Chapter 585

Meng Xuan stepped back, distanced himself from him and looked at him: "dead dwarf, do you have ADHD?"

He said, "you haven't answered my question. What are you doing here? By the way, how old are you this year? Did you get married? Do you know you're going to lose your head? "

"Don't you think you're talking a little too much, dwarf?" I don't know why, Meng Xuan wants to crush this public loser. He talks a lot and likes to move around.

"It's so boring. I'll go first. There are many good things here." After that, his body flashed and disappeared in the same place.

Meng Xuan looked at the direction of his departure, his eyes uncertain. However, I can see that there is no malice to myself like a public loser, otherwise I would have done it just now.

"It's not like a living thing." Meng Xuan said to himself, and then began to practice again, ready to turn the dragon.

In the distance, Hong and the demon carp entered a spirit mountain. As soon as they stepped into it, they felt something was wrong.

"There's a killing array. Don't move." Hong said, looking ahead.

Ahead is an ancient palace, which should be built by a real dragon. But a few people are trapped in the flat, do not dare to move. There are white swords floating in the void, which have been aimed at the people. As long as anyone moves disorderly and disturbs the Qi of the big array, the killing array will recover.

"This is the ancient Zhanlu sword array. Although it is incomplete, its power can't be underestimated. Follow me." Hong said that he had seen Zhanlu sword formation in those years, so he knew some ways to break it.

Sweat appeared on the forehead of several people, carefully following Hong. But at this time, there is one more figure in the big formation, which is not a public loser. Who is it?

"Zhanlu sword array, I've heard that it's too powerful. Anyone who breaks into it will be chopped to pieces once they touch the Qi engine. Be careful." Said the public loser.

As he spoke, he walked around in the big battle.

"Eh, look at this grass. It's very unique. It should be an eye." He came to the edge of a bush and kicked it.

"Crouching trough, dead dwarf, don't move." The demon carp is sweating. Who is the dead dwarf?

Hong stares at the public loser: "you are not a living creature, you are a puppet."

He suddenly turned back like a loser: "fart, how can I be a puppet? I'm the outstanding work of master Luban, the seventh doll!"

Everyone was in a daze: "so?"

"So my name is gongshuban. You can also call me Luban 7..."

"Get out of here now, or I'll kill you now." Hong said, his eyes were very cold.

"I don't think so." I'm like a loser in a big battle. All of a sudden, the whole formation showed signs of recovery. He laughs like a loser and comes to a big tree, which is the most important part of the whole Zhanlu sword formation. As long as people close to the big tree, they will be sensed by the formation, resulting in the recovery of the whole formation.

But he was not afraid of losing. He came to the foot of the tree and kicked on it, shaking a while.

"To die." Hong was angry, turned into a streamer, and a drop of red liquid came out of his ear. He turned into a long stick of ether, and the stick hit him like a loser.

Shocked as a public loser, a white fog erupted behind him, and the speed reached the extreme: "the killing couple."

He quickly rushed into the palace, before leaving, once again kicked a big tree.

With a buzz, the array revived, and one mouthful after another of snow-white swords fell from the sky, chopping at the crowd.

"The dead dwarf is so annoying that he must die." Hong said that he launched many defenses and began to resist the attack and killing of Xianjian.

In the real dragon nest, Meng Xuan holds the Dragon fetus in his arms, and many of the road symbols contained in it begin to appear on Meng Xuan's body. After absorbing these symbols, the bones of his whole body began to stretch and some began to fuse. His whole body glowed and his upper body began to transform.

Although the Dragon fetus has been petrified, the essence of its essence is too great to pour into the body of Meng Xuan and let him feel that his whole body is full of strength.

His breath is climbing crazily. In the blink of an eye, he has reached the cultivation of the double heaven, and is still climbing.

"Roar!" Meng Xuan raised his head to the sky and let out a painful roar. His body was splitting, but then dragon scales were born. His upper body began to turn into a dragon. The endless memory of inheritance poured into his mind from the Dragon fetus.

"Dragon language!" A complex memory also rushed into his mind, that is dragon language. A syllable of dragon language is extremely complex, with a series of changes. A complete sentence is extremely complicated.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Meng Xuan has been completely transformed into a golden dragon. The pure breath of the real dragon flows from Meng Xuan. He crawls in the real dragon nest, eyes closed. Those golden soft branches sent out a soft holy light, fell into Meng Xuan's body, protecting him to turn into a dragon.

He is still changing, the Dragon scales on his body are constantly peeling off, but then it grows out again, and then it is peeling off again and again, like a reincarnation.

Meng Xuan felt as if he had come to a void. A huge golden dragon appeared in front of his eyes. Looking at him, a soft color appeared in his eyes: "my inheritor."

"Where are you, life or death?" Meng Xuan asked.

"The real dragon has long been dead. It can't reproduce. Even if it gives birth to a baby, it can't hatch. I don't believe it. I gave birth to a dragon fetus, but I still failed. I disobeyed heaven's plan and was killed. "

Meng Xuan was silent.

"You should be careful of one person when you transform a real dragon. Wei Zheng, the Dragon chopping general."

"Isn't he dead?" Meng Xuan asked.

"In this world, there will not be only one God of the same kind, nor can there be only one Wei Zheng. If you kill a Wei Zheng, someone will turn into Wei Zheng. Besides, Wei Zheng is not so easy to kill. " Said the Golden Dragon.

Meng Xuan was surprised. He didn't think of this. His translation of the Vientiane Sutra is a process of struggle. There will not be only one Athena, nor will there be only one Lord, nor will there be only one birus. Tens of thousands of birus, the Lord for crossing, finally who become the ancestor level God, is the real success.

And Wei Zheng, there can not be only one!

"What's the matter with all this and who's behind it?" Meng Xuan asked.

"Don't explore these. Even if you become a fairy king, it's hard to fight against him. Come on, I'll call you the dragon's power of inheritance. Turn your hands over to cloud and cover your hands with rain. " Said the Golden Dragon.

"Turn your hand into a cloud." As soon as he waved, the endless clouds were detained from a distance, and the real dragon was transmitting in it. Every cloud was as heavy as a mountain, which could collapse the mountains.