The world starts from the iron cloth shirt

Chen Xuan approached this area completely. Looking at it, he saw that there seemed to be more energy in this sea of ​​blood than in those lotus platforms.

It was beyond his imagination.

How could there be such a huge sea of ​​blood in such an area.

"These are the creations prompted in the system? Could it be that you want me to refine this sea of ​​blood?"

Chen Xuan thought to himself.

Flying over this sea of ​​blood, he felt as if he was facing a real world of life, and the breath of life was too strong.

Suddenly, Chen Xuan showed shock and his scalp went numb.

Because he discovered the upper reaches of this sea of ​​blood.

This sea of ​​blood flowed from the body of a huge dragon.

This is a real Proto-Dragon. Its body length is unknown, it is huge and terrifying, and its scales alone are half the size of a star. It fell down here, died unexpectedly, and its body became stiff.

At its neck, a deep gash appeared.

The scarlet blood all flowed out from this opening, and it didn't know how long it had been flowing, as if it had never been extinguished from ancient times to the present.

"A real dragon."

Chen Xuan's face was solemn, "Couldn't this be the ancestor of Dragon Turtle?"

In the ancient times, there were real dragons in the ancestral star, but in the later period, the real dragons disappeared and never appeared again, and they died here!

He carefully observed the injury of this Proto-Dragon, and he couldn't help feeling his back was cold and his pores stood out.

The wound was full of murderous intent. Even after countless years, I still feel icy and terrifying, as if facing an invisible master behind the scenes, making people throbbing and uneasy.

"The person who killed this proto-dragon must be extremely terrifying."

Chen Xuan thought secretly.

He continued to observe here, and found a broken weapon under the body of the proto-dragon.

This is an ancient golden bell, which is already broken, with countless cracks on the surface, and a large piece is missing.

The original body of the clock should be perfectly round, but now it only has half of it.

Even so, one could feel a trace of terrifying aura from this ancient clock.

This ancient bell seemed to have a spirit. After sensing someone approaching, it wailed in mourning and rang out automatically. body.

He was suspicious.

Is this ancient bell a weapon of the Proto-Dragon?

It gave him a feeling that even if it was incomplete, it would be more terrifying than the 【Blood Spirit Banner】!

Chen Xuan tried to collect the ancient clock, and his true energy rushed over. The ancient clock originally wanted to dodge, but suddenly stopped there, motionless, and let Chen Xuan hold it in his hand.

clang!clang!clang!

A series of mournful bells echoed, resounding all over the field.

Chen Xuan whirled the ancient clock lightly, and suddenly looked at the sea of ​​blood below. After hesitating for a moment, he mobilized the black shadow in his body and rushed towards the sea of ​​blood below, trying to refine the sea of ​​blood.

But at this moment, something unexpected happened. Suddenly, there was a thunderous dragon's chant from the sea of ​​blood, which resounded across the wilderness, and Chen Xuan's mind was buzzing.

Then, a strong suction burst out from the sea of ​​blood, sucking Chen Xuan's body into the sea of ​​blood in an instant.

thump!

Blood splattered.

Chen Xuan was terrified, finally recovered, struggled desperately, and rushed outside.

However, the sea of ​​blood in all directions was suddenly uncontrollable, violently surged, mighty and mighty, rushing towards Chen Xuan's body, as if Chen Xuan had become a sea eye.

All the essence factors in the sea of ​​blood rushed into his body.

Chen Xuan couldn't help but yelled.

He felt like his whole body was being torn apart, like flesh and bones were filled with foreign objects, and his whole body felt a terrible sense of swelling.

"what"

Soon his cry was also covered by the sea of ​​blood, and a large amount of blood was poured into his nose and mouth, which was extremely thick, and there was even a lot of scarlet blood flowing along his eyes and drilling into his body.

The blood seems to be everywhere.

Whenever there is any gap, they will rush desperately.

At the same time, the blood from the proto-dragon's wound flowed faster, like a blood-colored galaxy, rushing out quickly and mightily.

And the body of the Proto-Dragon also began to petrify a little bit, starting from the tail and limbs, slowly turning into light gray, and then gradually spreading to other parts of the body.

I don't know how long this scene lasted.

Maybe a day, maybe a year.

It seemed that the spirit of the ancestor dragon was all transferred to Chen Xuan at this moment.

Amidst Chen Xuan's miserable screams, finally, all the sea of ​​blood in this area disappeared.

The huge proto-dragon was also completely turned into a stone sculpture, without any energy from its body.

clang!clang!

The dilapidated ancient clock continued to ring, and the sound reverberated, sweeping across the wilderness, causing pieces of space to be destroyed and collapsed.

Chen Xuan's body was lying on the ground, motionless. At this moment, as the ancient clock sounded slowly, he panted heavily, and the flesh and blood all over his body finally began to squirm slowly.

He got up from the ground, his face was pale, and he looked at his body. The pain in his body had completely disappeared.

Not only did nothing happen, but he even felt stronger and clearer than ever before.

How is this going?

Suddenly, Chen Xuan looked at the ancestor dragon and was surprised again.

This real dragon has turned into a sculpture!

"His dragon blood has all entered my body, am I also a dragon?"