Chapter 2568: Zulong Holy Land

Chapter 2569 Ancestral Dragon Holy Land

A few days later.

A lonely figure rushed across the vast land quickly, looking around the plains everywhere, the soil was full of a dull scarlet, and rare plants grew.

"The front should be the Ancestral Dragon Holy Land." Looking ahead, Zhuo Bufan can feel the dragon aura that pervades the space becoming more and more intense. Compared to the outer parts of the ancient battlefield, the dragon aura here is dozens of times more intense. , Condensed Longyuan will also be much faster.

As far as he can see, some distorted buildings can be faintly seen. This is because the dragon aura in the distance is too strong, causing the naked eye to produce a foggy and distortion effect on the scene in front.

After a stick of incense, the blurred buildings in the distance finally became clear in Zhuo Bufan’s vision. There were five magnificent buildings standing on the vast ground, and each hall was covered with a layer of arc light. Quality protective cover.

Seeing from a distance, Zhuo Bufan was also secretly surprised, slightly opened his mouth, and took a breath, suppressing the surprise in his heart.

In the desolate ancient battlefield, there are many abandoned and dilapidated abandoned cities, but these five magnificent palaces are extremely strange, full of a sense of solemnity, and a sense of awe emerges in the heart.

The middle palace is more than twice the size of the surrounding four palaces, and the feeling of grandeur and grandeur is also stronger.

"The Sifang Palace should represent four regions, the Eastern Blue Dragon, the Western Black Dragon, the Southern Red Dragon, and the Northern Golden Dragon." Zhuo Bufan guessed in his mind that the palace facing him should belong to the Qinglong clan.

"Then the middle palace, does it represent Zulong?" Zhuo Bufan squeezed his fist, and the trial lasted for about half a year. Needless to say, how thrilling the middle process was, and now he finally reached his destination. .

Sounds of breaking the wind sounded all around, all geniuses from everywhere gathered towards the palaces.

"Leaves, it should be here too." Zhuo Bufan flew to a high altitude about 10,000 meters from the Qinglong Palace and stopped. He didn't rush into it. Instead, he stood in the air and looked around.

There were a steady stream of practitioners flying towards the palace from all quarters. Zhuo Bufan frowned. He delayed a lot of time on the road. Perhaps Ye Ziqin had already entered the palace.

Just when he was about to enter the Azure Dragon Palace, he suddenly sensed a familiar aura. He raised his head in surprise, a pair of deep black eyes looking forward, and dozens of figures were flying over quickly in the western sky.

The dozen or so figures in the west are the cultivators of the demons. Many people are surrounded by gray-black fog, leaving behind a gray light tail. Among them is a figure wearing a white shirt and a skirt, wrapped A slender and elegant body, a cold and sharp face, and a pair of lake-like clear pupils under his long feather eyelashes.

It seemed to sense that there was a slightly hot light betting on his body in the distance, Ye Ziqin in the white shirt and skirt slowed down, raised his head slightly, and looked into the distance. In the distance, there was a young man with strong black clothes and black eyes. , Looking at her from a distance.

Ye Ziqin's body trembled slightly. The original face covered with ice for thousands of years, blooming like spring flowers, bloomed with a smile from the heart, and a trace of mist appeared in the clear pupils, as if there was Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

It has been five hundred years since the last separation. For practitioners, this is not a long time, but each other's thoughts have long accumulated into an ocean, and they are completely collapsed and poured out at this moment.

"Leaves..." Zhuo Bufan's throat was like a knuckle in his throat, his eye sockets were hot, and a thousand words, he didn't know what to say at this moment, the ruthless and powerful man who killed the ancestral tree king and buried Frita, at this moment, is like a bewildered person. Child.

"Xiao Fan." Ye Ziqin pursed his lips slightly, looking at the young man in the distance, wriggling his lips.

Next to Ye Ziqin there was a man in black robe, a demon cultivator surrounded by black mist, exuding an absolutely powerful aura, he couldn't help but glanced at the demon saint beside him, and then frowned. Following her sight, she saw a lonely figure in the far east.

"Fairy Luo, do you know that guy?" Jiang Tai frowned, a gloomy expression on his face.

"I don't know." Ye Ziqin's smile had already converged, and the coldness was restored, and he whispered softly.

At this moment, a young cultivator next to Jiang Tai came and said in a low voice: "Jiang Tai, that guy is the Shadow Killer of the Star Alliance..."

"That's him, is he who killed my brother Jin Tan?" Jiang Tai's face sank, and a sharp light appeared in his eyes.

An icy murderous intent surged from Jiang Tai, and he gritted his teeth and said: "I will let him pay for the debt, but the Ancestral Dragon Holy Land prohibits private fights. My goal is to obtain the Ancestral Dragon essence and blood. He will live two more days temporarily."

After all, more than a dozen people had already swept towards the Black Dragon Palace below, Ye Ziqin glanced at Zhuo Bufan again, and after a slight nod, followed everyone into the Black Dragon Palace.

Zhuo Bufan squeezed his fist. He didn't care about Jiang Tai's murderous intent. He just wanted to have stronger power to bring Ye Ziqin back to him...

And this day is bound to not be too far away.

Taking a deep breath, and then slowly spit it out, after letting the excitement in his heart calm down a little, Zhuo Bufan also stared at the Azure Dragon Holy Land ahead. He entered the Eastern Region, so naturally he should go to the Azure Dragon Palace.

Whoosh!

With a sound of breaking wind, Zhuo Bufan flew into the Qinglong Palace. There was an empty bluestone square in front of the palace. In the center of the square, a huge circular stone pillar stood in the sky. On the stone pillar was a lively stone dragon with dragon whiskers and dragon scales. It is lifelike, and the stone pillars are carved with mysterious Dao patterns. Hundreds of practitioners have gathered here.

"Zhang Su and the others are not here, they probably didn't come from the Eastern Region." Zhuo Bufan looked at it and said inwardly.

"Shadow Killing King." A sound like a ringtone sounded.

Zhuo Bufan looked back and saw a blue and graceful figure walking towards the lotus, walking towards him.

"Qing Huan." Zhuo Bufan smiled slightly, arching his hands.

"Fifth-rank Tianlong Yin, Qing Huan, it seems that your harvest is much better than mine!" Zhuo Bufan touched his nose, sensed Long Yuan on the latter, and said with a smile.

Qing Huan smiled slightly and said: "It's just good luck along the way, but with the strength of the Shadow Killer, the harvest this way seems to be very good, the fourth-grade Tianlong Seal, and it has gathered eight Yuanli vortexes."

The light voice was calm, but a hint of surprise passed quietly in the latter's pupils.

When she and Zhuo Bufan parted, there was not yet a cohesive vortex in the other party's body, and it was unexpected that in a short period of time, the cultivation base would increase so fast, which greatly exceeded her expectations.