"Old sheep, how about it."

In the void, several figures hiding in the crowd looked at the battlefield ahead.

An old sheep was squatting at the feet of a man on the right.

The hair on the old sheep's back was a little yellow, and the long beard on the jaw had not been washed for a long time. The beard condensed into a ball and condensed on its chin.

The eyes are dim and old.

A pair of silver-edged gold-rimmed glasses were mounted on the bridge of his nose.

Looking slowly at the distant mountains.

Its lips squirming, what is chewing in its mouth.

"There is a formation ambush." ​​The person who spoke was an old figure wearing an unmask.

"It seems that they have been giving in before, just to set up the formation here."

"It's just a meaningless resistance. The so-called formation is just a means of the weak. After so many years, these corpse tribes have used the old skills many years ago."

There are some special monsters or beasts that have the ability to form formations.

But they are all innate formations, but just a kind of means.

For example, the human race once had a top power. His beast control was the taboo stone master, and his natal talent was to carve array patterns. It is said that the most widely circulated knowledge of acquired formations within the civilization now originated from the skills taught by the taboo stone master.

There is a greater gap between the acquired formation and the innate formation.

Not only is there anyone within the human race studying formations, but many universities have researchers studying formations related to research.

It's just not mainstream.

"The final battlefield is not something that the following people can intervene." Chen Mian said.

"Let's just go and defeat the enemy's backbone first, and then clear the battlefield in the army!" Chen Ming shook his neck, and his cervical spine made a crisp sound.

"Black Dragon, fight side by side with me." Chen Ming opened his arms and called out loudly.

The wind and clouds gather above the sky.

Dark clouds cover the top.

Lightning is densely covered.

Above the sky, a terrifying existence shuttles through the sea of ​​clouds.

The faint light of the scales between the thick lead clouds flew in an instant.

The heavy breath brought up the storm.

Strong wind, heavy rain, fog.

In the thick fog that was so rich that it could not be dissipated, two golden torches burned, penetrated the thick fog.

The shocking dragon roars shook the sky, and the black dragon in the yellow spring broke through the mystery.

The black-edged and golden dragon swooped down from above the nine heavens.

The huge body exudes a strong aura of death.

"roar--"

Cow head, deer antler, snake scales, eagle claws.

He has a huge body, a smooth body, and his momentum is powerful without anger.

Chen Ming jumped, snatched the dragon claws in the sky, grabbed Chen Ming, bent his left front claws, and protected it in his chest.

Chen Mian pointed with one hand, Huangquan Black Dragon looked at a certain direction, opened the dragon's mouth and squirted out a rich dark breath.

The scorching purple-black dragon breath twists the space and draws a horizontal line on the mountain peak.

The pen is like a thick ink sprinkled among the peaks. The mountains are divided into two, the valleys are turned into mountain streams, and the rocks and soil are melted like spring snow.

The majestic dragon flame is like a huge wave, causing waves.

A large number of corpse tribes had no time to react and were melted in an instant.

In the face of higher-level existence, quantity sometimes does not make much sense.

Especially in the decisive decisive battle.

"It's actually a real dragon." In the rear, the army exploded and burst into noise when they saw the black dragon's birth.

There are dragons in the beasts, which are well known to everyone.

But there are very few people who have actually seen dragons.

The dragon clan has strong bloodlines and is rare. Most of the so-called dragons of Obsidian Star are sub-dragons, not pure blood dragon clans.

Even dragons are extremely rare.

True dragons are even rarer because the bloodline of the true dragon is strong, and the pure blood true dragon is at least above diamonds.

At this moment, on the other side.

In an army on the front line.

Dou Hongying looked up at the domineering figure in the sky in the distance.

I thought silently in my heart.

"I heard that the Yellow Spring Black Dragon, which was circulated among the twelve people of the Supreme Council, was also a guardian beast passed down from ancient times, just like the Rat. Is this the Yellow Spring Black Dragon?"

Guarding beasts passed down from generation to generation.

The number is also extremely rare.

The black dragon in the Yellow Spring stormed into the mountains, and the peaks were destroyed, and countless corpses really turned into corpses.

The Corpse Clan originally wanted to wait for the human masters to enter the mountains before activate the formation.

But the black dragon in the Yellow Spring that suddenly broke their plan.

"Make it unrestrained." Deep in the mountains.

An older generation of the corpse tribe took action.

The powerful corpse tribe who took action was in a deep breath, his hair was sparse and almost lost.

His eyes were dull and he was wearing a black shroud.

The death aura spreads all over my body, and a strange red light flashes in my pupils.

A large number of invisible tentacles floated behind him.

The naked eye cannot see it at all, but the area where the tentacles exist can be sensed through mental power, which distorts the surrounding space.

Even the Yellow Spring Black Dragon sensed a faint threat from this tentacle.

Tentacles penetrate the matter and turn into ropes to tie the black dragon in the yellow spring to the sky.

Although I don’t know what it is, the Yellow Spring Black Dragon naturally won’t let this thing that looks disgusting to touch him.

A large amount of black mist appeared on the surface of his body, and the black dragon in the Yellow Spring jumped into the sky.

The tentacles below are very strange and continue to extend.

The black dragon in the Yellow Spring waves its claws.

The strong dark elemental power condensed into a claw-shaped slash.

The invisible and transparent tentacles were shattered.

But before the Yellow Spring Black Dragon could breathe a sigh of relief, the cut-off tentacles actually extended again.

The Yellow Spring Black Dragon looked at the old man of the Corpse Clan, and it instantly understood.

The root of this tentacle is in this old man.

Either exhaust its power or kill it, otherwise the tentacle will be cut and destroyed.

"Advanced skill - Dark shine."

The black dragon in the Yellow Spring flashed between his eyebrows, and the black beam in the void was slight and dark in color.

Instantly pierced the upper body of the older generation of the corpse tribe.

Because of the volume of the Yellow Spring Black Dragon, the darkness shot out from its eyebrows was as thick as a bucket.

The upper body of the old man in the corpse tribe disappeared instantly and instantly vaporized.

No matter how tenacious its vitality is, its upper body evaporates, it can only fall. Without its master's control, the tentacles disappear in place.

As the old man of the corpse tribe died suddenly, the corpse tribe in the mountains was frightened and angry.

The old man of the corpse tribe has a good status and is the first generation to come to this planet.

There are not many people left over from that generation to this day. Not only is the identity, but also the status is very special.

Moreover, because of the special talents of the corpse tribe, although they will naturally age and die, generally speaking, the longer they live, the more they will gradually increase their strength.

The strength of the old men of the corpse tribe is also at the highest level in their tribe.

Otherwise, it would not have taken action to fight the Yellow Spring Black Dragon.

But all of them underestimated the strength of the Yellow Spring Black Dragon.

"The realm of that dragon may exceed most of us, and perhaps only the boss can defeat it." Chidian turned around and looked at the boss who was sitting on the throne behind him, who had been silent all the time.

The Red Army was silent, facing the hopeful eyes of the tribesmen.

But I was cursing in my heart, no, I can't.

Even if it is the depth of the Yellow Spring Black Dragon, it is vaguely unable to see through.

He has no perspective and can see through other people's strength at a glance.

But it subconsciously felt threatened.

Even if it is a life-and-death battle, it will not have the confidence to become the final winner.
Chapter completed!