Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 1052: Survival

Although Long Yan's attitude was not revealed, Su Zimo felt that he was not accepted by the strong dragon.

This is normal.

Long Yan and Su Zimo only met each other for the first time, and they didn't know anything about his temperament, conduct, past, strength, and everything.

In the eyes of Long Yan, Su Zimo was a junior with good luck, impure blood, and somehow was attracted by the red hair ghost.

Long Yan said that he had a little master and could explain the situation of the Dragon tribe so carefully and patiently, mainly in the face of the red hair ghost.

Therefore, Su Zimo didn't expect that a casual sentence of his own drove the dragon strong to shoot for him!

Moreover, the strength and terribleness of Long Yan's methods brought him great shock!

This is the strength of the Dragon Race!

At that time, the Dragons could dominate the ancient times, and all the nations have the same respect, not without a reason!

In the same level, the human race practitioners can hardly compete with it.

In the battle of Vientiane in the ancient battlefield, the human race Tianjiao faced the Raksha and Protoss of the Taikoo Nine, too!

Of course, this is not to say that the strong human race is completely inferior to the Taikoo Nine.

After all, the human race won the battle of ancient times!

The emperors of the ancient times are also capable of competing with the Taikoo Nine!

At that time, the emperor was born, almost relying on his own strength to reverse the entire situation of the ancient war and suppress the strong of the nine races, what a charm!

In Su Zimo's mind, even in this life, the human race is not without Tianjiao who can compete with the Taikoo Nine!

Yan Beichen and Jihuo, as he knows, are proud of being at the same level.

Ji Fairy has been instructed by the exquisite fairy, and has obtained the complete inheritance of the Su Ning Jing. The future is also unlimited.

Mingzheng has been inherited by the Bodhisattva Bodhisattva. With his unrestricted heart and understanding of the Dharma, as long as he can grow up, he must have a place in the world of cultivation!

Even the fat man, Shi Jian and others have their own opportunities and should not be underestimated.

For a time, Su Zimo was full of thoughts.

At this moment, Longyan Town had already rushed back to kill the two Liuli Palaces.

"Thank you Uncle Yan."

Su Zimo worshiped deeply.

Long Yan said in a deep voice: "You have to remember, even if you can't become the young master of the candle dragon in the future, you are also a dragon! Dragons, do not tolerate provocation by other races, do not tolerate bullying by other races!"

Su Zimo nodded.

Long Yan thought about it and said, "Of course, back to the Valley of Dragon Skeletons, don't expect me to help you. There are dragons around you. If you are bullied, you can only rely on yourself!"

Having said that, the two continued on their way.

...

At the same time, the bottom of Dragon Valley was buried.

"Master, Red Hairy Ghost, a monk from the Eight Great Sects is coming here. The visitor is not good, and it is most likely a fit power!"

Red Hair Yin God experienced, Su Zimo's black-haired Yuan Shen also knew.

Originally, nine super gates struck, and the two combined powers of Liuli Palace were killed by Longyan Town. There should be eight forces!

"Just here."

The red-haired ghost snorted coldly and said murderously: "There are rumors from outside that this burial of Longgu is a great ominous place! In this case, kill as many Laozi as you like!"

"No."

The old monk shook his head and said, "How sinful is your body, how can you recreate it! What's more, if these coming powers fall here, and there is no room for manoeuvre with these eight forces, what will Zimo do?"

"He naturally has me to guard!"

The red-haired ghost proudly said.

"How long can you protect him?"

The old monk asked, "Do you want him to spend the rest of his life at the bottom of the Dragon Valley?"

"He is different from you and me. He has just stepped back into the virtual realm. If he retreats here all year round, don't talk about the combined state, Mahayana, even the threshold of the state of law, he can't touch it!"

This is like Su Zimo. When he practiced in Xiaoyue Mountain for 100 years, he could not grow up until he reached the middle of Yuanying Realm.

And when he went out and went through some experience, he got a lot of opportunities.

Although it is dangerous and life-threatening several times, today, it has entered the virtual world!

This is less than a year away!

Therefore, for practitioners, both penance and experience are indispensable.

"So what do you want?"

The red-haired ghost frowned slightly: "The group of people is not good. You are half-length into the coffin, so don't try to toss yourself."

Although Su Zimo could not see the practice of the old monk, but he could vaguely feel that the old monk had entered the twilight, and the blood on his body was gradually declining!

You should know that when the practitioner is in his old age and there is not much Shou Yuan, if he forcibly shoots, the greater the consumption, the faster the blood loss, and the more Shou Yuan breaks!

The same is true for not only cultivators, but even mortals.

All elderly people are extremely frail, and even less powerful than teenagers.

Not to mention the fierce movements, you may fall into a fall and easily die.

Although the words of the red hair ghost were ugly, Su Zimo could hear that he was concerned about the old monk.

The old monk lowered his eyebrows and said, "These combined powers come from all the super sects, and they should not be unreasonable."

"Reason?"

The red hair ghost chuckled and said, "Don't talk about it. If they still have a little face, they don't want to come to you!"

The old monk was silent.

The red-haired ghost shrugged and said casually: "Let's do this, I really don't want to care about this! Anyway, it's your family's business, and I'm at ease."

"Furthermore, the boy's real dragon race has already gone to the dragon race, it is better that his black-haired primitive **** died. In this way, this boy is a pure dragon race! Hahaha!"

The red-haired ghost laughed in the sky, shaking his tall body and walking into the depths of the cemetery. With the sound of a chain, it gradually faded into darkness and lost its voice.

The old monk looked at Su Zimo's black-haired protoss, and smiled kindly, saying: "Clean it up, come with me."

Su Zimo nodded.

There is nothing to organize, just pick up the storage bag and leave.

But he was in a stature, turning his head to look at the lotus stems, broken lotus leaves scattered on the ground, and the bare, dim lotus platform, a sudden burst of perseverance in his heart.

For him, the loss was not too great!

The dragons actually went to the Valley of Dragon Skeletons to practice. If they can recover as before, they will be blessed by disaster, and their future combat power will be even more terrifying!

It's just a pity that this is the respected Qinglian.

This created green lotus has been with him for more than a hundred years. He has also conceived for more than a hundred years. He has just grown into the sixth grade and entered the mature period.

It is almost impossible to give birth again.

After a little groaning, Su Zimo decided to collect these broken and lifeless lotus stems and leaves, and put them into the storage bag a little.

When picking up the bare lotus terrace, Su Zimo gave a light sigh.

This blue lotus platform is intact and without any scars.

Although the petals of Liantai have fallen, the fifty-four lotus seeds inside are still there, and they also emit a faint glow, leaving a ray of vitality!

Cavan, there should be only two more today, when the later plot is sorted out, it will be better.

(End of this chapter)