Chapter 1740

Under this breath.

Almost all people are chest tightness, shortness of breath, into discomfort.

"This breath, estimated to have exceeded the level of Jiudu, is very likely to be a quasi primary existence!"

Su Lang also slightly frowned, "is this the level of Jiulong coffin?"

He squinted at the spiral funnel in the sky.

That majestic breath is more and more terrifying, shaking the world, as if to collapse the whole place of exile!

"Coming up!"

"The coffin of Kowloon has come out!"

"Ha ha ha ha, the coffin of Kowloon. I can see the coffin of Kowloon!"

"..."

countless strong men stopped fighting temporarily, looked up at the sky, and their faces were full of excitement.

The land of exile was deserted in the West.

Where Leiyin temple is located, countless splendid temples have been turned into ruins.

Even the extremely tall continuous snow mountain group has collapsed countless.

A famous monk stood in the sky, looking up at the whirlpool of gold and black.

Around a strong intruder also stopped, his face full of horror.

The land of exile is in the wilderness.

Changhenzi and his two subordinates looked at the picture in the sky through a broken mirror, and felt the breath between heaven and earth. Their faces were full of bitterness, resentment and unwillingness.

The land of exile was deserted in the south.

It's not far from bixuetian.

Yuqing, Xinzheng monk, biyelin, Molu and other strong men also opened their distance from their opponents, and their eyes looking at the sky were full of surprise and excitement.

Taishangjiuqing palace has been erased over the residence.

Feng Ziyu stood opposite Zhan Taiqing and looked up at the sky.

At this time, fengziyu has revealed his true appearance.

All his life, he had black armor, white hair, and a face as carved, with strong lines and distinct facial features.

His weapon is a seven degree short handled sword, the dragon mouth spits out the blade, and is surrounded by endless twisting force.

On the other side.

At this time, Zhan Taiqing, who was thin as firewood, became much younger.

Not only does the skin restore luster, the figure also becomes straight and magnificent, like a middle-aged tough man who has experienced countless hardships.

In his left hand is suspended a chessboard, which is covered with pieces, which is a chessboard.

In his right hand, there are two small cups, one black and one white, swirling around each other, just like yin yang fish.

The black and white cups are just the treasures used to hold chess pieces.

Originally, the level of Xuanji chessboard was not as good as Ziqing Xuantian sword.

But with these two chess cups, the level of Xuanji chessboard immediately soared to Qidu.

It is with this chessboard that Zhan Taiqing can fight with Feng Ziyu.

Time goes by.

The breath of the coffin in Kowloon is clearer.

And then.

In the eyes of the whole exile, a dragon head pierced the passage of the spiral funnel.

It was a lifelike white gold dragon head with a large number of curly knot dragon horns on its head.

After this dragon head appeared.

The swirls of gold and black rotate more violently and the passage expands further.

Next.

Su Lang and others saw the dragon body behind the dragon head!

This is a huge white gold dragon, the width of its body alone has reached 30000 Zhang.

You know.

At the beginning, Lu Mingxuan and other people's heavenly Star Dragon had no God, and the giant dragon transformed by it was only 30000 Zhang.

Su Lang called out the Taixu dragon, the strongest is only 100000 Zhang long.

This shows that.

What a terrible figure the Bronze Dragon has!

With the continuous progress of the golden dragon, its whole body gradually emerged.

It was a terrible body as long as a million feet, covered with countless dragon scales, four claws huge and sharp, can easily catch the moon and pick the stars!

The most important thing is.

On the body of this one hundred thousand feet white gold dragon, there are eight smaller white gold dragons.

Eight dragons intertwined with each other, full of awe.

"This is the coffin of Kowloon!"

"It's not a coffin pulled by nine dragons, but a coffin made by nine extremely powerful dragons!"

"The dragon in the middle, which is millions of feet long, is definitely a terror strong man of quasi primitive level before his death!"

"..."

looking at the coffin of Jiulong, Su Lang could not help but take a breath.