Chapter 709: Five Lines of Sealing Formation

The blue palace in the center of the five peaks is a kilometer high, covered with dust, it looks very old and dilapidated from a distance.

Looking at the blue palace, Xiao Chen felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart, and felt very familiar for no reason, as if he had been here ten thousand years ago.

With a wonderful feeling, Xiao Chen lost his voice and asked, "Where is that place?"

Hu Hai and the others gave Xiao Chen a strange look, and then Shui Lingling said, "Don't you know? That's the Azure Dragon Hall. After the Dragon Gate of the Holy Land was destroyed ten thousand years ago, their main hall appeared here."

Xiao Chen asked in surprise: "Are there really four holy places in Tianwu Domain? Besides Baidi City, Fengqing Palace, and Xuanwu Gate, there is another holy place."

Shui Lingling nodded and said: "That's natural. Longmen used to be the head of the holy land. The last owner of Longmen, Emperor Qing, was the most powerful king since ancient times. , run amok in all directions."

"He is so powerful, how could the Dragon Gate be destroyed again?" Xiao Chen murmured without leaving the palace.

Shui Lingling didn't know much, so she replied vaguely: "It's related to your Heavenly Martial Dynasty in the Vault of Heaven, no one knows exactly what happened, the descendants only know that the Tianwu Dynasty and Qinglong Palace were destroyed almost at the same time. "

Xiao Chen yearned for the treasure hall, and said, "Shall we go in?"

The others laughed wryly when they heard the words. Hu Hai explained: "Whoever wants to enter the treasure hall left by Emperor Qingdi, can't enter at all."

"Thunder Emperor, known as the most aggressive in five thousand years, tried to break into this place but failed, and in the end he got injured all over his body."

Xiao Chen was startled, and said to Ao Jiao, "Is what he said true?"

Aojiao nodded and said: "The five peaks each represent a kind of attribute, forming a five-element sealing formation, confining all the time and space of one world."

"Back then, Thunder Emperor cut off half of the mountain, but he was also attacked by the Five Elements Sealing Formation for a whole hundred years."

Xiao Chen asked doubtfully, "What do you mean by attacking for a hundred years?"

Ao Jiao had a particularly deep memory of that period, and after pondering for a moment, she said: "It is to compress a hundred years into an instant, and obviously there is only one sword, which has hurt you for a hundred years."

A sword for a hundred years, a sword for a hundred years, Xiao Chen couldn't help but fell into deep thought after hearing this. It's really incredible that he still has this kind of martial skill.

"Let's go, there are no flying monsters here, we can fly over directly."

Shui Lingling beckoned, and the Xuanyang bird on her shoulders immediately showed itself with a cheerful chirp, and several people landed on Xuanyang bird's broad back lightly.

It can be seen from the surroundings that other warriors are also flying into the sky, either driving flying spirit beasts, or riding in warships, all going in the same direction, burying Longgang in the wild battlefield.

There are many spirit beasts in the world, whose names are all crowned with the word dragon, such as twisted dragon, panlong, earth dragon, flood dragon, and fire dragon. There are many types, and all of them are powerful.

But these are not real dragons. True dragons are also mythical beasts in legends in the Immortal Era. Their mana is astonishing and they have great supernatural powers. Many powerful immortal cultivators will not be opponents.

Since the birth of the Martial Arts Era, no one has ever seen a real dragon. What they have seen is only some remains. Even the dragon power contained in the remains is unbearable for ordinary Martial Emperors.

Burying Longgang, as the name suggests, is the place where dragons are buried, and all the buried dragons are real dragons.

Zanglonggang had already existed in the wild battlefield before the Emperor War, and many people even firmly believed that Zanglonggang had existed for a long time in the Immortal Era.

No one can know for sure when the Zanlonggang existed, only that there are indeed a large number of real dragons buried here.

Every cemetery of a real dragon is accompanied by a huge treasure house, a spiritual tree grown with the immortal energy of a real dragon, and rare fruits born with the blood of a dragon.

Under the influence of dragon energy, after ten thousand years, the special ores that appeared were priceless and exciting treasures.

When the new True Dragon's Lair is exposed, other forbidden areas in the Wilderness Battlefield, and even the ruins of the Immortal Gate, will become less alluring.

The biggest goal of Shui Lingling's visit to the wild battlefield this time is also the real dragon's lair.

In the sky hundreds of miles ahead, black flares appeared. Xiao Chen condensed his consciousness into a line and looked directly at the past.

It was found that there was a black storm sweeping the world, flying sand and rocks, and the mountains and trees blocking the front of the storm were all smashed to pieces.

Many powerful monsters, in front of the storm, did not have any resistance, and were dragged into the storm for a moment, turning into a puddle of blood.

"What it is!"

The warriors flying in the air looked far away and found the strange scene in front of them, but their mental power was not as strong as Xiao Chen's.

I can only see some blurred scenes, feel a little bit wrong, and can't see clearly what happened.

The distance is far away, and Hu Hai can't see clearly, but the faint smell of blood in the air makes him frown, and said: "It seems to be in the direction of Burial Longgang, I don't know what it is."

