Sword Master Ling Tian

"Ling Tian, ​​here we are!"

"Hehe, Son of Tianpeng, I am looking for you, Ran Hongfu!"

"The Tianpeng clan dared to break into my Dragon Palace!? Looking for death!"

At this time, from the left and right passages, the figures of Ran Hongfu and Long Xuan also rushed out.

At this time, there were blood stains on the two blades, and it was obvious that they had also fought hard along the way.

However, when he saw the Tianpeng Saint Son whose mouth was full of blood, he became wary.

Both of them have no good feelings about Tianpeng Son.

"Huh, let's go and see!"

However, Tianpeng Shengzi's face changed under the dragon chair.

It also understands that he is one against four, and he is definitely not an opponent.

Immediately, when he turned over, he landed on the dragon chair, and his figure disappeared with a flash.

"Ok!?"

Ran Hong flew up with the halberd, but couldn't see how the Heavenly Peng Saint Child had disappeared.

"He went to the ninth floor of the Sky Dragon Palace. There is the real treasure house of the Dragon Palace!"

Long Xuan also fell in front of the dragon chair at this time, stretched out his hand and rubbed it on the dragon chair, a pair of cyan-gold dragon eyes were full of excitement.

For many years, since the day he was born, he has often heard the old dragon master mentioned this Qingtian Dragon Palace.

Now, I finally saw it.

This dragon palace and dragon chair bear witness to the supremacy and loneliness of the dragon clan.

"Huh!? Where's the colorful dragon spear on this stage!?"

However, when he looked at the empty Chengbing Jintai in front of the Dragon Chair, he frowned.

"Could it be taken by Shengzi Peng that day!?"

Ran Hong frowned.

"No, when I came in, there were no weapons here, Long Xuan, are you sure there are weapons here!?"

Ling Tian shook his head.

"It should be there. It is the strongest fairy soldier of my dragon clan. It contains my five-color dragon clan's ancient dragon weapon soul, which is extremely fierce. ."

Long Xuan nodded.

"It seems that there is a large hall at the end, and indeed there are already existing ones to go in."

Ling Tian picked off the Nine Tin Origin Crystal from the dragon chair.

"Who!?"

Qin Mingyue also flew over at this time.

"Lord of the evil dragon!"

Ling Tian watched the teleportation array surging with a faint light in front of the dragon chair, whispered.

Huh!

Tianpeng Shengzi rolled out from the formation.

But when he looked up at some in front of him, he couldn't help but exclaimed!

Mountain of treasure!

What appeared before his eyes was a small golden temple.

But in this hall, there are brilliant gold coins everywhere, mixed with mineral elixir and crystal nuclear energy baby, almost blinding his eyes.

However, the thing that made Tianpeng Shengzi the most suffocating was that there was a huge golden clock in the center of this golden palace.

Above the giant clock, there is a dragon surrounded by heaven, placed on a golden dragon wood base.

Even more terrifying is that before the giant clock, a dark figure was sitting cross-legged.

The figure was shrouded in an extremely terrifying aura, and it was spitting out the breath of the dark dragon, seemingly wanting to melt the giant clock.

"Lord of the evil dragon!?"

Tianpeng Shengzi stood up and exclaimed.

He is not stupid.

The only thing that can appear on the ninth floor of Qingtian Dragon Palace is the current strongest existence in this dragon domain.

"Hehe, the little guy of the Tianpeng clan, why, don't you come to me because you want the treasure of the dragon clan to fail!?"

The lord of the evil dragon did not turn around, but a sneer was shaking in the whole hall.

"No, the juniors have no idea about the Dragon Clan Treasures. I am here to find the strongest essence and blood, so that my bloodline can be promoted to the Golden Wing Roc!"

Tianpeng Shengzi shook his head repeatedly.

He understands that the other party can run him to death at will.

The breath of this evil dragon lord is so terrifying.

Even far surpassing Sanxian Dzogchen!

It is definitely the pinnacle combat power of this world!

"Oh? Hehe, is the Golden Winged Roc? Your little thing has no small ambitions."

The dragon's lord, the dragon's breath, kept breathing, but he still had no intention of getting up and turning his head.

He groaned: "Under this heavenly clock, there is indeed the legendary dragon clan essence and blood. I can divide a part of you, but you have to help me to kill all the ants that enter this floor of the hall. !"

"Senior are you joking!? Are you not able to kill the few outside, you can kill them by two or two tricks!? You still use juniors to take action!?’

Tianpeng Shengzi was startled, but he didn't expect this evil dragon lord to demand such a request.

"Stop talking nonsense! Do what I tell you to do, and if not, you will die too!"

The Lord of the Evil Dragon suddenly let out a cold snort, and a deep chill came, causing the Tianpeng Son to tremble.

"Yes, yes, the younger generation talks a lot! Whatever the older generation asks me to do, I will do it!"

Tianpeng Shengzi hurriedly bowed, but his eyes were lowered, but there was light flashing.

He seemed to see that the lord of the evil dragon should not be able to leave the Fengtian Bell, that is, he could not use all his combat power, otherwise, he would not be required to take action.

Haha, in that case, it is not yet known who will be the winner!

I won't give in to this dragon treasure.

"Well, you should withdraw first!"

With a big wave of the evil dragon lord's hand, he concealed Saint Peng's son that day into the void.

Inside the hall, he could no longer feel his breath.

Huh!

But at this moment, the formation in the ninth floor of the hall flickered again, and in the next moment, several figures manifested from it.

The leader is Ling Tian who is carrying the big scorpion.

When Long Xuanran and Hongfu waited to see the treasures in the ninth-story hall, they all had the same expression as Peng Shengzi just now.

"That's... Fengtian Bell!"

But Long Xuan still saw the Fengtian Bell in the hall at a glance.

This is a sacred item of the Dragon Race, as long as you get this Fengtian Bell, you will be invincible in this dragon domain!

However, the figure before Feng Tianzhong also made everyone's pupils shrink.

Sure enough, the Lord of the Dragon is already here!

"Big Brother Ling Tian, ​​this guy is the lord of the evil dragon. It seems that he is still unable to claim Fengtian Bell as his own. If he wants to forcibly refine and recognize the lord, we must not let him succeed, otherwise, in this dragon domain. Inside, we absolutely can't kill him!"

Long Xuan said in shock.

"Hehe, this is natural!"

Ling Tian nodded, holding a big stalk, and stepped forward slowly.

"Human race, you really want to die that way!?"

However, the Lord of the Dragon in front of Fengtian Bell did indeed speak.

"Oh? What do you say!?"

Ling Tian raised his eyebrows. ‘

"Hehe, don't you think I can't kill you?"

The Lord of the Dragon had never turned around, but in his tone of voice, he was slightly surprised.

"I can feel that you are indeed very strong, and you are the strongest opponent I have ever encountered."

"But there are so many who want to kill me, and now they are the only ones who die."

"Why don't you try it too!?"

Ling Tian stopped in front of the main hall, his white hair fluttered lightly.

Still frivolous...