The Jiaolong clan members all rushed towards the white light without hesitation or fear of death.
The dragons stared blankly at the scene in the sky, the tragedy of this scene destined to be engraved in their hearts forever.
boom!
The bodies of the Jiaolong tribe were hit by the white light, and they were struggling for life and death, suffering in pain. The white light only paused for a moment, but the castration did not change, and it still rushed straight down. But the Jiaolong tribe paid a heavy price for this, piece by piece.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and one after another the dragon clansmen died under the impact of the white light.
The life of each Jiaolong tribe member can only be exchanged for a sliver of stagnation in the white light. Even though it is only a sliver, the Jiaolong tribe members continue to fight without fear or regret.
Just like a moth flying into a flame, life is burning, cruel and gorgeous.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The white light continued to tremble, and the degree of stagnation became larger and larger. The Jiaolong tribe paid a huge price for this. This was simply a massacre. The blood almost dyed the sky red. Too many Jiaolong tribe members died in this suicide.
Among them, the dead bodies could not stay in the air and fell towards the sea one after another.
Tsk tsk tsk!
The sound of the molten lava melting the body was so terrifying that as soon as the body entered, white bones immediately appeared. The white bones emerged from the molten lava, like dumplings in the oil pan, and the scene was extremely bleak.
"don't want!"
The Dragon Clan's bodies were shaken wildly when they saw it, and tears welled up in their eyes. The Jiaolong Clan's unhesitating sacrifice shocked them, and they felt deeply heartbroken.
"do not die……"
Under the leadership of Zhenwu, the dragon tribesmen rushed down one after another. They wanted to help Yangwu and others resist together.
"Come on! We must preserve the bones of our ancestors!"
The madness of the Jiaolong people continued, and about fifty people bumped into them. Their bodies quickly disappeared in the white light, and their faces before death were so crazy. There was also a sense of tranquility in this madness.
Yes, An Jing. Their abilities are limited and their bloodline is impure, but they gave everything for their beliefs and they really tried their best.
"Ancestor!" The roars of many people suddenly stopped at their throats.
The Jiaolong tribe watered their faith with their blood, and the bright red flower bloomed so brilliantly.
Although the white light is strong, when it eventually ends, the meager strength of each Jiaolong tribe member forms a torrent.
There is no need for help from the Dragon Clan, the Jiaolong Clan people have solved the problem.
Rumble!
There was a final loud noise, and the white light died in the extreme flash. This wave of powerful energy was finally calmed down, and the dragon's skeleton lost the effect of the white light and fell normally.
The skeleton of the divine dragon was caught by Yang Wu, who held it carefully. It was the most precious thing in the world to him. His head had already been stained red with blood. In the impact just now, he took the lead and rushed forward.
The one at the front was immediately beaten to death by the white light. His superior dragon defense saved his life, and he was bounced away.
Yang Wuru held the shrine with a solemn and solemn expression. He stepped on the illusory stairs and slowly descended to the island. Floating high in the sky were the remaining nine hundred Jiaolong clan members. The clansmen watched Yang Wu go away quietly.
Silently wiping away tears, many people's throats were hoarse.
They finally preserved the bones of their ancestors, and they finally dedicated their loyalty, but the price of this belief was really too great. Looking down, the bones on the sea were so terrifying, and they were all alive.
The faces of those tribesmen who laughed with them not long ago have now disappeared forever between heaven and earth.
Ancestor, can you look at your people from the sky? Is there really God's will in the dark world? Is the fate of the Jiaolong people doomed to be cruel?
The skeleton of the divine dragon was gently placed on the ground. The dragon's movements remained unchanged, like an old monk sitting still.
Yang Wu trembled non-stop, slowly retreated, and finally he knelt down heavily towards the bones, his head buried tightly on the ground, and suddenly he started to cry loudly. This cry was hoarse, with endless sadness, and with
Infinite sorrow.
"Ancestor, have we finally found you?" Yang Wu cried sadly.
The Dragon Clan people landed behind Yang Wu one after another. Everyone was silent. There were tears in their eyes. All their arrogance was put down. Only the final touch was left in their hearts.
"Ancestors, five hundred of our Jiaolong tribe have died, a total of five hundred..." Yang Wu shouted in a trembling voice.
Shenlong still stood quietly, never answering. Shenlong was cowardly when he died, but he sowed courage and passion in the hearts of his descendants.
"Brother, please don't cry."
A palm slowly rested on Yang Wu's shoulder. This man grieved with Yang Wu.
Yang Wu raised his head and looked at Zhen Wu, as if they had traveled thousands of light years. There was too much complexity and heaviness in his eyes, and his eyes were trembling.
The word "brother" expresses the Dragon Clan's respect for the Jiaolong Clan. This time the Jiaolong Clan has proven itself, and no one can question the Jiaolong Clan. For this word, the Jiaolong Clan has worked hard for too long, and under the vulgar appearance of the past,
, what they hide is a proud heart.
The fact makes people sigh that the Jiaolong clan, the descendants of the Great Wilderness whose bloodline is not pure, are braver than the orthodox descendants of the Dragon clan.
The Dragon Clan people also descended slowly. They stood beside the Dragon Clan people. The two people held each other's hands tightly. From this moment on, they became true brothers, and everyone's hearts were tightly connected.
Together.
This is the end of a long journey to find their ancestors. The process may not be happy, but the ending is finally gratifying. The Jiaolong tribe got something that belongs to them, and their souls that have been wandering for thousands of years are finally at peace. The power of faith is in control.
In spite of everything, the glory of their ancestors will continue to bring them strength.
The people of the two tribes worshiped the dragon's bones again and again, and then they dug a deep hole under Jiyan Island to let the dragon rest in peace.
Every movement is solemn, and this is a spiritual pilgrimage for the Jiaolong tribe and the Dragon tribe people.
Xiao Yunsheng fell slowly from high in the sky. He glanced at Yang Wu and others silently, feeling filled with emotion. His eyes turned to the other side of the island.
On that side, the grand scene of the Red Flame Island was being repeated. Dao Sect members were forging peerless magic weapons. They sat cross-legged one by one. Big Xiao was maintaining a column of molten water, which was filled with the most powerful essence at this time.
Yuan Zhenhuo.
Peng! Peng! Peng!
The bodies of everyone in the Dao Sect were constantly making sounds, and their power was being squeezed out crazily, all flowing towards the Love-Severing Sword. Tianhua's face was filled with a look of madness. Although he didn't make a sound, everyone could see from his expression.
I saw a heart-rending cry on my body.
The people of Daozong are still persevering. Their forging started a few days ago, and now the forging is reaching its climax. Maybe the results will come out soon.
After struggling for too long, this time, the peerless magic weapon will finally be forged, right?
The island is divided into two places, one is where the Jiaolong clan seeks their ancestors, and the other is where the Taoist sect seeks the Way. The power of the two faiths are flying in the sky, shining as much as they want. (To be continued)
This chapter has been completed!