Chapter 281: Seven Seas Dragon Palace, the battle spirit is endless

The Seven Seas Dragon Palace, built with crystal, is gorgeous and rich, exuding endless brilliance at the bottom of this cloud dream.

Feng Ziyue was in the Ten Thousand Years Water Prison, and he had also heard Ao Feichen mention the exquisiteness and magnificence of the Seven Seas Dragon Palace once—but only once.

Thinking about the more brilliant the Seven Seas Dragon Palace is, the more reluctant Ao Feichen is to recall.

This contrast between the past and the present makes people even more unsettled.

Feng Ziyue sighed, just now the four great masters have passed away, and the grievances of more than a thousand years ago have been settled for more than half of them, I don't know how Ao Feichen will feel when he hears this news.

The white jade sand all over the ground was originally the path in front of the Seven Seas Dragon Palace, but now it has long been barren and overgrown with weeds, far from the tranquility and beauty of the past.

The Seven Seas Dragon Palace, although it is still dazzling, is only the brilliance of dead things.

Its vitality and vitality have long been lost in the long river of time.

Feng Ziyue could have turned around and left here directly, but thinking of Ao Feichen and the four great masters who had just fallen, he couldn't help but have the idea of entering the Seven Seas Dragon Palace to explore.

If according to what Ao Feichen and the four great grandmasters said, after the sudden change in the five of them, the four major sects will have a battle with the Seven Seas Dragon Palace.

The four major sects came prepared, and they were even more hostile to their teachers, and the mourning soldiers were bound to win, while the Seven Seas Dragon Palace was caught off guard and was unprepared, only afraid that it would be more auspicious than lucky.

From the information that Feng Ziyue knew, at least a thousand years ago, the Jokhang Temple was still standing, but the Seven Seas Dragon Palace was lying quietly at the bottom of this cloud dream, and there was no movement.

I'm afraid that the result will be what I imagined.

Feng Ziyue sighed lightly, and slowly walked along the path paved with white jade sand, but along the way, he put away all those white jade sands.

This thing is used to cultivate medicinal herbs, and it is extremely useful, and it is a pity to stay at the bottom of this cloud dream.

Take this thing back to Gan Ningshuang, she must have liked it very much.

After walking a short distance, you will arrive at the entrance of the Seven Seas Dragon Palace.

Originally, this was supposed to be a huge crystal beast gate, extremely magnificent, but now, only a piece of crystal debris was left, and half of the heavy gate was crooked to one side, and the other half was missing, but I was afraid that it had turned into debris on the ground.

The palace gate is broken!

This splendid and majestic palace, when viewed from a distance, still retains the magnificence and magnificence of the past, but when you look closer, you can only see the devastation.

The Seven Seas Dragon Palace has been destroyed, and this is already a definite fact.

Feng Ziyue sighed, entered calmly from the palace gate, and walked all the way along the long crystal passage.

The bloodstains had long since dried up, leaving only speckled sword marks, showing the tragedy of the Great War.

In the gorgeous palace room, there are a lot of white bones, which should be the disciples of the Seven Seas Dragon Palace who died in battle, judging from the broken clothes and clothing, it should be good, but the disciples of the four major sects have no traces.

The outcome of this game is also obvious.

The four major sects, after this fierce battle, still have the spare strength to collect the corpses of their disciples.

That is to say, the Seven Seas Dragon Palace will never be the winner of this battle.

Although he had expected this for a long time, thinking of fate, Feng Ziyue also sighed.

Thinking about the glory of the Seven Seas Dragon Palace that day, from its heyday to its decline, it was just a battle.

And the reason for this battle is so unreasonable, it is really embarrassing.

He promised Ao Feichen and the four great masters to explore the truth of the battle that day, and now when he saw this scene, he was even more moved.

This is the black hand hidden behind the scenes, and Feng Ziyue also has a strong desire to find him out.

He slowly stepped into the main hall, only to see that it was full of devastation, all the furnishings should have been plundered, and only a real dragon throne fixed on the ground remained.

Feng Ziyue remembered that Ao Feichen had said that this True Dragon Throne was the condensation of the essence of the entire Seven Seas Dragon Palace, naturally generated, and the momentum was awe-inspiring, and sitting on it, it naturally had the power of a true dragon.

Now, although there is no way to completely destroy this True Dragon Throne, it has also been split in half.

The depth of this crack is almost completely splitting this throne, and it can also be seen that the person who made the original attack hated deeply.

Feng Ziyue walked to the side of the True Dragon Throne, stretched out his hand to touch it, and felt that the material that built the True Dragon Throne was extremely hard, even if he split it with all his strength, he was afraid that he would not be able to break a one-foot crack, and the person who could split it all was so high that his martial arts were really jaw-dropping.

