Chapter 729
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More beams of light broke through the space and bombarded the traction altar.
The huge impact swept all directions, even if Lu Ye and others left early, the people who were rushed by Yu Bo turned their backs, and even the blood clan who chased and killed them were killed on the spot.
After finally stabilizing his figure, Lu Ye quickly raised his eyes and looked towards the altar.
What he saw, he was taken aback.
"How could it be?" In mid-air, Huang Liang, who was paying attention to this place, suddenly changed expression.
The scene imprinted in front of his eyes made him unbelievable. After losing the protection of the protective magic circle, the traction altar built by the blood race abruptly withstood a round of attack from the spirit ship without any damage!
More expectation, more disappointment.
A moment ago, Huang Liang thought that if Lu Ye broke the protective magic circle, the traction altar protected by it would be destroyed.
But in fact, the strength of this altar is beyond imagination!
All the Longteng cultivators who were paying attention to the movements on this side of the altar lost their minds.
"You ants... what are you expecting?" Xue Xiao's cold and stern voice sounded, and he rolled up a layer of blood and killed a monk of Haoran Academy who was closest to him.
The monk was in a trance, but he couldn't block Xue Xiao's attack, and was stabbed into the chest by his hand, and a beating heart was directly grabbed out.
"Junior Brother Qi!" An exclamation sounded, and more than a dozen strong men from the Haoran Academy quickly turned their minds and used their swords to kill the enemy.
However, a corner of the sword formation was broken, and they were dealing with a strong man like Xue Xiao. How difficult is it to stabilize the formation? For a moment, the sword formation on the side of Haoran Academy was in danger.
Yuan Changcun suddenly understood.
It turns out that all this is just a cover!
The reason why the blood owl and the blood monks guarding the altar joined the battlefield without any hesitation was not due to the situation, nor was it because of their carelessness, but the altar itself was indestructible!
After all, this is an altar made of materials brought by the blood race from the blood world, how could it be so easy to destroy.
The existence of the protective circle was a guarantee as well as a cover, which made Long Teng mistakenly think that as long as the protective circle was broken, the altar could be destroyed.
But in fact, the greatest despair is after destroying the protective circle.
The sudden loss of mind caused many casualties on Long Teng's side, plus the influence of the inexplicable large formation arranged by the blood race here, the advantages accumulated by Long Teng in the early stage have disappeared.
And this is not the most desperate.
What makes people feel even more desperate is that there is an extremely strange aura coming from the sky above the altar, and in the sky, there are vaguely floating figures that seem to break through the sky at any time.
The altar is pulling the coming of the blood world all the time, the boundary between Mohu blood world and Longteng world, although there is no way to completely pull the blood world down in a short time, but the next batch of support from the blood race is already ready, and I am afraid it will not take long. There are more blood clans coming to Longteng.
Once this kind of thing happened, the cultivator Long Teng would have no power to resist, and the only thing waiting for Long Teng was his destruction!
"Attack again!" Huang Liang roared.
With the fall of his voice, the spirit boat formation moored outside the battlefield buzzed again, and after a while, beams of light swept towards the traction altar and bombarded it.
The majestic and huge altar shook slightly, but remained unscathed.
The sturdiness of this altar is beyond what Brother Longteng imagined.
Huang Liang's eyeballs were bloodshot.
This time, without waiting for his order, the third wave of the spirit boat's attack has arrived.
Looking down from the sky, one after another thunderous beams of light would sweep over every few moments, bombarding the altar with great force.
So five rounds...
Finally, Huang Liang saw hope. On the altar, there were clearly some pits and cracks at the place that was bombarded.
This altar is indeed strong, but it is not indestructible. As long as it is strong enough, it can be destroyed.
However, just when hope rose again in his heart, there was a sudden explosion sound from outside the battlefield.
Huang Liang was startled, and looked up, only to see the spirit ships over there bursting open one by one.
It wasn't because it was destroyed by the blood race, but because the power to attack the city and the stronghold was continuously stimulated, the magic circle on the spirit boat could no longer hold up.
The explosion of the magic circle triggered the destruction of one after another spirit ships.
"Heaven is dead, my dragon is soaring!" Huang Liang's heart was ashamed, a mouthful of blood poured into his throat, and he sprayed out a mouthful of blood mist, his breath weakened rapidly.
