Partial Palace.

Ten people from the double-winged horns sat around, guarding the central hall, with a slight sad look between their eyebrows: "The previous ancestor god warned that there was an invasion of evil demons from outside the sky, and the clan leader came to support him. I wonder what the situation was?"

"Our mission is to protect this ancestral temple! With the hall and formation left by the ancestral god for us... even if there are evil demons, it is enough to support the patriarch and his team back."

...

The two-winged horned wing tribes were not too nervous.

In their opinion, their horned wings have survived for hundreds or thousands of years in this world, and their future life will inevitably be like this.

Not to mention, there is also the protection of the ancestor god.

Huh!

However, at this moment, a thin mist suddenly appeared around.

Several people from the Jiaoyi tribe were stunned and then fell asleep.

The way of dream masters is aimed at things with spiritual wisdom, so these alien races naturally cannot escape.

boom!

At this moment, a roar suddenly sounded in the hall and emitted golden light.

When the fog meets golden light, it immediately fades away like winter snow encounters spring sunshine.

"Not good...there is an enemy attack!"

A member of the Kok Wing tribe was shocked and roared wildly, but unfortunately it was too late.

call out!

A sword light came to it in an instant, and the light shone out suddenly, slashing with wind and thunder!

Bang!

With just one sword, the horn-winged tribe was cut off half of its wings and flew backwards with screams.

"Law Enforcement Elder?"

"There are foreign enemies!"

"It's an evil demon, quickly activate the formation!"

The other horned wing tribes were in chaos. Seeing this, Fang Yuan just smiled slightly and moved his fingers: "Sancai Sword Formation, get up!"

Boom!

A large sword formation emerged, and three sword pillars soared into the sky, arranged in a font shape, with water, fire and thunder in it.

This sword formation method can be used for single-player battles and large-scale sieges.

Under the sword formation, at least seven or eight guardians of the Kouyi tribe were encircled and roared faintly.

"Even if the eight three-level Void Saints join forces, it will take time to break my Three-Talent Sword Formation!"

Fang Yuan didn't even look at it, and turned around and rushed into the hall.

Bang!

The gate exploded, revealing the building behind it.

The palace is extremely large, with an empty altar in the middle, and a god is worshipped on it. A curtain fell down and it is hard to see clearly. There are several gates around it, which are in the style of a warehouse.

"Bold evil demons dare to offend our ancestral god!"

The remaining horned wing tribes chased in like crazy, even if they were seriously injured.

"Ancestral God? Not interested!"

Fang Yuan spit out a long breath, and the four spiritual veins behind him gathered, forming a vague form, and the seven-yuan power burst out: "Get out!"

With his three levels of Void Saint and the Four-Meridian Martial Sect Realm, he burst out with all his strength, and the air suddenly stagnated. A slightly illusory fist shadow appeared. When the door came out, the two remaining horn-winged tribesmen flew backwards and sprinkled blood all the way in the sky.

"I was surprised, but I tried to get up to 30 breaths. When the Sancai Sword Formation outside was broken, I would run away immediately!"

When the mind was in the middle of the moment, Fang Yuan rushed directly to the warehouse without looking at the statue of the god in the center.

Maybe there are better treasures there, but people know that they are not as confident as to take risks at the moment, so it’s better to make a profit.

Bang!

Although there was a talisman on the warehouse gate, it was not enough to see it in his eyes. His arms trembled, and the seven-yuan power burst out and it immediately broke up.

"Hmm? It seems to be a granary. These are all yellow rice, enough for hundreds of people to eat for a year... If it were an ordinary dream master, this is a reserve for hundreds of years... Take it away!"

Immediately, the mountains and rivers flashed, and emptyed bags of yellow rice, and my heart was filled with joy of harvest.

Even though he moved very quickly, fifteen breaths had passed after coming out of the granary. At this time, the sword formation outside was howling, and his mind was connected. News came. Obviously, the horned wing tribes knew that fighting alone was not their opponent, and they were working together to break the formation inside and outside, and collapsed faster.

