Five Hundred and Sixty-Six Thousand Real Dragons

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"The time and space here are disordered, and people who enter it together may not necessarily take the same path." Yan Zhaoge looked around, but there was no sign of Liu Shuo and others from the island of terror.

But it is also because of the chaos of time and space that the barrier in front of him can be stabilized in such a chaotic time and space in the dragon tomb without following the tide, showing an astonishing miracle.

In the enchantment, although there was only one skeleton left, Yan Zhaoge could recognize it at a glance by looking at his clothes. This person was the one who had gone to the Xingluohai Seabed Grottoes, touched the beams of the Shrine, and left at the end. A middle-aged warrior in black.

Thinking of this middle-aged warrior in black who was full of ambition to come to open the Dragon Tomb, and then turn around to deal with the beams of the shrine again, but died here in the end, Yan Zhaoge couldn't help feeling a little sad for a moment.

Where Yan Zhaoge's thoughts moved, Bei Ming's avatar stretched out its palm and captured the barrier.

The enchantment suspended in the chaotic time and space did not resist the external force, and was sucked into the palm of Beiming's clone.

Seeing this, Yan Zhaoge became more determined: "It is a treasure that is specially designed to deal with time and space. If it can resist such chaotic time and space, it can also resist the destruction of the power of the realm. I am afraid that this person really came from the upper realm. maybe."

The source of the power of the enchantment is a paper fan in the hands of the white bones.

Yan Zhaoge took the paper fan, a thought flowed out from the fan, Yan Zhaoge intercepted it, as if a voice sounded in his mind.

"I overestimated myself and underestimated the place where these dragons are buried. I deserve to be buried here today. I have to blame myself, I have to blame myself!"

"The dragons sacrifice their lives, what a power, they really have the power to destroy the world, but they will implicate the great world of the sea and be robbed together."

"The upper realm, after all, can't go back. Born in the darkness and return to the darkness, death is not terrible. It's a pity that we can't see the destruction of these rebels of the Guangming Sect. It's a pity, a pity!"

These are all the thoughts of the middle-aged warrior in black before he died, Yan Zhaoge thought about it, and thought: "As expected, we must be more careful in this dragon tomb, otherwise the whole army will be annihilated at any time, and even lead to death. The entire vast sea world will be wiped out at once."

Ever since Yan Zhaoge came to the Big Sea World and figured out the situation here, he had always had a question in his mind.

The time flow of the Canghai Great World is about five times faster than that of the Eight Great Worlds.

In other words, after the Great Destruction, the history of the Canghai Great World is much longer than that of the Eight Great Worlds.

Under such circumstances, the development of martial arts civilization here is not as prosperous as that of the Eight Great Worlds, and even slightly inferior.

Later, it was discovered that the relics and inheritance of martial arts before the Great Destruction were carried here, which is much less than that of the Eight Great Worlds.

A lot of martial arts inheritance is the warriors here to figure out and study on their own. There will undoubtedly be many detours and wrong paths, and it is normal to be slower.

However, it has been passed down from generation to generation that in the Great Sea World, apart from the legendary catastrophe, there have been many catastrophes in history, each of which brought countless casualties and made the human race in the Great Sea World seem to wither, but the reason is not clear. Lost in the long river of history.

At this moment, Yan Zhaoge somewhat understood that the great world of Canghai was plagued by many disasters. It may be that this world is most closely connected with the Dragon Tomb Heaven and Earth, but it also suffered many calamities because of it.

He looked at the bone skeleton and sighed slightly.

This middle-aged warrior in black probably wasn't the only one who failed in the treasure hunt in the Dragon Tomb, and every loser could bring disaster to the vast sea world.

Perhaps, the Ice Dragon Martial Saint from the Eight Great Worlds is also one of them?

Thinking of this, Yan Zhaoge looked more cautious.

He looked down at the desolate and cold abyss below, lost in thought.

After listening to Yan Zhaoge's explanation, Gao Tianzhong and the others looked at each other in blank dismay.

Yan Zhaoge began to look at the folding fan in his hand, and after perceiving it carefully, he understood: "It turns out that the handle of the fan is made of wood, no wonder it can protect people from the wounds of the sky and from the power of the realm!"

"With this thing, even if you don't reach the fourth level of Martial Saint, you can manage to go to the upper realm.

"Yan Zhaoge rubbed the handle of the fan with his fingers: "However, after setting up the barrier in this dragon tomb for so long, the spiritual power is almost exhausted. If you want to use it, you still need some planning. "

Yan Zhaoge opened the paper fan, and saw a few simple brush strokes on the fan, but it seemed to contain a mysterious martial art conception.

"It turns out that light and darkness are intertwined, and darkness is blending together. The artistic conception of the original darkness of the universe is quite excellent, but it should have been developed after the Great Destruction, and there are some orthodox traces of the Nether Bright Holy Cult before the Great Destruction."

"Well, wait, he just mentioned that the Guangming Sect is also a force in the upper realm? There is a lot of resentment in his words. From this point of view, it is the opposite of light and darkness? Could it be that the orthodox of the Holy Cult of the Nether Light has split into one light and one dark?"

When Yan Zhaoge saw the inscription on the fan read "Liang Zhi of the Dark Sect", many thoughts and guesses arose in his heart.

The dark abyss below seemed to be endless, and Yan Zhaoge and his party walked through it, and time passed quickly.

It's just that in this fast and slow time and space, it is difficult for people to distinguish, how many days, months or even years have passed?

Walking through it, Yan Zhaoge and the others also encountered people from other sects, who either went together, or were hostile, or passed by.

The further you go, you can feel that, including Gao Tianzhong and other Changli Mountain warriors, the warriors in the Canghai Great World are gradually getting a little restless.

They went deep into the dragon's tomb for too long and stayed in it, and it was difficult to judge how much time passed by the outside world. If there was chaos in the vast sea world, it would be difficult to deal with it.

Although before entering, each family has made arrangements, and the family's mountain gate has enough left-behind forces, so they are not afraid of other families turning around and going out to attack.

The most mysterious and unpredictable evil sage, Lin Qiancheng, had been killed by Yan Zhaoge again.

But if things go on like this, it is hard to say whether there will be changes.

Yan Zhaoge and the others even saw someone trying to turn around and leave the Dragon Tomb.

I don't know how long it has been going on, but when I feel that the temperature in the abyss has gradually become so low that even Grandmaster Yuanfu finds it unbearable, Yan Zhaoge's heart suddenly moves slightly.

He vaguely felt a somewhat familiar atmosphere, which originated from the fact that he set foot in the former residence of the Ice Dragon Martial Saint when he was in the Eight Great Worlds.

Yan Zhaoge regained his spirits and urged Huang Longjia to descend.

The dark abyss in front of me finally gradually bottomed out.

And what appeared in front of him was a shocking scene.

Dragons, all dragons.

Not Jiaolong, not Chilong, not horned dragon, not any kind of mixed blood dragon, all are real dragons.

There are thousands of them, but I don't know how many there are.

The scales and claws of the group of dragons flashed, lifelike, and the majestic and fiery blood energy intertwined with the heart-pounding destruction and death energy, like a vast ocean.

All the dragons seem to be still alive, but they are motionless, standing at the bottom of the ancient cold abyss.