Obviously there was hope again, but this hope was cruelly extinguished. The ups and downs of mood several times, even a person like Huang Liang couldn't bear it.
"Hahahaha!" Xue Xiao's stern laughter sounded, he stretched out his five fingers, and grabbed the head of a sword cultivator of Haoran Academy, as if carrying a small chicken, and his sarcasm spread throughout the battlefield: "I have to say, you guys The human race in the first world is qualified to be the blood food of my blood race, so resist as much as you want, and you will never have this opportunity in the future!"
While speaking, he squeezed hard with his hand, crushing the head of the Haoran Academy sword cultivator.
He looked up at Yuan Changcun, knowing that as long as he killed this person, the sword array that troubled him would be completely broken.
And Yuan Changcun was also seriously injured at the moment, with a large dent in his chest, which looked like he had been hit by a punch. When Xue Xiao looked at him, he clearly felt the breath of death.
With no thought of running away, Yuan Changcun just put his sword on his chest, and the aura of his whole body blended with the long sword in his hand, and the two became one.
As a sword cultivator, in the face of such a catastrophe, he has no reason to back down, and it is impossible for him to back down.
To die here is his only choice!
When the Qi was moving, seeing that the blood owl was about to attack, in the direction of the altar, there was a burst of extremely fierce and violent aura.
It was like an ancient ferocious beast that had been trapped for tens of thousands of years suddenly escaped from the barrier.
The boundless and noisy battlefield was suddenly quiet for a moment, and no matter whether it was the blood race or the soaring human race, there was a creepy feeling in their hearts.
It was as if there was an invisible beast crouching behind him, sticking out its long tongue and licking their necks.
Xue Xiao, who was indifferent even if he fell into the sword array, finally changed his face at this moment.
"Um?"
Turning his head to look in the direction of the altar, he saw a scarlet and slender figure in the midair over there at some point.
That figure is impressively a piece of armor about three feet high. The armor shows that it is covered with fine scales. On the elbows of both arms, there are two inverted bone spurs, shining with a cold light.
Yanjia's head has sharp edges and corners, which have been carefully chiseled by the top masters, and it has a cold golden and iron luster, and a pair of red blood eyes on the face reflect a chilling light.
A hard, wild, and ferocious aura pervaded unscrupulously, and that scarlet slender figure seemed to be the center of the entire world at this moment.
"Dragon's Breath..." Xue Xiao frowned.
Coming from the blood world, his knowledge is much more extensive than that of the monks in the dragon world.
Brother Long Teng could only feel the wild and overbearing aura that seemed to destroy everything from the scarlet slender figure, but Xue Xiao felt another aura.
Dragon's breath!
That's the breath of a real dragon!
It is the breath of heaven and earth, the only one who is the only one!
"Yanjia?" Xue Xiao was a little confused.
It is already bizarre enough for something with dragon breath to appear in a world like this itself, but it is not impossible. After all, a powerful creature like a real dragon roams the void and may appear in any realm.
What shocked him was not the simple breath of the dragon, but the Yanjia that suddenly appeared!
That was actually a Yanjia made from the body of a real dragon!
Who can slay a dragon, and who can use the body material of a real dragon to create such a Yanjia?
Such a treasure, not to mention a mere Dragon Realm, is rare even if it is placed in the Blood Realm.
This is by no means something that this world itself has. Even if this world has been born in the Divine Sea Realm, it is not qualified to create such a god.
On the other side, Huang Liang stared blankly at the scarlet figure that appeared suddenly, and sighed inwardly.
Finally... was forced to use this thing.
The dragon seat is in the hands of Lu Ye, he knows it, if his judgment is correct, Lu Ye is the savior who should be calamity, then the dragon seat is the savior of the world, and it is also the means for this world to deal with the disaster, otherwise the dragon seat If it was not born early or late, how could it be born at this time, and it fell into Lu Ye's hands by coincidence.
But from his standpoint, he didn't want Lu Ye to use this thing.
Zhuang Bufan's end is vivid in his mind, how can he use such fetishes to have a good end?
However, when Long Teng's cards were exhausted and there was no way to deal with the catastrophe, the Dragon Seat became the last hope.
So he could understand Lu Ye's choice at the moment.
