Why did Kong Ming do this? What exactly did he want to do? The man knew that everything Kong Ming did had inevitable reasons and purposes, but he really couldn't figure out what purpose it was for and needed to give out a piece of magic dragon crystal!

That is the magic dragon crystal! The magic dragon crystal that can forcibly extend ten percent of any creature's life! For people, it is a treasure that directly extends life for ten years!

In this world, I don’t know how many people pursue the way of immortality in order to continue their lives. In the years, countless people are obsessed with the power of the magic dragon crystal. However, the number of tyrant dragons is too rare and its power is too powerful. With the power of humans, no matter how much resources are consumed, it is difficult to obtain one.

Once the dragon is really killed and obtained by taking the Demon Dragon Crystal, it will inevitably cause countless bloody disputes, because there are only one Demon Dragon Crystal, and countless people want to live for ten years. Selfishness, greed, **, killing, everything will arise. Therefore, in the human world, once the Demon Dragon Crystal appears, it will inevitably be a sky-high price. Eyes from all sides will gather, and countless powerful wrists will extend out in the dark.

So the small crystal seemed to besides its powerful life force, which also buried the root of all sins in human nature. Therefore, even men could not understand why Kongming gave such a precious thing to the old man on Fengqi Mountain. However, Jiang Shang just looked at the magic dragon crystal quietly. The expression between his eyebrows and eyes was a bit extraordinary. He was indeed shocked at the moment when the magic dragon crystal was first seen, but compared to unknown people, he was still much calmer. Perhaps he had lived for nearly a hundred years and had seen all kinds of strong winds and waves. So the shock flashed in his eyes for a moment and then left. But his eyes kept falling on the magic dragon crystal, and even in the moment that no one could notice, Gu Huai's pupils trembled faintly.

At that moment, Jiang Shang seemed to have his whole expression changed, but the unknown person in the deep shock could not notice this strange change. After a moment, Jiang Shang reached out and closed the wooden box, covering the strange black luster, then raised his eyes, looked at the unknown person, and said softly: "Mr. Zhuge's gift is probably a bit too expensive." "Old scholar, it's inappropriate." Jiang Shang said, gently pushing the wooden box half a foot until the unknown person.

The unknown person looked down at the wooden box in front of him. Although his eyes were a little hot, he stood up immediately and bowed to Jiang Shang. "I'm sure that Kongming will give this gift, I don't know. But since I was entrusted by him, I will give the gift to you. Now the gift has arrived, no matter whether it is expensive or not, it is yours." "So, please accept it."

Jiang Shangjing looked at the unknown person who stood up, and only glanced at the eyes that had exposed the dragon-faced eye holes, as if she had seen through the man wearing a white robe and a mask. It seemed that the unknown person did not know the details of this matter. So Jiang Shang stopped talking and nodded slightly, as if he had accepted the gift.

The unknown person was still quietly observing the old man's expression and breathed a little relieved. Although he still felt more enthusiastic when he looked at the wooden box containing the magic dragon crystal, this was a gift entrusted by Kong Ming after all. As long as the old man was willing to accept the gift, there was nothing he had to do, and there was no need to make a pity for Kong Ming.

Moreover, he still believed that since Kong Ming would send him to travel thousands of miles to deliver this magic dragon crystal, it must have an important purpose and far-reaching significance. "Inheriting Kong Ming's sincerity and loyalty to you. Old Master accepted this gift." Jiang Shangfu stared at the silent wooden box on the table again, looked up at the unknown person, and said in a deep voice, "As for the value of the gift, please thank Mr. Zhuge for me."

"Sure." Unknown man bowed his hand and said. He still maintained a standing posture without any intention of sitting down. "Old sir. Since the gift has been delivered and you have already accepted it, my mission will be over. If there is nothing to do, I will take it back." Unknown man said and was about to turn around and leave. However, Jiang Shang spoke and called him.

