Looking around, it was full of golden yellow. When you look closely, this world is made up of golden light spots.

The dragon, who could no longer tell the difference between the east, south, west and north, lowered his head and slowly walked in the void like a walking corpse. He stopped when a blazing white halo appeared in front of him.

"Go in... go in... go in..."

“You can see what you want to see when you go in.”

“…”

I don’t know if it comes from my mind or from this golden world, but whispers urge the dragon to step into the blazing halo.

"Did you see clearly?"

"Did you know?"

"Practice it once, hurry!"

"Cry... Why are you crying... I have taught you how many times I have taught you, but I still can't learn it. What qualifications are there to cry? What's the point of crying?"

"waste!"

“…”

The subconscious Long Qi took one foot, but before he could fall, he took it back, and then it seemed that there was something extremely fear inside that scared him backwards. There he seemed to have heard the sounds of familiarity, and

Another terrifying roar, scolding...

"All the kids these days are worry-free."

"Go away!"

Suddenly, a somewhat furious voice echoed. Before Long Qi could react, he seemed to be kicked from behind and flew towards the blazing halo.

When he looked back, Long Qi only had time to see a golden light in his afterglow and flipped up and down a few times before he merged into the golden world.

A white light flashed in front of him, and the dragon appeared in the place he was most familiar with, the dragon vein space underground in the Long Family's ancestral land.

At this moment, Long Qi's whole body showed a transparent outline floating in the void, and under him was his ancestor and a 6 or 7-year-old boy.

I saw a pure white armor, with the dragon-subduing sword in my hand pointing to the earth, and with one hand behind me, Long Ruolan standing quietly in the place, with a sense of kingly majesty and dignity in the world, as if there were countless invading enemies in front of her, and she

It is the king who protects the world. The sword in his hand is the sword in the world. He vows to kill all the invading enemies for the world and protect the people of the world.

Suddenly

The king moved, stepped forward, stabbed with a sword, and rushed into the enemy group like a divine dragon. The man was a divine dragon, and the sword was also a divine dragon. He swept across all directions among millions of enemies, just like her identity. The king

Who in the world will not surrender! Who in the world dares not surrender!

"This is the first style of the eight swords in the Dragon: Dragon Roar. The sword comes out like a divine dragon and chants for a long time. If you want the enemy to understand, you will be like a divine dragon. The majesty of the king and the majesty of the divine dragon, you can only be respected and do not dare to invade.

.”

The words were settled, and the sword move suddenly changed. When the sword came out, a sense of extreme killing intention spread out instantly. The dragon-subduing sword was dancing with Long Ruolan, and golden lights were carried out with the momentum of destroying the dead and rotten.

The enemy in front of you.

Just like her identity, when the king is angry, he will kill all the invading enemies without any kindness!

"This is the second style of the Eight Swords of the Dragon and the Dragon Killing. Since it is a king, since it is a divine dragon, there is a king's anger and a divine dragon's anger. If anyone dares to incite you, there will be no trace of kindness.

Kill it."

As the sound of the sword as the sound of the sword settled, Long Ruolan turned to the ground, half-squatted and put the sword into her arms, the tip of the sword reached the front, and five phantoms of the same posture appeared around her in an instant.

The next moment, I felt a flash in front of my eyes, and six figures instantly stabbed out with swords. At the center point, the tips of six long swords touched each other at the same time. When I closed the sword, the five phantoms slowly dissipated, and only the real body held the sword.

Standing

"This is the third style of the Eight Sword of the Dragon Eight Sword, Dragon Flash. This style emphasizes fast and ultimate speed, just like the posture of a divine dragon attacking and killing. The power of the sharp claws unknowingly divides into five phantoms.

The united body seals the enemy, and then concentrates on killing it."

"Because the differentiated phantom consumes spiritual power, after killing the enemy, it will also face the lack of spiritual power, so it cannot be used at will until the critical moment of life and death."

"The next step is the last move, the Dragon Ba Sword, Dragon Heart!"

Suddenly, Long Ruolan's aura suddenly surged, golden halos spread out, and golden aura rose all over her body. With the extreme mobilization of spiritual power, it became more and more solid.

Until it finally turned into a golden flame and burned like an insurmountable wall of fire, lying between thousands of troops and behind him.

In a trance, I saw no moves of the king, but just looked indifferently, watching the millions of enemies who were fearless and fearless in the sea of ​​dragon flames.

Finally, he withdrew his momentum and his sword moves, and everything returned to normal. Long Ruolan walked to the little boy and said coldly: "You must always remember that as a king and a divine dragon, there is no trace of it for the world.

To be kind and kill the enemy is to protect the world without being catastrophe. This is the heart of the dragon."

"Do you understand?" With a little expectation, Long Ruolan stared at the little boy's eyes without squinting.

However, under the eyes of the ancestor, the little boy shook his head woodenly, then seemed to be shocked and nodded. Then he lowered his head in fear, stared at his toes, his hands nervous and restless.

