Chapter 962 (1/2)

The Yellow Dragon trembled and struggled.

”Hoo!”

One to two, two to four, four to eight, eight to sixteen

There are more and more yellow dragons worshiping Yin and Yang. Hundreds of them have become thousands of them, and thousands of them have become 5000. They are soaring towards ten thousand.

Of course, every time it doubles, Huanglong fades out a lot.

”The evolution of geomancy? Are you going to destroy these hundred dragons? ” The elder martial brother was surprised.

”It's not just destruction. How can it evolve so much? It's impossible!” Master brother exclaimed.

”Boom ”Boom!”

More and more dragon veins of beizong collide with those of Fengyin and Yang.

the essence of the earth is constantly being extracted by the two party, and farther and farther away, the land becomes worse and worse, the sand fog is soaring, the haze is raging!

Boom!

Fengyin and Yang, a person hit 10000, is really not empty words!

In the haze, ten thousand dragons are competing. It's hard to fight.

However, even in such a fierce battle, the ghost fire of the tomb did not come out.

the peak of Yan Chuan, Bai Di Tian and Liu Jin, at the moment, has been completely exhausted and turned into a pile of dust. In the battle of giant power, the mountain has formed haze and haze.

Yan Chuan, Bai Di Tian and Liu Jin rose from the sky and stood in the air, looking at the battlefield. They could look at it. They suddenly raised their eyebrows and turned their heads!

But I saw three figures standing not far away from them.

Dream Red tassels, nonmice, dream Sansheng!

Dream Red Ying see Yan Chuan, first a joy, then show a trace of worry.

Ren mouse's eyes are bright, and he looks at Yan Chuan unexpectedly and curiously. Because Ren rat has seen Yan Chuan. His accomplishments have risen too fast. How many years has it been?

The first of the three is the dream of Sansheng!

At this moment, Meng Sansheng is carrying a huge purple gourd nearly one person high, with a slightly protruding frontal bone, wearing a purple crown and a purple Taoist robe, standing in front of them, looking at Yan Chuan three people.

”Dream Sansheng, now the Lord of the Holy Land and the grandfather of the queen!” The White Emperor immediately preached to Yan Chuan.

”Dream of Sansheng?” Yan Chuan eyebrows a pick.

As a master of holy land, Yan Chuan will not underestimate it.

Meng Sansheng takes a look at the Dragon battle in the haze, and turns to Yan Chuan and his party.

”Grandfather, this is Zizi's husband, Dazhen emperor Dynasty, Yan Chuan!” Meng Hongying explains on one side.

Meng Sansheng looks at Yan Chuan.

”I have seen the Lord of God!” Yan Chuan said solemnly.

Although he had a general view of the holy land of Shenzong, he was the grandfather of Zizi after all, and Yan Chuan still gave him enough respect!

Meng Sansheng looks at Yan Chuan. With a faint smile, he no longer cares, as if he can't see Yan Chuan at all.

That trace of scorn in the eyes, immediately let one side of Liu Jin's face change, Yan Chuan gently waved, blocked Liu Jin's anger.

Yan Chuan light smile, since others do not look up to themselves, why should they respect? Besides, Zizi has no feelings for this grandfather.

Instead, Yan Chuan looks at Ren mouse and Meng Hongying.

As for Meng Hongying, she looks at Yan Chuan with an apologetic look.

To dream Hongying's apologetic look, Yan Chuan is a smile, that is OK!

Meng Sansheng doesn't pay attention to Yan Chuan, but he looks at Bai Di Tian.