I'm afraid that this person's ability is not inferior to Ao Feichen and the four great grandmasters.

He gently stroked the rift, and his heart was full of fascination.

Before the advent of the Demon Suppression Tablet, the world was vast, and there was no restriction on the land of sealing demons, and the realm of martial arts was boundless, which was really desirable.

In the shattered True Dragon Throne, there was still a mighty aura, which resonated with the Martial Emperor Immortal True Dragon physical strength in his body, and even let out a distant roar.

And above the throne, a misty green light also flashed.

Feng Ziyue's heart moved, blessed to his heart, his body turned over, and he sat on this true dragon throne, only to hear a bang, the real dragon throne really cracked from it!

This throne is extremely hard, although it has been split for more than a thousand years, it has always remained unchanged, but now it is shattered because of Feng Ziyue!

Feng Ziyue knew that he had intentions, but he saw that where the throne collapsed, it fluttered, revealing a set of crown robes.

The arrogant crown soaring to the sky, the five-clawed golden dragon robe, the cloud-stepping immortal shoes, and a crystal jade belt are the lord of the Dragon Palace of the Seven Seas, the head of the dragon king!

The Dragon King of the Seven Seas on Feng Ziyue's body appeared, and this dragon robe hidden in the True Dragon Throne also appeared!

The five-clawed golden dragon robe fluttered, and it was draped on Feng Ziyue's body, flashing with golden light, which made him even more heroic!

"Up!"

I only heard a loud roar from nowhere, and in the Seven Seas Dragon Palace, the sound of harmony sounded loudly.

Feng Ziyue was taken aback, and stood up, but saw that in the Dragon Palace, there were many shadows, and a group of figures appeared, standing at the bottom of the main hall, forming a formation, each holding a sword, standing still.

These people, all dressed in golden armor, seem to be the last guards in the Dragon Palace.

It's just that after this loud shout, there was no movement.

Feng Ziyue was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized, buttoned up the dragon robe, and put the arrogant crown on his head.

"Three hundred dragon guards, defend the dragon king's throne, and never retreat!"

Hearing the shouts of the leader, the three hundred phantoms responded together, and Huo Ran dispersed, forming a circle around the position of the original True Dragon Throne.

"Wow!

This cry shook the sky and was awe-inspiring.

Although Feng Ziyue knew that they were all dead, he couldn't help but be shocked.

Before the three hundred, there were twelve people who were different from the others, and they were at the front of the line, and they were at the forefront of the team of three hundred.

Presumably, this is the twelve dragon heads that Ao Feichen said.

The Seven Seas Dragon Palace, with 30,000 disciples back then, was an extremely large force, and these twelve dragon heads were the most proud disciples of the Dragon King Ao Feichen.

However, now they are the same as these three hundred dragon guards, but they are afraid that they have already turned into dust.

What appears now is probably the unyielding spirit in their chests and the war spirit that appears.

But......

Feng Ziyue was also a little puzzled, this kind of battle spirit, although it could be seen occasionally in the ancient battlefield,—— that day he comprehended the ten-step killing sword technique, practiced in the ancient battlefield, and at night, he could also hear the whimpering and roaring of the war spirit, but he had never seen it like them, with such a condensed appearance.

He frowned, and put on the Stepping Cloud Ascension Immortal Shovel again, but saw that the three hundred dragon guards were hula and contracted, and it seemed that it was already the last moment.

"Death will not retreat!

The shouting of the three hundred dragon guards still did not stop.

Feng Ziyue shook his head, knowing that this might be a reproduction of the situation of the day, the Seven Seas Dragon Palace has been broken, and these three hundred dragon guards are probably the last power.

But even they can't hold it for long.

In the end, it was a situation of broken jade after all.

He sighed, and finally wrapped the crystal jade belt in his hand around his waist.

The twelve dragon heads retreated behind them, and their faces were all miserable.

Feng Ziyue looked at it from the side, and he only felt that his face was like that, and he didn't look like an illusory battle spirit at all.

"Today, the Dragon Palace is destroyed, and we can't exist alone, since this is the case, then the jade will be burned!"

"The jade is burning!"

There were three hundred people at the bottom, and they should make peace together.

But in the roar, these three hundred people exploded together, and the blood rushed to the sky!

This is how they end up!

Feng Ziyue felt sorry in his heart and brushed away the afterimage in front of him.

In the end, the twelve dragon heads and three hundred dragon guards really fulfilled their promise not to retreat even if they died, and in order to protect the true dragon throne, the jade was burned in the end.

These more than 300 people blew themselves up together, and the disciples of the four factions who were only afraid of the siege did not know how many died.

No wonder the master was furious later, and slashed the True Dragon Throne in half with a single sword.

