Chapter 592

The sixth chapter is Zu Long!

“Dragon Ball. Look. Wool, Chinese.” Ye Jia eyes said, “It seems that there is something else.”

Zu Long spit out this small ball, expression suddenly wilted a lot, but in the eyes of the eyes is quite a bit excited.

“This trick is that the mixed saints may not be able to retreat all over the body, I think you have to prevent it!” Zulong looks at Tianlong, Senran said.

“Quasi-sacred can hurt the saints, it’s not bad.” Ye Jia expression, then volleyed, “received.”

Bone barely fell, the golden dragon’s dragon ball disappeared and instantly appeared in Ye Jia’s hand.

“My Dragon Ball! My Dragon Ball!” Zu Long saw this, suddenly smashed, a few want to vomit blood, and the dragon turned sharply, seems to be rushing to Ye Jia.

Ye Jia waved him and flew him out, hitting the time and space barriers, and the keel was broken, leaving a sigh of relief.

“I have to die and still cherish the time.” Ye Jia shook the shook head, and then waved again, the vitality of the surging again, and the two dragons returned to the best state.

“Continue.” After that, he took the ball to his own eyes and looked at it.

Tianlong suddenly shouted excitedly, and then rushed to Zulong again.

“Roar–“

Ye Jia held the golden ball and looked up and down, then nodded: “It is true that the Dragon Ball of Zulong is good, and Long Yuan is still pure.”

“Let me see what else is inside.” He said, he stretched out two fingers, and made a slight turn around the dragon ball. The Qi of Primal Chaos and the flowing arc that was lingering on it were pulled out.

Ye Jia took the other hand and held the palm of his hand. The Qi of Primal Chaos and the arc were combined into one, turning into a gray Lightning, hovering in his hand. Look at ‘毛.线,中.文,网

“It turned out to be a chaotic god.” Ye Jia lightly smiled, nodded, “Yes, good.”

This chaotic god was born before the opening, and beyond the Great Desolate Heavenly Dao, it is extremely rare in today’s Great Desolate World.

This chaotic god is the ancestor of Lightning, the extreme of Lightning, and the formidable power is so vast that it is the saints who touch it. Under the circumstance, it is necessary to take off the Level 1 skin.

Zulong is courage is not small, the cultivation base of the quasi-sacred dare to spread this god Lei into the Dragon Ball, not afraid to be blown into a roast dragon.

Although this does not have any formidable power for the true god Ye Jia, it is also wonderful as a collection.

Ye Jia Two fingers whirl, the chaotic god Lei suddenly converges and condenses, turns into a small gray ball of the size of the little finger, circling an electric pattern, very different.

He turned over the palm and took away the chaos.

“Dragon Ball… I think of a good idea.” Ye Jia looked at the golden dragon ball in his hand, and his eyes turned, and he smiled. I didn’t know what thoughts I had, and I also collected them.

At this point, he looked at the field again, but he saw that there were only a few left in the nine-color hourglass. It seems that the three-hour hour is almost here.

Tianlong has made rapid progress, and the dragon body has been rushing to the point of perfection.

And Zulong has no Dragon Ball, Strong has fallen, and the mind intent is also awkward. It is the last quarter of an hour. It is said that the two dragons are fighting each other. It is more accurate to say that it should be the tyrannical tyrannical dragon.

The ancestors were dying, and they were in the sea, full of sorrow, and the imperial manner of the emperor had disappeared.

It is said that he is the body of the innate gods, and is integrated into the Great Desolate to lead the family, and there is a deep cultivation foundation of the quasi-sheng 巅~ peak, and the Heavenly Dao should be aware of it.

But in the time and space barriers created by the true god Ye Jia, Heavenly Dao’s induction was also blocked for a while.

There are already half an hour in the barriers, but outside the barriers, even the moments of effort have not yet passed.

At this time, Zu Long knows that he will die, and that there is no possibility of being born. It is hard to be self-satisfied and almost impossible to make.

“Hey is dead, it will not make you better!” he said angrily, “three moments to die? hmph!”

After all, he is a dragon, a golden glow, a smashing breath assaults the senses, and Tianlong suddenly retreats with vigilance.

“Roar–“

Golden light, sea water Tremor.

“It turned out to be self-destructing. It was really boring.” Ye Jia shook his shook head helplessly, and then he slammed his hand, and Zu Longwan suddenly twisted around his time and wrapped it up.

“Time is slowing down!”

Immediately in the horror of Zu Long’s gaze, the time and space outside his body became relatively fast and innumerable. He had not yet blew himself up, and the nine colored sandglass on the top of it was leaking clean.

“Three moments have arrived.” Ye Jia’s voice of indifference came.

The temperament of the ancestors’ body twisted Hollow empty and shook, and immediately the nine hourglass Hollow shadow instantly turned into a colorful light, did not enter the barriers, and ran straight into the ancestral giant…

“Dead.”

The ancestral spirit of the ancestors was shocked, and when it was dark, the consciousness gradually disappeared.

The True Essence, which is preparing to blew itself, also subsides.

“It turns out that there is a Supreme Spiritual God in this world…” At the last moment before she completely lost consciousness, Zu Long thought of it, and then died.

The time and space barriers of his body were scattered and scattered, and the corpse of the dragon was lying in the water.

“Hint: You have got the first World fragment! You have the first World fragment!” System suddenly gave a prompt.

Ye Jia lightly smiled: “Is this getting World Fragment?”

After all, he turned his head and looked towards the dragon.

“Dragon, do you want to be stronger?”

Tianlong hearing this startled, then excitedly nodded again and again: “Think!”

Ye Jia smiled and then glanced at the palm of his hand. The dragon was faint and went to sleep.

He was in shape and came to the two dragons. He looked around and said: “Zhulong is a rare thing, and the soul has not broken. If it is condensed, it will be integrated into the body, Strength. It should be simpler to upgrade to a mixed saint.”

After all, he was nodded, and then the palm of his hand pulled the body of Zulong and moved to the top.

“Ye!” Ye Jia has two hands and one point, the vast Strength instantly rushes out, entangled the Wanzhang dragon.

The ancestors of Zulong Wanzhang suddenly stunned, and 5.7 was under the influence of the vast Strength. It melted and decomposed like ink and ink, and disfigured the shape. It spread out in the sea water and turned into a stream of gold red. The pulp, swirling and flowing, like a mist.

“Refining!” Ye Jia’s palm whirls, this large group of gold red pulp will suddenly converge and condense.

Then the golden red rays of light are dazzling, the dragon is tumbling, the slurry is violently turbulent, and at this same time, many gray impurities are discharged by refining, which is twisted into a powder by the mysterious Strength, and disappeared into the sea water.

In the past, after the countless condensing of the slurry, it turned into a thick red and thick sap of thousand zhang, and the Spiritual Qi was amazing.

Ye Jia held the palm of his hand, and this thick slurry rose and fell to Tianlong.

“Hey!” The voice of the god Ye Jia is vast.