Bang, Jingtian collided directly with the Order Cage. The fierce impact force shattered the void. The Order Cage only oscillated slightly. Seeing that they were about to be dragged into the sea of fire, Jingtian hit one after another, bang, bang, bang, but it was a pity that Jingtian consumed too many dragons in front. Soul, one-third of the strength when it is at its weakest
Looking at Jingtian above, trying hard to survive for herself, Huanhuan's heart was burning, arousing her desire to live. I can't die, and I can't let Jingtian die here. Infinite strength surges from the body, and the injuries are recovering at the speed of the naked eye. ,
Jingtian shouted loudly, ah, he burned the last dragon soul to fill himself with strength, prepare for the last fight, the Nine Heavens Control Thunder God Art, shocking the world, living towards death, shaking the world around him, and the black clouds in the sky pressed down, The thunder spring in the middle poured out the power of thunder, and the thunder whipped Jingtian with a huge force. The chain that wrapped Jingtian and Huanhuan's sequence completely collapsed under this powerful voltage, and Jingtian flew out of the cage with Huanhuan, Facing the dazzling sunshine, she suddenly felt that her eyelids were extremely heavy, her eyes went black, and she fell from a high altitude. Huanhuan waved her wings in great pain, and fell rapidly, and then she was shocked. Seeing the scars all over his body, her heart was extremely hurt. The pain was a thousand times more painful than the broken wings. Huanhuan flew through the sea of fire with a shocking glide, standing on the lower edge of the pot,
They finally escaped, and Jingtian, who was temporarily unconscious, also woke up.
Jingtian hugged Huanhuan's waist tightly, Huanhuan leaned his head on Jingtian, broke through the prison of order, and they came to the center of the pot bottom of Vientiane Forest
Jingtian stood up, this was the Vientiane Forest, looking at the place where his ancestors had fought, Jingtian's body involuntarily rose into the air at the bottom of the pot, flying into the void, standing in the air for a long time, he opened his hands, as if to embrace the air, his head upward , feeling the warmth of the sun, Huanhuan watched the shocking movements from below, knowing what he was doing, bathing in the blood of his ancestors, he felt the hot blood hitting his face,
Suddenly a loud thunderous voice came out, "Yu Jingtian, the twelfth-generation Heavenly Lord, pays homage to his ancestors, the golden dragon passed down from generation to generation, and grandson of Yu Aoxue, the tenth-generation Heavenly Lord, pays homage to his ancestors, and pays homage to all the seniors of the Dragon Clan"
The sound echoed between the heaven and the earth, Jingtian turned into a hundred-meter golden dragon, spitting out the dragon clan passed down from generation to generation, the spiritual pearl shone with golden light, exuding a majestic aura, a white cloud appeared hazy in the sky, swimming, turning into a dragon shape, communicating with Jingtian, He is the ancestor Yu Xiaotian, accompanied by his roar and roar,
The second dragon appeared, and the third, until the sky was filled with them. They followed Jingtian, flying in the air, the roar of dragons raged,
I swear to defend the dragon clan to the death, and I am willing to serve the prince again in the next life.
How do you feel about being beheaded today? Starting a business is hard and full of battles.
Go to Quantai to recruit old troops, and kill Yama with a hundred thousand banners.
The war in the southern country has been going on for ten years, so this head must be hung at the gate of the country.
If you all work harder in the future, good news will come to you as paper money.
The heavenly army will be your home when you are reincarnated, and the bloody storms will end.
Take righteousness and become benevolent. Today, the sky is filled with flowers of freedom.
Jingtian will definitely uphold the will of his ancestors, bring glory to the Dragon Clan, and protect the world.
Jingtian slowly landed next to Huanhuan and took her hand to the bottom of the pot. This was the fire spirit that could become the Phoenix Clan's immortal fire and the Golden Crow's immortal fire. At this time, Huanhuan couldn't help but want to touch her, and Jingtian grabbed her. hand, "Don't touch it, you have also seen the power of the fire spirit in the illusion."
Then Jingtian held Huanhuan's hand tightly in his palm, and his sudden move made Huanhuan blush in a comfortable environment, his charming eyes closed shyly, and his red lips parted into a smile.
She lowered her head, glanced gently, and found Jingtian looking back at her. Their eyes collided. Her heart was pounding, and she quickly withdrew her hand.
