The Aolong Immortal King took out a jade box with a sealed talisman on it. The moment he opened it, a dragon power burst out with a breath of destruction, shocking everyone present.

The monks were shocked and looked sideways. There were three dragon scales placed in the jade box, the size of a palm, like a purple gold pouring, noble and mysterious, with fine natural spiritual patterns on it, which was very gorgeous.

"Is this the dragon scales of the real dragon, comparable to the sixth grade material!"

"It is not uncommon for Luo Tianzhang to obtain the remains of the real dragon, and it is not uncommon to take out the dragon scales."

"I am increasingly looking forward to the weapons in the Yan King Cauldron, which is definitely not ordinary."

Everyone was full of excitement and was waiting.

Qin Li was extremely calm, guarding the heavy Xuan Cauldron and slowly burning it with Li Fire, as if something was brewing, and the light became more and more restrained.

It's another three days.

The vision of the Yanwang Ding is even more amazing.

The dragon roar became more and more deafening, as if a dragon beast was imprisoned.

Moreover, golden light and black light were seeped out from the cauldron, and there seemed to be two forces fighting and fighting and fusion, raising terrifying fierce soldiers.

Day 7!

Everything is coming to an end.

"It's almost done, it's almost done!"

The mysterious immortal king's face was as white as paper, but his eyes were extremely shining, and he felt like he wanted to witness the birth of his child with his own eyes.

Qin Li also sat for seven days, but he was so energetic that he was waiting for a glimmer of opportunity.

At this time!

Heaven and earth change, spiritual energy riots.

The space became more and more distorted, and the ready-made destruction vortex, and the sky fire clouds rolled endlessly, like the waves of the sea, and the fire burst out, descending hundreds of fire meteors, melting glass platforms, burning mountains and forests, and piercing the peaks.

"What's going on? Why did the stable sky fire cloud riot?" Many monks were at a loss.

An old immortal king guessed: "Is it possible that he fell on the treasure cliff, and there was a supreme treasure falling, which caused the world to restlessness."

"I have heard similar legends. When the five-colored divine stone of the weapon immortal fell, it was like this, and the world changed in shock." Several old immortal kings agreed.

The Immortal King of Bixiao sneered: "Don't guess it, it's my master about to open the cauldron. It's normal for a fierce soldier to be born and cause trouble!"

Everyone nodded and agreed with this statement.

Sudden!

hold head high--

The Yan King Ding vibrated.

The dragon roars in the nine heavens and resounds through the sky.
Chapter completed!