Chapter 31: Wealth and honor are in danger

The setting sun sets, giving the gradually dim sky to the rising crescent moon. Under the dizzy sky that has not faded, a pterosaur roars and flies with his wings and soon found his own tribe. About half an hour later, a low dragon roar suddenly sounded on a snow peak. After hearing the roar, these pterosaurs were like working people who heard the ringtone after get off work, hurriedly flying towards there...

However, the hurried winged dragon group did not notice that under the wings of one of its companions, a light silver liquid was flowing among the dragon scales, but there was no sign of dripping. Two hours later, they successfully arrived at the snow peak hidden in the huge illusion magic circle. With the unison of the winged dragon group, purple light suddenly flashed in the air, causing waves of ripples. Immediately afterwards, the huge dark and dark dragon tomb suddenly appeared, but it quickly closed after being placed in the winged dragon group.

"No wonder, no wonder no one can find this place!" An Ruoran, who was hidden under the wings of the winged dragon, finally felt a sudden realization at this moment. With this unimaginable illusion magic and an entrance equivalent to the space-time plane, it was not easy for a holy-level strongman to find this place. A few seconds later, when he suddenly saw the huge figure that appeared without any warning, he understood a truth even if a holy-level strongman could enter here, it would be difficult to make any difference...

Yes, that's the truth! Below the hovering group of winged dragons, dozens of veins suddenly ejected thick and unblowable smoke from dozens of earth veins. These smoke condensed and formed on the surface and quickly expanded into a huge dragon body about tens of meters long. However, unlike the real dragon, this ghost dragon, which is completely condensed from thick fog, is completely free from physical obstacles. It can even easily pass through rocks and tombstones, and leave a foul smell and corrosive gas when walking.

"So, do you need to use magic attack?" An Ruoran estimated his attack ability and suddenly realized that what he was most not good at was magic attack. With this in mind, he couldn't help but sigh in disappointment. At the same time, the pterosaurs had already landed in the long roar of the ghost dragon, and were looking for a place to rest.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, An Ruoran drove the controlled pterosaur to fly to a more secluded place. He did not dare to take the risk of condensed into a human form, so he still attached to the pterosaur's wings and slowly looked at the surrounding situation. As Naya described, this place is indeed the mysterious tomb of the magic dragon in the center of the tomb. It is a two-headed magic dragon that is still lifelike even though it is dead. It may be the legendary magic dragon king; and around this vast cemetery, there are countless dragon bones and dragon teeth scattered, and there are also shining dragon crystals hidden...

"Meow, I'm rich!" An Ruoran was overjoyed when he saw it, but he didn't dare to act rashly because he was afraid of the ghost dragon. He had already made up his mind. When the ghost dragon turned to patrol in another direction, he would take the opportunity to wrap a few dragon crystals and put them in the space ring. As long as you don't do it too much, I guess this guardian dragon would not count the number one by one, and it shouldn't understand arithmetic in this way.

With this thought, An Ruoran began to control the pterosaur to crawl under a stone tablet, and was concentrating on waiting for the opportunity. The ghost dragon was still patrolling itself. It was moving in the tomb at a slow speed, and the thick fog it spitted out filled every corner without missing any suspicious clues. An Ruoran was afraid of being touched by its thick fog, and now controlled the pterosaur to completely lie on the surface of the ground, allowing the silver flow he had transformed into was hidden in the sand as much as possible.

While he was waiting anxiously, the ghost dragon finally patrolled the cemetery and began to slowly turn the direction. However, at this moment, it suddenly roared lowly and suddenly sprayed several black light balls into the sky. Almost in an instant, the ripples of air suddenly flashed and blocked the bombardment of the light balls, and the man in the white robe wearing a silver mask also slowly appeared in the void.

"Well, this guy is..." An Ruoran was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but recall the silver mask, white robe, and the faint smell of the demon clan that Batil described to him... So, is this guy the mysterious demon clan who was chasing him all the way?

Although he was not afraid of this strong man after advancement, the man who knew that things had changed immediately chose to do soy sauce or do push-ups. At the same time, the man in white robe had already looked at the roaring ghost dragon below, and smiled as if nothing had happened: "There is no way, it seems that he can't hide it from you, so he has to use violent means to achieve his goal!"

Before he finished speaking, the angry ghost dragon had sprayed a ball of light again. The hundreds of pterosaurs scattered around seemed to have received instructions, and suddenly rushed to the bold invader at the same time. However, facing the overwhelming attack, the mysterious man just gently opened his right palm and faced the group of pterosaurs that seemed to be swallowing up his own...