In the center of heaven and earth, Lu Ye was wrapped in that scarlet and slender figure, only feeling that his mind was rising infinitely.
Whether or not to use the dragon seat is ultimately a choice.
Having witnessed the end of Zhuang Bufan's use of the Dragon Seat, Lu Ye is well aware of the burden that these fetishes place on him.
But compared to Zhuang Bufan, Lu Ye has more confidence in himself.
This kind of confidence comes from his feeling when refining the dragon seat. The whole process of refining the dragon seat was smooth without any hindrance, as if what he refined was not a divine object, but an ordinary spiritual weapon.
In addition, he can always feel that the dragon seat has an inexplicable closeness to him.
So he kept thinking, maybe what the little doctor said was right.
The reason why Zhuang Bufan undertook such a huge load, and died in the end, was because he did not get the approval of the dragon seat, and he could not control the dragon seat. Forcefully mobilizing the power of the dragon seat, naturally there would be no good end.
But if he could get the approval of the dragon seat, the situation would not be so bad.
That's what he said, but Lu Ye didn't dare to try it lightly, so he kept the Dragon Seat in his storage space these days.
Until now!
All of Long Teng's spirit ships burst, and there was no way to pose a threat to the traction altar, and under the influence of the traction altar, the next batch of support from the blood race could arrive at any time.
The Longteng Realm has been driven into a desperate situation, and it has reached a critical moment of life and death.
Without any hesitation, Lu Ye took out the dragon seat and poured spiritual power into it.
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More beams of light broke through the space and bombarded the traction altar.
The huge impact swept all directions, even if Lu Ye and others left early, the people who were rushed by Yu Bo turned their backs, and even the blood clan who chased and killed them were killed on the spot.
After finally stabilizing his figure, Lu Ye quickly raised his eyes and looked towards the altar.
What he saw, he was taken aback.
"How could it be?" In mid-air, Huang Liang, who was paying attention to this place, suddenly changed expression.
The scene imprinted in front of his eyes made him unbelievable. After losing the protection of the protective magic circle, the traction altar built by the blood race abruptly withstood a round of attack from the spirit ship without any damage!
More expectation, more disappointment.
A moment ago, Huang Liang thought that if Lu Ye broke the protective magic circle, the traction altar protected by it would be destroyed.
But in fact, the strength of this altar is beyond imagination!
All the Longteng cultivators who were paying attention to the movements on this side of the altar lost their minds.
"You ants... what are you expecting?" Xue Xiao's cold and stern voice sounded, and he rolled up a layer of blood and killed a monk of Haoran Academy who was closest to him.
The monk was in a trance, but he couldn't block Xue Xiao's attack, and was stabbed into the chest by his hand, and a beating heart was directly grabbed out.
"Junior Brother Qi!" An exclamation sounded, and more than a dozen strong men from the Haoran Academy quickly turned their minds and used their swords to kill the enemy.
However, a corner of the sword formation was broken, and they were dealing with a strong man like Xue Xiao. How difficult is it to stabilize the formation? For a moment, the sword formation on the side of Haoran Academy was in danger.
Yuan Changcun suddenly understood.
It turns out that all this is just a cover!
The reason why the blood owl and the blood monks guarding the altar joined the battlefield without any hesitation was not due to the situation, nor was it because of their carelessness, but the altar itself was indestructible!
After all, this is an altar made of materials brought by the blood race from the blood world, how could it be so easy to destroy.
The existence of the protective circle was a guarantee as well as a cover, which made Long Teng mistakenly think that as long as the protective circle was broken, the altar could be destroyed.
But in fact, the greatest despair is after destroying the protective circle.
The sudden loss of mind caused many casualties on Long Teng's side, plus the influence of the inexplicable large formation arranged by the blood race here, the advantages accumulated by Long Teng in the early stage have disappeared.
And this is not the most desperate.
What makes people feel even more desperate is that there is an extremely strange aura coming from the sky above the altar, and in the sky, there are vaguely floating figures that seem to break through the sky at any time.
The altar is pulling the coming of the blood world all the time, the boundary between Mohu blood world and Longteng world, although there is no way to completely pull the blood world down in a short time, but the next batch of support from the blood race is already ready, and I am afraid it will not take long. There are more blood clans coming to Longteng.
