, the whole world was plunged into darkness.

Then there was a red light all over the sky.

It was an evil dragon with a pitch-black body entrenched in the air.

It was an evil dragon with blood-red eyes like red suns.

The dragon's roar resounded through the heavens and the earth.

The peacock king's feathers were all put away, and the whistling sound seemed to penetrate his whole body, causing him to lie on the ground weakly and wet.

The Monkey King sat cross-legged on the ground, and the golden sticks on his legs rolled down with the wind, all the way to the knees of the warriors on the ground, and stopped.

Of the three remaining great demon kings, one showed submission, and the other silently admitted.

But the Dragon King had no choice but to let him go.

The last big demon king—Peng Wang stretched out a pair of huge claws from the sky.

The tip of the claw went through a man, a very old man.

The old man slid down.

Bang.

The evil dragon raised its head, the forked horns caught the old man's robe, and the old man fell on the dragon's head.

The old man stretched out his branch-like hand, held the dragon's horn, and said to the black dragon in a low voice: "Ah, junior brother, is this how you came into this world?"

The old man seemed to remember something.It is said that on a snowy day, there was a gap in the sky, and a strange black dragon threw a person out.

Black dragon, people, stars, wind and snow, Taoist temple, children, dragon king, crow.

Black Dragon, People, Stars, Blood Rain, Demon Sea, Descendants, Dragon King, Demon King.

He held the horn of the black dragon quietly, the blood-red light in his eyes filled with tyranny and madness in a flash.

The old man said: "Actually, I was young too. When I first became an earth fairy, many little girls looked at me and blushed."

"It was probably in the 40th year of Kaiyuan. I counted and calculated that there will be changes in Dachu 260 years later. So 100 years ago, I thought you should come back, so I called you with the emperor. I can't call you I don’t know me, and I can’t be more handsome than you, after thinking about it, it’s better to be older.”

Chattering, talking a lot at inappropriate times.

Just like a will.

He obviously spent his life because of the call, from the first ten years of watching luck, to the unknown number of years 100 years ago, and now the unknown number of years.

"If there is an old family, if there is a treasure - often go home and have a look?"

"Hmph, it's better to kill the guy named Ling Xingtao in the first place." There was a killing intent in his eyes.

After a while, he was still hanging on the dragon's horn, and a layer of rosy luster appeared on his ashen face.

How should I put it, it's a bit like a flashback.

But Lin Xingtao is definitely willing that this is the spring of a dead tree.

Bu Guozi's aging face changed.When I first met Lin Xingtao, he was a thin, skinny old man, but when he was young, he was also the head disciple of the Zhengqing Sect.A generation of pride can also be counted.

When he was young, he was also very thin, thin, unrestrained and unrestrained, with a smile in his eyes, but he was really handsome, wearing a jade crown on his head, with a dignified look.

He also has the bearing of the Zhengqing family. I don't know what he was thinking when he looked at the young Lin Xingtao.

[He looks at Lin Xingtao standing in front of the window, with his bamboo crown tied up and his Taoist uniform in blue, and he sighs that he has the lofty demeanor of the Zhengqing sect. ]

He said: "Let me do the prayers and help the younger brother!"

[As a senior brother, I will definitely help you! ]

He stood up, leaning on the dragon horn, trying to straighten his back.

But he smiled a little embarrassedly: "Hey, I haven't read any classics, so let me just listen to it, Junior Brother."

"Qianxun Haidian, Wanxun True Dragon, it's hard to call out a sleeping dragon. The white sandalwood is burned and offered, and it's strange to raise your hand. The blue sky is not clear. This is not the Dragon King Temple, so what's next?"

"Worship the gods and heaven, and make the wild creatures happy. The sun is in the sky..."

After only a few words, his voice became smaller and smaller.

But the meaning has been conveyed.

Nielong is already a dragon, so this prayer is not a word to congratulate Jackie Chan.This is a congratulatory word for proclaiming emperor.

Bu Guozi wanted Lin Xingtao to become emperor again. [ASAP!Become the master of the demon clan as soon as possible!There will be a war between humans and demons!Only the position of the demon emperor can achieve the result you want! ]

Nielong flew to the ground, gently placed Bu Guozi, a young man with a smile on his face, on the ground, and said five words: "Stay a little longer."

Bu Guozi's whole body trembled, she actually felt the majesty from the mouth of an evil dragon, not a real dragon.

He didn't know how to refuse, he said: "Okay, it's up to you."

That is a wicked dragon.

——That is also the Demon Emperor.

On the ground, an indescribable aura spread, and after the human race, all the monster races knelt down.

The evil dragon rushed into the demon sea.

Like tens of thousands of dragon tails, like tens of thousands of double dragon horns, piercing out from the sky, passing over the heads of kneeling people and demons, not much more than one point, not much less than one point.

Only one young man stood upright in the thunder disaster.

... 79, eighty, 81.

A total of 81 Thunder Lanes appeared on his clothes.In fact, the cuts were far more than that, but he felt that it was enough, and that was enough.

He glanced to the side lightly, and countless monster races appeared.

Winged, scaly, shelled.Those that fly in the air, those that swim in the water, and those that run on the ground.

They surrounded him and followed him into the demon sea.

On the sea of ​​monsters, there is only a red-haired and red-eyed man who stepped on the roc, and there are no other monsters around the man.At his feet, apart from the bright red feathers, he could not see the bones of other demon kings.

His eyes were also blood red.

It was as blood red as Lin Xingtao's.

King Peng spat out a bone and looked at Lin Xingtao with a strange expression for a long time.

King Peng said: "You kill the demon king on the ground, uncle, I will kill the demon king in the sky."

"Good nephew, you can become the demon emperor before I do."

"Is everything on the ground settled?"

After a while, King Peng beckoned, Mo Ce smiled and said: "Zhao Lue, I will show you the secret treasure of our monster clan."

[It's okay, there are secret treasures of our demon clan in the demon sea, and the immortals have some scruples after all. ]

A woman floated to his side.

The woman is charmingly smiling, dressed in gorgeous clothes, with rings and jingle bells on her wrists, like playing fairy music.

When she saw Lin Xingtao, her eyes lit up, almost showing a familiar look of Lin Xingtao.She stretched out her hand towards Lin Xingtao, her fingers showing a gesture of pity and longing for pity.

From her fingertips, a little black dragon with blood-red eyes flew out.

That is the dragon of luck formed by Wenquxing's power of learning from history.

"Zhao Lue, do you recognize her? This is the empress of the human race, who helped our monster race and monster sea expand into this appearance."

In the year the empress died, the sky began to be filled with a sea of ​​demons.

"Do you feel that?" King Peng paused, "The ones around you, and the ones around me—"

"Inverted?"

The author has something to say: proclaiming emperor is like forgiving, if there is a first time, there will be a second time.

The same goes for womenswear.