"Wait." "Is there anything else for the old man?" The unknown person looked at the old man in front of him in confusion and asked respectfully. "I thought about it and received such a valuable gift from Mr. Zhuge. I would like to write a letter to express my gratitude. Please ask the heroes to help me take it back to Jinyuan for him." Jiang Shang looked at the unknown man calmly and said, "Okay." The unknown person nodded and said. He thought about it. After receiving such a heavy gift from Kong Ming, it was indeed reasonable to write a letter, so he agreed without hesitation.

"Then please wait for me here, let me go back to my room and write a letter." After that, Jiang Shang stood up, picked up the ancient wutong stick that had been placed by the table, and slowly walked towards the room inside the temple. The unknown person wearing a dragon mask leaned under the table and looked at the cold tea on the table, waiting quietly.

In less than three minutes, the door opened again. Jiang Shang held the ancient wutong staff in one hand and the envelope in the other, and slowly walked to the bluestone table. "I'm sorry, the hero." Jiang Shang said, handing the letter in his hand to the dragon mask, falling heavily into the open space of the earth like a cannonball. In an instant, a loud bang that broke the sky and broke into the earth, and a large amount of sand and dust smoke exploded and rushed into the sky for dozens of meters. The heavy body of the tyrant dragon smashed a huge hole on the hard ground under the impact of huge kinetic energy.

Its huge body, which was more than 20 meters long, was smashed into the pit, and was smashed to pieces after this terrifying fall. It was not until a moment later that the giant's body stopped moving again, and the people on the ground finally breathed with confidence. At this point, all the tyrant dragons left on the battlefield in Lingcheng fell and died.

Yu Ji rode the Bai Yelong and flew slowly in the void. Her eyes gazed at the battlefield where she finally stopped roaring. She couldn't help but sigh and felt extremely tired. On the earth where sand and dust were floating, the huge body of the tyrant dragon was already scattered. From the beginning, the tyrant dragon that was stabbed to death by countless people with swords, a total of ten tyrant dragons died here, and the ground was covered with the corpses of ten tyrant dragons.

After death, the tyrant who once soared in the sky to intimidate all things fell stiffly on the ground in various ugly and embarrassing postures. He was blown by the wind and made a torn sad sound. And the hot and noble tyrant dragon blood also flowed from the wound, soaking into the deep earth mother to nourish all things.

——Five miles east of Xianyang Palace City, is a huge gathering place for rivers and mountains. The ancient peaks that last thousands of meters long stretch into ridges, and the rivers passing through Qin and Chu gather into rivers. Under the sunset, the reflections of the mountains will be red like fireworks in the sunset. In the moonlit night, the mirror of the river will be covered with beautiful white frost.

When the long wind passes, it will blow the pine forests in the mountains and stir up waves of pine waves. The plum rain will fall, decorate the waves on the river surface and sparkle. Here, this mysterious, colorful and picturesque place is Qianjiangling, a famous military important place in the history of Qin and Chu. With the ten thousand Qin and Chu troops coming out of the last 250,000 troops of Qin and Chu, the strongest military atmosphere has dissipated the Qianjiangling.

Although there are still a large number of military relics in the depths of the mountains surrounded by rivers, none of this can affect the beauty of the mountains and rivers. Gradually, Qianjiangling restored the long-lost harmony and tranquility. At this moment, the mysterious man wearing a linen cloak was alone on the bank of the river, looking at the willow trees and the wind shaking across the river.

When the afternoon sun is lazy, the mountains and rivers begin to feel sleepy, and everything in the scenery becomes quieter. Only the egrets standing on the driftwood by the river still light up the ripples on the river surface, chirping leisurely. The mysterious man looked at them, as if he was looking at another way, even if everyone sleeps with history and time, he must drag his old body and wake up in this era when the storm is approaching.

Because he is, "Night Watcher". "It seems that it's too early..." The mysterious man sighed, and his old body seemed to be about to fall into the wind. "Well, let's have a sleep here first." The mysterious man turned around and walked slowly towards the pine forest on the mountain. But after walking a few steps, the mysterious man suddenly couldn't help but turn around, looked at the calm and peaceful river surface, and sighed regretfully.

"What a pity... Qianjiangling is such a good mountain and river." Qianjiang, as if he had understood the words of the mysterious man, secretly stirred up a layer of turmoil on the calm river surface, and a faint sound of water flowing. However, the mysterious man listened to the shouts of Jiangliu, but no longer stayed. After sighing, he walked into the forest.

