Among the bronze tripods, the taboo inheritance,.

Xiao Ding dimmed and fell from Ye Luo's hand.

On the ancient altar of thousands of zhang, there stood the ancient Nine Dragons coffin, as if feeling something, one of them was a hundred zhang long, like an iron casting, and the dragon corpse exuding the supreme ancient atmosphere on its body, suddenly opened its eyes!

In an instant, there was a dead silence around the ancient altar.

When he opened his eyes, he was the leftmost one of the nine dragon corpses.

Its dragon's eye is pitch black, and the mysterious symbol in the depths is like the seeds of time and space that have been buried before the ancient times, under the nine shadows, cold, mysterious, mysterious, terrifying, vicissitudes!

However, although it opened its eyes, it still had no life.

In its current state, is it dead or alive?

Is it conscious?

At this moment, whether it was Ye Luo, or the peerless geniuses, terrifying big people, and mysterious powers of the major holy lands around the ancient altar, or the donkey, Wu Banxian and the fat man, who were quickly approaching along the road that the Shangqing Sect had walked, all looked at a dragon corpse on the far left.

Time seems to freeze at this moment, and the picture seems to stand still.

However, only Ye Luo's pocket, the little fairy bridge beast and the little paper man, did not look at the dragon corpse.

The little paper man looked at the little fairy bridge beast suspiciously, and carved out a line of delicate blood-red characters: You mean, you met the master of the bronze Xiaoding with your father a long time ago? What's in the ding?

The little fairy bridge beast nodded, was stunned for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Yes, my father once said that Dingzhong is a thing that can be compared to any of the seven volumes of the Book of Heaven, it seems to be a forbidden technique: shadow clone!" ”

The little paper figure was puzzled, and carved another line of words: What is a shadow clone?

The little fairy bridge beast hesitated for a moment, shook his head, muttered, and said, "I don't know very well, anyway, my father is a little worried, my father once said to himself, saying that thing,." ”

Then, the little fairy bridge beast was stunned and said: "The embroidered shoes of your master, the gossip pattern sent, how did you study?" ”

The little paper man nodded silently and carved a line of words: It's been studied, you ask Uncle Ye to put his hand in his pocket, and then you bite him and drip blood on the gossip.

The little fairy bridge beast nodded, and through his clothes, he poked Ye Luo with a small hand like a bridge pier that had shrunk countless times, and passed on a set of information.

The inheritance in Xiao Ding entered the body, the dragon corpse opened its eyes, and Ye Luo was in shock.

Quietly, a set of information transmitted by the Little Immortal Bridge Beast reached Ye Luo's mind: Uncle Ye, you put your hand in for a moment.

Ye Luo didn't think much about it, thinking that the demented little fairy bridge beast just wanted to have fun, so he subconsciously reached into his pocket.

It's just that as soon as Ye Luo put his hand in, the little fairy bridge beast opened its small mouth, and towards Ye Luo's palm, it took a bite, and the mouth fell, and blood suddenly appeared.

The little paper figure held the palm-sized gossip pattern, and at this moment, it was directly pressed on Ye Luo's palm.

And the gossip pattern that was personally depicted by the red embroidered shoes, and the bronze man imported some kind of terrifying energy, was directly integrated into Ye Luo's palm at this moment.

Ye Luo's palm also had an extra blood-red pattern.

Around the ancient altar, the forbidden magic circle within a radius of five miles actually trembled slightly at this moment, and the amplitude of this tremor was extremely subtle, and ordinary monks could not detect it at all.

There were only a few powerful and supreme powers, and at this moment, his brows furrowed slightly.

Ye Luo only felt a sudden pain in his palm, and his whole body was also shocked, and he couldn't help but withdraw his left hand from his pocket.

However, at this time, among the major forces, a middle-aged powerhouse of the Long family with a terrifying breath, when everyone looked at the dragon corpse on the ancient altar, his eyes were always fixed on the bronze small tripod that fell on the ancient altar.

Due to the forbidden technique of Bronze Xiaoding, when it was passed on to Ye Luo's body, it was always in a silent state, and no one knew about it except Ye Luo.

The middle-aged power of the Long family, with a terrifying breath, said indifferently and in a low voice: "In this small ding, there seems to be something against the sky, otherwise, why can it appear on the ancient altar, while everyone's attention is focused on the Nine Dragons coffin, this small tripod will belong to me!" ”

The words fell!

The power of the Long family, in a dead silence, suddenly stepped out, the terrifying aura on his body burst out, and the vision of the giant dragon behind him appeared, carrying the breath of destroying the world and the earth, and suddenly ascended to the ancient altar.

The person was in the air, and suddenly made a move, shooting down Ye Luo with one palm, and grabbing the bronze tripod directly with the other hand.

"Long Meng is powerful, he, he wants to snatch that bronze Xiaoding!" Finally, at the moment of the power of the Dragon Family's Jindan Period, a Holy Land genius woke up and said something in shock.

"He even wants to kill Ye Luo directly, is he worried that Ye Luo will prevent him from winning the championship?" There was a female disciple of the sect who was shocked.

"Be careful! Long Meng, stop! At this moment, Yu Ji suddenly had a powerful aura burst out on her body, and a mysterious vision appeared behind her, wanting to stop it, but she was still a step too late.

Many female disciples in the Loulan Holy Land were almost all shocked at this moment. Although Ye Luo is just an astral waste, as the uncle of Zhou Xiaoyu and the others, he has already left a deep impression on many people in a very short period of time.

Now, are you going to die?

In the face of power, a mere astral waste is like an ant!

"Woohoo! I'm tired, this thing is going to die! What is it, why is the grandson of the Long family so shameless, a generation of supreme power, and he actually shot at a junior? The donkey roared.

"Ye Luo, be careful, stop!" The fat man's eyes are cracked!

Wu Banxian's eyes were also wide, and he also roared: "Long Meng, stop!" ”

However, now it's too late!

The empty power of the Long family, the palm that was slapped towards Ye Luo, carried the supreme terrifying coercion, the power of the Jindan period, killing a star waste, it was even easier than crushing an ant.

Even, the great power of the Long family, at this moment, all looked at the mysterious Xiaoding on the ancient altar, and did not look at Ye Luo at all!

The earth-destroying palm had not yet arrived, and the terrifying coercion had already crushed Ye Luo's two bones. Due to the strong pressure, blood was already flowing out of Ye Luo's nostrils.

In the eyes of everyone, perhaps, Ye Luo would die without this palm falling, and many people were ready to sigh.

However, at this moment, Ye Luo's lonely, humble, and small figure raised his hand with difficulty when he was almost certain to die, and smashed it towards the powerful slap.