The Conjuror Xena: 147: Meeting old friends
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Listening to Long Feng's scream, the dampness of the valley below his feet invaded his body, and the enchanting slightly guessed where it was without the reminder of the blood thirteen.
Dragon Tomb.
No one knows where the dragon tomb is in the dragon world, and even many true dragons cannot tell where the dragons’ ancestors have hidden their bones for generations. Because dragons are powerful and noble creatures, even if they burn to the end of their lives, they will die. The flesh left over is still sacred and inviolable.
Only when each true dragon is dying, will they feel the call of the dragon tomb, break through the void, and try their best to rush to the sacred dragon tomb where the ancestors of thousands of generations are buried before their vitality is about to run out. Find a quiet corner for yourself, waiting for death to come.
Whether it is in the Dragon Realm, in the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, or in any corner of the universe, the descendants born in the Dragon Realm will eventually take their last breath here.
The dragon elites, war souls, civilians... all sleep in the valley under the feet of enchanting and blood thirteen.
Therefore, there is an unspeakable weight of solemnity in the air here.
Even the Dragon Seal kid has a respectful and solemn expression on his cheeks, indicating that in the hearts of any dragon clan, this place is the most important holy land in the clan.
Because I worship life, I am in awe of death.
With respect for those ancestors who died in ancient times, Long Feng lowered his head deeply, and then suddenly raised his discolored face, blushing eyes and a hideous look at the enchanting and blood thirteen:
"You humble humans, don't defile my dragon holy land!"
Long Feng's sonorous howling echoed under the empty smoke cloud, making the sky more lonely.
It is rare that this bullying and fearful dragon son can summon the courage to reprimand the enchanting and Xue 13 behavior at this time. It's just that its small voice was not enough to shake the determination of Blood Thirteen.
Xue Thirteen tugged at the corner of his mouth in Long Feng's roar, without saying anything, and walked directly into the Dragon Tomb Valley under the blue clouds.
Like going down a staircase, thumping, taking a crisp step, the blood thirteen goal clearly fell into the ground, standing in front of a huge mountain with hands and raised his head.
The enchanting has been standing honestly behind the blood thirteen. To be honest, even if there are amazing treasures hidden in Long Zuzong's grave, she doesn't want to be a dead man who steals wealth. However, enchanting quietly glanced at Xue Shisan's side face with her own light, but still felt that Xue Shisan's original intention to bring herself to the Dragon Tomb was not to fight for the dead under Long Zuzong's grave.
"This is the dragon that the old man killed."
Standing at the bottom of the mountain, Xue Shisan raised his neck and raised his head, and said lightly to the enchanting cloud of thin smoke.
A light breeze blew by, and suddenly the chaos that was hiding in front of the enchanting eyes was blown away. After the foggy feeling weakened, enchanting immediately saw everything at the foot of the green mountain.
A gentle mountain pack stood in front of me, but the thick fog that had just covered me made the enchanting misunderstanding.
There is nothing left in the emerald green mountains. In fact, on the gentle plain halfway up the mountain, there is a huge blue dragon that is very similar in color to Pine Forest.
The lengthy body is coiled together neatly and majesticly. At the highest point of the coil, there is the beautiful head of the Qinglong Fengshen. Its dragon horns are divided into seventeen points, which is the most beautiful enchanting I have ever seen. Dragon horns.
If this place is not a dragon tomb, and the air does not have the unique dampness of a floating cemetery, I am afraid that the enchanting still thinks this is a sleeping dragon.
The battle against the Blood Thirteen was at least the experience of the Blood Thirteen not being sealed under the Dragon Blood Pond hundreds of thousands of years ago, but such a long time did not leave any traces on this blue dragon.
The dragon scales are shiny and shiny, and the head corners are becoming more green in the mist. Even the smell of the dragon's corpse is not corpse rot, but a very natural rosin.
"Goodbye after hundreds of thousands of years, it is still so vigorous." Xue Shisan narrowed his eyes, his eyes still flashing with reminiscence.
No wonder Blood Thirteen can easily find the place where the dragon clan's bones are buried that even the real dragons can't predict. I'm afraid that he would have left his mark on the dragon when he fought against this blue dragon.
The enchanting mood once again glanced at the profile of the blood thirteen.
"Dragon Slayer", is this a title that is so exciting? Even if the human summoners of the Yuan Dynasty feared the supernatural existence of real dragons, they also regarded the ability to slay real dragons with bare hands as a kind of glory that was almost legendary.
If one day can prove to the world that he has the ability to slay dragons, it means that he has stood at the highest peak of all the creatures in Chuwu Earth! Even the race that was most favored by the God of Creation was defeated by his own step, so everything in the world would be surrendered.
But the enchanting did not see the slightest pride in the tone of the blood thirteen and the side face, which was completely incompatible with the arrogant arrogance of this crazy old man.
Not only is he not proud, but as Blood Thirteen himself said, now his obscure eyes with reminiscences are like he is remembering an old friend of his own.
