In front of the gate of Qiqiaotian Palace, the name Long Zhenzun had a gloomy face and looked at the direction where Chu Tian and Yin Juer left.

Hao San still looked like a ghost, staring blankly at his palms that were almost pinched into tofu. A dragon clan member took out the wound medicine and handed it to him. However, Hao San did not take the wound medicine and cleaned up the wound, but watched dazedly as blood kept spraying out from the broken palms.

The temperature near the moat was extremely high. Hao San's blood was sprinkled on the ground and was soon burned into a pool of dried blood by the high temperature.

After a long time, Hao Sancai murmured, "Xiao Jiuer, you cheat me! This kid is a alchemist? Aren't he a group of alchemists falling in the wind and having a level of cultivation, but he is often beaten to the ground by cultivators who are one level lower than the level?"

"Why, the alchemist I met can easily squeeze my palm?"

"Although I am in the human form now, my physical strength is less than half that of the true body of the Dragon, but my body strength is real. If he can squeeze the palm of my human form, he can blow the true body of the Dragon!"

"Such a fierce man, tell me, is he an alchemist? Xiao Jiuer, are you deliberately cheating me with my brother? Ah?"

The lord Long Zhenzun ignored Hao San, who was a little divine, turned around and looked at the way the group came in a heavy mood: "The clan members left behind must have had something to do. So many Jin clan members came in, with the usual urination of the Tian clan, hum!"

Hao Sanzheng took the wound medicine handed over by his clan members and applied the ointment that emitted a strong fragrance on his broken palms. At the same time, he circulated the huge blood energy in his body. The powerful vitality of the Hulong clan and the powerful medicinal properties of the wound medicine were combined with the strong medicinal properties of his palms. His palms were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Hearing the words of Long Zhenzun to himself, Hao San's body suddenly tensed and stiffened. He suddenly looked up and looked in the direction he came, and his face became extremely ugly: "That's all the shrimp soldiers and crab generals you collected, but that's what happened. But the tribe members I brought..."

The Dragon Clan is the true spirit of heaven and earth, and the most prominent feature of the true spirit of heaven and earth is that perhaps it is because their body is too strong and their talents are too outstanding. In order to maintain the balance between the races between heaven and earth, the true spirit of heaven and earth has not reproductive ability!

So even with a long, almost endless life span, the number of pure-blooded people in the Holong clan is still not large, and the entire Holong clan has about a total population of less than one million. Because of this, the Holong clan attaches great importance to the lives of its own family.

Hao San brought more than a hundred pure-blooded people to help the Dragon Lord. If he had lost nearly a hundred elite tribes for no reason, he would definitely lose a layer of skin when he returned. He could not explain to the elders of the clan that the nearly a hundred elite tribes were the most loss, and this loss was the best for him to sit through the black prison of the Dragon Lord Lord Lord!

"It's not that evil, right?" Hao San's voice changed. He said tremblingly, "Why, I won't be all here, right? Ah, haha, Xiao Jiuer, you are all made of dough when you are a member of our tribe?"

The face of the dragon's true master was also ugly. The dragon's clan was not large, so the clan members were extremely surrounded. The clans left behind were sought out from the clan area of ​​the core area of ​​the Falcon Ocean because they helped him get a dragon's true master, so they came to reinforce the clans not far from the core area of ​​the Falcon Ocean!

If they were all lost here, the title of Long Zhenzun himself felt that he was guilty and could not explain it to the clan.

"King Ming... Chu Tian! You are a mess. You killed Jin Qi back then, which attracted revenge from the Jin clan... If it weren't for this matter..." The body of the Long Zhenzun was trembling slightly.

If it weren't for the fact that Jin Qi was killed by Chu Tian, ​​the Jin clan mobilized subordinates to prepare for revenge and forced the family of the Halong clan to dispatch reinforcements to reinforce the Halong Zhenzun, perhaps, there would be no accident among these tribe members?

If Jin Jun and others could know the news about the ruins, Yin Jione must have betrayed the name Long Zhenzun.

The reason why Yin Juer betrayed the name Long Zhenzun was that the Jin clan was furious because of Jin Qi's death. The Yuehu clan could only ask Yin for help. Is Yin clan's indignation in order to calm the Jin clan's anger?

"I even gave him this treasure of Wanzai Xuanming Peak!" The Ho Long Zhenzun laughed grimly and said, "This kid, hehe, this kid!"

Hao San took a deep breath, turned around and looked at the endless building complex of Qiqiao Tiangong: "Come on, Xiao Jiuer, brother, I'm going to have trouble. If you want to get rid of the problem, we have to squeeze more oil and water from this place this time!"

With a bitter smile, Hao San murmured to himself: "If all the tribe members who stay outside will be damaged, hehe, brother, I won't get a 10 or 8-piece rare treasure back, or get something that can enhance the foundation of my Dragon Clan, at least I will be beaten to death by those old guys!"

A cold light flashed in the eyes of Long Zhenzun. He said in a deep voice: "There is no need to send someone back to check the news. With the means of the Heavenly Clan, since the members of the Jin clan have come in, there is almost no chance that we can survive if we stay outside. Let's turn the ruins into the sky, and we also need to do more benefits... All the treasures in this ruins are ours!"

Hao San gritted his teeth and said, "That's right, it's all ours. Whoever dares to rob will die!"

A group of dragon tribesmen gritted their teeth and rushed into the Qiqiao Heavenly Palace with murderous aura.

They were stunned by anger. The Dragon Clan of the Lost Dragon was not a high-IQ group, and it was their nature to rush forward. They rushed forward in the Qiqiao Heavenly Palace, but walked hundreds of feet away. A Dragon Clan of the Lost Dragon accidentally hit a Ningkong sword mark that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

After countless years, the sword intent that was still sharp, easily tore open the armor and body of the Dragon Clan, and cut off his right arm to his shoulders. The Dragon Clan, who was splashing blood, rolled all over the ground in pain, and the angry and anxious dragon Zhenzun and Hao San roared angry at the same time.

The roar of the 'Annang' shook a hundred miles away. In front of a well-preserved palace more than ten miles away, Yin Juer gently patted the silver-haired fox in his arms, and looked back with a smile: "Oh, these long insects are at a disadvantage? Hehe, they are such a group of rash guys!"

Looking back and looking carefully at the palace in front of him, Yin Juer said softly: "Everyone is so stupid that it is indescribable. Look at the imprints of thoughts that are solidified in the void. Those who fought here back then were all amazing masters... This is probably the ancient... Haha, some important stronghold in the Battle of Taboo."

"There must be countless good things here, but there will definitely be endless risks!"

"Diandian, Xiaoxiao, Xiaodian, you must be careful and careful, otherwise it will be bad if you become a dead fox."
Chapter completed!