Holding the corner of the clothes.

Even though it was not the first time, Long Ruolan couldn't help but sigh to the sky and cursed softly: "Baoshi."

But in the eyes of the little boy, this "waste" hit his young heart like a heavy hammer, and tears fell down.

"Cry... I know how to cry all day long... What's there to cry? It's been a year, a whole year. I've personally demonstrated and explained it every day, but I still have no gains? Are you qualified to cry?"

"Bang!"

After the angry Long Ruolan cursed, she slapped the little boy out, then threw down the dragon-subduing sword, and roared at the little boy: "No food or sleep today, practice for me."

, I will practice the movements and moves first, and I will practice them very well. If you dare to be lazy, I will break your legs myself!"

"Old ancestor, Qi'er knows it, Qi'er dares not be lazy."

Get up tremblingly, not caring about the pain on your body, the little boy staggered to the Dragon Sword, and with his little hands he lifted the Dragon Sword with difficulty, as if he had used all his strength to barely force him.

Punch a sword.

The sword was slanted and ugly. Perhaps it was because the sword was too heavy. After one sword was stabbed out, the little boy lost his center of gravity and was staggered a few more steps by the falling sword before stabilizing his body.

"snort!"

Yu Guangzhong, who lowered his head, was so angry that the ancestor left. The little boy didn't bother to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, stabilized his body again, and set off his sword again...

In the void, Long Qi looked at the little boy and closed his eyes in pain. Like the little boy, tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

In the dragon vein space for ten years, he didn't know how many scolds and beats he had been. This was the period when he least wanted and was reluctant to look back on it.

Looking at the distant back, even though he grew up now, Long Qi's heart was still full of fear.

If Hu Mingxian had not come to the ancestral land of the Long Family, he would not have been willing to go to the tenth floor of Yanglong Mountain. If he had not needed to awaken his physique, he would not have been willing to return to the dragon vein space.

Maybe he witnessed himself once again, maybe he remembered the beatings and scolding day and night, and at this time the fear in Long Qi's heart gradually turned into soul-devouring demons, just one by one

It eroded his body transformed by this consciousness.

I don't know how long it took, but when the little boy stabbed an ugly sword again, he was exhausted and fell to the ground in a confused state. He curled up his small body on the cold rock and fell asleep deeply.

Go past.

"Sleep... just sleep like this, don't wake up again... don't wake up again..."

Seeing that the little boy finally fell asleep, Long Qi seemed to have found a reason, put down all defenses, and let the inner demon swallow his last trace of consciousness.

Suddenly

"Why!"

Just as Long Qi closed his eyes and waited for the moment when the inner demon swallowed his last trace of consciousness, a sigh full of distress came out. In an instant, Long Qi opened his eyes, and the inner demon's movements were frozen in this moment.

It's right.

Walking to the little boy, gently caressing the little boy's tender and stained face, two lines of clear tears quietly crossed Long Ruolan's cheek, gently hugged the little boy in his arms, and sat down

On a big rock.

The irritable and irritable face in the past was no longer stern, and replaced by tenderness, pity and helpless self-blame. Long Ruolan carefully brushed away the traces of tears and sweat from the corners of the little boy's eyes, and slowly lowered the other hand.

The dragon energy was introduced into the little boy's body, brushing away all the pain and fatigue for him.

After doing all this, Long Ruolan reached out to take a drop of dragon casting liquid from the dragon casting liquid pool, gently opened the little boy's mouth, and fed the dragon casting liquid in.

It seemed that I had tasted something delicious. After swallowing it, the little boy bent his mouth with satisfaction. He seemed to feel that Quan Sheng was relieved. He unconsciously drilled into Long Ruolan's arms and searched.

I fell asleep in a comfortable position.

"Qi'er, the ancestor knows that you will definitely blame the ancestor. Even if you are young now, you don't know what annoying is, but when you grow up, you will definitely..."

Looking at the child in his arms, Long Ruolan smiled for the first time: "Qi'er, you are a real dragon body and will shine in the Shengwu Continent in the future, but before that, you must practice well.

, Only by obtaining the power of luck can you go to the Holy Martial Continent and create your era..."

In the void, there were only a pair of eyes left by the demons, Long Qi had already burst into tears and cried in tears, as if he wanted to determine something. As the consciousness surged, the scene in front of him flashed again and again, and he no longer paid attention.

He just wanted to see if the beatings and scoldings he suffered every day and night. Every time he fell asleep, the ancestor always cared for him like this...

"Old ancestor... Qi'er knew he was wrong... Qi'er didn't blame the ancestor..."

When his consciousness stayed ten years ago, the day when he left, Long Qi suddenly realized that every time he fell asleep in a coma, the ancestor would hold him in his arms like his mother, until this moment,

Only then did he truly understand that the ancestor was deeply caring for him under the harsh and ruthless surface.
Chapter completed!