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Dragons were ancient mythical beasts that rarely entered society for hundreds or even thousands of years. Some highly cultivated people had lived for hundreds or even thousands of years, and rarely had they seen dragons. The only thing they knew about dragons was that they were only portraits of dragons or folklore.

Thus, to this day, the fat monk had never seen a dragon. Even a person who could condense his true qi into the shape of a dragon had never heard of him, let alone a person who possessed dragon consciousness.

Spiritual sense, that is, spiritual consciousness, combined with a person's soul as a driving force, was the purest and truest part of a person.

For cultivators, their spiritual sense was directly linked to their cultivation level. The higher their cultivation level, the stronger their spiritual sense was, and powerful spiritual sense could dominate everything. It could be seen how important divine intents were.

However, a human's consciousness was a human's, so why was it that on this brat's body, one could see the consciousness of a dragon, and these three wisps of consciousness seemed to have fused together with Shang Zifeng's?

Different from the fat monk, when Jiu Peirou first saw the three-dragon divine intent that came out of Shang Zifeng's forehead, a strange wave had stirred in his heart. It was not shock, nor was it shock, it was excitement.

If he remembered correctly, this scene had also occurred 18 years ago … Jiu Peirou stared at the eyes of the three dragons and suddenly became blurry as one memory fragment after another pieced together in his mind.

In a trance, the three dragons turned around and attacked the Blood Dragon. Their roars echoed out along with their tails, as if they were millions of iron hooves trampling across the river. Wherever they went, sand and sand swirled up, filling the sky.

The three dragons swooped down from the sky, and their figures that were flying in the air became clearer and clearer.

Through the golden fog, one could clearly see the brilliant golden scales on the three dragons. Every scale, even the lines on the scales, contained an incomparably noble king's aura, as if they were the masters of this world.

But now, the Blood Flood Dragon was so arrogant in front of them. The moment the three dragons appeared, the power that had originally permeated the Blood Flood Dragon's body began to weaken.

Seeing that they were running out of time, the Blood Dragon panicked.

If it did not think of a way to escape, it would probably die here.

It roared towards the sky, its thick tail viciously swinging towards one of the dragon in front. Unexpectedly, that dragon easily dodged its tail, and then rushed towards it.

When the Blood Flood Dragon saw this, it gritted its teeth and charged forward to fight the attacking Divine Dragon.

The three golden dragons were merely divine sense, but they were extraordinarily powerful. They were like true dragons descending, and with a single flick of their tails, they caused the ground to quake.

Under the moonlight, the dragon's battle was being fought. The dragon's cry and the blood dragon's heart-wrenching roar filled the entire sky. The scene was extremely shocking.

At the moment, Shang Zifeng was leisurely bathing in the golden light. After releasing his divine sense, he closed his eyes once again, and from his outer appearance, he could easily see through's currently tense nerves.

His expression was so solemn, so solemn. No matter how chaotic the outside world was, it could not wake him from his slumber, as if he was isolated from the world.

"Brother Jiu, should we go up and help?"

Jiu Peirou asked.

fat monk shook his head: "In this situation, we cannot help at all, what's more …"

He narrowed his eyes and sized up the situation above, saying, "Moreover, I'm afraid that the Blood Dragon will be defeated in less than half a cup of tea's time."

Jiu Peirou nodded his head and agreed.

The situation in the sky was clear. It was a one-sided situation.

To put it nicely, this was a battle.

To put it bluntly, this was a group fight. It was a fight between three Divine Dragons and a Flood Dragon. The result could be imagined.

Sure enough, as the fat monk had expected, in less than half a cup of tea's time, the blood dragon had been beaten black and blue by the three dragons.

However, to their surprise, after the Blood Dragon barely dodged the three dragon attacks, it actually found a gap in the three dragons' attacks and drilled its way through.

Upon seeing this, the three dragons gathered together. With a flick of their tails, they started to chase after it while stepping on the golden light. They planned to give it a fatal strike before it could escape into the Spirit Formation.

However, just when the two of them thought that the victory had been set in stone, a sudden yet ethereal flute melody suddenly rushed in and drifted into the ears of everyone present.

The beautiful melody streaked through the night sky like ripples in water, rippling outwards and creating many beautiful ripples.

If this were simply a flute tune, it would probably be the most beautiful melody in the world, intoxicating.

However, when Jiu Peirou and fat monk heard this melody, they were shocked. A silent feeling rose up in their hearts.

When the three dragons heard the flute melody, their movements suddenly slowed down. The light around them gradually weakened and faded away. The thick and powerful dragon roar also became ancient, as if the energy in their bodies was dissipating bit by bit.

"There's something wrong with this flute tune!"

He stopped and shouted in the direction of the Blood Dragon, "Not good, it wants to run!"

Jiu Peirou sensed that something was wrong and took the opportunity to summon the Demon Subduing Sword and pointed at the Blood Dragon.

Suddenly, the Demon Subduing Sword was pierced by the multicolored light in the direction that the blood dragon had fled to. He chased after it, intending to help out San Long.

Unexpectedly, just as Jiu Peirou was about to give chase to the Blood Dragon, the Qi around Shang Zifeng's body was once again released uncontrollably, causing his forward moving body to be thrown out again.

fat monk, Shang Ziyu and others who were within a thousand steps away from him were also sent flying.

The Blood Flood Dragon took advantage of this gap and leaped into the vortex without any resistance. The instant it entered the vortex, the flute music disappeared and the vortex also disappeared. The Demon Subduing Sword passed through a shadow without any suspense … The moment the flute melody faded away, the three dragons turned towards the place where the blood dragon had vanished. They raised their heads to the sky and gave a long howl, as if they were expressing their indignation at the blood dragon's escape.

After a long while, when the brilliance on the three dragons' bodies disappeared, they all used a beautiful tail to bid farewell to this vast world and returned to the space between Shang Zifeng's eyebrows.

After the golden dragon returned, the halo around Shang Zifeng's body also faded away along with the golden dragon.

In a blink of an eye, the energy around Shang Zifeng's body seemed to have disappeared, and the energy that was dragging him in the air also disappeared.

Then, along with the fading golden light, he fell from the sky and landed flat on the ground, unconscious.

A peace was restored between the heaven and earth. If it wasn't for the scene of chaos that sold out this land, no one would have thought that a fierce battle between flood dragons would happen here.

"Damn it, who is behind this?!" We've fought with this old guy for a hundred years, and now it's running away again! "

Jiu Peirou let out a sigh as he returned the sword's multicolored light to its sheath. He sighed, "Just now, that flute was extremely strange, and the martial arts of the person who played the flute was also unfathomably profound. "Just who is it …"

"Amitabha …" That flute sound may be evil, but it doesn't mean it would hurt you or me. "

The fat monk sighed and said: "We should rely on fortune to survive this disaster. It was not time yet, it seemed that the Teng Python's life should not end … Forget it, let it be! "

Jiu Peirou didn't know how to reply. When he turned his head, he caught a glimpse of Shang Zifeng from the corner of his eyes.

This boy, could it be … Impossible, he had clearly died eighteen years ago, how could he have survived?

Jiu Peirou was now very sure that the abnormal sign was the three dragon phenomenon that he had seen eighteen years ago.

Looking at this kid's age, he seemed to be around 17 or 18 years old. According to time, he was exactly 18 years old.

Could it be that he really was him … Jiu Peirou stood in his original position in a daze, staring fixedly at Shang Zifeng, his expression flickering.