Two Thousand Three Hundred and Ninety-Four Actions by All Parties

【The latest chapter of Dragon King Legend】

"Thundergrass, Thunder Spirit Blood Mushroom, Demon Cloud Flower, Black Thunder Fruit..."

In the storage ring, Xiao Chen took out the other magic fruits mentioned in Black Mountain, and these magic fruits could not increase his cultivation. Therefore, it was not directly refined that day, but it was very valuable, and he kept it after he saw it.

Each of them contains the pure power of Thunder Dao, but everything is tainted with demon nature.

For demon warriors, they are all treasures with infinite value.

Righteous fighters need the water of the Taiyin, which can be refined after washing the demonic nature.

Xiao Chen didn't need to be too scruples, one after another the treasures of heaven and earth that no one cared about were just swallowed by him.

If other sorcerers were here, they would definitely exclaim, it's too wasteful.

Naturally, these incomparably precious medicinal materials had to be practiced and taken as Tiandan, so as to ensure that the properties of the medicine would not dissipate.

But Xiao Chen has no scruples, because these things are of zero cost to him.

After being overwhelmed by the devil one after another, after being swallowed by Xiao Chen, bursts of black thunder burst out from his whole body. The aura of the Dao of Thunder on his body continued to increase rapidly, breaking through the quadruple Dao of Thunder little by little.

Lei Dao is his most powerful and huge foundational force now, and he wants to go one step further.

Can you let your Thunder Dao domain break through the fifth level, and then with the blessing of the alloy dragon armor, it will definitely be even more terrifying.

Seven days later, Xiao Chen opened his eyes, the eyes flashed with thunder, and his whole body was filled with a terrifying power of thunder.

"Unfortunately, it's still a little bit close, but this Thunder Dao Domain has also been consolidated at the peak of the fourth level by me! It only takes one opportunity to break through."

Breathing out a mouthful of turbid air, Xiao Chen whispered to himself, it's time to try next. How powerful is his own peak Thunder Dao?

The secret realm is a small world.

Even if there is a riot here, there will be no movement from the outside world.

Whoosh!

Xiao Chen got up and came to the center of this small world, a vast and boundless land with undulating barren hills.

bang bang bang,

With black gloves in their hands, a thunder and lightning dragon shadow sprang out from each. Surrounding Xiao Chen's arm, it spread to his whole body, and then the two dragons merged.

The silver battle armor embellished with purple dragon patterns is present, and a pendant made of the reverse scale of the dragon hangs between the eyebrows. Xiao Chen's whole temperament has changed drastically.

It is the alloy dragon armor that belongs to Xiao Chen alone in the world!

With a slight movement of the mind, the quadruple peak Thunder Dao domain appeared, and the terrifying Daowei filled the sky with thunderclouds.

break!

The dragon pattern in the battle armor flickers, and the dragon soul contained in it activates the formation in it, the quadruple peak domain. Suddenly, it went up to another level and reached the peak of the fifth level.

Ice Dao Domain!

Xiao Chen yelled softly, and the double ice domain appeared, and for a while, heavy snow flew and the cold wind continued.

Daowei rose again and reached the sixth level.

The domain of the sword!

boom!

The three Dao domains are superimposed layer upon layer, and Xiao Chen stands between the heaven and the earth like a peerless sword. Daowei permeated his body, breaking through layer by layer, seven, eight, nine!

Daowei, directly to Jiuzhong.

"not enough!"

Divine Thunder of Myriad Tribulations, now!

In the soul pool, the Azure Dragon Divine Seal radiated generously, and the vast soul pool suddenly surged undercurrents. There seems to be a real dragon jumping, and the talisman seal condensed by the gods and thunders of the Immortal Era, like a dragon breaking through the sea, reveals the tip of an iceberg.

In an instant, the entire soul pool was filled with golden lightning, filling every corner.

From the palm of Xiao Chen, a golden talisman slowly gushed out. Rumbling, with the surge of the golden talisman, the whole secret realm trembled, as if a terrifying power was brewing in Xiao Chen's body.

boom!