In fact, if an eagle flies through the sky and looks downward, it will appear that this deep Yangtze River flow surrounding the mountains is faintly outlined in the basin within thousands of meters into a character. The word "Wu". Because of this, a hundred years ago, this picturesque Qianjiangling was actually called Wujiangling. This Qianjiang River, which gathers countless rivers, was actually originally named Wujiangling.

Therefore, the place where the mysterious man arrived first at this moment was actually the land of fate written by Zhang Liang's prophecy - Wujiang! - Lingcheng battlefield. The hell rock soul Lian Po roared to the sky and mentioned the only power left in his body. At that time, his huge rock body was covered with countless cracks, and it seemed that a strong wind would crack and collapse.

However, the hell rock soul Lian Po endured the heavy injuries and stood firm on the earth. He tried his best to stimulate the remaining power, causing bright green light to spread out from the gaps in the meridians throughout his body. And with the huge roar that resounded through the sky, the green light in his eyes fiercely locked the enemy soaring in the sky.

Then he suddenly raised two huge rock arms that were ten meters long, and violently grabbed the tyrant dragon that was about to rise to the sky with a might of overwhelming force. The last tyrant dragon! At this time, Zhong Wuyan, who was standing on the shoulder of the hell rock soul, immediately reacted. So before the last violent attack of the giant Lian Po, she jumped down from her shoulder, and after several bounces, she safely landed on the ground.

That is, at the same time, the last tyrant dragon was roaring in the air. It swung its huge body that was twenty meters long and slammed its two huge dragon wings with all its strength. However, no matter how hard it struggled, it could not get rid of the two giant hands that grasped its hind feet and tail. The two huge rock palms held the tyrant dragon tightly, and the power as heavy as a mountain was pressing down. No matter how hard the tyrant dragon tried, it was destined to be unable to escape.

At this time, Lian Po, the hell rock soul, who stood tall with a thirty-meter giant body, suddenly burst out from his arms with a huge force, and then grabbed the tyrant dragon's body weighing dozens of tons in the boundless void. The last tyrant dragon did not react at all. His huge body was driven by a huge force and forced a circle in the sky.

In the middle of a turn, the quiet air in the sky was swirled into a terrifying huge roar, and the tyrant dragon was swung dizzy in the stirring of the roar, without even a roar. However, the hell rock soul Lian Po grabbed the tyrant dragon's body and forced it into three circles in the sky. After three circles, the tyrant dragon was almost fainted, and its body weighing dozens of tons was accumulated by the huge rotational force to produce a large rotational kinetic energy that was difficult to estimate.

At this moment, Lian Po, the hell rock soul who was swinging the body of the tyrant dragon with huge force, suddenly moved his arms down and at the same time let the hands he was holding tightly. The tyrant dragon's body dragged with huge kinetic energy, fell heavily into the open space of the earth like a cannonball. In an instant, a huge sound that broke the sky and broke into the earth exploded and a large amount of dust and smoke directly surged into the sky for dozens of meters. The tyrant dragon's heavy body smashed a huge hole on the hard ground under the impact of huge kinetic energy.

Its huge body, which was more than 20 meters long, was smashed into the pit, and was smashed to pieces after this terrifying fall. It was not until a moment later that the giant's body stopped moving again, and the people on the ground finally breathed with confidence. At this point, all the tyrant dragons left on the battlefield in Lingcheng fell and died.

Yu Ji rode the Bai Yelong and flew slowly in the void. Her eyes gazed at the battlefield where she finally stopped roaring. She couldn't help but sigh and felt extremely tired. On the earth where sand and dust were floating, the huge body of the tyrant dragon was already scattered. From the beginning, the tyrant dragon that was stabbed to death by countless people with swords, a total of ten tyrant dragons died here, and the ground was covered with the corpses of ten tyrant dragons.

The tyrant who once soared in the sky to intimidate everything, after his death, also fell stiffly on the ground in various ugly and embarrassing postures. He was blown by the wind and made a torn sad sound.

(End of this chapter)
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