When the guests come in, the gold hairpin slips out of their socks.
He walked away shyly, leaned against the door and looked back, sniffing the green plums.
We first went to pick sycamore leaves. The sacred sycamore tree from a distance was less than one meter in diameter and less than 50 meters high. There was nothing magical about it. When we walked in, we found that its branches were covered with each other, and the leaves were intertwined. It was yellow and broad. The sycamore leaves fell from the high branches like dancing butterflies. After falling to the ground, it turned into smoke and dust. I was shocked and sighed. This is the sacred sycamore tree that has survived for tens of millions of years. Could it be that the one in Fengming Mountain is fake? It is also real, but it is not the ancient sacred tree in front of me. Its Existence is faith and also bait. When I saw the leaves falling, I went to grab them. But I grabbed them, but there was nothing in my hands. Looking at the bottom of my palm, the leaf was still falling, "What's going on?" "Something", Jingtian grabbed it again and threw it in the air, Huanhuan also stepped forward to help, and finally he caught a piece, the yellow leaves burned, and an illusion appeared in front of his eyes, Jingtian sat on the Lingxiao Palace,
All the nations came to court, and all the gods knelt down, "to pay homage to the Heavenly Lord, and presented them with Zhuluo jade articles and countless treasures. In the palace, the singers were dancing in gauze, red songs and dancing, with beauties beside them. "Heavenly Lord has come, drink. "Drink this glass." He saw the beauty in his arms sipping a glass of wine before sending it to the corner of Jingtian's mouth. A shocking palm shattered the illusion, "Power and money, in my opinion, are like flowers in the moon mirror in the water, clouds passing by, groups of wives and concubines, beauties like The clouds are nothing more than red and pink skulls,"
It turns out that what he saw may not be real. Jingtian scanned it with his spiritual consciousness and quickly found the real sycamore tree leaf. It was the leaf of faith. Jingtian Yuanshen divinely moved and flew out of the body. After catching it, Jingtian stopped and landed on it. Next to Huanhuan, Huanhuan closed his eyes and remained motionless. It seemed that he was going through the test of illusion. Today, the prince and the princess were getting married. Huanhuan was dressed up, with a phoenix crown, red lips, white teeth, and a red hijab.
Sitting in the boudoir waiting for the joyful mood to be available
I want to be a bride and I'm crazy with joy,
Apply thickly and lightly with makeup.
The red dress is tender and soft,
The double vortex of the pear cherishes its tender fragrance. to describe
The rainbow paved the road, the crane guided the horse, and Jingtian came to pick up the bride, wearing a dragon robe and riding on a white horse with dragon beards. Jingtian took her hand and sent her to the dragon palace. At the Lingxiao Palace, the priest said loudly, "Bow down to heaven and earth. Jingtian held the red silk, slowly bowed to the heaven and the earth, and then bowed to the emperor and father. The two turned around and bowed to the Heavenly Lord and Fengdi. The husband and wife bowed to each other. They stood opposite each other, bowed deeply, and then sent them into the bridal chamber with red candles. Half burning, Huan Huan is waiting quietly
Drunk wedding banquet, bridal chamber chaos;
The difficulty is solved with a smile.
Hand over glasses of wine, red candle flames;
Sleeping with a shy king
After overcoming the difficulties, Jingtian came in, closed the door, and with a bit of drunkenness, walked in a blur of steps and came to Huanhuan. He happily picked up the scale and lifted Huanhuan's red hijab.
When she just opened her hijab and saw Huanhuan's face, she screamed, "Ghost" and fainted from fright. Huanhuan came to the dressing mirror and looked at her face. Half of her face was exposed as a skeleton. It was so ugly that she said, "No, no, no." , the wedding banquet turned into panic, he screamed wildly with joy, his eyes were red, as if he was going to be possessed.
Under the sacred sycamore tree, Jingtian looked at Huanhuan, his body was trembling and his expression was tense.
"No, she's in an illusion." Jingtian came from behind and gave her Haoran's righteousness. It took a long time to see her forehead relax and calm down. Huanhuan suddenly opened her eyes. Jingtian held her, "Huanhuan, what's wrong with you?" , she turned her face, not daring to look at him, she shed tears under the mask, the two got the leaves of the sycamore tree, cast a spell to absorb the fire spirit into the leaves, such high temperature could not burn the leaves,
