"That's the Holy Mountain of Dragon Island..."

I saw a distant place in front of me, and a hazy holy mountain appeared from time to time.

At the foot of the holy mountain, dozens or hundreds of dragons gathered around.

The holy mountain is so magnificent that you need to look up at the stump of ancient trees that are 1,500 meters high.

There was hazy fog, no plants, no birds and beasts, and you could feel it from afar that there was a dead silence.

You can see many dilapidated and magnificent ancient monuments and magnificent palaces. It may be because after too long, some magnificent buildings have collapsed.

The holy mountain is majestic and tall, with a majestic momentum. From the middle of the mountain, there are ancient broken palaces all the way upwards, emitting a breath of vicissitudes and silence.

The ferocious dragons and the wild beasts are all at the foot of the Holy Mountain. It is obvious that they gather there, mostly because of the Holy Mountain.

The fog is locked in the holy mountain, and the dragon and beast roar are shocking.

"Let's go over and take a look."

One man and two beasts moved forward quickly and arrived at the foot of the Holy Mountain in a blink of an eye.

At the foot of the Holy Mountain, under a towering ancient tree, an old dragon with scalp lies on the ground.

This dragon is too old. The horns on its head have fallen off, and the dragon scales on its body have almost fallen off. The wrinkled old skin is tightly wrapped around the bone, just like a skeleton dragon.

The body is not very large, curling like a snake, lying under a giant tree, as big as three houses, and occasionally showing kindness in the turbid eyes. This is an old dragon in the twilight years.

Lao Long slowly turned his head and stared at Qingyang, or rather, at the little guy on Qingyang's shoulder.

"Yayayaya..."

The little guy had bright big eyes, full of joy, and his long eyelashes kept blinking, and he jumped on Lao Long without any fear.

The old dragon opened its longan's eyes and looked at the little guy with a kind look.

"Your life is almost over!"

Qingyang glanced at Lao Long. Lao Long's life was not long at this moment, and his life had reached its end, almost reaching the point where the oil was exhausted.

Behind Lao Long, there is a cemetery with swaying trees. You can vaguely see the graves that are extremely huge, without tombstones, but there are a pair of huge dragon horns standing in front of each grave.

There are only seven or eight graves, but they cover a very wide area. It can be imagined that the dragon clans buried here are all very identities. After all, there are many dragon clans, and there are only so many who are qualified to be buried here.

Lao Long obviously foresees that his life is coming soon, and wanting to come here to bury him, it also means that Lao Long's identity is extraordinary.

"Who can never die in the world? The ancestor gods all fall one day..."

Lao Long was very open-minded and was not afraid of death.

"Yaaaaa..."

The little guy came back to Qingyang, took Qingyang's hand, and was babbling and saying something.

"You want me to save it?"

Qingyang understood what the little guy meant. The little guy obviously wanted him to save Lao Long.

"Well!"

The old dragon's lifespan was exhausted, and it was hard to save the gods, but that was for others.

But to Qingyang, it's nothing.

Qingyang bounced his fingers and a drop of Pangu's essence and blood shot out, blending into Lao Long's body.

Pangu's essence and blood contain a huge amount of life energy. A drop of Pangu's essence and blood is enough to increase the life span of the old dragon for millions of years.

"roar!"

A huge dragon roar came out of the old dragon's mouth, and the entire Dragon Clan Holy Mountain shook violently.

The old dragon's momentum was too amazing, and the dragon's roar seemed to cause a chain reaction.

I heard the roar of barbarian dragons everywhere on Dragon Island and the roars of ancient beasts one after another, and the dragon island was boiling.

After a moment, the old dragon's whistle stopped.

At this moment, the old dragon had undergone great changes. After fusing Pangu's essence and blood, his condition returned to its peak.

"Thank you for helping me for helping me. It seems that I don't have to go into the cemetery anymore. Maybe I can persevere until the day when the seal is broken."

The old dragon's old voice echoed at the foot of the Holy Mountain, and his eyes looking at Qingyang were full of gratitude.

Although it is not afraid of death, if it can survive, who is willing to die?

"What's going on with the Dead City on Dragon Island, or the Black Well?"

Although Qingyang has read the original work, he probably only knows that the black well can lead to the death realm, and he doesn't know anything else.

"That's a magic well..."

Lao Long sighed.

"Everyone in the world thinks that the dragon clan is sealed, but in fact, it is better to say that it is implicated because he is on Dragon Island..."

The sky monument on Dragon Island is actually the dead city, and the dragon clan on Dragon Island is just implicated.

"The city of death, no! It should be called the abyss of sin. It cannot be opened, and it cannot be opened... countless people, gods, dragons, and countless people who entered the ages were almost extinct. Seven dragon kings of the dragon clan died, Xiao Chiyou died, the body of the little monk Buddha's evil thoughts died, Xuanyuan, who was expected to become the ancestor god, was deposed, and only one soul left escaped. Only Shennong escaped with a dozen dying people. Youchao lost the abyss, and the whereabouts of Suiren were unknown..."

The old dragon fell into painful memories as if he was muttering in his dream.

However, with Lao Long's story, Qingyang probably understood that so many immortals and gods fell in the abyss of sin back then.

"Now that the abyss of sin cannot be opened. If the dragon clan wants to remove the seal, he can only wait for a more powerful new ancestor dragon to appear and it will uncover the curse of the dragon clan."

The old dragon's lonely way.

"The little guy should be considered an Ancestral Dragon, right?"

The little guy is a member of the Unswerving Family and a son born to the Ancestral Dragon. He has the bloodline of the Ancestral Dragon, so he can be considered half an Ancestral Dragon.

Moreover, with the little guy's potential, breaking through the realm of the ancestral god in the future will be a matter of iron.

"The little guy may really have hope of lifting the curse of the dragon clan in the future!"

The old dragon nodded slightly. The little guy had the blood of the ancestor dragon, so he was naturally considered a member of the dragon clan.

"Yayayaya..."

The little guy shouted at Lao Long a few times, as if asking Lao Long what he was doing.

"I don't know much about your parents, but now I can't tell you when you will break through to half-ancestors, and I will tell you your life experience..."

Lao Long pondered for a moment, and Lao Long did know the little guy's parents.

But the little guy is still young now, so he still can't tell him some things too early.

"Yayayaya..."

The little guy was obviously very dissatisfied and looked angry.

"If you want to know your life experience, just practice hard!"

The little guy's qualifications are definitely the top in the entire world of immortality.

After all, he has the bloodline of the Descendant Family and the bloodline of the Ancestral Dragon.
Chapter completed!