The golden armored dragon licked the wound, and countless auras gathered and turned into countless runes, slowly repairing its body, but this kind of damage is not so easy to recover.
As a living being concretized by the gathering of the national fate of the Great Winning God Dynasty, every inch of flesh and blood is not real flesh and blood, but it is a living being with independent will.
Everything about it is closely related to the Great Ying Dynasty, and it is the one that can truly represent the existence of the Great Ying Dynasty. If the Dynasty is weak, it will also weaken. If the Dynasty is strong, it will expand its territory and it will evolve.
Emperor Ying just placed his foundation in the Great Ying Dynasty, and this golden-armored dragon really placed everything in the Great Ying Dynasty.
Seeing Qin Yang flying, the golden-armored dragon raised its eyelids, but didn't react vigilantly. Qin Yang lured away the strange beast, which was regarded as saving its life, and Qin Yang had a pure real dragon aura.
And the biggest hope of the Golden Armored Flood Dragon is that one day, it will get rid of the shackles of the Great Ying Dynasty and truly transform into a dragon. At that time, it will transform into a real dragon.
It's a pity that that day was too far away, so far away that it was out of reach.
Qin Yang flew over and stared at the golden-armored dragon, rehearsing it hundreds of times in his mind.
The hope that the plan can go ahead without killing Emperor Ying's Dharma Body lies in the golden armored dragon in front of him, which represents the will of the Great Ying God Dynasty, but it happens to be a golden armored dragon with independent will.
Qin Yang thought about it for a long time, but decided to go straight in. As the incarnation of national destiny, this golden-armored dragon is born with many magical powers.
"Do you want to turn into a real dragon?"
After Qin Yang finished speaking, he immediately mobilized the power in Haiyan's eyes as soon as he thought about it, and the pure breath of the real dragon dissipated.
Hearing Qin Yang's words, the golden-armored dragon, which did not react at all, suddenly opened its eyes, and Qin Yang's figure was reflected in the huge vertical pupils.
In its eyes, Qin Yang's image slowly changed, turning into a real dragon with wings on its back.
Just seeing this reflection, the Golden Armored Flood Dragon couldn't help but backed away a little distance, and the figure of Ying Long reflected in his pupils suddenly shattered.
Qin Yang stretched out his hand, Yinglong's blood gushed out, and flew towards the golden armored dragon.
"This is the blood essence of the Great God Yinglong. He personally gave it to me. It not only has power, but also belongs to the power and inheritance of the Great God Yinglong. As a dragon who has the hope of turning into a real dragon, you may get some blood from it. .¡±
This ball of blood essence was indeed Ying Long's blood essence. Qin Yang swallowed a ball at that time. Although that ball was only a drop to Ying Long, the huge power was far beyond the limit of what he could digest.
It's just that less than one percent of it has been digested. As materials, it is already the limit to promote the Dragon Blood Treasure Technique and repair the injuries of the foundation of the physical body. Stored in Haiyan, he will be forced to change his bloodline to transform into a dragon.
This is Qin Yang's bargaining chip.
However, the Golden Armored Flood Dragon couldn't take his eyes off the ball of Yinglong's blood essence, but he still endured it and didn't accept it. After a long time, his eyes turned to Qin Yang, and he spoke out.
"No matter what you want, I can't give it to you."
"As the incarnation of the national fate of the Great Ying God Dynasty, you should be able to feel that Emperor Ying's true self has completely disappeared." Qin Yang said suddenly.
The pupils of the golden-armored dragon shrank suddenly, and slowly straightened up, looking down at Qin Yang with its huge dragon eyes.
Qin Yang looked calm and said to himself.
"Emperor Ying's Dharma body of the emperor was also conspired by the former emperor, and he completely left the territory of the Great Ying Dynasty. It is a place where it is impossible to borrow the power of the Great Ying. The world of death is the Emperor Yin's mausoleum. It is his home field, and there are hundreds of millions of powerful people who will be buried with him.
Even though Emperor Ying's dharma body can kill all directions, it is impossible for him to rush out from there, because that painting was written by one of the twelve ancient masters.