When the golden talisman fully appeared, the Daowei on Xiao Chen's body was reborn, and his quality changed, reaching the pressure that can only be displayed when he reaches the tenth level of a single Dao domain.

Under the traction of the golden talisman in his palm, the power is even greater than that, and it is extremely terrifying.

At this moment, Xiao Chen felt that he was in control of surging power, and for a while, even this small world seemed weak in his eyes.

As long as a bucket is lightly pressed, the sky in this secret realm will be torn apart and fall apart.

receive!

In the soul pool, the talisman that appeared at the tip of the iceberg quietly disappeared. The golden talisman in his hand escaped into the palm of his hand, and the three Dao domains retracted into the body one by one, and the alloy dragon armor quietly fell off.

In an instant, Xiao Chen changed from the extremely terrifying Thor God to a harmless, apparently second-line emperor.

"It can be retracted freely... It seems that those demonic dao fruits are of great help to me. If I am in the Thunder Dao Domain and have not reached the peak of the fourth level, I am afraid it is impossible to control the Daowei that has reached the tenth level .”

Xiao Chen whispered to himself, and at the same time felt that his own strength had reached a bottleneck in all aspects.

Realm, stuck in the peak emperor of the second vein.

Thunder Daoyu was stuck at the bottleneck of the quadruple peak, unable to advance an inch.

The Wanlong Jue is stuck at the peak of the second level, and has been unable to break through the third level for a long time, reaching the realm of ten thousand dragons soaring.

The sword technique is stuck on Sha Wushe, Sha Wushe cannot achieve perfection, and it is difficult to break through the Dao domain of the sword.

"Perhaps...the Yanhuang Ancient Tomb is an opportunity for me to make a breakthrough in all aspects."

A gleam flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes, if there are these bottlenecks, break through them one by one. His strength will produce a real qualitative change, to what extent, even he can't imagine.

"Think about this for now, the Thunder Dao Domain is here for the time being, and the next step is to refine the Tai Chi Yin-Yang Flame Diagram."

Xiao Chen withdrew his thoughts, and his eyes fell on the scroll in his hand, full of anticipation.

Before leaving the Heavenly Alliance, it was time for those fire seeds exchanged for military exploits to come into use.

If one looked down at the Imperial City from the star dome at this time, one could see the Sifang Palace in the Imperial Palace.

All of them have dragon spirit rising, their eyes are bright, their ambitions are revealed, and they are looking directly at the top of the palace.

Above that is the sword of the true dragon condensed by the dragon veins of the imperial city, the Yanhuang Sword!

Whoever can hold this sword, which symbolizes the supreme power of the Yanwu Dynasty, is the real dragon emperor, and whoever can step on the Yanhuang throne.

In the secret realm of the thirteenth prince's palace, the aura of the prehistoric bloodline at this moment lingers in every corner of the secret realm.

The sky, illuminated by a pair of golden prehistoric eyes, is resplendent and resplendent, like a sky covered with gold, which is deeply shocking.

At the peak of the highest mountain in the secret realm, the thirteenth prince, Wang Yi, looked at the golden sky with a smile on his lips, full of pride in his chest.

Beside him, there are two old men.

One of them was wearing a coir raincoat and carrying a fishing rod, dressed like a fisherman. It was Sikong Shu, the emperor of the Baize Empire.

The other person, wearing a silver dragon robe, was not angry and majestic, and there was a faint hint of a king between his brows. He was the Silver Dragon King of the Dragon Empire.

Wang Yi said lightly: "Seniors, you can start now."

The Silver Dragon King nodded slightly, shouted in a deep voice, and only said one word: "War!"

Drinking a lot in this life seemed to detonate the prehistoric atmosphere that filled the sky.

Below, in the vast land boundary, a shocking fighting spirit erupted, and one after another was seen hiding in the dark. Suddenly killed, everyone has the cultivation base of the emperor, and has the pure blood of the prehistoric.

The startling melee begins here.

