Facing the fierce pressure, Leng Xuan released all his momentum and said: "Ancient mythical beasts, Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku, Xuanwu, as a member of the Qinglong clan, why are you not a mythical beast?" The green dragon snorted coldly: "Mythical beasts.
The clan has died long ago, and we only live for ourselves now." Hearing this, Leng Xuan's expression changed, and he said in surprise: "You mean us? Are there other members of the Qinglong clan?"
The green dragon said coldly: "You don't need to know this." After a pause, he changed his subject and said: "Cultivator, why did you come to the mouth of the fire dragon? Aren't you afraid of death?" Leng Xuan said slowly: "
Who is not afraid of death, but I don't think I will die." The blue dragon looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "What a big tone. Do you really think that with just the early stage of Mahayana cultivation, you can come and go freely in the mouth of the fire dragon?"
Leng Xuan shook his head and asked: "What is your name?" The Qinglong said solemnly: "Why do you ask this?" Leng Xuan replied: "I have a friend who is also a member of the Qinglong clan." Hearing this.
At this point, the green dragon asked: "What's his name?" Leng Xuan said: "Feng Lie, you members of the Qinglong clan should be familiar with this name." Following his words, the figure of the green dragon was seen in the air.
With a move, green light appeared all over his body. After a moment, the dazzling blue light suddenly condensed and transformed into a tall middle-aged man who appeared in front of Leng Xuan.
After the middle-aged man appeared, he immediately walked up to Leng Xuan and said with a slightly fluctuating tone: "What did you just say? Feng Lie? Hasn't he fallen yet?" Leng Xuan said: "He did fall back then.
But now, not only has he been reborn, but he is also stronger than before." The middle-aged man couldn't wait to ask: "Where is he now?" Leng Xuan replied: "In the world of cultivation."
"The world of cultivation?" The middle-aged man was slightly stunned and frowned: "Then how did you get to know him?" Leng Xuan said, "I am from the world of cultivation." After saying this, he took out a bag from his arms.
He handed a cyan dragon scale to the middle-aged man and said, "This is what Feng Lie gave me." The middle-aged man took the dragon scale, looked at it carefully, nodded and said, "There is indeed something on it.
Feng Lie's aura." Seeing that the other party believed his words, Leng Xuan asked: "I heard Feng Lie say, isn't your Qinglong clan extinct? Why are you still living here?"
The middle-aged man slowly said: "We are not extinct, we are just escaping from the battles in this world." After a slight hesitation, the middle-aged man continued: "Back then, the space channel was opened, and the survivors of our Qinglong clan
, all moved to the foreign cultivation world and settled here. No matter what happens outside, it has nothing to do with us."
Leng Xuan asked: "You just called yourself Qinglong instead of a mythical beast. Why?" Hearing this, a desolate look suddenly appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes. After a sigh, he shook his head and said:
"The clan of divine beasts has long been abandoned by heaven. At the beginning, our Qinglong clan was the head of the sacred beasts, leading the three clans and jointly protecting the world. However, I believe you also know what the outcome will be. Except for those of us who were lucky enough to escape, the Qinglong clan members,
The three tribes of White Tiger, Suzaku, and Xuanwu were all wiped out, and no one survived, and the four great beasts were missing."
Leng Xuan said in a deep voice: "Did you just say 'kill'? What do you mean?"