Star of Civilization

"What's wrong?" The white messenger fell gently.

I saw the gray-robed old man possessed and picked up the crown, hovering in his palm, staring anxiously at the hole on it, looking over and over again.

"Is this..."

The muscles on his face jumped involuntarily, and his expression was solemn.

The other two quickly leaned over and looked at the crown in his hand together.

"Hey! Isn't it the crown...?" The black robe old man curled his lips in disdain, "Human rights and luxury create incomparable desires. They just like these shiny but worthless things."

"Is this the crown of the Quinting clan?" The White Messenger asked with a glance.

"No, the point is not the crown itself..."

The gray-robed old man raised the crown, shook his head, sighed helplessly, closed his eyes, and felt it carefully.

"Do you feel the breath?"

"Aura?" The white messenger looked puzzled. He also knew that there were not many things that could make this old dragon feel helpless.

The gray-robed old man was silent.

"Let me see." The black robe old man condensed his gaze and grabbed the crown with his hands.

Upon closer inspection, his brows gradually rose, and his face also appeared shocked.

"Yeah, can this residual feeling... be the source of the fire in the creation furnace?"

The old man deserves to be a long-lived old dragon. It is the powerful biomagnetism that every dragon clan can feel when he is born. How can he forget?

What surprised him even more was that the source of fire should be an artifact kept by the dragon clan. It had been lost for a long time, and I don't know why it appeared on this crown.

"It is indeed like a source of fire, a very strange feeling... Could it be someone from the Quinting clan who stole it?"

The gray-robed old man turned around, also frowned high, and said in a deep voice, "Well, do you think so too?"

"Fire source?"

The white messenger took the crown in one hand, and a layer of aura on the other hand, it only appeared for a moment before it was extinguished.

"Ok?"

"There is a strange feeling, my spiritual power seems to have been extracted by something?"

This discovery caused him to withdraw that hand suddenly, frowning suspiciously.

"Huh? Let me try."

The black-robed old man's hand also condensed a cloud of aura, but the energy was greater.

This time the reaction was also strong, as if it had touched a barrier. With a "hum", the aura disappeared in a flash.

"what?"

"how so?"

"Is it the residual power?"

"It's weird."

The three of them were surprised, and took turns experimenting. After increasing spiritual power time and time again, that reaction became stronger and stronger.

"What kind of power is it? Come, combine the power of the three people, and do it again." The gray-robed old man took the lead after speaking, his hair and beard were all stretched, and his robe was stirred by spiritual power, and a bright light was conceived in his palm.

The three of them condensed their spiritual power at the same time, huge and turbulent, and the entire temple was suddenly covered by blue Yingying light, as if competing with the moonlight.

"Buzzing—"

As the arcs passed by, the spiritual power of the three of them made the space react, the walls trembled, and the dust and rubble fell down.

"It's not right, it's like a neutralizing reaction between spiritual power and evil power."

"This...impossible, what force is resisting?"

"Wait a minute! Don't try again, there seems to be something else here."

Hearing what he said, the other two were also taken aback.

The surroundings were still pitch black, and moonlight shed from the destroyed hole, and the atmosphere was a bit strange.

The two suddenly woke up, hurriedly withdrew their hands, threw down the crown, and withdrew their spiritual power.

"On top!"

The gray-robed old man put his arms in front of him in a defensive posture. He raised his head suddenly and looked out through the ceiling of the temple.

I saw the distorted scene obscured the stars, and the dark night sky, like a large piece of transparent glass or water ripples, lay across the Tianhe River, affecting the vision, and it looked very abnormal.

"Is this a distortion of gravity?" The black robe old man asked in doubt.

"It's not good, maybe it's the residual evil spirit. Do you feel that something is changing on it, it's very slow, it seems to be an abnormal feeling of time and space."

The white messenger looked up, then looked at the ground subconsciously, was suddenly startled, and pointed to the ground in surprise, "Bloodstains...? When did the bloodstains that were still there just disappear?"

Sure enough, there seemed to be something missing on the ground.

Except for the rubble, Du Tanititi's body has not changed, and the blood is gone. That is the blood that should have been coagulated. How could it be said that it was gone.

Others have seen it too. The space of the temple is filled with weird and ominous atmosphere.

The gray-robed old man looked solemn, looked at the ground, raised his head again and stepped out, standing under the hole in the ceiling, his legs slightly bent.

"What are you going to do?" The White Messenger asked in surprise.

"Go up and have a look."

"Wait, it's too risky!"

Before the words fell, the gray-robed old man burst out of the dragon's peculiar breath, almost blending with the surrounding scenery. When moving, the light and shadow on the surface of his body will also change.

The afterimage flashed directly through the ceiling and flew out.

His speed is extremely fast, almost ascending nearly a hundred meters.

"What a strong coercion!"

This surprise is not trivial!

The gray-robed old man had just transformed into a giant dragon form, and before he could unfold the dragon wings, he encountered strong resistance.

In an instant, the stars in the dark night sky were obscured, and an irresistible force appeared.

Before he could move, a shadow suddenly fell.

After a muffled sound—"Oh!", he heard only a low scream.

That power is like a mountain pressing the top!

The old man screamed, and instantly fell from midair.

"boom!"

Smoke and dust rose from a corner of the altar, which was smashed in half by huge force, and the rubble flew away.

Afterwards, the gray-robed old man's body bounced and fell on the ground, repeated five or six times in the blink of an eye, crashed several stone pillars, and flew more than ten meters away before stopping.

Immediately afterwards, there was a black eye, a grunting sound, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his body returned to a normal human size.

"Elder Nezod!" The black-robed old man shook, trying to rush over, but was pulled by the powerful arm of the white messenger.

"what are you doing?"

"look up!"

The white messenger released his hand and looked up at the sky.

I saw in one direction ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ countless rubble flying in the air somehow, and at a certain height, it instantly turned into dust and dispersed.

Before the concentration of dust and smoke spread, it disappeared immediately.

"What's that stuff?" The two were dumbfounded.

Even with the rich experience of the Dragon Clan and knowledgeable people, he couldn't understand what happened for a while.

"There is something, it seems to be... a space barrier?" The white messenger said solemnly.

"No, that's not right! This is the force from the outside in... It is a dimensional compression, and some matter is sucked in."

Even if there is accidental danger, few dragons can remain indifferent when seeing the vision in front of them.

In surprise, a flash of light was released in the air, condensed into a white electric ball.

With a sound of "click", accompanied by a muffled thunder flash in the night sky, it fell straight to the ground, bursting loudly, and causing pain in the eardrum.

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