Shui Lingling's bright eyes observed for a while, and said calmly: "It's the real dragon storm, it seems that someone opened the door of the real dragon's lair, since there is a real dragon storm, it shouldn't be an empty hole .”

Boom boom boom!

The speed of the real dragon storm was unparalleled, and it took only a cup of tea for everyone to see the scene in front of them clearly, and they were deeply shocked immediately.

I saw the black storm, connecting the sky and the earth, stretching for thousands of meters, and the high mountains seemed as small as ants in front of it, and the warriors seemed even smaller.

run!

The other warriors were startled, and without saying a word, they ran towards the sides. No one dared to resist the storm.

People can't imagine how powerful the storm that can even level the mountain peaks is, and I'm afraid that only Wu Sheng can barely survive after entering.

Shui Lingling jumped lightly, hid her body under the Xuanyang bird's wings, and said: "Don't run around, all get under the Xuanyang bird's wings, this is an opportunity for us, we can reach the The Den of the True Dragon."

The storm was right in front of us, and the distance was less than 10,000 meters. The strong wind hit, and the clothes were rattling, making people seem to be flying.

A few people dared not be careless, and jumped under the Xuanyang bird's wings with some difficulty, grabbing the green feathers on the wings with their right hands.

Xiao Chen, Wang Cheng and Junsi, the three hid behind the left wing, and the other three hid under the right wing.

The strong wind was howling, and the huge force was boundless. Xuanyang Bird's huge body was lying on a slight chair.

The wind was like a blade, blowing several people, it was difficult to open their eyes, and they pressed their bodies tightly to the side under Xuanyang's bird's wings. No one dared to be careless, if it was pulled out by the wind, it would definitely be difficult to survive.

Shui Lingling stared at the storm ahead, and when the storm was about to hit, she quickly gave Xuanyang Bird an order.

Xuanyang bird's wide wings slowly closed, and its whole body pierced into the storm like a sharp sword.

But just when the wings were about to close completely, Wang Cheng slapped Xiao Chen directly with a fierce palm.

When the storm came, it was already hard to resist, and there was a danger of being pulled out at any time. Wang Cheng's palm added fuel to the fire, and immediately sent Xiao Chen flying.

The pulling force surged in from the storm, and before he could even make his exclamation sound, it sucked him out, and was thrown high with the strong wind.

The incident happened so quickly that no one else noticed it at all. Wang Cheng smiled cruelly, and then said anxiously: "Junior Sister Jun, Junior Brother Xiao Chen flew out."

Jun Si was stunned, and sure enough, he realized that Xiao Chen was gone, flustered, and immediately notified Shui Lingling loudly.

"Don't move, I know!"

The Xuanyang bird's wings had been completely closed, Shui Lingling softly gave an order, and then turned into a purple glow, and flew towards Xiao Chen's figure.

In the real dragon storm, the wind contains dragon power, and the force drawn out is terrifyingly powerful.

In the storm, Xiao Chen was like a piece of wood, floating up and down quickly, heaving and sinking, like a dead object.

The true energy in the body, the ability in the whole body, is useless under such power, and there is no chance of using it at all.

The wind was like a knife, blowing Xiao Chen's body with cuts and bruises, his whole body rolled up and down, the sky and the earth hung upside down, and he became dizzy.

Mentally, suffering double torture, Xiao Chen felt like he was going to die at any moment.

The vision was blurred in the wind, and when he was about to lose consciousness, in the haze, Xiao Chen felt a purple figure calling his name loudly.

In the real dragon storm, risking his life, he rushed forward and kept approaching him, trying to pull him out of the vortex of the storm.

He himself seems to have made some efforts to get close to it, but every last moment. The surging storm will pull Xiao Chen back again, and the success will fall short, and he will never be able to succeed.

He didn't know what happened after that, he passed out and lost consciousness.

...

With a splitting headache and dry mouth, Xiao Chen tried to open his eyes, but felt extremely difficult, and his eyelids were like thick mountains that could not be opened.

When I tried to move my arms, I felt pain again and again, and the corners of my mouth twitched.

After a lot of effort, Xiao Chen finally opened his eyes, and the dim sky appeared in his field of vision. He hadn't left the wild battlefield yet.

Struggling to get up, Xiao Chen got up and checked the injuries on his body.

On the surface of the body, wounds of different depths can be seen everywhere, stained with blood, and it is very painful to move even a little.

This leak is only an external injury, and what is more serious is his internal injury. The dragon power contained in the storm, while he was in a coma, washed over and over again his internal organs and eight meridians.

The heart, liver, gallbladder, spleen and lungs have all been damaged at different levels. If it was an ordinary person, with such an impact, the internal organs would have been smashed to pieces.

Turning silently to Zi Lei Jue, the circulation of the true essence was not hindered too much, but there were some scars on the meridians, and he did not dare to release the true essence without any scruples.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air, Xiao Chen turned his head to look around, and there were many corpses of monsters lying around.

It should be Ao Jiao's hand, Xiao Chen secretly said in his heart, his spiritual consciousness entered the fairy ring. It was found that Aojiao was lying quietly beside the Nether Flower, breathing gently, and fell into a deep sleep.