Holy City, the Palace of the Masters...

It covers a small area, only about a few dozen acres. In the center of the northern city of the Holy City, the magnificent palace wall sank the entire Temple of Saint Masters. The palace wall is more than 20 meters high, with soldiers on it, and hundreds of ghost-level commanders who are guarding thousands of elite soldiers day and night, and have not changed for hundreds of years.

For those ghost-level who receive bounty guild tasks, this place symbolizes ease and wealth, because it has never encountered any invasion in the past hundred years. This can be said to be one of the safest places in the entire continent, but it is still very vigilant and invests a lot of money on guard every year. Therefore, if those ghost-level hunters receive tasks from the guild to guard, they are undoubtedly the easiest and most profitable.

Of course, for the world, what they feel is not the ease and wealth of this palace. The mysterious palaces that are densely covered with runes on the walls of the tall palace and have never been opened to the public bring the world an endless sense of mystery and the dignity of power. Only a very small number of high-level officials of the Holy City can enter, and everyone who can enter this temple is undoubtedly the Holy Lord’s loyalty and supreme glory for them.

A large carriage drove from the avenue, with the golden roof and the unicorn of the carriage, which made the guard recognize it at a glance that the car of the Son Roy.

Several guards ran and pushed open the heavy vermilion door with force.

Hahahahahahaha…

The magnificent iron gate made the sound of mechanical iron gears getting stuck. The door opened and the window of the carriage was gently lifted open. Yan Ao showed his head excitedly and looked out. Looking at the majestic palace wall, his eyes shone with light: "The Master Palace, I have wanted to come to the palace for a long time. Your Highness, what is there? The secret of entering the dragon level? Or is it just a place for tribute and worship? We..."

Bang ~

"You have too many words." The hand that lifted the curtain was gently patted open, and the curtain was lowered. The Holy Son Roy looked at him faintly: "Yan Ao, this is the Palace of the Master. Don't forget to tell you the rules before coming, don't let me regret it and drive you out."

"I know," Yan Ao grinned: "As for the Master's Palace, everyone here is equal, they are servants of the Master. They must forget their identity. Therefore, when entering the palace, they cannot make loud noises, speak loudly, and expose their identity or other things..."

The Holy Son Roy glanced at him, slowly closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Yan Ao rubbed his wrists that were slapped. The Holy Son's strength became stronger and stronger, which made him really unable to see through. He always felt that Roy had already entered the dragon level. Wang Feng, even though he was backed by the Eight Tribes, he would definitely have a dead end to face an opponent like the Holy Son.

But after all, he entered the most mysterious palace of the Holy City. This supreme glory and deciphering made him unable to help but want to say something. Seeing that the Holy Son no longer paid attention to him, he turned to look at Linglong next to him, but was coldly blank.

Yan Ao curled his lips and turned to look at the other three in the carriage...

The one with a small flat head in a wide robe was Higashi Hanzo from the Tuyabu. I heard that the earth escape and swordsmanship are the same as the type of assassin;

The bald man looks like a big monk. He is a Veda Xintou from the Xibian Xin tribe. He is wrapped in golden iron chains and his skin is bronze. He is extremely strong. At a glance, he feels like steel and invulnerable to swords and guns. He is absolutely a type of meat tank.

The one with long hair, the skin is green and pointed ears, Liu Taiyuan from the Mu Ling clan of the East Island Island, is a very powerful exorcist, especially good at cursing and healing techniques.

Assassin, meat tank, healing, plus the two high-attack witches, he and Linglong, have reached the limit of the ghost peak, and are indeed a standard and perfect team combination.

This is the team that the Holy Son gathered together for the holy war with Rose. Everyone is also teammates, but so what?

Yan Ao couldn't help but curl his lips. No matter how excited he was at this time, he wouldn't be interested in these other three people.

He has measured the strength of several people. It is okay to be a teammate, but it is not necessary to be friends, because unlike the beautiful Princess Linglong, these are all rough and ugly men, with a strange smell, and even the official words of the blade are stuttering. They are all rustic and polite. What kind of men are sympathetic and sympathetic, which is not easy to use in Yanao, he only likes beautiful women.

Yan Ao's eyes finally stopped on Linglong's beautiful face, and then showed an appreciation. Seeing Linglong closed her eyes directly, Yan Ao felt happy. This girl was also interesting, and she seemed to have a little bit of accepting her fate. She no longer had to take action when she saw her naked eyes before. It seemed that this lasting tug-of-war was finally coming to an end. At most, one month, after the holy war, she could probably appreciate Linglong's charming appearance on the bed...

The five elements and five elements are indeed the only thing between water and fire is the love and killing of true love.

The wheels of the carriage kept rolling. Although the window could not be opened, the slight shaking of the car body kept feedbacking the most realistic feeling of road on the ground.

After all, the Palace of Masters was not big, and the carriage stopped quickly.

In front of you is a huge dome temple. The golden round walls and the round cover look a bit like a tent on the western plateau. Of course, unlike the tent are hundreds of huge columns on the periphery. These columns support the structure of the entire temple, engraved with dense ancient runes. Many of the runes are golden, but many of the golden patterns on the surface have fallen off, revealing the mottled rust inside, which adds an ancient and solemn sense of history to the temple.

