s the only human race left in the realm of beasts.at the same time, those crazy monsters also set their sights on the last stronghold of the Terrans.A lot of messy information in his mind was sorted o...more pillars of light break open the space and bombard the traction altar.

the huge impact swept everywhere, even if Lu Ye and others left early, they were turned upside down by the afterwaves, and the blood clans who went after them were even killed instantly.

having managed to stabilize her figure, Lu Ye hurriedly looked up at the altar.

he was stunned when he saw it.

"how could that be" In mid-air, pay attention to the sudden color change of yellow sorghum here. The scene of

printed into his eyes made him believe that the traction altar built by the blood clan, after losing the protection of the legal array, stubbornly withstood a round of attack by the spirit ship without the slightest damage!

the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

A moment ago, Huang Liang thought that Lu Ye had broken the protective dharma array and that the traction altar guarded by it would be destroyed.

but in fact, the altar is stronger than you can imagine!

all the Longteng monks who followed the movement on this side of the altar were lost.

"you ants. What are you expecting " The blood owl's cold voice sounded, rolled up a layer of blood light and went to kill a Haoran college monk nearest to him.

in a trance, the friar failed to stop the blood owl's attack and was stabbed into the chest with one hand, and a beating heart was caught directly out.

"Brother Qi!" When the cry of surprise sounded, more than a dozen strong men of Haoran Academy hurriedly turned their minds and killed the enemy with imperial swords.

however, when a corner of the sword array is broken and dealing with a strong man like the blood owl, how difficult is it to stabilize the situation For a moment, the sword array on this side of Haoran Academy was in jeopardy.

Yuan Changcun suddenly understood in his heart.

it turns out that all this is just a cover!

the reason why the blood owl and the blood monks guarding the altar joined the battlefield without worry was not forced by the situation, nor because of their carelessness, but because the altar itself was indestructible!

after all, this is an altar made of materials brought by blood clans from the blood world, and it is not so easy to destroy.

the existence of the protective legal array is not only a guarantee, but also a cover, which makes Longteng mistakenly think that as long as the protective legal array is broken, the altar can be destroyed.

but in fact, the greatest despair is after the destruction of the defensive legal array.

the sudden loss of mind, let Longteng here do not know how many people were killed or injured, coupled with the influence of the inexplicable array arranged by blood clans here, the advantages accumulated by Longteng in the early stage have been lost.

and this is not the most desperate.

what is even more desperate is that the ravine above the altar unexpectedly conveys a very strange breath, and in which day there are still vaguely uncertain figures that seem to be able to break through the sky at any time.

the altar pulls the arrival of the blood world all the time, blurring the boundary between the blood world and the Longteng realm. Although there is no way to pull the blood realm down completely in a short time, the next batch of support of the blood clan is already ready. I am afraid it will not be long before more blood clans will come to Longteng.

once such a thing happens, the Brother Longteng can no longer resist, and what is waiting for Longteng can only be destroyed!

"attack again!" The roar of Huang Liang sounded.

with the fall of his voice, the spirit ship phalanx moored outside the battlefield buzzed again, and after a moment, columns of light swept toward the traction altar and blasted over it.

the majestic altar only shook slightly and remained unscathed.

this altar is stronger than Brother Longteng could have imagined.

Huang Liang's eyes are covered with blood.

this time, without waiting for his order, the third wave of the spirit ship has arrived.

looking down from the sky, columns of thunderous lights swept in every moment, bombarding the altar with great fanfare.

so five rounds.

finally let Huang Liang see hope, and there were clearly some pits and cracks on the altar where he was bombarded.

the altar is indeed strong, but it is not indestructible. As long as it is strong enough, it can be destroyed.

however, when hope rose again in his heart, suddenly a sound of explosion came from outside the battlefield.

Huang Liang was surprised. He looked up and saw the spirit ships burst one by one over there.

is not destroyed by the blood clan, but constantly inspires the power of attacking the city and pulling out the fortress, and the legal array on the spirit ship can no longer hold.

the burst of the Falun triggered the demise of one spirit ship after another.

"God dies, I long Teng!" Huang Liang's heart was like ashes, a mouthful of blood gushed up his throat and spurted a mist of blood, and the whole person's breath weakened rapidly.

obviously there is hope again, but this hope has been brutally extinguished, and even people like Huang Liang can no longer bear the ups and downs of their mood.

"ha!" The fierce laughter of the blood owl sounded, and he opened his fingers and grabbed the head of Jianxiu of a Haoran Academy, such as carrying a chicken, the sarcastic voice spread all over the battlefield: "I have to say, the Terrans in your world are qualified to be the blood food of my blood clan. Resist as much as you can, but you won't have the chance in the future!"

as he spoke, he crushed the head of Jian Xiu of the Haoran Academy with a sudden force in his hand.

he looked up at Yuan Changcun, knowing that as long as he killed this man, the sword array that plagued him could be completely broken.

and Yuan Changcun is also seriously injured at the moment, with a large depression in his chest, which looks like a punch. When the blood owl's eyes looked, he clearly felt the smell of death.

