Chapter 1704 (1/2)

As soon as Yinglong emperor died, the ink stone of Song Dynasty was full of evil spirit. After probing his hand, two storage rings fell into his hands, which belonged to Yinglong emperor and the contemporary Dragon Emperor.

Obliterate the spirit mark, look inside, song Yan suddenly showed a smile.

There are not many kinds in the ring, just a few weapons and tens of thousands of immortal stones.

Xianshi is a rare thing in the world, but it is normal for Zhenlong island to have Xianshi because of its abundant vitality.

As for the storage ring of the modern emperor of the dragon, there are also immortals, but the number is not large, only thousands, but there are tens of millions of top-grade crystal. In addition, there are all kinds of weapons, magic medicines and weapons.

”Not bad!”

Song Yan is satisfied to put away the two storage rings. At the next moment, they disappear directly in the valley.

Once again, he had reached the sky over a group of palaces.

Raise your hand to blow out a fist to the bottom, suddenly, dozens of palaces collapsed and turned into ruins.

”Whoosh!”

In a flash, there are several real dragon gods in the sky, but they are all intermediate gods.

”Bold man...”

”Dare your sister!”

Before the other party finished, song Yan strongly interrupted, and then waved, all these intermediate gods were hit by him.

Then, song Yan continued to say, ”Yinglong emperor and your contemporary Dragon Emperor have been killed by me, and give up the divine light of creation. Otherwise, don't blame me for killing your real dragon people!”

”What a big voice, sir!”

A voice full of anger sounded, and then, three old people stepped into the air and fell in front of song inkstone, staring at him badly.

”Are you three the only high-level gods of the true dragon clan?” Song Yan asked with a smile.

As soon as this words came out, the faces of the three high-level gods all became particularly ugly. In the heaven stele of Zaohua, the true dragon family lost not only eight high-level gods, but also the Holy Son. This matter has always been a pain in the heart of the true dragon people. In the past eight years, everyone has avoided talking about it.

Song Yan mentioned this time, but directly exposed their scars.

One of the senior gods glared at Song Yan: ”who are you? Come by the name of the newspaper, or I won't be so rude! ”

”My name is Chufan. You should have heard my name!”

Song inkstone's way is not urgent but not slow.

”Chufan! The Lord of Chu! ”

”You are Chu fan!”

Hearing the name of song Yan, the three high-level gods all showed a very frightening expression. You know, the eight high-level gods of their real dragon family died in his hands, even escaped in the hands of their ancestors.

After a short period of panic, the senior spirit recovered his cool and dignified face and said: ”Chu fan, you should hide for a long time if you escape from the hands of my ancestors. How dare you come to the real dragon island and behave wildly? You are not afraid that our ancestors will kill you!”

Song Yan's disdainful lips: ”ha ha, you really think I was joking just now. Both Yinglong emperor and your contemporary Dragon Emperor have been killed by me!”

”Impossible! How could you kill my ancestor, who is a transcendent! ”

The three high-ranking gods all shouted unbelievably.

Song Yan said again, ”if you don't believe it, go to the valley and find out. I can wait for you!”

”Good!”

One of the high-level gods disappeared in the same place in a flash. After several breaths, he appeared outside the valley. He didn't get a response after giving a speech and report. He felt an unknown premonition in his heart and then stepped into the valley.

When he saw two pools of blood outside the pavilion, he was soft and almost fell to the ground.

Because he clearly sensed that the two pools of blood were exactly the ancestors of Yinglong emperor and the contemporary Dragon Emperor.

”The old ancestor and the Dragon Emperor really died in his hands! How is that possible? How can it be! ”

He still can't believe that song Yan can kill his ancestors.

After all, he was a high-ranking deity, and soon calmed down, but his heart couldn't help a burst of fear.

”How is it?”

After a while, the senior gods who went to investigate came back in a daze. The other two gods asked.

The senior deity looked deeply at the ink stone of Song Dynasty, with fear in his eyes: ”most of the ancestors and the emperor of dragon have met with misfortune!”