The surroundings were very empty, and the strict guards outside did not seem to be applicable to this ancient temple. A white-haired priest was guarding the temple. He glanced at the people following the Holy Son Roy, and then nodded slightly to Roy: "The Holy Lord has been waiting in the temple. Please enter, your highness."

The gate of the temple opened, and the scene that came to his face was obviously different from the bright and shining hall in his imagination. The temple seemed a little dim, and there were no soul crystal lamps around it. Instead, a cluster of dim oil lamps were lit every few meters on the wall, like ancient torches, illuminating a huge magic circle in the center of the hall and a figure that looked a little hunched.

There are no windows around the hall, and there is no place to ventilate with the naked eye. In the windless environment, the dim fire light was completely still, but when the hall door opened, the air flow poured in, emitting the dim fire light in the hall slightly, swaying backwards, and the lengthening light instantly lengthened the dim shadow of the hunched figure in the center of the magic circle, extending to the wall of the hall, and even the top, making the hunched figure seem extremely tall and full of oppression in an instant.

Yan Ao is also a person who is not afraid of heaven or earth, but at this time he couldn't help swallowing subconsciously: Didn't this say this is the Temple of the Master? Why does he feel a gloomy and terrifying feeling...

Fortunately, the hunched figure turned around with his hands behind his back and looked at them faintly. The wrinkles on his face slightly cracked, revealing an old smile. It was Luo Ji, the Holy Lord of the Blade Hall: "Come in, children."

The voice is gentle and kind, and although his face is old, it exudes a kind of comforting kindness.

Yan Ao and others were stunned. It was different from the aura of dominating the world as they imagined. They could not feel any aura on the Holy Lord.

Luo Ji, the Lord of the Holy Temple, is one of the famous six dragon tops of the world. But he looks like such an ordinary and kind old man?

The five of them were all secretly amazed in their hearts, but facing this little old man who seemed to be ordinary, even if he didn't have any aura, the name of the Holy Lord and his gentle eyes were enough to make people dare not be presumptuous.

Several people followed the Holy Son Roy in one after another. The Holy Lord reached out and flicked slightly, and the heavy temple gate automatically closed.

The fire in the hall shook suddenly a few more times, then slowly stabilized.

"Shenglong Palace..." The Holy Lord smiled and looked around the hall, as if guiding several people to watch: "This is left by the Supreme Saint Master, which can break through the dragon-level Shenglong magic array."

It turned out to be a breakthrough in the dragon level!

Several people couldn't help but look at the Holy Lord's guidance. They saw that five different colors of light illuminated slightly around the ground, distributed in the five corners of the rune array. They were five circular talisman platforms engraved with their extremely familiar five-element attribute runes, gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. Each circular talisman platform was approached by two lines, connected to each other according to the method of life and restraint, forming a five-pointed star shape.

No wonder we have to find five people with the attributes of gold, wood, water, fire and earth. This dragon magic array seems to be specially prepared for the Five Elements Soul Cultivation.

Whether it was Yan Ao, Linglong, or the other three, their eyes couldn't help but shine slightly at this time. I had long heard that the real killer move of the Holy City was not to cultivate some ghost level, but to cast the dragon level. I used to think that it was an exaggerated rumor. After all, if the powerful dragon level could be forged, the Blade Temple would have been unifying the world long ago, but I didn't expect that there would be a real one here.

Is this really going to help everyone advance to the dragon level? Moreover, such a huge reward is just to deal with a small rose. Is this necessary? Or does the Holy Lord have other conditions or requirements?

Liu Taiyuan couldn't help asking, but he only got a slight smile from the Holy Lord: "The lion will also use all his strength to fight against the rabbit. The Rose Temple is a threat to my Holy City. You five are warriors and the future pillars of the Holy City. Now that you are willing to help the power of the Holy City, you should receive this honor."

As he said that, he added another sentence: "This method has been verified since ancient times. Although the conditions are harsh, there is no precedent for failure. You can rest assured."

The five people were overjoyed, and even Linglong's face was filled with excitement. The Ice Dragon Clan is not without dragon-level, but what does a twenty-year-old dragon-level mean? It definitely means the revival of the great ice dragon!

But... it is obviously a five-element magic array, so why is it called the Shenglong magic array? It was too late to think so much at this time.

"Thank you, Holy Lord!"

The Holy Lord's face was filled with a faint smile, and he waved his hand slightly: "Find your own position and sit down. This power gift will be presided over by me."

The five of them dared not neglect, suppressed their inner ecstasy, and each found their own attributes to sit cross-legged.

The talisman immediately shone with light, and everyone felt a familiar force coming out of the talisman Taichung and connecting with themselves.

The unknown power made several people subconsciously refuse, but then they heard the Holy Lord's voice: "Close your eyes and concentrate, this is the power of traction, don't resist."

