The long spear pierced through the air and the black chains appeared again.
This time, Yang Xuan was able to clearly see that the chains that had emerged from the spear did not enter the air, but were instead connected to the giant statue behind Lang Yi.
Under the investigation of Yang Xuan's Divine Thought, he finally found that the moment the long spear pierced out, a strange and extremely cold power emerged from the huge statue and merged into the long spear.
Chi!
The long spear brushed past Yang Xuan's face and the sound of the chains rubbing against each other was still vivid in his ears.
Yang Xuan withdrew his finger and allowed the long spear to return. However, just as the chains were about to return, he suddenly reached out and grabbed one of them.
Roar!
At that moment, Yang Xuan seemed to hear an extremely crazy roar like an ancient giant beast that shook the heavens and the earth.
The next moment, the chain that he grabbed disappeared and Lang Yi's long spear once again surged towards him with a sky full of afterimages.
Yang Xuan finally felt Lang Yi's strength clearly.
He was in the late stage of the Great Emperor Realm and had yet to reach the peak.
Chi!
Yang Xuan's hand disappeared and reappeared in an instant and then climbed onto Lang Yi's long spear.
Lang Yi was shocked and struggled to get up, trying to pull the long spear back.
However, Yang Xuan would not let him succeed and only squeezed gently in front of him.
In the next moment, the black long spear that was shining with a metallic light suddenly shattered and turned into a cloud of black gas that dissipated into the Void.
Lang Yi's face instantly turned pale and bloodless. He trembled and flew backwards.
Yang Xuan was about to chase after him but stopped and his fingers bloomed like a flower.
Bang bang bang …
Continuous soft sounds shook the Void and the chains that attacked from all directions were bounced back by Yang Xuan and disappeared into the Void again.
During this delay, Lang Yi, who was flying backwards, landed in the palm of the statue.
"Peak of the Great Emperor Realm?" Lang Yi exclaimed and his face was full of shock and disbelief.
"Wrong!" Yang Xuan said coldly. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the air.
In the next moment, endless flames were born from the Void and turned into rivers of fire, setting off monstrous waves.
Whoosh!
The whole world was burning. In just an instant, the black armor on Lang Yi's body turned into metal liquid and then quickly vaporized and disappeared.
Crack!
The huge stone statue could not withstand the high temperature and huge cracks appeared on its body.
"The power of two Emperors?" Lang Yi's body shook violently and his eyes bulged. His expression became dull.
The flames that filled the sky suddenly converged and transformed into a giant flaming hand in an instant. Then, it pressed down.
Rumble!
Tens of thousands of flaming thunderbolts were born in the void. They were like flowing lights and stars. They were densely packed and swarmed down from all directions.
It was not until then that Yang Xuan's fire magic could be considered to have achieved great success.
Lang Yi's face was full of fear. His skin quickly cracked and dried under the high temperature. There was no blood, only white bones.
"Ah!!!" Lang Yi screamed in pain. His voice was miserable.
He was about to be burned into nothingness by Yang Xuan's fire. However, at this moment, a strange sound came from the Void.
In the next moment, the statue that was about to collapse suddenly emitted a black light and endless black gas.
Yang Xuan felt that something was wrong. He withdrew the flames and grabbed at Lang Yi.
He wanted to capture the enemy alive.
However, in the next second, endless chains appeared again and wrapped around him. They pulled and dragged Lang Yi into the statue.
Yang Xuan's hand missed. Just as he was about to make another move, he saw the huge statue collapse and shatter into ordinary black stones on the ground.
Yang Xuan seemed to hear a cold snort.
The abnormality disappeared. The surroundings were a mess. The entire Ore Star had been destroyed beyond recognition.
Yang Xuan's Divine Thought spread out instantly and covered the starry sky.
However, he found nothing. The strange power, including Lang Yi, had disappeared inexplicably. Not even a trace of aura was left.
Yang Xuan's face became very ugly.
He had a feeling that Sirius seemed to be doing something big.
But every time, the statue would slip away right under his nose. This made him extremely angry.
Standing in the middle of the ruins, he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Only then did he gradually calm down.
The power in the statue had disappeared. He could not do anything for the time being.
He took out the white scale and sensed it slightly. He determined the location of the White Dragon.
This guy did not seem to have given up. He had not gone far and was still in this Star Field.
Ripples appeared under his feet. Yang Xuan stepped in directly. When he appeared again, he was standing in front of the White Dragon.
The White Dragon was startled. When it saw that it was Yang Xuan, it was relieved. It quickly asked, "How is it?"
Yang Xuan shook his head and said, "It ran away!"
The White Dragon was very upset. However, Yang Xuan guessed that it was because it could not eat.
Staring at the upset White Dragon, Yang Xuan suddenly remembered something.
This guy looked exactly like the legendary Divine Dragon in his hometown. Could it be that the legends about dragons were based on their race? If that was the case, did it mean that the Dragon Race had been to the Cerulean Star?
"Let me ask you something," Yang Xuan said. "In your race, how many … Hmm, dragons are there?
"Sigh, not many." The White Dragon did not doubt him. It sighed and said, "Our Dragon Race was small. Now, some are dead, some are gone. There are not many left. I estimate that there are more than ten."
"So few?" Yang Xuan was a little surprised. Logically speaking, the base number of each race in the universe was in the hundreds of millions. However, there were only ten dragons in their race.
"Yes, I've been here for thousands of years. I've only seen that guy, Crimson Black. I've never seen anyone else of my race," the White Dragon said.
"Crimson Black? The black dragon from last time? "Yang Xuan asked.
"Yes, that's him. He always snatches food from me. Damn it. The next time I see him, I'll beat him to death. Just thinking about him makes me angry," the White Dragon said angrily.
Yang Xuan looked at the way it was gnashing its teeth. He could probably guess why there were so few dragons in their race.
They were probably killed in a fight over food.
"Hmm, have you or any of your kind ever been to a place called the Blue Planet?" Yang Xuan asked, choosing his words carefully.
"Cerulean Star?" The White Dragon looked thoughtful. After thinking for a long time, it shook its head and said, "I don't remember. I've been to too many places."
Yang Xuan pondered for a moment and said the coordinates of the Cerulean Star.
This time, the White Dragon reacted. It showed an expression of sudden realization and said excitedly, "You're talking about that place. I've been there before."
Yang Xuan's eyes were strange. He thought to himself, Could it be that the legendary Dragon God in his hometown is this guy in front of him?
"When did you go?" Yang Xuan asked again.
"Well, let me think. Well, it seems to be a long time ago. Well, about ten thousand years ago, but I don't think it's that time. Who knows?" The White Dragon recalled. Then, it seemed to have remembered something and said happily, "Oh right, I remember now. At that time, I brought two people with me. Yes, yes, yes, they were humans like you."
Hmm?
Yang Xuan's eyes narrowed.
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