The next moment, the black daffodil slowly opened in his palm and burst out with a strong light in an instant. All the pterosaurs entering this field suddenly seemed to encounter the snow of sunshine, and quietly melted into dust within a few seconds. Immediately afterwards, the spinning daffodil suddenly left the palm of the man in white robe, transformed into a huge daffodil pattern, and suddenly blasted towards the ghost dragon from the air!

"Roar!" Accompanied by the earth-shaking roar, the ghost dragon suddenly condensed three heads at the same time, and sprayed out thick smoke like substance. The roaring daffodil pattern was completely sealed in it by thick fog at this moment, and could no longer move forward. After a few seconds of stalemate, the ghost dragon suddenly raised its head and let out a roar, and half of its body turned into a black light ball, directly blasting towards the powerful enemy in the air!

Wherever the light ball passed, the air ripples suddenly rose up, like the raging waves in the storm. Even the man in white robe who was a powerful saint, was shocked in front of this attack that was not inferior to the power of the domain, and then retreated for several meters, then suddenly turned the silver ring on his wrist. The next moment, the silver light suddenly bloomed around him, like a holy snow lotus, completely resisting the black light ball...

It seemed that the silver light seemed to be the natural nemesis of the black light ball, and it dissolved most of the light ball in less than a moment. The ghost dragon, whose body suddenly shrank, couldn't help but whine, as if he was seriously injured under the illumination of the silver light. The man in white robe breathed a sigh of relief and then laughed: "How is it like being corroded? In order to get the magic crystal that made you, it took us ten years to cast this Qibao that specifically restrains you!"

With his low laughter, the silver light expanded several meters again, almost completely enveloped the ghost dragon that could not retreat. However, at this moment, the ripples of air suddenly flashed, and an elderly black magic dragon suddenly passed through the illusion magic array and slowly flew in with his tired body. A few seconds later, the demon dragon, who was originally planning to find a place to bury, was suddenly shocked by the scene in front of him, but it immediately came to its senses and roared and collided with a man in white robe who could not dodge.

"Damn it, why at this time..." The plan was disrupted by this sudden change, the man in the white robe couldn't help but change his color slightly and suddenly shot out another black daffodil. However, even though the demon dragon, who was on the verge of death and was hit by the black daffodil, successfully passed the obstacle of the power of the domain and dragged half of his body to the white robe. With the clanging sound, the bracelet emitting silver light suddenly broke into two pieces, and the demon dragon that exhausted its last vitality also ended its life at this moment.

In an instant, the man in the white robe who realized something was wrong suddenly overturned the demon dragon's corpse and scattered it in front of him. Almost at the same time, the ghost dragon that had gained freedom suddenly roared and rushed forward, directly corroding the demon dragon's corpse completely. However, in the smoke, a pitch-black light suddenly burst out, forcing the ghost dragon back dozens of meters away. The man in the white robe suddenly curled up into a ball at this moment and suddenly expanded in the void. His body began to melt and reorganize in an instant, forming a new and unique body...

"Demons?" When he saw this hideous monster that looked like a beast and seventy-sixth of humans, An Ruoran couldn't help but change his color slightly. He recalled Nicholas who had been buried in the dungeon. Through the observation of the soul eye, he was shocked to find that the soul fire of the demons was no longer black, but a bit of blood-colored deep purple, perhaps, it was a level stronger than the holy level, such as the supreme level that no one has reached in the legend?

"You angered me, damn ghost dragon!" The left claw of the blade slowly stretched out, and the demon clan just pinched it as if nothing had happened, and directly trapped the wailing ghost dragon in the void. He made a low hissing sound and said coldly without any emotion: "To venture into a transformation in this world, it will cost me three thousand souls that I attracted! Damn, why should I use this weak human body?"

When he said the last sentence, he seemed to burst out with an unparalleled anger, and his left claw gently snatched. In an instant, the originally powerful demon dragon was suddenly crushed and turned into black air and dissipated with the wind. A few seconds later, the demon clan's body suddenly shrank and fell to the ground, and turned back to the figure of the man in white robe for a moment. An Ruoran had almost seen his face, but the silver light suddenly condensed into a mask, blocking his sight...

He knelt down on the spot, and the man in the white robe gasped heavily, and even black blood bleeded out of his body. It seemed that the forced transformation caused great damage to him. But a few seconds later, he still barely raised his head and looked at the black magic crystal left by the ghost dragon, and smiled and said, "Very good, as long as you have this thing, you can make the Demon Lord..."

"Hiss!" A light sound suddenly sounded behind him. The man in the white robe was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously turned his head to look, and the flashing silver flow coming towards him was silently covering him...

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