I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

Sizhou.

Linhuang City.

A huge black shadow passed through the clouds, and its shadow covered the entire city.

"Oh my God, what is this?"

"This is too big, it must be at least a thousand feet!"

"Dragon, this must be a dragon!"

Countless people looked up with shock in their eyes.

Some curious warriors tried to fly up to take a look.

But before he got close, he was seriously injured by the terrifying aura and fell from mid-air.

The Qionglong dragged its scarred body and staggered across the sky.

It was already seriously injured at this time. If Sang Chuanjiang caught up with it, it would have no means to resist.

After flying for about an incense stick of time, the Qionglong was completely exhausted and could no longer hold on.

The huge and winding dragon body broke through the clouds and fell rapidly towards somewhere.

Finally, it hit a stream with a loud bang, and the splashes of water reflected rainbows.

Dragon blood gushed out from the hideous wound, dyeing the entire stream red.

The dragon drooped its eyelids and breathed in the air in big gulps with its tongue sticking out.

The dragon's body, as big as a mountain, lay across the narrow stream, filling it up.

Suddenly a light breeze blew by, and a figure appeared not far away.

The man was dressed in a green shirt, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, and a soft divine light emanated from his whole body, as if a sun was rising slowly inside his body.

Seeing people gradually approaching him, Qionglong no longer had the strength to resist.

Yan Xiu came to the head of the Qionglong and gently stroked the pair of dark green dragon horns that were as smooth as jade.

The Qionglong wanted to struggle, but suddenly it felt a vast and gentle spiritual power entering its body, slowly moving around and healing its injuries, making it feel very comfortable.

It’s a pity that Qionglong’s injuries were too serious, and even Yan Xiu’s spiritual power was of no avail to heal it.

"Pity."

Yan Xiu's deep and magnetic voice sounded, with regret in his tone.

Qiulong also realized that the man in front of him was not the same person who was chasing him, so he couldn't help but relax a little.

It used up its last bit of strength, its abdomen kept wriggling, and finally spit out an egg covered with smelly mucus.

The Qionglong nudged the dragon egg with the tip of its nose and looked at Yan Xiu with a pleading look in its eyes.

It did not sense any malice from Yan Xiu. Instead, the aura emanating from Yan Xiu made the Qionglong feel very friendly.

Yan Xiu withdrew his hand, looked at the dragon egg and said calmly: "Do you want me to take care of your offspring?"

Qiu Long nodded weakly.

It had just woken up from a deep sleep, and its strength had only recovered to one tenth when it was discovered and hunted down by Sang Chuanjiang.

This dragon egg is its most important thing and one of Sang Chuanjiang's goals.

In the battle in the canyon, Qionglong was seriously injured in order to protect the dragon egg and was undoubtedly dead.

For the sake of its unborn offspring, it had no choice but to hand over the dragon egg to this human who seemed to have no ill intentions and had even saved it.

It knew how risky it was to do so. Rather than die at the hands of the person chasing it, it might as well take one last gamble.

Yan Xiu looked at the dragon egg that was nurturing life and nodded slightly.

"In that case, I will accept it. You can go with peace of mind."

After getting a positive answer, Qionglong turned his head to look at the dragon egg with a gentle look in his eyes.

"After I die, everything on my body, except the pair of dragon horns, is at your disposal in exchange for raising my heirs."

After observing for a long time, Qiulong conveyed his last words to Yan Xiu and closed his eyes peacefully.

Then its two dark green dragon horns, as smooth as jade, trembled slightly, fell off from its head and fell to the ground.

The moment the dragon horn fell, the dragon's vitality also disappeared.

"Spiritual transmission?"

Yan Xiu murmured after listening.

It seems that the monsters with the blood of divine beasts can speak human language after they have practiced successfully.

Put your hand on the eggshell and feel the rhythm like your heartbeat coming from your palm.

He had hatched Qingluan before, so he was naturally familiar with these techniques.

This dragon cub also possesses the pure blood of an ancient and rare divine beast. I wonder how majestic it will be when it grows up.

Yan Xiu cleaned the fishy mucus on the surface of the eggshell and put the dragon egg and the pair of dark green dragon horns into his sleeves.

Then he looked up at the huge body of the Qionglong, which was as big as a mountain, and pondered for a moment.

Since Qilong has spoken, I will definitely not be polite.

Dragon scales, dragon claws, dragon tendons, dragon flesh, dragon teeth, dragon bones...

Yan Xiu immediately disassembled the huge body of the Qionglong and took all the usable parts.

I have gained a lot from this trip.

Then Yan Xiu burned the remaining useless parts with a big fire.

After doing all this, Yan Xiu found a high place and sat cross-legged, but did not leave.

Because he knew that the disciple from the Holy Sky Island was chasing the Qilin Dragon, and he would definitely follow the trail soon.

Instead of spending energy looking for a needle in a haystack, it is better to sit here for a while and wait for the other party to come to you.

Sure enough, in less than half a day, a divine rainbow cut through the sky and came to the sky near the stream.

Sang Chuanjiang looked at the large mark left by the dragon's body below with a look of joy in his eyes.

When he arrived at the stream, he found nothing there, as if it had been discovered and completely cleaned up by someone.

Sang Chuanjiang was furious, and was about to look for who had taken advantage of the situation when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the figure sitting high in the sky.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, exploring the man's realm.

According to normal people's logic, after getting such a huge benefit, one should leave this place immediately, the farther away the better.

But Yan Xiu did not leave, but stayed here, as if he was waiting deliberately.

Sang Chuanjiang soared into the air, with a strong murderous intent in his tone.

"Did you steal the Qionglong?"

In his opinion, the Qionglong had already belonged to him.

The body of the Qionglong disappeared, but Yan Xiu appeared here. Everything was naturally self-evident.

Yan Xiu slowly stood up and took out the dragon egg.

When Sang Chuanjiang saw the dragon egg, his eyes suddenly lit up and showed greed.

This is the treasure he has been thinking about day and night for a long time, and now it is right in front of him.

"Why don't you bring the dragon egg to me quickly? Do you think I have to break your bones before you can understand me?"

Seeing that Yan Xiu remained indifferent, Sang Chuanjiang angrily scolded him.

Yan Xiu had no intention of responding and just put the dragon egg away again.

Seeing this, Sang Chuanjiang's anger surged straight to the top of his head.

"You are like an ant. There is a road to heaven but you don't take it. There is no door to hell but you break into it. You are seeking death!"

With an angry roar, Sang Chuanjiang turned into a shadow and approached.