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has no idea of escaping. Yuan Changcun is just putting up his sword in front of his chest, and the breath of the whole person blends with the long sword in his hand.

as a sword repair, he has no reason to flinch, nor can he back down in the face of such a catastrophe.

dying here is his only choice!

when Qi maneuvered, the blood owl was about to attack, but in the direction of the altar, a very violent and violent atmosphere suddenly broke out.

is like an ancient beast trapped for thousands of years, suddenly off the fence.

the boundless and noisy battlefield was suddenly quiet for a moment, and there was a creepy feeling in the hearts of both the blood clans and the long Teng Terrans.

like an invisible beast, crouching behind him, sticking out the gorilla's long tongue and licking their necks.

the blood owl, who was indifferent even if he fell into the battle of the sword, finally changed his face at this moment.

"Hmm"

turned to look in the direction of the altar, only to see that there was a long scarlet figure in mid-air.

that figure, impressively, is a piece of Yanjia, which is about three feet high, which shows that it is covered with fine scales, and at the elbows of both arms, two inverted bone spurs glitter with cold light.

Yanjia's head is angular, carefully carved by the top masters, with a cold gloss of gold and iron, while the red blood eyes on his face reflect a chilling light.

the smell of rigidity, wildness and ferocity permeated unscrupulously, and the long scarlet figure seemed to be the center of the whole world at this moment.

"Dragon breath." The blood owl frowns.

comes from the blood world, and he is much more knowledgeable than the Longteng monks.

Brother Longteng can only feel the wild and domineering smell from the long scarlet figure that seems to destroy everything, but the blood owl feels another breath.

Dragon breath!

that's the smell of a real dragon!

is the atmosphere of egotism and egotism.

"Yanjia" The blood owl is a little confused.

the emergence of things with dragon breath in a world like this is strange enough, but it is not impossible. After all, such powerful creatures as real dragons roam the void and may appear in any boundary.

what shocked him was not the simple breath of the dragon, but the sudden appearance of Yanjia!

that is Yanjia made from the body of a real dragon!

who can kill dragons, and who can use the body materials of real dragons to create such armor

such treasures, not to mention a mere Longteng realm, are rare even if they are placed in the blood realm.

this is by no means something owned by this world itself, and even if this world has been born into the divine sea, it is not qualified to create such a divine thing.

on the other side, Huang Liang stared at the sudden scarlet figure and sighed in his heart.

finally. I was forced to use it.

the dragon is in the hands of Lu Ye, and he knows that if his judgment is correct, Lu Ye is the person who should be robbed to save the world, then the Dragon is the thing of salvation, and it is also the means for this side of heaven and earth to cope with disaster, otherwise the Dragon would not have been born sooner or later, how could it have been born at this time, and it also happened to fall into the hands of Lu Ye by chance.

but from his standpoint, he doesn't want Lu Ye to use this thing.

Zhuang's extraordinary end is vivid in my mind, how can there be a good end for using such divine things

however, when Longteng played all his cards and had no means to deal with the disaster, Dragon became the last hope.

so he can understand Lu Ye's choice at the moment.

in the center of heaven and earth, Lu Ye is wrapped in the long scarlet figure, only feeling that his mind is infinitely uplifting.

whether or not to use Dragon Throne is a trade-off after all.

has witnessed the end of Zhuang's extraordinary use of the Dragon Throne, and Lu Ye is well aware of the load of these divine things on himself.

but Lu Ye has more confidence in herself than Zhuang Bufan.

this kind of confidence comes from his feeling when refining the dragon constellation. The whole process of refining the dragon constellation is smooth without any hindrance, as if what he refines is not a divine thing, but an ordinary spiritual instrument.

in addition, he can always feel that Dragon has an inexplicable closeness to himself.

so he kept thinking that maybe the little medical fairy was right.

the reason why Zhuang Bufan took on such a huge load and finally died because he was not recognized by the Dragon Throne, could not control the Dragon Throne and forcibly exert the power of the Dragon Throne, which naturally did not come to a good end.

but if you can get the Dragon's approval, the situation will not be so bad.

said so, but Lu Ye didn't dare to try it easily, so he kept the Dragon in his storage space these days.

until now!

Longteng's spirit ship has all burst, and no means can pose a threat to the traction altar, and under the action of the traction altar, the next batch of kinship support may come at any time.

the world of Longteng has been forced into a desperate situation, and it has reached a critical moment of life and death.

Lu Ye did not hesitate to take out the Dragon Throne and inject spiritual power into it.ething indignant to both people and gods, and wanted to beat himself up.probably not. Was he aware of his movements in the soul pool Lu Ye could not help feeling a little nervous.but on second thought...