The five people really relaxed, letting the power go straight in, blend with themselves, and open themselves up, and immediately felt the intimacy with the power. The pure elemental attributes were even more orthodox than them. They poured into their bodies, allowing them to immediately feel the power and enhancement. This feeling was so comfortable. Is there anything happier to increase the power by sitting?

Yan Ao couldn't help but want to cheer, but soon, the feeling of wanting to cheer was completely destroyed by the sudden feeling of "snatching".

When the connection between them was completely established, the pure five elements power that had just been let go of their minds and welcomed into their bodies was like a "thief" abducted their power.

"Holy Lord, the power is passing!"

"There is a problem with the magic circle!"

The five people exclaimed in surprise, trying to cut off the connection with the magic circle, but found that the power on the talisman platform had firmly grasped them and was living with them as if they were one. That was the self. How could they cut off themselves?

Is there an accident in the magic circle? Or is this a normal step?

The power was gushing, and the five people looked at the Holy Lord at a loss, but unexpectedly, the Holy Lord's response was no response. He stood there quietly, with a faint smile on his face as if pitying the people. The firelight around the wall pulled his shadow on the wall for a very long time, looking down at the five mortals with a smile like a god.

The five people were shocked and felt something was wrong. Then they saw the Holy Son Roy next to him leaped gently, and his body had already fallen lightly in the center of the five-pointed star magic circle, which was the intersection of the five circular talisman platforms.

The colorful five elements light was absorbed from the five talismans Taichung at this time, and it gathered into a shining purple, which slowly penetrated into his body.

This is……

Yan Ao's eyes suddenly widened, and the surprised expression on the faces of Linglong and others beside him gradually turned into fear.

That is the intersection of the five elements. Even if the people who are slow to react, they can understand what the Holy Son Roy is doing, and they are trying to suck their power out of it? No wonder this is called the Dragon Formation rather than the Five Elements Formation, because the Five Elements are just the furnace and cauldron of the Dragon!

Five of them are just sacrifices!

"Damn it, let me go!"

"Son of the Holy Son?!"

"Roy! What are you doing?!"

Yan Ao's eyes were red, and he never expected that this would be the result. At this time, he could not escape the constraints of the Dragon Rising Formation. He roared angrily.

"Isn't this very obvious? You have seen it." The Holy Son Roy smiled and spread his hands, pouring in with abundant power, making his body slightly suspended in the air, and his aura was rising wildly. Yan Ao could clearly see that the ends of his red hair had begun to turn white. The rushing force was like a flood discharge, and he couldn't stop it at all!

Being cheated!

"You, you want to suck us dry?"

"We five clans are the direct descendants of your holy city! How dare you do this?!"

"Roy! Stop it! Otherwise our clan will definitely kill you!"

"Shh..." The face of the Holy Son Roy was filled with a joyful smile: "Why are you so angry, my friends?"

He smiled and hung up in the air, spreading his hands at the five people roaring around him, as if he wanted to hug these friends: "Do you still remember our common ideal? Rose is just a small starting point. Conquering the Nine Gods is our true pursuit! But... the ghost level is not qualified. Only the dragon level, only the real dragon level that gathers the power of the five elements, can we be qualified to compete with Longkang!"

"You should be happy, be glad, be glad that you have become a part of me. History may not remember you, but I will remember that after I conquered the Nine Gods, your tribe will receive a lot of rewards, and your tribe members will live a better life, of course..." Roy laughed: "They still have to continue to guard the distant border and cultivate the best furnace and cauldron for my generation of holy lords of the Luo family, because this is the fate of your tribe!"

The Ice Dragon Clan, Yan Clan, Tuyabu, Xin Clan, and Mu Ling Clan, and such a powerful five hidden tribes. Each of them has its own boundless pride and history, but it has always been just the Luo family's... furnace cauldron?!

The five of them couldn't believe their ears and looked at Roy with a dumbfounded look.

"Yes, the furnace and cauldron." The Holy Son laughed: "Even if the bloodline and resources of the Jiushenlong family are as strong as the ones in their hands cannot guarantee the Dragon Top of the generations. But do you know why the Saint Lords of all generations have been Dragon Top of the Dragon Top of the Year? It is because of the existence of your five clans that you have guarded the far borders and kept you away from the crowd and were unknown. It is all for all this. The ancestors of your ancestors who followed the Saint Lord away from the conquest have the same fate."

"This, this is impossible!" Lingqing's hair has begun to wither, and her beautiful face is no longer there. At this time, she looks fifty years older than when she just sat down, like an old woman who is about to die. She knows it is irreversible, but she is unwilling to accept it, and she can't believe it: "The ancestor God of Frost, Princess Crystal..."

"They have all kinds of legends of following the Holy Lord to fight, right?" Roy laughed and said, "That's just a play. Just find a few actors to pretend. The Holy City has never lacked people of all sizes, and there will be no lack of ghost prides, and there will be no lack of various stories. It is too easy to deceive you natives who live in seclusion in the mountains."

"Luo...Yi!" Yan Ao's roaring gritted his teeth and vibrated the roof, his eyes were covered with bloodshot, and his eyes were almost glaring out.
Chapter completed!