"Broken to me!"

Fang Yuan did not dare to neglect, so he smashed open a warehouse door. He saw a lot of light flashing inside, which were piles of Yuan crystals, like groceries, scattered on the ground. There were several rows of wooden frames, with different colors of crystals on them, with subtle fluctuations.

"It's all good things, I'll collect it!"

As soon as he whispered his sleeves, several wooden racks disappeared immediately, and he swept the Yuanjing wildly.

This cave heaven looks quite abundant in spiritual energy, and the quality of this batch of Yuan crystals is quite good.

However, when he received halfway, Fang Yuan groaned, and three streams of light flew over and penetrated his body, and there were three divine swords.

"I have broken my Three Talent Sword Formation? Sure enough, ten Void Saints join forces and should not be underestimated!"

He immediately stopped and rushed out of the hall.

"Water and fire are ruthless, the Lord of Thunder will conquer and kill! The power of seven yuan will be destroyed by me!"

boom!

Martial arts and sword energy burst out, and they blasted towards the top of the palace, and immediately exploded a big hole. A green hurricane appeared around Fang Yuan, soaring into the sky.

"Ancestor God..."

When the belated members of the Jiaoyi tribe saw this, their eyes immediately burst out: "Please punish this sinner!"

"Um?"

During the prayer, the curtain was raised and the figures of the worshipped figures appeared.

The golden light flashed, as if it turned into flames, spreading out in an instant.

Fang Yuan looked at the statue, but his heart was shocked.

This statue is wearing golden armor, with a dragon-headed and human body, and has a majestic appearance, but it is not the saint of Changli that he imagined!

"Who is this statue? Why is it a bit like a dragon clan? Wait a minute... no one stipulates that Changli must be a human clan..."

Roar!

The heavy majesty burst out with the divine nature of the spirit of heaven and earth! It is a dragon's power!

"Just one statue has such majesty! I'm afraid that the real dragons in the water world can't compare to it, right?"

Fang Yuan quickly retreated, and at this time he saw ten people from the Gangwing tribe who had opened some formation as if they were praying for. With the golden light flashing, it turned into a golden five-toed dragon claw, instantly breaking through the void and coming to him.

"This is the real dragon's claw!"

For a moment, Fang Yuan felt the void around him stagnant, and even made a squeaking sound, and his face changed drastically.

And at this moment, in the real dream, something seemed to have a sense and began to emit a subtle dragon roar.

"Um?"

In the flash of lightning, Fang Yuan immediately acted, took out his dragon ball and blocked it in front of him.

Roar!

In the dragon roar, a small golden-green dragon appeared with a single horn on its head, four claws on its belly, three toes on its claws, and the dragon's tail was unpretentious. It was the most orthodox image of a dragon.

The silk dragon aura appeared, and the golden dragon claw seemed to hesitate for a moment, and bounced slightly.

In the golden light, Fang Yuan flew backwards and left in an instant.

"This Dragon God..."

In the green hurricane, he wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, and his spiritual consciousness sank into the real dream.

I saw that the dragon pearl was still there, but the dragon inside suddenly became much weaker, and even several cracks appeared on the surface of the bead.

This is still the end of the other party’s mercy!

"Who is that Dragon God Ancestor God...?"

Fang Yuan was a little confused: "The Saint Changli has fallen, this is a sure thing, but the ancestor god still has power. Perhaps it is the spirit of the cave? Or maybe it is a spiritual object that the saint conquered back then? It is hard to say... Such a powerful person, even if he falls, can be preserved and reveal his power..."

"But... it is certain that I have a dragon with the same origin, and fortunately I have a dragon pearl with the same origin, which made it hesitate, otherwise it would have been seriously injured... From this point, it can be seen that this god is just a general consciousness and has not yet fully developed spiritual intelligence..."

Naturally, he no longer stayed, and rushed directly to the meeting place he had made an appointment with the Ye sisters.

...

Just when we approached, a subtle sound came from the wind:
To be continued...