The cheap dragon narrowed his red-black eyes slightly, stretched out his dragon claw, swept it in the air, and suddenly grabbed the purple-gold Dragon Emperor Dragon Yuan in his hand.
"My lord, give it to me!"
Tianhuang Jing looked at Jianlong with great longing, his eyes were on fire, and even his breathing became rapid, "You promised me that as long as you help me get the Dragon Essence True Pill left by Tianlong Emperor, I will submit to you.
"
The cheap dragon frowned slightly.
He looked at the Tianlong Emperor Dragon Yuan in his hand with some reluctance. In fact, from the bottom of his heart, he really wanted to swallow it.
But I had promised the Emperor Mirror in advance. If I swallowed it myself this time, wouldn't it be a bit unkind?
"Give it the Emperor's mirror."
Ling Luo stood on one side and gave his suggestion, with a sharp light shining in his beautiful eyes, and said, "Ancestor Qingyang's giant palm is about to come down. The Emperor's Mirror is a divine weapon. If it can swallow the Heavenly Dragon
The emperor's Dragon Origin True Pill can restore its former power, and maybe it can help us resist."
Jianlong frowned tightly and gritted his teeth, his heart aching.
"Xiao Luo -" Jian Long looked at Xian Ling Luo with a pleading look, "Why don't I and this Emperor mirror each other and half of it?"
Emperor Mirror: "!!!"
"My lord! You promised me once!"
"Shut up!" Jianlong slapped Mianhuang Jing on the head and said impatiently, "I am your master, and I have the final say. Xiaoluo is my master, and Xiaoluo has the final say.
.”
Ling Luo raised his head and saw that Xuanyuan Yu was already holding the dark and mysterious Wusheng Sword, and he took the initiative to rush towards the direction of Ancestor Qingyang.
Ancestor Qingyang's skill has already surpassed Ling Luo's imagination, and is hundreds of times that of his disciple Yan Rui.
Xuanyuan Yu was already furious at this moment, his mind was controlled by the strange inanimate sword with countless parasitic "blood vessels", and a pair of demonic dark bone wings sprouted from behind, pointing towards the palm of Patriarch Qingyang
Just cut it off.
"Demon! Die!"
Patriarch Qingyang recognized Xuanyuan Yu's attributes at a glance, and with a bang, five galactic streams of fire burst out from his giant palm.
Xuanyuan Yu's dark demonic figure was instantly submerged by five galactic fire streams.
"Yu——"
Ling Luo's eyes widened and he screamed.
Then, she quickly grabbed the purple-gold Dragon Essence Pill from Jianlong's hand, stuffed it into the huge wound and crack in the Emperor's Mirror, and said sternly: "You'd better be of some use!"
"boom--"
The Dragon Emperor's Dragon Essence True Pill turned into a purple-gold vortex and quickly integrated into the mirror of the Emperor's Mirror.
The turbulent dragon's breath rippled, creating circles of ripples on the mirror surface, with a shocking power.
The extremely terrifying large crack in the center of the Emperor's Mirror, as well as the small crack that appears as a cross at 90 degrees, are rapidly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Ha ha ha ha--"
The Emperor's Mirror crazily absorbed the efficacy of the Purple Gold Dragon Dragon Pill, with a happy face and high spirits, saying: "The power of my old master, the Heavenly Dragon Emperor! The power of my old master, the Heavenly Dragon Emperor!"
Jianlong's face was full of pain, he curled his lips, glanced at Ling Luo with his red-black eyes complainingly, and muttered: "Xiao Luo, you are partial..."
For Xuanyuan Yu, he resolutely gave the Purple Gold Dragon Pill to Emperor Jing, but he couldn't even take a sip.
Ling Luo glanced at Jian Long apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, jail. If I have a chance in the future, I will make it up to you with something better."