Chapter 1187: Tombs of the First and Second Generation Patriarchs

The blood of the ancestral dragon, bright red as jade, crystal clear, mysterious, rippling in the wooden barrel, exudes an unparalleled vigorous vitality.

If it weren't for the small space of the super-god-level carriage - once the aura of Zulong's blood essence spreads out, I am afraid that there will be no creatures in the entire Cangnan Continent that can live under this aura.

Even the top Eternal Realm cultivator in this continent can't stop the repression of a breath.

"Um?"

Ye Yun turned around and was about to take back the small bottle. As if he saw some wonderful picture, his expression suddenly froze, and the smile on his face suddenly solidified.

On the opposite side, Su Wanyi, for some reason, blushed like a peach blossom, her jade hands rustled, and began to undress.

"You little girl, it's just a wooden bucket, it's not a bath, what clothes are you taking off!"

Ye Yun said quite amusingly.

"Old Ancestor, the blood of Zulong's blood is as red as xia, I'm worried that the robe will be dyed red..."

Su Wanyi said shyly.

The movements of her hands did not stop, the purple robe faded away, and her crystal-clear jade-like skin revealed the size of a slap.

dyed red?

What is the logic?

Ye Yun's head was big for a while, and he also deeply admired Su Wanyi's brain circuit.

"Okay, okay, don't be so troublesome!"

Ye Yun waved his hand impatiently, and the clothes on Su Wanyi's body were put back on in an instant.

"Su Wanyi, hurry up and get into the wooden barrel and absorb the blood of the ancestor dragon! Looking forward to your transformation..."

Ye Yun smiled lightly.

Walking past Su Wanyi, he lightly patted her on the shoulder, showing an encouraging smile, and then disappeared into this small space with a flick of his body.

Su Wanyi only felt her shoulders sink, and her whole body suddenly stiffened.

"Ugh…"

Looking at the empty small space, Su Wanyi sighed slightly inwardly.

This terrifying man is really hard-hearted!

Her lure plan just now failed.

Becoming a disciple of the 298th generation of Shenlongzong, and then getting the protection of this man, was only one of her original plans.

If you want to go a step further - you can form a Taoist companion with him.

If she does, then... will she still be afraid of that guy outside?

This time, Su Wanyi, a junior disciple of the Divine Dragon School of Possession, naturally wanted to leave the Cangnan Continent, go to the Divine Land outside to take a look, and then take advantage of the geographical advantage to dive down to practice seriously.

One day, she will fight that guy in the Divine Land again.

beat it.

…

"Forget it, becoming his disciple is already very good. As for the Dao Companion, I don't think about it, I'll talk about it later..."

Su Wanyi sighed in her heart and kept comforting herself like this, walking lightly and walking towards the wooden barrel.

…

Whoosh!

The **** horse pulled the carriage, and after galloping all the way, it finally came to the sky above the ancient moon dynasty Shenlongzong ruins.

Ye Yun floated down alone and entered the back mountain of Shenlongzong.

The back mountain has a strong prohibition and is usually hidden, so no one can find it here.

Looking at the rows of tombs, old and new, neat and tidy, Ye Yun sighed softly.

This is all the inheritance of Shenlongzong.

From the first generation of patriarchs to the 297th generation.

And Luo Li, the sect master of the 298th generation, met him here.

The scene of the encounter was quite dramatic.

"Ha ha…"

Ye Yun suddenly smiled.

He also remembered the cute little appearance of Luo Li's gray-faced girl at that time, and it was really pitiful - at that time, the senior sister disappeared, the junior brother was taken away, and she was the only one left.

The suzerain, the weakest chicken in history, was also preparing to dissolve the Shenlong Sect and escaped alone.

The Shenlong Sect at that time was in jeopardy.

The moment of demise has come.

Ye Yun restrained his smile, put his hands on his back, walked slowly, and walked all the way to his tomb.

This tomb is still open, the soil is surging, the weeds are overgrown, and it looks messy.

Ye Yun waved his hand.

The tomb disappeared completely, and the ground was so smooth that there was not even a single blade of grass.

Why do it.

