Chapter 421 Relief Dragon

The relief black dragon on the huge pillar moved when Shen Mujin touched it, and the huge dragon head drooped.

In front of it, everyone in the hall seemed very small.

Shen Mujin and the people nearby looked up blankly.

The dragon head exhaled a breath, which was very intimidating.

The normal reaction of a normal person would definitely be to be stunned.

But the abnormal reaction is to touch it.

Shen Mujin widened his eyes, and after being stunned for two seconds, he jumped up excitedly and rushed over.

"Dragon, alive, dragon!!!"

The dragon bloodline from the Blue Continent people awakened, and asked the entire Blue Continent, who doesn't want to see a real dragon.

Now they not only saw it, but he, Shen Mujin, also touched it. Hahahaha...

This is the peak moment of him, Shen Mujin!

Others were also shocked. Even Shen Xiuran and Tang Si didn't care about being calm and reserved. They ran over one by one as if they saw some rare treasure, and they all shamelessly touched it.

Some touched the tip of the dragon's claws, and some touched the scales on the dragon's body. Shen Muye yelled and jumped up, and he and Shen Mujin hung on the dragon's horns on each side.

Shen Mujin yelled: "Brother, third brother, please take a picture for me, I've got the dragon's horns, I've got the dragon's horns!"

At this time, a certain big star had completely ignored his image and was holding the dragon's horns with his hands and feet.

Shen Yuzhu, who was quietly touching his tail: ... ...

I'm not happy, why are you calling him again.

But he still took out his mobile phone obediently and started taking pictures.

Those who study art have their own unique aesthetic sense when capturing images.

In short, Shen Mujin was right to ask Shen Yuzhu to take pictures. Every picture he took had the texture of a blockbuster movie and was full of atmosphere.

As excited as they were were the people who were watching the live broadcast.

[Ahhh, Mom, I've made it. I saw a dragon, a living, moving dragon.]

[I have no regrets in death. I even want to die now. I wonder if I can go to the underworld to check in and see a dragon.]

[It's so big that everyone who climbs on the dragon will look like a flea on the dragon.]

[It's worthy of being the sacred beast that Lanzhou has been passing down its faith to this day. It's so majestic. Those big winged lizards in the West, please don't try to touch the dragon, okay? This is the real dragon! 】

【I used to think those painted dragons were amazing, but now I realize that those paintings don't even capture one ten-thousandth of the magic that a real dragon should have! 】

Prince Yan: …………

Relief dragon: …………

No, these are just a bunch of things that have never seen the world!

The ghosts that come here can actually see the dragons, but they are more afraid than excited.

Whether it is the relief dragon on the pillar at the entrance of the temple or the ghost messenger Prince Yan, they all have a natural suppression for them. After coming here, they only have fear in their hearts and nothing else.

But living people are different. Although these threats also exist for living people, they are not that many, and these people are all brave.

The relief dragon had been guarding the gate for many years and this was the first time it encountered such a situation. It got angry.

It roared a dragon roar.

But the 'fleas' on its body were not afraid but became more excited.

"Damn, dragon roar, it's so beautiful. Can you roar again? I just forgot to record it."

"It's so fucking majestic. Can you roar again, good dragon? We are all descendants of dragons~"

The tone and actions of the people hanging on the relief dragon were all very obscene.

Shen Zhiyin: …………

At this moment, she felt the adjective called shameful.

And why was it them who did the shameful behavior, but she was the one who felt ashamed.

There are two pillars in the hall. Originally, the relief dragon on the other pillar also wanted to move to intimidate these brave humans.

But seeing the miserable state of its companion, it decisively chose to play dead.

"Why isn't the dragon on the pillar here moving?"

"It seems to be a real relief. I was wondering how could there be two dragons, such a legendary creature."

The relief dragon that was being harassed: …………

It was angry at its colleague.

The colleague did not move: I would rather die than be a poor fellow. Please don't provoke a fight, thank you.

"Ahem... This is not a real dragon."

Prince Yan came out out of pity for his colleague who had been with him for many years.

What is the emperor doing? Why did he bring such a group of people?

What's the difference between this and the Erha who destroyed the house!

He was really worried that he was a little late, and the relief dragon guarding the gate of his hall could be torn down.

"These are just reliefs in the shape of dragons. They move because they have been alive in the underworld for many years. They have nothing to do with real dragons!"

So please let go.

Relief Dragon: How can these living people have such a lack of sense of boundaries!

"It's not a real dragon."

Everyone got off the relief dragon, and their tone was a little disappointed.

But they soon became excited again.

"It doesn't matter. It looks like a real dragon. How can it not be a dragon if you round it off?"

"Yes, don't treat the relief dragon as a dragon. We all feel sorry for the relief dragon."

Relief Dragon: ... Thank you so much.

Since Lord Yan is here, and this group of people are brought by the Black and White Impermanence, there should be no problem.

The relief dragon quickly returned to its position and coiled on the huge pillar to pretend to be dead.

This time, even if the embossed scales on its body were rubbed to pieces, it would not move!

Shen Muye and others who were secretly groping for the dragon said: Why is it not moving? I am so disappointed.

"Hahaha... You are the people invited by the Emperor to visit the underworld."

Several people blinked their eyes; "Visiting the underworld? Aren't we here to compete?"

Prince Yan's body froze: "Haha... that, that's all the same."

Emperor, where are you? Can't you entertain your own people?

"Then what are you doing now..."

Shen Zhiyin spread his hands: "We don't know either. Jun Yuan didn't tell us, so I thought you knew." Shen

Muye: "Isn't it a car race? How are we competing this time?"

Prince Yan looked at the car beside them and twitched his mouth.

"Racing... car?"

Is this a car?

None of the cars burned in their underworld are so shabby.

Shen Mujin: "The car your emperor prepared should be used for the competition."

Prince Yan: "This car is so simple and generous, worthy of the emperor."

Everyone: ... ...

There is no need to flatter so blindly.

"But where is the emperor now?"

Speak of the devil and he will appear.

Jun Yuan's voice echoed in the hall.

"You are looking for me."

He appeared on the seat above the hall in a black robe with wide sleeves and long black hair. His slender and majestic figure appeared.

He leaned slightly to one side with his legs crossed, supporting his face with one hand.

It was obviously the same face, but he gave people a very different feeling in the robe. He had the style of a beautiful, strong, tragic tyrant in the novel, and his personality was particularly charming!