The Silver Dragon King smiled and said: "Thirteen princes, except for the Golden Crow Empire, the emperors of the other empires under the age of 500 all gather here. In this scuffle, the last ten people who survive will fight against Yan with you." The Emperor's Mausoleum. An emperor with prehistoric bloodlines is already powerful enough to kill enemies across borders. Then select ten people from among them. I can't think of thirteen princes, so there is no reason not to become a prince."

Wang Yi was overjoyed when he heard the words, and couldn't help laughing: "Senior Silver Dragon King said well, it's really wonderful. The Martial God Palace is worthy of being the super power with the deepest foundation, and its combat power is really amazing. However, I thought Three places were reserved for Brother Qin Ming, Brother Bai Yunfei, and Brother Xia Hou. But I didn't expect that the three of them would also participate in the fight."

Sikong Shu said indifferently: "The three of them are the strongest leaders in the Martial God Palace. Even if they fight against those leaders who are hundreds of years old, they will not be at a disadvantage in the slightest. Don't worry, the thirteenth prince. There will be them."

There was a bright light in Wang Yi's eyes, and he pondered: "Really? Then I really have to take a good look."

In the secret realm, at least 400 emperors gathered, and the scuffle was thrilling to all who watched. The Martial God Palace governs the Eight Great Empires, and its profound background is really scary.

As the Silver Dragon King said, each of the emperors present was extremely powerful, and there was really no reason for them to lose when they selected ten people to fight in the ancient tomb of the Yan Emperor.

However, this world is unpredictable.

The Yanhuang ancient tomb contains many variables, and no one dares to guarantee in advance that he will be able to laugh at the end.

The princes of each family are nervously recruiting customers and selecting strange people.

But in the secret realm of the eldest prince's palace, things seemed a little strange.

In the secret realm, Wang Fei looked bored, sitting on the throne, drinking wine glass by glass.

Beside him was a middle-aged man, a six-veined emperor with a cultivation base holding a knife, looking solemnly ahead.

This person, named Zuo Yu, is a top master secretly cultivated by the elders of the Taimiao Zong. As early as hundreds of years ago, the Taimiao Ancestral Hall began to prepare for this battle for prince, and the six-lineage emperor Zuo Yu was their trump card carefully prepared for the eldest prince Wang Fei.

In front of his field of vision, there was a building boat with a blood moon flag parked on the top of the mountains.

The blood moon... This is the symbol of the Blood Martial Dynasty.

In the main cabin of the building, there is a man in black clothes that makes people unable to tell the shade. He has a blindfold on the left side of his face that exposes his eyes. If you look closely, you will find that his left eye exposed by the blindfold has a row of faint scarlet dots on the pupil, appearing and disappearing from time to time, very strange.

Beside him, there was a man and a woman sitting. Other than that, everyone else stood behind these three people.

The man on the left has handsome features, a lotus-like temperament, and a smile on his mouth. His elegant facial features almost make people ignore his bald head, and further ignore his status as a monk.

It was the former Holy Son of the Black Lotus, and now the Master of the Black Lotus, Mingxuan!

The woman on the right hand, if Xiao Chen was here, she would have been shocked, thinking that Yang Qing had come back to life.

For those who are interested, it is not difficult to guess her identity, it is Qinglian Saintess.

The focus at this moment is not the three of them, but the one standing in front of the hall with a helpless face and imprisoned cultivation base.

"My lord... has searched his soul, and he really doesn't have any memory of inheriting the secret key in his mind."

The man in black with the mysterious left eye was dissatisfied, looked at the man and said to himself: "Jiang He...the only son of the previous Tianlong, if he doesn't know the whereabouts of the inheritance key, isn't there nothing in this world?" People know."

The Yanhuang ancient tomb will be a more exciting plot than waiting for a sword. Even more ambitious, both good and evil will appear on the stage, entangled with grievances and grievances, and the interpretation of the battle between good and evil will also reveal many mysteries. The most important thing is that there will be many real battles between emperors and emperors!