"Yeah! This ancestor of my clan was obviously beheaded by your old immortal, what's the point of you old slut, being here again now? Look at your fake face, Ben Ryoko I'm so sick to throw up!"
Long Feng was extremely angry at this time. Perhaps he came to the ancestor's cemetery. The solemnity of this place suddenly gave the second generation ancestor great courage, and unknowingly awakened the sleeping pride in his blood.
Hearing Long Feng's extremely unpleasant spit, Xue Shisan squinted coldly and said lightly:
"Boy, you don't understand."
"I didn't kill you because you were unworthy."
"If I met Qingfeng today, I would not kill it, because it is not worthy."
Qingfeng, Eight Achievements is the name of the blue dragon lying in front of the mountain. It is rare that for so many years, the name of a war dragon is deeply imprinted in the heart of blood.
"Wait for me here, the old man has something to say to Qingfeng."
With a wave of his long sleeves, the blood thirteen directly hung the enchanting and Longzi Longfeng in place, and suddenly disappeared in front of them, I am afraid that the next second they would have stood in front of the dragon corpse in the middle of the mountain.
Long Feng was obviously angered by the ruthless and arrogant words of Blood Thirteen, and he immediately opened his teeth and danced his claws under the enchanting arm, but he was helpless with the enchanting power, and he simply couldn't allow it to get out and fall to the blood thirteen. Teeth on the body.
"Look, you see how abhorrent the dead old man is! As Princess Zhan, how can you be with such demons?" Seeing the blood for thirteen moments, Long Feng had to vent his anger to the enchanting body.
Looking at the back of the blood thirteen, enchanting and thoughtful, subconsciously repeated the same words as the blood thirteen.
"You don't understand."
After speaking, even the enchanting herself was taken aback. She didn't know why she felt this way, but in the dark, she felt that she understood some of the old man's thoughts.
The seemingly shameless and arrogant words of the old man blood are actually a kind of praise for the passing Qinglong. Perhaps the blood thirteen cherishes this Qinglong, which is really an old friend.
Although this is extremely contradictory and difficult to interpret, it feels enchanting.
As a warrior who has experienced many battles, she can experience the delicate friendship with her opponents. Blood Thirteen will not kill Long Feng, because Long Feng is so weak and pitiful. For combatants, killing the weak is A shame and trampling on one's heart.
Although the blood thirteen is now the strongest of the immortal realm, he will not kill the Qinglong Qingfeng who he regards as the "weak" in today's situation, but the blood thirteen fought against Qingfeng hundreds of thousands of years ago. At that moment, both must seriously regard each other as one of the most worthy opponents in their lives.
In the contest between life and death, whoever defeats the other is likely to change quickly. From then on, he regards his opponent as a stepping stone and embarks on an otherwise unbreakable realm.
If Xue Thirteen died in that battle, he would have no regrets, and if Qingfeng died in that battle, Qingfeng would not complain.
Because compared to the joy of slaughtering the opponent, what they all pursue is to prove for themselves through the opponent's combat power!
At the cost of death, pursuing the path of heaven that I hope for a lifetime.
Although it could not be confirmed in the blood thirteen mouths, from the peaceful and calm Qingfeng's death, the enchanting seems to be able to prove her guess more.
The result of mutual proving is that Qingfeng died in battle, and the blood thirteen took the deep temper that Qingfeng left for him, and lived vigorously to this day.
"Presumably, Master came today to tell Qingfeng that he has entered eternal life..."
"Life and death, death and death, life and death, Master is a person who has experienced great ordeal, so he can see through such a mysterious realm of immortality."
There was a sigh in the enchanting heart.
"What is it that I don't understand? It's you shameless guys who come to my dragon clan to mess around!" At this time, Long Feng was still yelling desperately, but he was blocked by the enchanting and enchanting. .
"When you actually start fighting, when you find the enemy that meets your opponent, you will understand."
A quiet and open-minded smile filled the enchanting cheeks.
Soon Blood Thirteen returned from Qingfeng, without saying a word, rising from the sky, seeming to take enchanting and Longfeng to the second destination. After seeing Qingfeng, Blood Thirteen was gloomy The expression seemed to ease a lot.
The enchanting voice did not make any doubts, but after Yukong turned his head and looked at the sleeping ridge of Qingfeng.
Those who didn't open in this season at all, the colorful flowers swayed lightly on the side of Qingfeng with the wind, and the colorful and soft beauty suddenly melted the enchanting heart. It also set off Aomine's sleeping cheeks more peacefully.
Looking at the small petals on the corners of Blood Thirteen’s pants, the enchanting smile was very sweet.
Some lives won’t wander around for tens of thousands of years without being born or dying like Nine Infants. They go straight to death in an open and calm manner, but no one can arbitrarily think that the deceased is dead, because maybe they still Live quietly in the hearts of some people, and never leave the bright sunshine because time flies.
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