Once this kind of thing happened, the cultivator Long Teng would have no power to resist, and the only thing waiting for Long Teng was his destruction!
"Attack again!" Huang Liang roared.
With the fall of his voice, the spirit boat formation moored outside the battlefield buzzed again, and after a while, beams of light swept towards the traction altar and bombarded it.
The majestic and huge altar shook slightly, but remained unscathed.
The sturdiness of this altar is beyond what Brother Longteng imagined.
Huang Liang's eyeballs were bloodshot.
This time, without waiting for his order, the third wave of the spirit boat's attack has arrived.
Looking down from the sky, one after another thunderous beams of light would sweep over every few moments, bombarding the altar with great force.
So five rounds...
Finally, Huang Liang saw hope. On the altar, there were clearly some pits and cracks at the place that was bombarded.
This altar is indeed strong, but it is not indestructible. As long as it is strong enough, it can be destroyed.
However, just when hope rose again in his heart, there was a sudden explosion sound from outside the battlefield.
Huang Liang was startled, and looked up, only to see the spirit ships over there bursting open one by one.
It wasn't because it was destroyed by the blood race, but because the power to attack the city and the stronghold was continuously stimulated, the magic circle on the spirit boat could no longer hold up.
The explosion of the magic circle triggered the destruction of one after another spirit ships.
"Heaven is dead, my dragon is soaring!" Huang Liang's heart was ashamed, a mouthful of blood poured into his throat, and he sprayed out a mouthful of blood mist, his breath weakened rapidly.
Obviously there was hope again, but this hope was cruelly extinguished. The ups and downs of mood several times, even a person like Huang Liang couldn't bear it.
"Hahahaha!" Xue Xiao's stern laughter sounded, he stretched out his five fingers, and grabbed the head of a sword cultivator of Haoran Academy, as if carrying a small chicken, and his sarcasm spread throughout the battlefield: "I have to say, you guys The human race in the first world is qualified to be the blood food of my blood race, so resist as much as you want, and you will never have this opportunity in the future!"
While speaking, he squeezed hard with his hand, crushing the head of the Haoran Academy sword cultivator.
He looked up at Yuan Changcun, knowing that as long as he killed this person, the sword array that troubled him would be completely broken.
And Yuan Changcun was also seriously injured at the moment, with a large dent in his chest, which looked like he had been hit by a punch. When Xue Xiao looked at him, he clearly felt the breath of death.
With no thought of running away, Yuan Changcun just put his sword on his chest, and the aura of his whole body blended with the long sword in his hand, and the two became one.
As a sword cultivator, in the face of such a catastrophe, he has no reason to back down, and it is impossible for him to back down.
To die here is his only choice!
When the Qi was moving, seeing that the blood owl was about to attack, in the direction of the altar, there was a burst of extremely fierce and violent aura.
It was like an ancient ferocious beast that had been trapped for tens of thousands of years suddenly escaped from the barrier.
The boundless and noisy battlefield was suddenly quiet for a moment, and no matter whether it was the blood race or the soaring human race, there was a creepy feeling in their hearts.
It was as if there was an invisible beast crouching behind him, sticking out its long tongue and licking their necks.
Xue Xiao, who was indifferent even if he fell into the sword array, finally changed his face at this moment.
"Um?"
Turning his head to look in the direction of the altar, he saw a scarlet and slender figure in the midair over there at some point.
That figure is impressively a piece of armor about three feet high. The armor shows that it is covered with fine scales. On the elbows of both arms, there are two inverted bone spurs, shining with a cold light.
Yanjia's head has sharp edges and corners, which have been carefully chiseled by the top masters, and it has a cold golden and iron luster, and a pair of red blood eyes on the face reflect a chilling light.
A hard, wild, and ferocious aura pervaded unscrupulously, and that scarlet slender figure seemed to be the center of the entire world at this moment.
"Dragon's Breath..." Xue Xiao frowned.
Coming from the blood world, his knowledge is much more extensive than that of the monks in the dragon world.
Brother Long Teng could only feel the wild and overbearing aura that seemed to destroy everything from the scarlet slender figure, but Xue Xiao felt another aura.
Dragon's breath!
That's the breath of a real dragon!