Feng Ziyue sighed, now the dragon king's robe is being worn on his body, and the divine consciousness contained in it has also been transmitted to his mind.

Things started in a hurry, at that time, the Angry Sea Dragon King Ao Feichen fought with the four great grandmasters, and he had already disappeared, and the Seven Seas Dragon Palace was already in danger of facing the siege of the four major sects and the world's martial arts.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the twelve dragon heads hid the true dragon crown robe into the real dragon throne, and even defended the dignity of the throne with death.

All of this was recorded by the True Dragon Throne.

And their indomitable fighting spirit, because of this resentment and loyalty, has always been in the main hall of the Seven Seas Dragon Palace and has never dissipated.

The Seven Seas Dragon Palace was originally a magical place, it was built by the power of the Seven Seas, and this hall was the center of the gathering of the spiritual power of the Seven Seas, and the True Dragon Throne was the center of this center.

These three hundred battle spirits, tempered by the power of the seven seas, turned out to be thousands of years without dissipation, and gradually gained real power.

It's just that no one has visited this place for thousands of years, so no one knows about it.

Today, Feng Ziyue has the sun, moon and tides, and the Martial Emperor's immortal true dragon body, and comes with the order of the Dragon King of the Seven Seas, the True Dragon Throne is naturally recognized as the master, the True Dragon Throne was cut open by a sword, and the aura has declined, so all the essence of the Seven Seas has been transferred to this dragon robe.

When Feng Ziyue put on this dragon robe, he also had the power to command these three hundred battle spirits!

"I see!"

Feng Ziyue suddenly realized, pondered in his mind, and sure enough, when he saw the three hundred battle souls that had just collapsed, Huo Ran appeared in front of him again, bowed down and bowed, extremely religious.

Just now was the situation on the day of the demonstration, and at this time, Feng Ziyue controlled it with his true dragon robe, and these three hundred battle spirits were naturally attentive to orders.

"These are all poor people......

Feng Ziyue sighed, these three hundred battle spirits were originally transformed by the twelve dragon heads and three hundred dragon guards, they were all proud disciples of the Seven Seas Dragon Palace, but unfortunately, because of this battle, they were bound here and could not be freed.

They were originally loyal to the Dragon King, but now they have turned into battle spirits, and they are even more controlled by this true dragon robe, and they can't get rid of it.

Now the power of these battle spirits is naturally much stronger than that of ordinary mortals, and they should not fall behind when they fight against secular warriors, but compared to their majesty back then, it is far inferior.

The twelve dragon heads of the day, at least the cultivation of the congenital peak, and the three hundred dragon guards are all congenital masters, compared to now, they are naturally very different.

Feng Ziyue was wearing a true dragon battle robe, and he could control these three hundred battle spirits, and after thinking about it for a while, he still planned to take them out of the Seven Seas Dragon Palace.

These battle spirits, due to the power of the seven seas gathered by the True Dragon Throne, are actually similar to the ghosts transformed by the Momoki Princess.

Although his sanity has not yet recovered, he can gradually become clear with time.

But at this time, the True Dragon Throne has been destroyed, leaving them here will not help their ascension, take them out of here, and stay in the Ten Thousand Swords Villa, and wait for an opportunity to find an opportunity in the future, or they can reshape their bodies and be reborn as humans.

This kind of formed war spirit or ghost, but there is a chance of resurrection, and there is a great chance to ask Shen Siniang and Qiong Niang for help.

Although a reshaped body cannot be compared to one's own body, it is always much better than being a lonely ghost.

Feng Ziyue had already made up his mind, and immediately put on the true dragon battle robe, received the three hundred battle souls into the jade belt, and went around the Seven Seas Dragon Palace to confirm that this place had become a ruin, and then retreated, from the bottom of Yunmengze, all the way up.

But this underwater does not know the way, not long after Feng Ziyue floated up, he found that the waterways in front of him were all dark rivers, but he didn't know where to go.

This Yun Mengze communicates with the seven seas, although there are not so many because of the closure of heaven and earth, but the underground water system is also complicated, and I don't know where to start is the original way.

Feng Ziyue smiled bitterly, and had to choose a wide waterway to float up, anyway, no matter where it is, as long as it is above the ground, you can identify the way, and then return to Wuyang City.

At this time, it had been a year since Feng Ziyue fought with the Chu madman, and he was eager to know what the situation was now?

Relatives and friends must be very worried about him.

Feng Ziyue was in a hurry, and he galloped away, crossing the vast waterway, and finally rushed out of a misty water surface!

"Whoosh!"

He had just jumped out of the water when he saw a white feathered arrow shoot at him!

Its momentum is urgent, with Feng Ziyue's current cultivation, he was caught off guard, and for a while, he couldn't dodge!

This is a peerless arrow!

An arrow from a congenital master!