The giant dragon hovers and shoots in all directions.
In the morning light and smoke in the sky, the white dragon raised its head, as if walking in a fairyland.
"Dragon?" In shock, Luo Yu subconsciously reached out and rubbed his eyes.
Did she read that correctly? The one below is a five-clawed white dragon from Chinese myths and legends, the kind of dragon that swallows clouds, spits mist, and calls for wind and rain?
"The ancient legend is actually true, there really is this giant dragon." Luo Yu said in surprise, but Hai Mofeng beside him could not remain calm.
Rufei said with shock in his eyes and rushed down.
"In the ancient times of Forgotten Continent, it was said that the most powerful monsters in the continent, the giant dragon clan, could swallow the power of the sky and were proud of the world, but they have been extinct long ago.
I never thought that such a thing would actually happen." Yun Shitian on the side was also excited, pulling Luo Yu to follow him like flying.
As for Xiao Hong, Xiao Yin and several of Hai Mo Feng's followers, needless to say, they were stunned.
Go down in an instant and reach the end of the road.
The hazy smoke dissipated, and everything in front of me became clear.
The giant dragon, a thousand-meter giant dragon, is huge and boundless, almost running through the entire side.
However, it is not alive.
Rather, it is a withered skeleton that has long since died.
But the withered bones stood tall, majestic and domineering, overlooking everything.
That kind of dominating aura cannot be compared to thousands of monsters.
"What an amazing aura, it is indeed the ancient beast king." Hai Mofeng raised his head high, with deep emotion and longing on his face.
Bang, bang, just as he finished speaking.
Xiaoyin and Xiaohong, who came closely behind the three of them, straightened their postures quite seriously for the first time, and nodded towards the dragon's bones with serious faces.
That was the former emperor of their beasts.
That is an unshakable existence in the World of Warcraft.
It is worthy of their respect and even more worthy of their worship.
The wind blows over three thousand, and the white dragon dominates the world.
Compared with the absolute shock and admiration of Hai Mofeng, Yun Shitian, Xiaoyin and Xiaohong, Luo Yudao was the first to wake up.
After all, the dragon was a myth in her eyes, and now it was just a skeleton, far less shocking than a real one.
After circling the thousand-meter-long dragon, Luo Yu saw everything around him.