It is the breath of heaven and earth, the only one who is the only one!
"Yanjia?" Xue Xiao was a little confused.
It is already bizarre enough for something with dragon breath to appear in a world like this itself, but it is not impossible. After all, a powerful creature like a real dragon roams the void and may appear in any realm.
What shocked him was not the simple breath of the dragon, but the Yanjia that suddenly appeared!
That was actually a Yanjia made from the body of a real dragon!
Who can slay a dragon, and who can use the body material of a real dragon to create such a Yanjia?
Such a treasure, not to mention a mere Dragon Realm, is rare even if it is placed in the Blood Realm.
This is by no means something that this world itself has. Even if this world has been born in the Divine Sea Realm, it is not qualified to create such a god.
On the other side, Huang Liang stared blankly at the scarlet figure that appeared suddenly, and sighed inwardly.
Finally... was forced to use this thing.
The dragon seat is in the hands of Lu Ye, he knows it, if his judgment is correct, Lu Ye is the savior who should be calamity, then the dragon seat is the savior of the world, and it is also the means for this world to deal with the disaster, otherwise the dragon seat If it was not born early or late, how could it be born at this time, and it fell into Lu Ye's hands by coincidence.
But from his standpoint, he didn't want Lu Ye to use this thing.
Zhuang Bufan's end is vivid in his mind, how can he use such fetishes to have a good end?
However, when Long Teng's cards were exhausted and there was no way to deal with the catastrophe, the Dragon Seat became the last hope.
So he could understand Lu Ye's choice at the moment.
In the center of heaven and earth, Lu Ye was wrapped in that scarlet and slender figure, only feeling that his mind was rising infinitely.
Whether or not to use the dragon seat is ultimately a choice.
Having witnessed the end of Zhuang Bufan's use of the Dragon Seat, Lu Ye is well aware of the burden that these fetishes place on him.
But compared to Zhuang Bufan, Lu Ye has more confidence in himself.
This kind of confidence comes from his feeling when refining the dragon seat. The whole process of refining the dragon seat was smooth without any hindrance, as if what he refined was not a divine object, but an ordinary spiritual weapon.
In addition, he can always feel that the dragon seat has an inexplicable closeness to him.
So he kept thinking, maybe what the little doctor said was right.
The reason why Zhuang Bufan undertook such a huge load, and died in the end, was because he did not get the approval of the dragon seat, and he could not control the dragon seat. Forcefully mobilizing the power of the dragon seat, naturally there would be no good end.
But if he could get the approval of the dragon seat, the situation would not be so bad.
That's what he said, but Lu Ye didn't dare to try it lightly, so he kept the Dragon Seat in his storage space these days.
Until now!
All of Long Teng's spirit ships burst, and there was no way to pose a threat to the traction altar, and under the influence of the traction altar, the next batch of support from the blood race could arrive at any time.
The Longteng Realm has been driven into a desperate situation, and it has reached a critical moment of life and death.
Without any hesitation, Lu Ye took out the dragon seat and poured spiritual power into it.