Ye Yun naturally felt that he had come back to life again, and he should not build a tomb anymore.

With a glance, Ye Yun saw the twelfth tomb.

This is his master's tomb.

Ye Yun came back from the ancient tomb that day. Although he was extremely powerful, he did not scan the situation in the tomb.

This is also out of respect for the deceased.

Now that he is back, Ye Yun wants to verify the conjecture in his heart.

"Master's tomb is really empty..."

After exploring, Ye Yun rubbed his eyebrows, and a stone in his heart finally fell.

The Cangming Hall Master of the Ten Thousand Demons Temple is indeed his master.

From the monk with the blood of the dragon to the black spider, the complex experience of the master's reincarnation is really difficult to describe.

but.

Fortunately, the master is still alive, and he is lucky that he did not fall into the catastrophe one hundred thousand years ago.

call…

Ye Yun let out a light breath, his expression relaxed.

So he looked at the other eleven tombs.

This is the tomb of the ancestors of the first to eleventh generations of Shenlongzong.

Ye Yun thought of something, and suddenly looked solemn, put his hands together, and muttered to himself: "Patriarchs of all dynasties, because things happened for a reason, please forgive the disciple's unfilial piety..."

After talking about a stick of incense like this, Ye Yun put down his hand and released a divine sense, sweeping towards the eleven ancient tombs.

From the third tomb to the eleventh tomb, all the skeletons were placed in the coffins.

This proves that the ancestors of the Shenlongzong of the past dynasties are indeed dead.

However, Ye Yun was surprised.

The tombs of the first and second-generation patriarchs were actually empty, with only one coffin buried in the soil.

"Are these two ancestors not dead?"

Ye Yun was puzzled in his heart.

Looking at the two ancient tombs, Ye Yun began to search in his memory.

There are not many records of Shenlongzong about the first and second generation of patriarchs.

Especially the first-generation Patriarch, except for a Dao name, there is no record, it is extremely mysterious.

"The first-generation patriarch has no name, the Taoist name is Menglongzi, and the second-generation patriarch has a name..."

Ye Yun touched his chin and muttered to himself.

According to his current guess, if the two ancestors did not die, they might have gone to the Divine Land.

after all.

These two ancestors have the potential to break through to the real **** realm.

Ye Yun walked to the first patriarch's tombstone, lit a stick of incense, and kowtowed three times respectfully.

By analogy, he burned a stick of incense for each generation of patriarchs and kowtowed three times to express his inner memory.

After doing all this.

Ye Yun walked out of the back mountain, closed the seal again, flashed his figure, and returned to the carriage.

"The first-generation patriarch is the most mysterious, and his timeline is not known for the time being; however, the second-generation patriarch lived 100,000 years ago. If he successfully entered the Divine Land, according to the current progress, his cultivation base would be Perhaps it should also be above the God Venerable Realm…”

Ye Yun drank a cup of tea and speculated secretly.

In the future, when walking in the divine soil, Ye Yun is going to pay attention to see if the second-generation patriarch is still alive in the world.

Ye Yun took out the jade slip given to him by the Evil Demon Dragon, and played with it gently in his hand, his eyes beating constantly.

In the jade slip, it is his self-defeating dragon art that is recorded.

This set of exercises was created by Zulong.

Almost all of the Evil Demon Dragon Clan have practiced. As a supervisor, the Dreaming Dragon is no stranger to this exercise.

Even if you don't practice, at least you know it like the back of your hand.

If the Divine Dragon Sect's Reverse Dragon Art was born out of his self-defeating dragon art, then what is the relationship between the first-generation ancestor of the Divine Dragon Sect and the Fantasy Dragon?

Dream Dragon.

Fantasy dragon.

There seems to be a connection between the two.

"Menglongzi, the first-generation patriarch, could it be the bloodline left by the dreamy dragon in the world?"

An astonishing guess emerged in Ye Yun's heart.

"Master, where are we going next?"

The big dark horse's words came from outside just at this time, interrupting Ye Yun's meditation.

"Go find Luo Li, I haven't seen this little girl for a long time!"

Ye Yun said with a smile.