Chapter 217

Hundreds of prisoners were released to the earth by the emperor. They all snorted, sprayed a few mouthfuls of blood, and fell to the ground again. Soon there was no life.

When the breeze blew, a strong smell of blood filled the front of the whole temple.

Li Qingchen wrinkled his eyebrows with a sound of cesium, but he didn't say anything. He sighed: maybe if you choose between killing people and the task, you will choose the latter.

Killing all the prisoners on the site, Emperor Shi slowly put away his breath. It took a long time to restore calm: "you guys, since you've asked some ants to fill the holy dragon land, why bother you to search the island again. After all, how long will the island be filled and searched?"

Hearing the emperor's words, the virgin Luo Xian immediately led a dry person to leave. When they see the situation, they make each other look at each other, and then choose one direction to leave silently.

Li Qingchen nodded to the three wolves and asked them to look for it. As for Yu Benren, he explained to the emperor and walked into the holy temple.

Then the holy temple, you can vaguely feel the breath of the holy land.

In the holy temple, a simple stone altar and a dark green cesium holy dragon stone carving are displayed. In the square, a huge stone tripod and incense are burned again.

Li Qingchen threw his eyes into the holy dragon stone carving, which made a holy statue full of traces of the passage of time. The green cesium made up for the well-known paint toot. Only a faint bang on his eyebrow attracted Li Qingchen's attention.

"The messenger?"

As soon as he raised his eyebrows, Li Qingchen made a move against the stone statue. A green cesium shot into Li Qingchen's hand and Zhang Qi's palm. He saw a dark green cesium scale lying on the ground with half a palm.

Kneading the scales, Li Qingchen felt it carefully, and his face was embarrassed. "The scales of the system should make the Dragon scales? But why do I feel a familiar holy breath again?"

"Ding, the scales of the host really make the scales of the dragon. After mending, the scales have fallen for a hundred years. After hundreds of years of baptism of faith, the texture has changed. Now it can be regarded as a sacred material of faith."

"What's the use of believing in holy materials?" Li Qingchen asked.

"Ding, the holy material of faith can be used to refine the holy image and harvest the faith."

Hearing this, Li Qingchen suddenly gave a sharp bang. Taking the earth road is to make the scriptures of the gods and describe the holy land. Those who believe in holy materials should be used to make up for the land!

After collecting the individual harvest into the space, Li Qingchen searched for it. After he found nothing valuable, he turned away from Qi.

Walking through the holy temple, I saw that the emperor Shi Yu was still waiting outside. Li Qingchen made up for the disturbance and stood next to him, closing his eyes to raise the saint.

An hour later, I went to search for people and came back again and again, but I didn't bring back any useful news. One straight step startled the clouds and returned to Li Qingchen's side. Then he said, "the Lord belongs to me. It seems to have found something."

"What? What are you looking for?"

In the distance, the emperor's interpreter heard his words and flashed. In the blink of an eye, he came to startle the clouds and stared at him closely.

Bu Jingyun was startled by the emperor's action, but he didn't return. Instead, he made his eyes Bang towards Li Qingchen.

Li Qingchen smiled and said, "since the emperor asked you, answer quickly!"

"Let's go back to the emperor's gate. There is an abyss near the sea behind the holy temple. I feel a terrible breath. I think, which should make the holy dragon we are looking for!"

When Emperor Shi Yu heard that the holy cesium moved, he was busy: "where is the abyss? Take me quickly!"

With no emperor's words, a line of people rushed to the abyss. When a cup of tea is filled with Kung Fu, all people will have their eyes.

There are two mountains and a canyon near the sea. The valley is shrouded in smoke, and the bottom is deep. When making up, there is a roaring sound, and Li Qingchen makes up with a smile.

He said that it was wrong to make the abyss fall.

He spread the Jingsheng mountain into the sky and walked along the cliff. As soon as he explored the mountain to make up for the depth of 100 meters, Li Qingchen felt a sense of panic, such as awe and ferocity.

Boom!

With a roar in his mind, Li Qingchen suddenly took back the Holy Spirit, and his face was scared to the abyss in front of him. He was frightened: "the man makes the holy dragon smell? It's too strong!"

The breath is weaker than the semi holy breath in the world holy city of van Helsing. It is even stronger and less!

Emperor Shifu stood at the edge of the cliff, felt it carefully, and then smiled: "that's right! The messenger! The person's breath is oppressive. In addition to the holy dragon, other creatures can make up for it!"

As a way to obtain longevity by relying on Phoenix blood, it is also familiar with the breath of the four spirits. Moreover, at that moment, the emperor's interpretation was almost certain that the holy dragon was the abyss!

All the people on the site, Emperor Shi looked across, and finally locked and broke the army with double swords on his back: "break the army, you go and explore, and you can lead the beast to shame as much as possible!"

The broken army was stunned when he heard the speech, and then nodded at the emperor's release. He stepped back, but he heard a buzzing. Which dark gold cesium ground long sword behind burst into his mouth, and the light feather came forward again. A little, the shape has jumped into the sword and shot into the abyss.

"Flying with the sword, the fruit makes the territory!"

Li Qingchen picked his eyebrows because the Dragon slaughter was ten years ahead of schedule. Many people didn't reach the level of the original work. But I didn't expect the enemy to break the army and break through with a loud sound.

After a few minutes of quiet waiting on the cliff, people suddenly felt their feet. The cliff trembled, and then a dragon chant rang through the island from the abyss.

"Hahaha! Guolu envoy holy dragon!"

The emperor's interpreter heard a dragon chant and immediately laughed. He was excited and felt it from his body with a slight tremor.

After a few seconds, a shadow shot down from the cliff and then fell to the ground, and he made it to lure the holy dragon to break the army. At that moment, everyone could see a giant shadow 100 meters long jumping from the abyss.

The head is like a camel, the horn is like a deer, the claw is like a rabbit, the ear is like a cow, the neck is like a snake, the abdomen is like a mirage, the scale is like a carp, the claw is like an eagle and the palm is like a tiger. He zhe made the legend of the holy dragon land image.

"Holy dragon!"

"Does the emperor make the holy dragon? The village has a strong breath!"

Again, everyone's face is scared and there is no space for shadow. The Holy Ghost has both fear and greed. Only Li Qingchen's eyes rang, and a wisp of confused cesium slowly turned into dust. "I see! Although the breath is semi holy, it will always give people a feeling of being strong and dry outside. I think it should reduce the land caused by the startled dragon when it is dormant! Replenish the semi holy land, including a breath of dragon breath, and then everyone in the site, including the Emperor's release, no one can stop it!"