After five hundred years of beating, Long Li has overcome the calamity.
During the thunder tribulation, the dragon-headed monster roared to the sky, very powerful.
He roared through the thunder before it fell on him.
I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been holding it in for five hundred years.
He has been silenced by Wu Tian for five hundred years and has been a mute dragon for five hundred years.
This voice roared out a sound that was five hundred years old.
Very domineering, suppressing Thunder.
But it also seemed to anger Tianjie.
The thunderclouds rolled and swallowed up the wind and clouds from all directions.
The thunder disaster worsened and attracted many uninvited guests.
Wu Tian stood watching from a distance, watching quietly.
When the third thunder tribulation was over and the fourth thunder tribulation was brewing, his expression became serious.
Along the way, he saw many creatures passing through tribulations, being born in the third level of thunder tribulation, and dying in the fourth level of thunder tribulation.
This seems to have become a dead end.
Looking at the injured little beast under the fourth level of lightning tribulation, he had a bad feeling.
However, others cannot interfere with the thunder tribulation in its form, nor can they intervene.
The third thunder tribulation fell, which was a mixture of earth, fire and wind.
Long Li opened his eyes wide and roared at the sky. His strength was obviously insufficient.
His words shouldn't have caused such a disaster.
Wu Tian frowned slightly as he watched the little beast being knocked down from the sky and nailed into the earth by the three-color thunder pillar.
The earth roared, and the destructive power of thunder continued.
Wu Tian looked at the sky, because the thunder whirlpool was still growing, brewing the last destructive thunder disaster.
In the charred pit, Long Li's drooped head slowly lifted up, his eyes were blood red, and he screamed at the sky.
With a familiar look in his eyes, unyielding, Wu Tian suddenly said: "Dragon power, the flying dragon is in the sky, today, the world will be fine!"
No one knew what this meant, but when Long Li heard this voice, he was filled with fighting spirit. His blood boiled all over his body. He roared angrily, grew wings on his back, and flew towards the thunder clouds.
The dragon power rushed into the thundercloud whirlpool, wreaking havoc and devouring it.
There was a thunderclap, and a golden dragon spine formed in the flesh and blood on Longli's back.
The flying dragon is in the sky, and the world is blessed!
It was also his last chance of survival.
The fourth level of Heavenly Tribulation Dragon Power was passed.
The golden light shines, and the dragon power takes form.
A young man with black robe and white hair.
The young man's eyes were sharp, and his white hair was even sharper.
This looks like a troubled boy.
Wu Tian smiled when he thought of this.
But when he saw the boy's appearance clearly, Wu Tian couldn't laugh anymore.
Because they are so similar, who do they look like?
Like him!
He has used his face for two lifetimes, how could he not recognize it?
The looks in Wu Tian’s eyes were also different.
Does he regard this little dragon cub as his son?
Wu Tian gritted his teeth and looked at the little boy walking towards him, and said angrily: "You don't want to be my son, do you?"
The Longli boy, who had just developed a slight affection for Wu Tiansheng, rushed over with a 'ouch'.
Then, in the stunned onlookers, a drama was staged in which the son beat me, and I beat my son, and finally the son was knocked to the ground by me and passed out.
When Wu Tian carried the boy out of the pit.
The onlookers dispersed like birds and beasts.
It's just too violent.
They thought that if any of them entered, they would be hammered to death.
of course there are exceptions.
An old man and two young men came over.
Wu Tian glanced lightly, "Qilin clan?"
The expressions of the three people changed slightly. You can see through their heels at a glance. What does this mean?
The realm is far above them.
The old man walking in front took the lead in saluting: "Qilin clan, Qijun has met the senior dragon clan."
"I'm not a dragon."
The old man glanced at the dragon power in Wu Tian's hand intentionally or unintentionally.
In exchange for Wu Tian's dark face, Wu Tian said word by word with a dark face: "He...is...not...my...son!"