No matter what everyone, including you, thinks or looks at, the fact is that Da Ying has completely lost the emperor. "
Speaking of this, Qin Yang's face was calm, and his tone gradually turned into a cold statement.
"But now that the previous dynasty is causing trouble, their hidden power will definitely take this opportunity to explode with all their strength. There are many people who secretly defected from the court, and there are also many people who sit on the fence and wait and see.
You must know what has happened over the years. As long as there is chaos, the cracking of the soil becomes the king, and the uprising is like a plague, it will be uncontrollable.
&The faces of all the people who held posts in the early morning were as pale as paper, and that solemn and deep shout seemed to explode in the hearts of all of them.
Emperor Ying passed away.
All of a sudden, turbulent winds and celestial phenomena changed, permeating the entire Great Ying Dynasty.
Even those who haven't heard that sentence, when they see the blood clouds all over the sky, the heaven and the earth are weeping, the land of the gods, and all things bow their heads, they will understand one thing.
This is the death of the emperor.
Qin Yang stepped down from the altar, put away all the sacrificial vessels, and distributed half of Yinglong's blood essence to the sluggish golden-armored dragon.
As the incarnation of the fate of the country, it truthfully announced the death of Emperor Ying, which was equivalent to cutting itself, but the long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain.
The incarnation of National Fortune can no longer sense the existence of Yingdi himself = Yingdi himself is dead.
Well, the truth is indeed like this, there is nothing wrong with it.
"Brother Long, you have fused the essence and blood of Yinglong, so you can cultivate well. Leave the rest to me. If you don't mind, from today on, you and I will be brothers of different fathers and mothers!"
Qin Yang bowed his hands and turned to leave the Longmai Ancestral Court
In the world of death, Emperor Ying's dharma body holds the Tianzi sword in one hand, and strolls through the courtyard among thousands of troops. Even without the blessing of the power of the Great Ying Dynasty, he is still beyond the realm of dharma body. the strong.
Emperor Ying's deity has entered the Nian Hai for ten thousand years. During these ten thousand years, it is he, the emperor's Dharma body, who has used the power of the Great Ying Dynasty to practice.
Even though he is not yet a real Taoist monarch, his strength has far surpassed that of the dharma body.
In the world of death, the countless martyrs and masters of the dead are not his single-handed enemies, and they can be wiped out with a wave of hand, at most it's just a waste of time.
He passed through the dense obstacles of the dead, and headed all the way to Emperor Yin's mausoleum. He wanted to go into the deepest part of the mausoleum and kill Emperor Yin completely.
Just suddenly, the footsteps of Emperor Ying's dharma body stopped, his body trembled, and phantoms appeared around him, and countless divine lights gushed out, transforming into a cloud and heaven.
Under the Yunxiao Tiangong, the gate of God stands proudly, and the steps of the sky are like pillars, and further down is the territory of the Great Ying Dynasty that has been transformed.
This huge territory of the Great Yingshen Dynasty is the foundation supporting the Yunxiao Tiangong.
But now, this illusory territory of the Great Ying Dynasty is shining with divine light, slowly blurring and dissipating.
Losing its support, the Yunxiao Tiangong, which was too majestic to look directly at, suddenly fell and turned into countless divine lights, pouring into Yingdifa's body again.
Emperor Ying's Dharma body staggered, his unstoppable power and domineering posture of strolling in the garden all disappeared.
His aura, from surpassing the dharma body, plummeted all the way to the later stage of the dharma body, and it was barely stable.
His face, which was always calm when the sky fell, finally changed color when it encountered the real sky falling.
"This deityhas fallen?"
Emperor Ying's dharma body was horrified. All his confidence, well, not to mention everything, at least 95% of his confidence came from the deity. If the deity fell, he would be just a dharma body of the emperor.
In other words, he is just an ordinary strong man.
Sensing the changes here, those dead who came forward to die to stop them all stopped.
Emperor Yin stepped on a giant black python and walked out of the imperial mausoleum. He looked at Emperor Ying in the distance and laughed up to the sky. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com