Lord of Pets

"The Emperor's Dragon-Slaying Sword is truly unrivaled."

Bai Wushang had this thought, but did not respond to Xuanyuan Hou's inquiry.

When he embarked on this path, he no longer wanted to expose his original identity.

He Jiuyang was, after all, Xianyun Yehe, without any blood relatives or friends.

But if Bai Wushang's identity is exposed and the Death Line is ultimately defeated, the Sin Dragon's guilt will not be removed.

Afterwards, Long Ting was furious and implicated his Daqian dynasty, the Ji family, the Mu family, and even Aunt Lu. This was a result he did not want to see.

However, the development of things has not yet reached the worst point.

The camouflage of the bloodline was damaged, and the whole person felt strange, as if two incompatible things were forcibly pieced together.

But the good news is that it has not really been exposed yet, and there is still enough buffer period.

"You care too much."

Long Wuji answered for him, and in an instant he crossed a thousand meters and rushed towards Xuanyuan Hou.

Of the nine pet beasts, two were on the verge of death and seven were seriously injured. This was an exciting result.

But - the Master is the real body!

If the other party dares to come alone, he must have something unique to rely on to protect the Dragon Palace.

And backhand.

It must be forced out.

This is also the reason why Long Wuji would rather use the Dragon-Slaying Emperor Sword instead of combining nine meridians to upgrade to the strongest fighting dragon form.

"Long Man, Long Chen, and An Suyi, the goal remains unchanged. You continue to break the seal of the Door of Sleep and then open it."

Xuanyuan Hou had already recovered all the nine pet beasts. Thunder was born under his feet and wind was blowing outside his body. He dodged the Dou Zhan Sheng Dragon's attack at his limit. While giving instructions, he took out an object and said lightly:

"Today's Dragon Court, both inside and outside the realm, is facing a lot of pressure. I originally wanted to save a treasure and let it play its value in more important areas."

"But I am still arrogant. With my power, I cannot suppress you."

"As expected of the Death God lineage, just the remnants of it have such strength."

"But... let's stop here. You will usher in the end of your destiny. After today, there will be no more battles in the world. As for the real God of Death, sooner or later, it will be buried in the hands of the Dragon God, and will be blamed for the heinous crimes it has committed. Sin pays.”

What Xuanyuan Hou took out was an amber dragon-shaped jade pendant.

It was only the size of a palm, with a shadow floating inside, shining with the light of red clouds, reflecting the aura of the god.

Just a glimpse of it made all the holy dragons present feel excited.

The Dragon-Slaying Emperor Sword makes all the dragons feel frightened, as if they are facing a natural enemy or a predator.

Then this jade pendant makes the dragon in awe.

Its aura is too ancient and ethereal, not like a thing on earth, but more like an immortal in the sky or a Buddha on the ground. It is mysterious and profound that is difficult to describe in words.

"The Ancestral Dragon Blood Jade... indeed carries such a thing..."

Long Wuji, with stern eyes and a solemn expression, immediately stopped chasing him and rarely activated multiple defensive skills to add buffs to himself.

Xuanyuan Hou's face was calm, and his eyes looked faintly at the dead person, as if he was looking at a dead person, without any emotion at all.

However, this expression could not be maintained for three seconds, and it was self-defeating.

"Huh? The mysterious law here is really quite powerful. If it exists, it can actually prevent me from awakening the blood jade?"

Xuanyuan Hou let out a light sigh, and then sneered. Very resolutely and decisively, he cut his wrist with a short blade, and bright red blood spurted out like a spring.

"The sins of the dead lineage are extremely heinous. I have decided that Longqi Xuanyuanhou is willing to trade three hundred years of life for peace. Please ask the Dragon God to come and punish the evil! Zhen Xiaoxiao!"

With a bang, the entire Great Holy Dragon Palace was shaking.

The Dragon of Science, the Black Jade Demonic Dragon, and all the giant dragons and dragoons who formed the square formation from the outside world felt weak and almost fell to the ground.

Bai Wushang activated the Dragon-Slaying Emperor Sword, but they couldn't sense any aura.

However, Xuanyuan Hou used his lifespan to break through the invisible imprisonment and awaken the Ancestral Dragon Blood Jade, which caused a shock within a thousand miles radius.

"The Ancestral Dragon...is the power of the Ancestral Dragon. A dragon god has arrived?"

The scientific dragon with profound knowledge and keen perception shrank his neck.

They didn't know who came, or what exactly happened, but they instinctively felt that something was getting serious.

"After all, he is a descendant of another ancestral dragon. It is reasonable for the same level to fight against the same level."

As the elder brother’s scientific dragon, he comforts his younger brother:

"The matter should be resolved soon. I hope everything is safe for my father. When it comes home, I will show it the results of our research over the years. It will definitely be happy..."

Central Dragon Temple.

The turmoil caused by the Dragon-Slaying Emperor Sword had just subsided, and the two camps were fighting together again.

But, within a minute, they stopped again.

The dragon-shaped jade pendant, which continued to absorb Xuanyuan Hou's blood and became more and more translucent, was like a rising blood sun, emitting thousands of rays of light.

No matter which force they represent, whether they are dragons or humans, they are all suppressed indiscriminately.

Especially for dragons with king bodies, their souls tremble and are frightened, as if their hands and feet are bound, and they can't help but feel fearful.

"Long Tong, I leave it to you!"

Long Wuji shouted, threw Bai Wushang away, and threw him to the area where the Golden Holy Dragon was standing.

Then he looked at Xuanyuan Hou, who closed his eyes and was gradually enveloped in a ball of bright silver liquid, with eyes as bright as lightning, and said in an extraordinarily bold manner:

"In my whole life, I have never fought with my life against an ancestral dragon. It seems that my wish will come true today!"

"Come on, fight! Fight against a clan of dragons, Wuji, come on!"

The purple-gold dragon finally bit off the last three dragon heads on its back, its eyes gradually turned red, and its words became more and more arrogant and evil.

"The silver ancestral dragon, with this gorgeous texture, seems to be the crystal dragon god. Hahaha, if the main body comes in person, then forget it. It's a pity that using jade and blood as the medium, just a projection, I want to kill one of the dead ones. Pulse? You are looking down on us!"

The body shrunk and turned into Long Wuji, who was fifty meters tall and in full fighting dragon form. With his whiskers flying, he looked up to the sky and roared, like a mad god descending to earth.

It opened its palm, and a small artifact emerged, which was also watered with blood, desperately injecting strength into it.

It was a necklace, a dragon's tooth necklace.

"Your Majesty, today I exchange the relics of the God of Death for supreme power. Watch me attack the superiors below and go against the will of heaven!"

"boom!!!"

The next second, the dragon's scales shone brightly, as if its internal organs were burning; the dragon's horns protruded backwards, becoming sharper and stronger; the dragon's wings grew to both sides, becoming wider and tougher... In just three or five breaths, , Long Wuji's aura climbed steadily, from a mad god to a demon god, his scornful eyes swept all around, and even suppressed the kings of holy dragons such as the Morning Wind Giant Dragon, the Taixu Ancient Dragon, and the Jimuchi Dragon, and their hair stood on end. Keep moving back.

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PS2: It is difficult to achieve more. I understand readers’ desire and dissatisfaction, but I really can’t do it. The author who is getting bald day by day cannot learn this skill.