Chapter 482: The Dragon Lost (1)

After a day and night of fighting, there were less than a thousand cultivators on the ancient battlefield. The battle situation was extremely tragic!

Everyone's mood was extremely heavy, and the atmosphere was so depressing that it was difficult to breathe.

The sky light passed, and the day and night changed. In a blink of an eye, a trace of white fish appeared again in the vast water and sky.

The battles on the ancient battlefield are still very fierce!

The purple light shield trembled wildly, as if it would collapse at any time! However, every time, it was safely preserved.

There are only seventy or eighty survivors left.

On the floating island, there are many cultivators who accompany them. Whether they are family members or fellow tribes, they all have depressed faces and look extremely depressed and sad.

At some point, fog rose in the sky, thick fog, vast and thick, and I couldn't see my five fingers when I reached out.

Under the cover of the thick fog, I don’t know who couldn’t bear the sadness first, and I started to whimper.

The sad atmosphere spreads.

Not long after, the entire floating island of tens of thousands of meters radius turned into a crying island. In the thick rolling fog, there were choking and sobbing sounds, like crying, making people's heart tighten. At the same time, a sad feeling surged into my heart.

"Roar!"

Above the sky, the open purple light gates, the sound of dragons roars came from time to time, wrapped in the cold wind, making people feel creepy.

"Lan'er, today, the Dragon Soul Cemetery has been opened. Can you enter it?"

Feeling the dragon power surging from the purple light gate, Zhao Yan felt a little depressed. Suddenly, he turned his head and asked at Yun Lan with a smile.

Hearing Zhao Yan's questioning, Yun Lan nodded instinctively, and finally added: "As usual, on the first day of the opening of this Dragon Soul Cemetery, all cultivators with quotas can enter it on their own. However, you can also feel that the dragon power in this Dragon Soul Cemetery is really terrifying!"

After a pause, a look of horror appeared in Yun Lan's pupils, and she said, "Not to mention us, even the guy from the Wulong Palace can't bear such a terrifying dragon power!"

"oh?"

After receiving a positive answer, Zhao Yan grinned, but his pupils flew over the direction of Long Zhan intentionally or unintentionally. After a long time, he withdrew his gaze and said in a deep voice: "Lan'er, I want to give him a try, how about it?"

Yun Lan was shocked and pulled Zhao Yan's clothes and said, "You are crazy! If you go up now, you may be crushed into minced meat by Long Wei! Even if you can save your life by chance, you may be seriously injured! At that time, it will be more than worth the loss!"

Yunlan was quite anxious while speaking.

Although she always regards Zhao Yan as the object of disgust on weekdays, she subconsciously regards Zhao Yan as her own person in this place where there are many races and mixed with fish and dragons.

Now, seeing him taking risks rashly, his instinctively wanted to speak to stop him.

"Ha, please rest assured! I have a sense of responsibility..."

After waving his hand, Zhao Yan seemed to have already made up his mind and ready to get up. However, at this moment, Long Zhan, who was sitting in the distance, suddenly stood up. At the same time, an extremely powerful dragon power was oppressed and scanned everyone present.

Zhao Yan sat down in a hurry and tried hard to hide his breath.

A hint of fear rose in his chest!

Fortunately, Long Zhan did not do anything unusual, so he suddenly glided down from the sky and stood proudly above the ancient battlefield.

At this moment, the people on Zihuan Avenue suddenly discovered that the winner had already been decided in the ancient battlefield!

Thirty-eight figures stood proudly in the ancient battlefield full of minced meat and broken limbs.

Because the battle was too fierce, in the final battle, several cultivators who fought each other were wiped out in an instant, turning into a piece of loess and dying together!

Therefore, the remaining forty places were only thirty-eight people left to survive!

From this we can see how tragic the battle on the ancient battlefield was!

"go!"

Long Zhan glanced around the ancient battlefield and stopped hesitating. He shouted angrily. In an instant, the ancient battlefield trembled violently, and countless blue bricks suddenly shattered. At the same time, the thirty-eight people who survived were scattered everywhere. In an instant, they were suddenly shrouded in it by a purple light column.

Suddenly, thirty-eight people, under the transmission of purple light beams, passed through the sky and entered the Dragon Soul Cemetery.

"Oh, the thirty-eight survivors actually went in first!"

"Who, these people are really heroes!"

Looking at the thirty-eight survivors, Zhao Yan couldn't help but be slightly shocked. His heart was also quite shocked!

You should know that these thirty-eight people are warriors who survived the battle between the entire 3,000 cultivators. Each of them had a thick blood eggplant!

It can be said that everyone who survives is a demon king who kills without blinking!

Such people are often the most terrifying and difficult opponents!

Zhao Yan raised his chin and watched the thirty-eight people enter the Dragon Soul Cemetery under the transmission of the purple beam, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. He couldn't help but feel excited, and the blood that had not burned for a long time also surged and surged in an instant.

You know, if it weren't for chance that he would get a quota. I'm afraid this ancient battlefield would be the only way for him to fight for the quota!

"boom……"

Just as Zhao Yan's thoughts were flying and scattered, Long Zhan, who was a dragon envoy, waved his arm again, and a circle of gold edges flashed on his cuffs. Immediately afterwards, the Purple Carpet Avenue where Zhao Yan and others were located was shrouded in a circle of purple light.

Everyone was slightly shocked, and after a moment, they fell into a calm state.

They all knew very well that this purple light was exactly the same as the purple light on the ancient battlefield. Long Zhan used this purple light to seal the Purple Carpet Avenue into a long corridor, probably because he was worried that someone would break into the Dragon Soul Cemetery without authorization.

"Close..."

Turning his head, Zhao Yan couldn't help but smile.

"Swish!" "Swish!"

Before everyone could finish sighing, Long Zhan, as a dragon envoy, jumped into the Dragon Soul cemetery in a hurry, and seemed to have something important to do.

"Oh? Long Zhan is gone?"

Zhao Yan glanced at him and couldn't help but brow, and the joy in his heart surged like a volcano erupting.

"Well, whenever someone enters the Dragon Soul Cemetery, the Dragon Envoy will follow him into..."

Looking at Zhao Yan's surprise expression, Yun Lan was quite puzzled, but murmured, "Although I don't know what the Dragon Envoy is doing to enter the Dragon Soul Cemetery!"

Zhao Yan smiled, but waved his hand and said, "No matter what he is doing, I only know that our opportunity is here!" Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yan stood up suddenly and walked towards the Dragon Soul Cemetery in the anxious eyes of everyone.
Chapter completed!