Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

At the crucial time, the remnant of the bloodless dragon emperor who had not appeared for a long time suddenly appeared.

Slightly spit out a bite of dragon gas, suddenly the body of the morning bursting like the real yuan and soul power, while stabilizing.

Xiao Chen breathed a sigh of relief, and the Emperor of Blood is still as usual. Every time he shows up, he must belittle himself.

Xiao Chen, who has long been used to it, whispered softly: "Predecessors, I have come to the Dragon Empire and joined the Temple of Heaven."

"Dragon Temple?"

The blood-stained dragon emperor gave a slight glimpse, and it took a long time to react. The road said: "Yes, I still feel weird, weird, the Qinglong vein has long since disappeared, and where can we join the Qinglong Temple."

This statement was said by the Emperor of Blood, and it sounded a bit inexplicable.

He was the strongest dragon in the Qinglong period. The first time he thought of it, it was obvious that Xiao Chen would join the Qinglong Temple.

When the reaction came, I realized that the Qinglong vein had already disappeared.

Before he left, the Qinglong vein still existed, even brilliant, and he did not know how the Qinglong vein died.

Not used to it, there is no dragon dragon empire.

I don't want to see the situation of all aspects of the body after the promotion of the Holy Spirit. There are too many questions in the heart of Xiao Chen to ask the Emperor of Blood.

"Predecessors, in the world of Longteng, once discovered a dragon city. It turned out that under the dragon city, the black dragon king was sealed, and the seal was destroyed now. The fire of the virtual **** guarding the seal, the deadline is coming, telling me within a hundred years, The Black Dragon King will be reborn... The predecessor seems to be your subordinate."

Xiao Chen said for a long time, can find the Emperor of Blood, some indifferent, did not have the heart of their own imagination: "In other words, the blood-shirt predecessors, you are not surprised, do not worry?"

"Amazed by the wool, the array is what I am clothing. How long can it exist? I am still not sure? Worried about the usefulness, can you waste this for me, killing the black mud?"

The **** dragon emperor had a word, and the blocked Xiao Chen had nothing to say. It sounded very reasonable and could not be refuted.

After a long time, Xiao Chen can only whisper: "Oh."

"I gave you the dragon refining technique, but there is no cultivation!!"

Suddenly, the Emperor of Blood, discovered what, and angered: "You kid, how do you say that you are good, put my dragon refining technique not to practice. Go to practice what magic wanders the sky, I give Is your dragon refining technique very bad?"

In fact, all the **** dragon emperors, all so angry, more because Xiao Chen and him, have embarked on the path of the magical fellow initiates.

It’s not really angry with Xiao Chen. He doesn’t know what it is, it’s hate in his heart.

Xiao Chen was shocked and somewhat guilty. In his state of mind, few people can make him so unbearable.

Only **** dragon emperor!

Xiao Chen explained that he was not ruined: "The dragon refining technique has always been practiced. The first three have been cultivated, and the dragon keel dragon blood has been successfully concocted. The fourth weight is also successfully cultivated and can be successfully displayed. Shenlong battle body and Qinglong **** wing, the fifth heavy I think about breaking through the holy deity, continue to practice."

"Hey, what kind of **** dragon battle you are, wait until you have finished all six exercises. Only then, this dragon refining technique is just beginning, the dragon and the war are complete. Don't throw my face, be shy for you. ""

The **** dragon emperor snorted and said disdainfully.

Xiao Chen heard that the blood-dressed dragon emperor was in a much better mood. He smiled and said: "I know, then I will try my best to cultivate the dragon refining technique, and I will definitely live up to my predecessors. When the seniors wake up next time, they will definitely see it. , the complete dragon fighting body!"

"Next time?"

The voice of the Emperor of Blood, suddenly infinitely low: "No next time."

Suddenly, I let Xiao Chen look sad, and my heart sank: "What do you mean? Don't tell me, you are going to die? Without my permission, you will never die!"

"Oh, I have been dead for many thousand years, and you are excited about this kid. Now it’s just a smashing soul. Sooner or later, I’m just not worried about your kid. I don’t want to worry about it every time, like you. In this way, how to revitalize the Qinglong in the future."

The voice of the Emperor of Blood, suddenly mildened, but made Xiao Chen feel very uncomfortable.

He hoped that the Emperor of Blood, and the original, would slap himself.

The right fist is clenched and the look is a little nervous.

Looks like every time, the blood-shirted dragon emperor wakes up, all help himself, big and small, saved his life no less than three times.

Is it because of this?

Is it because of saving yourself, and it costs a lot of souls? Xiao Chen suddenly infinitely blamed himself.

"Don't think about your kid, I have already said that I have already died very early. But for the sake of inheritance, I will save my soul essence."

The Emperor Wenzhuang seems to guess what Xiao Chen thinks, and his words are relieved.

The heart of Xiao Chen, after a long time, did not calm down.

In fact, I have long been accustomed to staying in the body of a remnant soul, although rarely appear, but in the invisible but gave Xiao Chen a rely.

"It’s a pity... In that year, the black muddy, the whole world, turned upside down, triggered the battle of the real devil, the flames of war burned to the gods of the heavens, even the heavens were affected, divided and not existed in the world. But still not defeated In my hands, I was sealed, but I finally lost in the hands of the years..."

The **** dragon emperor sighed and sighed: "There is a king left, less than a hundred years, this black muddy has to come out again. Kid, cheer up, I can still maintain a complete inheritance and memory, accept my inheritance, For the black muddy for me!"

When the voice fell, I saw the nine-star Yuan Dan, and there was a burst of red light.

The blood-colored dragon prints fly out, and then quickly falls apart and turns into a glimpse of the brilliance of the brilliance and the soul of Xiao Chen.

In an instant...

A life, in front of Xiao Chen, like a movie picture, flashing quickly.

There is a weathering and flowering month, and it is full of enthusiasm and enthusiasm. From green to maturity, from innate circumstances, step by step, and finally stand at the peak of this vast world, refining the immortal body, igniting the supreme fire.

Passionate and passionate, I want to unify the eight empire, establish the Dragon dynasty, and restore the supreme tyranny of the dragon era.

How can it be, the Black Dragon King turned out to be the third realm, causing the ultimate battle of the real devil.

The heavens are broken, the gods are fallen, and the whole world is rewritten.

When everything is in the past, when the Emperor of Blood is hanging down, the last picture is fixed in front of Xiao Chen.

That is the picture of the Emperor of Blood, before dying.

When the picture is broken, Xiao Chen knows the sea, and there are countless memories. That is the biggest treasure and inheritance left by the Emperor of Blood.

After a long time, Xiao Chen opened his eyes, and it was like a past ten thousand years.

"It turned out that he really was dead many years ago..."

Xiao Chen was so sad that he was slightly depressed, recalling the few words that he had intersected with the Emperor of Blood.

A little regret, born too late, if you can see the **** dragon emperor's predecessor, how good it is.

"Reassured, I will definitely rejuvenate the Qinglong, and will defeat you in the black mud!"

In the eyes of Xiao Chen, there was a touch of perseverance, and invisible, the body radiated a vain glow.

Behind Xiao Chen, the naked eye can't see it, and the mental power can't see it.

The shadow of the blood dragon dragon illusion, looking at Xiao Chen below, a smile on the corner of his mouth: "It's pretty good, tangled for so long, I should rest assured. Just now... but unfortunately, really, no way I saw you practicing the dragon refining technique and showed it to me. Just like this, there is no regret in this life."

Hey!

A glimpse of Guanghua, the illusory figure of the Emperor of Blood, completely disappeared.