Chapter 3209 1 Person, 1 Dragon

Mo Fan held the Holy Spring and nodded heavily.

Little Qinglong!

Recreate your glory! !

The blue light blooming on the forehead is getting stronger and stronger, and you can see that these lights are reflected in the vast sky, like round after round of blue moon marks intertwined in the distant sky to form a magnificent picture of blue dragon... …

"Brother Fan, I also brought that one!" Zhang Xiaohou suddenly pointed to the sky, and he could see a black vortex appeared on the edge of the sky.

Mo Fan was stunned for a moment, and soon understood Zhang Xiaohou's intentions.

That is Shayuan! !

A giant space ship that can carry an army of undead as many as one million! !

At the beginning, Leng Jue used a prism to spread Minghui to the northern border, turning the mirage into a real pyramid.

This trick Mo Fan can also use now!

Hit the forehead pattern Shengmang into the Shayuan, the other end of the Shayuan is the land of China, the holy spring of the earth has been transformed into these brilliance, and these brilliance will be like the bright blue sun, shining on the land of the ancient Great Wall...

"Ow~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!!!"

The sound of the dragon's roar came from the other end of Shayuan, passed through the space boat of Shayuan from the land of the east, and descended on this European holy land.

People can clearly hear the dragon's roar, and this vigorous roar makes both the Bright Dragon and the Jinyao Titan tremble, not to mention the other lower creatures in this holy city, even the emperor is just as surrendered and fearful! !

Shayuan opened up in the sky, and a cyan ancient long dragon was more like a dust that has traveled through thousands of years. Under the shock of people, it gradually occupied the entire sky...

Its body is extremely huge, and a holy city floating in the air is dwarfed by comparison. It forms a blue sky shadow that covers the holy city on the earth.

The tail slowly rolled down to the ground, surrounding the ruined holy city, Qinglong almost surrounded the entire holy city with his own body, and its neck and head were even more horrified by all the holy judges and angels. The eyes are close.

Qinglong Pancheng!

How reckless this dragon is! !

Perhaps there are many people in the holy city who have witnessed Qinglong in some images left by the Battle of the Demon City.

But compared to the real Qinglong, the image is not an object at all. Who can imagine that a city that can inhabit hundreds of thousands of people will be wrapped up by a creature like this! !

How many holy judges have been dumbfounded.

The mighty Holy Inquisition army is like a pile of golden gravel, and even an extraordinary life like a blazing angel is eclipsed in front of Qinglong!

This is the dragon god that runs through the entire human civilization. Even if it is forgotten, even if it has been buried in the earth, it still watches over a country, whether it rises or falls, whether it is prosperous, it is immortal! !

The head slowly approached.

Angels dare not act rashly.

Others also seemed to be in infinite awe.

Only one person, facing the head of the vast blue dragon, slowly stretched out a hand and touched the forehead of the eternal dragon with the palm of his hand.

Humans and dragons have huge differences in body proportions.

A man is but a grain of sand in the city, and a dragon is like a holy city, the honor of the world.

But when this hand was firmly placed on the Qinglong Dragon's forehead, the majesty of the dragon god that Yao Shi Qinglong exuded invisibly disappeared.

Qinglong closed his eyes and kept a distance where he didn't touch the ground but snuggled into his palm. It seemed that the temperature of this tiny palm could revive the heart that had been silent for thousands of years...

Qinglong's tail swayed gently, and people could even feel that this dragon god was as docile as a kitten.

Of course, the temple army outside the city was taken aback, and they collectively used their clever movements to avoid the tail of the disaster.

In the same way, the man who touched the dragon's forehead with his hand also lost his blood, and his gentle appearance was like the big boy next door, and he was completely different from the devil who tore the sixteen-winged Seraphim just now!

One person, one dragon, in this hustle and bustle holy city with swords drawn, there is a bit of tranquility.

It seems that it is this tranquility that makes many fanatical defenders of the holy city and those persistent angels gradually calm down in this magical smoke...

"We are not the real enemy." Sharjah said to the three archangels of Uriel, Raphael, and Lemuel.

The weak Michael stared at the three archangels. The moment the blue dragon appeared, Michael was completely panicked. This blue dragon dragon may not be able to compete with all the armed forces of the entire holy city, but it is The existence of this can destroy the fighting spirit of the entire Holy City.

The three archangels have to re-examine the upcoming war!

All negotiations are carried out on the premise of similar strength, negotiation with disparity in strength does not exist! !

Michael had already felt the change in the eyes of the three archangels, and the archangels who were still very determined to protect themselves just now showed a bit of helplessness.

They have to give up themselves to keep the foundation of the Holy City! !

The Holy City has to compromise! ! ! !

"I don't need to kill Michael, but I will take away all of Michael's mana. Michael, you probably haven't seen the essence of this world with your heart during your travels, so let's go through it again." Fan turned around and looked proudly at Michael, who had destroyed all the angel wings by himself.

"Actually, that's what we mean too." Wu Lie said, and the sixteen wings behind him were finally put away, and he didn't know why they were putting out these wings in front of a Qinglong Dragon God. It was really unsafe.

How could Michael be willing!

Taking away the mana, he is a mortal.

He is inferior to those porters at the dock, but he needs to be the master of the order of the world! !

"You should restore Sharjah's archangel position, she sees farther than you." Mo Fan continued.

"None of us deprived her of her angelic position," Uriel said.

The potential meaning of this sentence is that the person who deprived Sharjah was Michael. Now that Michael is defeated, he has become a mortal person who can't even know magic, so naturally he can no longer control Sharjah.

Michael stood there unsteadily, several archangels did not look at him again, and at this moment, the people in the entire holy city would not look at him anymore, he was no longer the supreme blaze. Angels are no longer the rulers of the holy city, let alone the so-called masters...

The person who spoke was Mo Fan.

The one who sets the rules is Mo Fan.

What Mo Fan said, other archangels can only agree!

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!!"

This scene made Michael more painful than breaking all his wings. He was demoted to a mortal, and he fell from heaven to a hell controlled by his own enemies! ! !

Michael screamed like a madman, but no one paid him any attention.

Standing on this ruin, the people who redrawn the rules are the four archangels, Sharjah, Lemuel, Raphael, and Uriel. They are about to take out the notebook and write down every word that Mo Fan said. , like an angel facing the real god, listening to his teachings after a war.

Rules are just a few words.

Mo Fan doesn't like the Holy City, just because of Sharjah, let Mo Fan know that the Holy City is not all that hateful.

"Sharjah."

"Teacher, what else is there to order?"

"Fallen angels go to hell, can't they come back?" Mo Fan asked, and also asked several other archangels.

"The fallen angel has a certain specificity. He is a living person, and he also has a dark soul. It is not who the Dark King designates. They are the only messengers of hell in this world who can stay in the world..." Sharjah said.

"So, not sure?" Mo Fan asked.

"Well, not sure." Sharjah nodded seriously.

Mo Fan's eyes suddenly became more shiny.

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