Chapter 4117 The True Power of the Ancestral Dragon
"Gulu."
Long Wutong pursed her red lips tightly and stopped talking.
At this time, she could clearly feel that as long as she struggled a little, the young man in black could easily crush her neck and kill her directly.
only!!
If she was really suppressed by Ling Xiao so easily today, it would be difficult for her to gain a foothold in the future.
The dragon clan will also become the laughingstock and even shame of the Holy City.
"Buzz."
At this thought, a blood-colored dragon scale suddenly appeared between Long Wutong's eyebrows, bursting out with colorful and bright light.
The next moment, her figure suddenly expanded and turned into a huge figure several feet tall.
At this moment, her whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of blood-golden scales, giving off a sense of indestructibility.
What's even more frightening is that sharp nails extend from her claws, shining with a cold light, as if she can easily tear open the void.
In an instant, Long Wutong broke away from Ling Xiao's hand and appeared in the sky.
And behind her legs, a bloody dragon tail kept swaying, lifting up her skirt, revealing a large expanse of astonishing snow-white.
This scene was so beautiful and alluring that all the geniuses of the Holy City were fascinated by it and excited.
"Niubi!!"
Long Ao and others' eyes trembled, and their tense heartstrings suddenly relaxed, and they looked up to the sky and shouted.
"I knew the eldest princess would not be defeated so easily!"
"Eldest Princess, eternal god!!"
All the geniuses of the Dragon Race struggled to get up, their expressions were excited and their whole bodies were trembling.
They thought that Long Wutong would be casually killed by the young man in black today, and that the Dragon clan would also face a loss of dignity.
Now it seems that they are still too young to understand the eldest princess's awesomeness.
"I didn't expect that Long Wutong would actually cultivate to the form of a dragon?"
In the center of the holy city, three young men and women in different clothes stood on a pavilion and whispered.
At this time, terrifying waves of energy and blood were flowing through their bodies, vast and extremely powerful.
As one of the five ancient tribes in Holy City, the Dragon Tribe has always occupied the position of the first ancient tribe.
Not only because this clan is physically terrifying, but also because their bloodline heritage is comparable to that of the dragon clan.
As for the remaining four tribes, they are the Shanling Tribe, the Dark Night Tiger Tribe, the Ziyun Thunder Eagle Tribe, and... the Yue Tribe.
"Brother Yue, do you think Long Wutong can win?"
Among them, an enchanting woman wearing black leather armor with wavy hair that outlined her figure suddenly turned her head and looked at the center of the pavilion.
She is extremely beautiful, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and three strange lines on both sides of her cheeks, full of wild charm.
"not necessarily."
In the center of the pavilion, a handsome young man in white clothes sat at the table, holding a white jade fairy cup in his hand and taking a sip.
"Um?"
Hearing this, the eyes of the remaining three people trembled, with a hint of shock in their eyes.
"Can't you win like this?"
Today, Long Wutong has fully awakened to his half-dragon form, and his power reaches the sky.
Even though they were far apart, they could feel a kind of suppression coming from their bloodline.
If she was not a match for the young man in black, then it would be even more impossible for the three of them to defeat him.
"Brother Yue, what about you?"
Another young man in purple robe grinned, and a pair of silver eyes flashed with lightning, shaking the wind and clouds.
"Me? I can't even defeat Long Wutong, how can I be the opponent of the young man in black?"
The young man in white robe shook his head, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"Brother Yue, don't be humble. Who doesn't know that you Yue clan are the slaves of the saint. We, including the dragon clan, are just the saint's play pets."
The black-armored woman shook her head and smiled, with silky eyebrows. She walked up to the young man in white and sat down next to him. "Brother Yue, it seems that many powerful people have come to the world of Xianling this time. That tree of holy path
The tree... I'm afraid it will be carved up by them."
"Won't."
The white-robed young man shook his head, suddenly put down the wine cup in his hand, and showed a playful smile, "As long as we work together, not to mention these outside geniuses, even the truly top evildoers in the Xianling World will not be able to do anything in this Taichu Ancient Territory.
May be our opponent."
"Huh? Brother Yue, you don't want to..."
Hearing this, a look of panic suddenly flashed across the face of the dark-skinned woman, and her eyes trembled slightly.
Since ancient times, there have been rumors among the five ancient tribes in Holy City that the Yue tribe, the only human race among the five tribes, controls a magical power that can integrate the power of the five tribes.
although!!
This rumor has never been confirmed, but from what Yue Chong meant at this time, he probably wanted to use the power of the five tribes to jointly conquer the outside geniuses and compete for the fruits of the holy way.
"Don't worry, with the strength of the four of us, we can't beat a contemporary boy?"
Yue Chong shook his head and said nothing.
He slowly stood up and walked to the window sill, overlooking the ancient city below.
"Um?"
Behind him, three young men and women looked at each other, each with deep thoughts in their eyes.
"Boom."
At the same time, Long Wutong stood in the void, his expression gradually returning to calm.
Ling Xiao's hanging was indeed a bit beyond her expectation.
However, strong bloodline does not mean strong combat power. Now that she has cultivated to a half-dragon form, she is only one step away from transforming into a dragon.
As long as she can truly take that step, she will be the only genius in the history of the dragon race who can truly cultivate the dragon veins with her own body.
"I admit, I underestimated you. Your bloodline is very strong, stronger than mine."
Long Wutong sighed lightly. With the power of her and Ling Xiao's bloodline, if they gave birth to offspring, how terrifying would their talents be?
She couldn't even imagine it!!
"Still pretending?"
Ling Xiao shook his head, not giving Long Wutong a chance to show off, and suddenly thrust out his palm.
The next moment, behind him, a ray of colorful light appeared on the phantom of the ancestral dragon.
The paths of time, killing, destiny, void, etc. surged forward, just like the real dragon ancestor from ancient times was resurrected in this world.
"Um?"
In an instant, the excitement that had just risen on Long Wutong's face completely solidified, and his lips trembled, feeling unspeakable fear and shock.
At this moment, she suddenly discovered that this young man actually contained several kinds of ancestral dragon blood.
and!!
These bloodlines are not as thin as hers, but have endless ups and downs, earth-shaking.
How is that possible?
Suddenly, Long Wutong seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes trembled fiercely.
At this moment, she suddenly realized that the young man in black in front of her might not be a dragon.
He is...the Dragon Swallowing Clan!!
"Buzz."
Before Long Wutong could react from the shock, she saw Ling Xiao suddenly stepping out, the radiant glow surrounding her body slamming down on her.
And that colorful dragon shadow turned into a divine light seal, directly shattering the heaven and earth, covering thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
"I'll fight you!!"
Long Wutong clenched his silver teeth, and dragon patterns overflowed from his arms, as if they were made of immortal gold, and he slammed down towards the seal.