He activated his innate magical power, and saw the turtle shell glowing slightly. A ray of cause and effect floated down in the dark, and then he had an idea.
"Over there."
Then the black dragon, under the guidance of the old turtle, scurried around in the water, mostly missing its target, and even getting hit by the sword energy a few times. The turtle's divination was not completely accurate, if it was, it would not have become the black dragon's slave.
However, every divination is getting closer to the goal, and quantitative changes can lead to qualitative changes.
About a quarter of an hour later, the black dragon found the bright yellow decree. He swallowed it without hesitation and then turned and ran away.
The old turtle could feel that his master's mouth was about to burst into laughter, and the joy in his eyes was not concealed at all, as if he had picked up some treasure.
You don't really like being treated like a slave, do you? If so, can you let me, the old turtle, be your master for once?
The old turtle only dared to think about this in his heart, and he kept persuading him: "Master, it's just a piece of rag, why are you so cruel? Why don't we escape from the Dragon Palace and find a place to stay?"
"I have my own magic tricks."
After receiving the imperial edict, Black Dragon spoke in a kind manner.
It is really a treasure for him, because it is effective. When these ancient dragons are dealt with by the immortals, he will take out this decree and examine the dragon clan according to the content inside. Isn't this a disguised letter of appointment?
clang!
Suddenly, an indescribable fear surged in my heart. I heard a deafening sound above my head, and the whole world was filled with only a buzzing sound.
Then some huge creature fell into the water, and a faint smell of blood rushed into the nose, which was the scent of dragon blood.
The black dragon raised his head slightly, and saw half of the green dragon body slowly falling. The dragon body was very huge, a full five hundred feet long, like a small mountain.
In the dark abyss, the former giant dragon slowly fell, and its blood floated in the sea, which was extremely visually impactful.
"This...this..." The old turtle opened his mouth and his speech became halting.
"Is it Aoki Dragon King!? What happened to it?"
In the eyes of the old turtle, the ancient dragon is a sacred and inviolable existence. The human race may have powerful enemies that can rival it, but they can never kill an ancient dragon.
Because they are the Dragon Palace, these ancient dragons are protected by the Dragon Palace world.
The black dragon extended his consciousness upwards, and an indescribable heat surged into his heart, trying to hold back the fact that it wasn't a situation he finally saw clearly.
On the battlefield, the sword lights in the sky disappeared, leaving only a goddess in snow-white clothes standing in the air, with the sword in her hand slightly hanging down.
There was a fiery red light flashing in those cold and ruthless eyes.
The ancient dragons were covered in wounds, even the well-known defensive Qiuniu was covered in wounds. The worst was the Six-eyed Green Wood Dragon King, who was cut in half, with blood constantly flowing out of his wound.
White light appeared at the wound, and in the blink of an eye, the dragon's body grew back, but the back half was much smaller.
Dong Yunshu said in a cold voice: "Tell me your name, you are qualified to enter the Sword Record."
Boundless murderous intent enveloped the Six-Eyed Green Wood Dragon King, and the other two ancient dragons had already begun to retreat. Although they still had a lot of ancestral energy to pull themselves back from the brink of death, dragons are also made of flesh.
He couldn't withstand the sword master's blow. Even though he knew he wouldn't die, he would still be afraid of the pain.
Qingmu Dragon King took a half step back out of fear, but the next second the boundless sword intent locked onto him. He knew he couldn't run away, and if he resisted with all his strength, he would still have a chance of survival. Running away would only result in him taking all the attacks, but the fear in his heart still overcame his reason.
Qing Mu Long Wang fled frantically into the sea. The chill coming from behind him became more and more obvious, as if invisible and intangible ice thorns pierced into his flesh and blood.
"No name, but you can kill him."
Dong Yunshu is like a sword, and his sword is like snow. He never asks what others say, and never cares about what others think.
Just like a snowflake, floating alone between heaven and earth.
The Heavenly Sword was raised high, and in an instant all the sword light and sword intent disappeared without a trace, the sky and the earth dimmed slightly, and everything was so quiet and silent.
Qingmu Dragon King felt that his time had come and cried out for help: "Qiuniu! Yuguang! Save me quickly! If I die, you won't be any better off!"
Using the power of the soul, he could sense that there was no trace of the two half-brothers. They had been frightened by the sword master in the recent fight and ran away as soon as they got the chance.
Their alliance is inherently fragile. If they have a chance of winning, they will unite to face the outside world for the sake of their own interests. If they have no chance of winning, they will not fight for others.
"You forced me to do this. I can't live without being crazy! If I ever regain my sanity, I will definitely destroy your race!"
The Qingmu Dragon King was furious to the extreme. He frantically blew the ancestral dragon blood and ancestral energy in his body. The collision of the two produced an unparalleled pressure, as if a terrifying existence from ancient times had resurrected from the long river of history.
All creatures with strong bloodlines have a skill, which is to burn their own bloodlines to achieve ancestral return. This is just like the human cultivators burning their three souls and seven spirits, which can gain powerful strength in a short period of time, but the price is either death or disability.
You can return the rent by borrowing the ancestral energy and blood of the ancestral dragon, but there is a great possibility that you will lose your mind.
But now he has no choice.
The Green Wood Dragon King roared crazily, turned his head suddenly, and his body grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, from 1,000 feet to 2,000 feet. His scales slightly opened, and his six eyeballs fell off, eventually closing into a pair of dragon pupils, and all the other characteristics brought by his bloodline fell off.
He is transforming into a dragon, like a real dragon.
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