More beams of light broke through the space and bombarded the traction altar.The huge impact swept all directions, even if Lu Ye and others left early, the people who were rushed by Yu Bo turned their backs, and even the blood clan who chased and killed them were killed on the spot.After finally stabilizing his figure, Lu Ye quickly raised his eyes and looked towards the altar.What he saw, he was taken aback."How could it be?" In mid-air, Huang Liang, who was paying attention to this place, suddenly changed expression.The scene imprinted in front of his eyes made him unbelievable. After losing the protection of the protective magic circle, the traction altar built by the blood race abruptly withstood a round of attack from the spirit ship without any damage!More expectation, more disappointment.A moment ago, Huang Liang thought that if Lu Ye broke the protective magic circle, the traction altar protected by it would be destroyed.But in fact, the strength of this altar is beyond imagination!All the Longteng cultivators who were paying attention to the movements on this side of the altar lost their minds."You ants... what are you expecting?" Xue Xiao's cold and stern voice sounded, and he rolled up a layer of blood and killed a monk of Haoran Academy who was closest to him.The monk was in a trance, but he couldn't block Xue Xiao's attack, and was stabbed into the chest by his hand, and a beating heart was directly grabbed out."Junior Brother Qi!" An exclamation sounded, and more than a dozen strong men from the Haoran Academy quickly turned their minds and used their swords to kill the enemy.However, a corner of the sword formation was broken, and they were dealing with a strong man like Xue Xiao. How difficult is it to stabilize the formation? For a moment, the sword formation on the side of Haoran Academy was in danger.Yuan Changcun suddenly understood.It turns out that all this is just a cover!The reason why the blood owl and the blood monks guarding the altar joined the battlefield without any hesitation was not due to the situation, nor was it because of their carelessness, but the altar itself was indestructible!After all, this is an altar made of materials brought by the blood race from the blood world, how could it be so easy to destroy.The existence of the protective circle was a guarantee as well as a cover, which made Long Teng mistakenly think that as long as the protective circle was broken, the altar could be destroyed.But in fact, the greatest despair is after destroying the protective circle.The sudden loss of mind caused many casualties on Long Teng's side, plus the influence of the inexplicable large formation arranged by the blood race here, the advantages accumulated by Long Teng in the early stage have disappeared.And this is not the most desperate.What makes people feel even more desperate is that there is an extremely strange aura coming from the sky above the altar, and in the sky, there are vaguely floating figures that seem to break through the sky at any time.The altar is pulling the coming of the blood world all the time, the boundary between Mohu blood world and Longteng world, although there is no way to completely pull the blood world down in a short time, but the next batch of support from the blood race is already ready, and I am afraid it will not take long. There are more blood clans coming to Longteng.Once this kind of thing happened, the cultivator Long Teng would have no power to resist, and the only thing waiting for Long Teng was his destruction!"Attack again!" Huang Liang roared.With the fall of his voice, the spirit boat formation moored outside the battlefield buzzed again, and after a while, beams of light swept towards the traction altar and bombarded it.The majestic and huge altar shook slightly, but remained unscathed.The sturdiness of this altar is beyond what Brother Longteng imagined.Huang Liang's eyeballs were bloodshot.This time, without waiting for his order, the third wave of the spirit boat's attack has arrived.Looking down from the sky, one after another thunderous beams of light would sweep over every few moments, bombarding the altar with great force.So five rounds...Finally, Huang Liang saw hope. On the altar, there were clearly some pits and cracks at the place that was bombarded.This altar is indeed strong, but it is not indestructible. As long as it is strong enough, it can be destroyed.However, just when hope rose again in his heart, there was a sudden explosion sound from outside the battlefield.Huang Liang was startled, and looked up, only to see the spirit ships over there bursting open one by one.It wasn't because it was destroyed by the blood race, but because the power to attack the city and the stronghold was continuously stimulated, the magic circle on the spirit boat could no longer hold up.The explosion of the magic circle triggered the destruction of one after another spirit ships."Heaven is dead, my dragon is soaring!" Huang Liang's heart was ashamed, a mouthful of blood poured into his throat, and he sprayed out a mouthful of blood mist, his breath weakened rapidly.Obviously there was hope again, but this hope was cruelly extinguished. The ups and downs of mood several times, even a person like Huang Liang couldn't bear it."Hahahaha!" Xue Xiao's stern laughter sounded, he stretched out his five fingers, and grabbed the head of a sword cultivator of Haoran Academy, as if carrying a small chicken, and his sarcasm spread throughout the battlefield: "I have to say, you guys The human race in the first world is qualified to be the blood food of my blood race, so resist as much as you want, and you will never have this opportunity in the future!"While speaking, he squeezed hard with his hand, crushing the head of the Haoran Academy sword cultivator.He looked up at