Primordial Mist Nine Regions, each region had a seal.
There were a total of nine.
Long Fei walked around the Primordial Mist Eight Regions to unlock all the seals and kill all the demons from the outer regions. The dragon swords were all in his interspatial ring.
The ninth dragon sword was in the Heaven Domain.
Long Fei had never been to the sealed grounds in the Heaven Domain. Where did the ninth dragon sword come from?
If Long Fei saw the nine dragon swords, he would definitely have questions in his heart.
Because he did not know what was going on.
It was actually very simple.
The seal in the Heaven Domain had long been unlocked by the Mystic Thearch, and the ancient evil demons had also been released. As for the dragon sword … it was dropped from killing the Mystic Thearch image.
However, at that time, Long Fei did not care about what the Mystic Thearch image had dropped. He had always been thinking about killing.
The nine swords quietly floated beside Long Fei.
The dragon sword said: "Master has already lost his fighting spirit, we have to speed up."
"Big brother, is it okay for us to make a decision like this?"
"Should we wait for Master to wake up before making a decision? After all … you know Master's temper. He will definitely be unhappy without his consent."
"That's right!"
"We really can't make a decision like restoring the Eternal Dragon Body."
…
The nine dragon swords all had different attributes.
At the same time.
They knew their mission. Guarding the seal was only one of them. Helping Long Batian's reincarnation to restore the Eternal Dragon Body was their true mission.
Now that the nine swords were gathered, Long Fei was also soaking in the Dragon Ancestor's blood essence.
The nine swords and the dragon blood were all prepared.
Now, they were waiting for Long Fei to restore his dragon body.
But now …
He had no will to fight at all. His entire body had completely sunk into oblivion.
He was too tired.
He just wanted to close his eyes and rest. Whether he died or slept, he just didn't want to care about anything now. In his consciousness, he had done everything he could and tried his best to do what he couldn't do. In the end, he still couldn't change the outcome.
All along, his goal had been to overturn the Heaven Race and trample the Mystic Thearch to death. But now, killing a Mystic Thearch image was so troublesome.
If the Mystic Thearch appeared, would he still be a match?
Definitely not.
The black and white illusory figures were very strong, but Long Fei felt that the Mystic Thearch was even stronger. If not, why would the two illusory figures appear in the Divine Palace on behalf of the Mystic Thearch?
Be it the black-haired phantom or the white-haired phantom, they were both existences that could completely crush him.
Long Fei couldn't think of a solution.
The essence blood had been used up.
The power of eternal life was used up.
He had used all the strength he could muster, but in the end, he still wasn't a match for him.
He had always wanted to step on the Mystic Thearch's head one day and look down on him. He said, "You better f * cking continue to be arrogant for me!"
He had been working hard.
In the face of setbacks, Long Fei would grit his teeth and endure it. He would step on every stumbling block and seize every opportunity with all his might.
He stepped into the Primordial World.
The Western Regions were destroyed. Buried in a black hole.
Barging into the Eternal Life Palace was a near-death experience. If not for his mother's protection in his sea of consciousness, he would already be dead.
Every time was incomparably difficult. Long Fei tried his best to move forward.
In order to overturn the Heaven Race and trample the Mystic Thearch to death, he worked hard. But now … He still couldn't do it. His strength was still not enough.
Even with his full strength, he was only able to kill a phantom.
He was tired.
His taut nerves relaxed.
He was running away now, not wanting to face it, not wanting to think about those things.
He just wanted to lie quietly in this Dragon Blood Lake.
It didn't matter if he died or lived.
Even. Long Fei wanted to return to Earth and be an ordinary otaku. His life was a little bitter, he had no money, no girls, and he had to hold his phone and look at the computer every day. Maybe this kind of life didn't have a dream, but at least he wouldn't be as tired as he was now. Of course, he didn't regret coming to this world.
。
Life was at least exciting.
No matter how high the sky was, he could climb it.
No matter how vast the sea was, he would always succeed if he could swim.
But right now, Long Fei was facing a mountain that was unknown how tall and wide it was. It was a mountain that he could not climb over.
It was too difficult. He didn't have any hope at all.
… ….
"No!"
"Master's will to fight is getting weaker and weaker. It's almost gone now. If this continues, Master will really fall into an eternal slumber."
"Moreover!"
"If we don't complete our mission now, I'm afraid we won't have the chance to do it in the future." Long Jian looked at the sky. He could feel the pressure of the dark divine power on the surface of the lake.
If he didn't recover his Eternal Dragon Body, he might die here.
"Can you do it?"
"Since big brother has said so, let's do it."
"That guy on the lake is too powerful. He seems to be one of the three great demons, the Dark Demon."
"Isn't there another Bai Mo?"
"How did these two fellows escape from the seal?"
"Now is not the time to talk about this, now is the time for Master to recover his Eternal Dragon Body. As long as his physical body awakens, there is nothing to be afraid of."
"Come!"
The nine swords were of one mind.
In an instant.
The nine swords were unsheathed, and the dragon roared.
Long Jian said with a deep voice, "It's begun!"
"Buzz!"
The Sword Qi trembled, and the waves on the surface of the Dragon Blood Lake started to churn. The power on the nine swords was surging, and the dragon's roar came from the sword.
The nine swords were like nine ancient dragon gods.
It was also at this time.
The soul essence of the thirteen Dragons from Long Fei's Space Ring floated out and surrounded Long Fei's body.
The dragon sword moved, "Sword, Dragon, Soul, Blood!"
"Move!"
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With an explosive sound, all of the power rushed into Long Fei's body.
Long Fei's body trembled.
"Bam!"
The powerful energy that had been injected into his body was instantly bounced out. The nine swords shook and quickly flew out.
"What's going on?"
"I told you that boss wouldn't agree."
"He must have rejected it."
Long Fei's body rejected this power.
Long Jian said: "No, Master will not reject any strong power. He might have lost his fighting spirit right now, and his subconscious has closed."
Actually.
Long Jian said it very tactfully.
Long Fei actually didn't want to live anymore.
The other dragon swords secretly tightened, "Then what do we do now?"
"How can we restore Master's fighting spirit?"
"That's right, what should we do?"
"Master's subconscious is already closed, who can enter his mind?"
If a person wanted to die, he would shut everything out of his mind.
Long Jian's heart sank.
Suddenly.
He directly flew out of the lake. "Buzz!"
It was also at this time.
Murong Xiong was flipped over by the black hair shadow, and landed heavily on the ground.
Long Jian said loudly: "I need your help, I need you to awaken Master, awaken his fighting spirit, or else Master will fall into a deep sleep forever."
When the black-haired shadow saw Long Jian, a black light flashed in his eyes, and he said angrily: "Long Jian? The Sealing Sword formed by the Dragon God. "
"As expected!"
"It really is the reincarnation of Long Batian!"
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