Yuan Changcun, knowing that as long as he killed this person, the sword array that troubled him would be completely broken.And Yuan Changcun was also seriously injured at the moment, with a large dent in his chest, which looked like he had been hit by a punch. When Xue Xiao looked at him, he clearly felt the breath of death.With no thought of running away, Yuan Changcun just put his sword on his chest, and the aura of his whole body blended with the long sword in his hand, and the two became one.As a sword cultivator, in the face of such a catastrophe, he has no reason to back down, and it is impossible for him to back down.To die here is his only choice!When the Qi was moving, seeing that the blood owl was about to attack, in the direction of the altar, there was a burst of extremely fierce and violent aura.It was like an ancient ferocious beast that had been trapped for tens of thousands of years suddenly escaped from the barrier.The boundless and noisy battlefield was suddenly quiet for a moment, and no matter whether it was the blood race or the soaring human race, there was a creepy feeling in their hearts.It was as if there was an invisible beast crouching behind him, sticking out its long tongue and licking their necks.Xue Xiao, who was indifferent even if he fell into the sword array, finally changed his face at this moment."Um?"Turning his head to look in the direction of the altar, he saw a scarlet and slender figure in the midair over there at some point.That figure is impressively a piece of armor about three feet high. The armor shows that it is covered with fine scales. On the elbows of both arms, there are two inverted bone spurs, shining with a cold light.Yanjia's head has sharp edges and corners, which have been carefully chiseled by the top masters, and it has a cold golden and iron luster, and a pair of red blood eyes on the face reflect a chilling light.A hard, wild, and ferocious aura pervaded unscrupulously, and that scarlet slender figure seemed to be the center of the entire world at this moment."Dragon's Breath..." Xue Xiao frowned.Coming from the blood world, his knowledge is much more extensive than that of the monks in the dragon world.Brother Long Teng could only feel the wild and overbearing aura that seemed to destroy everything from the scarlet slender figure, but Xue Xiao felt another aura.Dragon's breath!That's the breath of a real dragon!It is the breath of heaven and earth, the only one who is the only one!"Yanjia?" Xue Xiao was a little confused.It is already bizarre enough for something with dragon breath to appear in a world like this itself, but it is not impossible. After all, a powerful creature like a real dragon roams the void and may appear in any realm.What shocked him was not the simple breath of the dragon, but the Yanjia that suddenly appeared!That was actually a Yanjia made from the body of a real dragon!Who can slay a dragon, and who can use the body material of a real dragon to create such a Yanjia?Such a treasure, not to mention a mere Dragon Realm, is rare even if it is placed in the Blood Realm.This is by no means something that this world itself has. Even if this world has been born in the Divine Sea Realm, it is not qualified to create such a god.On the other side, Huang Liang stared blankly at the scarlet figure that appeared suddenly, and sighed inwardly.Finally... was forced to use this thing.The dragon seat is in the hands of Lu Ye, he knows it, if his judgment is correct, Lu Ye is the savior who should be calamity, then the dragon seat is the savior of the world, and it is also the means for this world to deal with the disaster, otherwise the dragon seat If it was not born early or late, how could it be born at this time, and it fell into Lu Ye's hands by coincidence.But from his standpoint, he didn't want Lu Ye to use this thing.Zhuang Bufan's end is vivid in his mind, how can he use such fetishes to have a good end?However, when Long Teng's cards were exhausted and there was no way to deal with the catastrophe, the Dragon Seat became the last hope.So he could understand Lu Ye's choice at the moment.In the center of heaven and earth, Lu Ye was wrapped in that scarlet and slender figure, only feeling that his mind was rising infinitely.Whether or not to use the dragon seat is ultimately a choice.Having witnessed the end of Zhuang Bufan's use of the Dragon Seat, Lu Ye is well aware of the burden that these fetishes place on him.But compared to Zhuang Bufan, Lu Ye has more confidence in himself.This kind of confidence comes from his feeling when refining the dragon seat. The whole process of refining the dragon seat was smooth without any hindrance, as if what he refined was not a divine object, but an ordinary spiritual weapon.In addition, he can always feel that the dragon seat has an inexplicable closeness to him.So he kept thinking, maybe what the little doctor said was right.The reason why Zhuang Bufan undertook such a huge load, and died in the end, was because he did not get the approval of the dragon seat, and he could not control the dragon seat. Forcefully mobilizing the power of the dragon seat, naturally there would be no good end.But if he could get the approval of the dragon seat, the situation would not be so bad.That's what he said, but Lu Ye didn't dare to try it lightly, so he kept the Dragon Seat in his storage space these days.Until now!All of Long Teng's spirit ships burst, and there was no way to pose a threat to the traction altar, and under the influence of the traction altar, the next batch of support from the blood race could arrive at any time.The Longteng Realm has been driven into a desperate situation, and it has reached a critical moment of life and death.Without any hesitation, Lu Ye took out the dragon seat and poured spiritual power into it.
