Star of Civilization

"But... why is it okay?" The young man looked at the gray and black elders who suddenly united the front with a strange look, and asked a little bit surprised.

"Because we will become immortal."

The gray-robed old man turned his back, did not look at him, and said something.

"what?"

"Yeah, we dragons should rely on ourselves in the end." The black robe old man rolled his eyes, meditated for a moment, and forced a weird smile on his calm face, "Besides, we still have many artifacts in our hands."

On their own?

The white messenger couldn't see what he was thinking on his face. After silently repeating a sentence, his eyes rolled:

"But the fertility rate of our dragons has been almost negative for tens of thousands of centuries! Time should have been our ally, but now it has become an enemy. How can there be so many dragons to deal with those..." The young man was puzzled Tao.

"Then go find the same kind."

The gray-robed old man smiled while looking at the young man. "You don't want to reproduce the old glory and see the unmatched dragon army?"

The young man was taken aback for a moment, "Look for the same kind? You mean..."

Halfway through the conversation, the young man's pupils gleamed with brilliance.

Of course he knew that there were many secret treasures in the hands of the Dragon Race, which were all left by the original god.

The original **** is the greatest **** of the dragon clan. Not only created the dragon race, but also created many other races, which can be said to be the creator gods of the entire world.

He gave the dragon clan strong vitality and abilities, as well as immortal dignity. Since the legendary age, the dragon clan has been keeping the artifacts and guarding the secrets of the original god.

It is said that those artifacts are the heritage used by the original gods to create the world. Once used, even ordinary humans can have the power of dragons.

But for some obvious reasons, dragons seldom use it easily, or they dare not use it.

The gray-robed old man meant that in the face of today's predicament, the dragons wanted to expand the army and could imitate the methods of their ancestors and use divine tools.

In humans and other races, find suitable agents, and then spread the faith of the original gods.

Teach them profound knowledge and secrets far beyond the times, and form a powerful alliance led by dragons, allowing these races to obtain almost the same divine power as the dragons and jointly fight against evil forces.

In the past, the dragons had spread the belief in the original gods to other races, and they also had a group of loyal followers.

Later, due to unpredictable changes, the weak vitality of these believers could not resist the impact of the torrent of time, and the generations became inferior to the generations.

In the end, the belief in the original **** gradually declined.

At that time, it was the ice age.

The continent is frozen by the extremely cold climate, and the only living space has become extremely tense. Many races have been ruthlessly eliminated by nature in the harsh environment that lasted for hundreds of thousands of years.

And some foreign races who do not know where they came from, and believe in evil gods took advantage of their emptiness and continued to rise, further compressing their living space.

Fights and conflicts spread all over the planet. In the face of the temper of blood and fire, and the cruel facts of life and death, many races were completely suppressed, fleeing into the darkness to linger, or driven out of the stage of history.

The dragons also experienced great ordeal.

They become lazy and weary, disturbed by the long-term infertility. So, no longer caring about the disputes in the secular world, chose to sleep in the ancient temple and continue to look after those artifacts.

Until one day, I was awakened by the terrifying disaster that set off stormy waves...

The white messenger is the youngest generation in the dragon clan. After all, the seniority is still relatively young. Although he has heard of these past events, he still has no idea what to do.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, but after another thought, he seemed to feel unable to continue.

I could only shook his head awkwardly and said, "Maybe I remembered it wrong, let's go and see the scene first, I hope I can save something."

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After a while.

The angels of the dragon clan rose into the air again, transformed into giant dragons, and flew towards the destroyed palace and altar.

At this time, the waves had already submerged the foot of the mountain, and the entire lake area was lifted by several tens of meters. The water poured down from a high place and overflowed the forest, almost invisible to the crown of the tallest tree.

It seems that everything around will soon be swallowed up.

The light in the sinkhole also disappeared, and it was swallowed up by the flood in an instant.

The thick cloud cover is densely covered with lightning, and before it strikes, there will be heavy downpours, which intensifies the flash floods.

When night fell, they were already standing on a ruined wall.

Looking around, the three dragons were horrified by everything in front of them.

The **** and terrifying scenes were vividly presented. The tragic deaths of priests and guards were withered, and the palace destroyed in the earthquake was full of bodies.

The main hall collapsed, leaving only half of it crumbling, and the other half fell into the cliff valley.

The three dragons rose up, floated in the air, looked around, and fell straight toward the temple at the top of the altar.

"That's right! It's the poisonous blood mist, which sucked their lives."

"Oh, it's already pretty good... With a human body, I actually resisted for so long. This woman's willpower is amazing."

The gray-robed old man walked to the center of the temple and glanced at the horizontal body on the steps.

I saw Du Taniditi's hand, still deeply sinking into the masonry, cracks like ugly patches all over the floor, and dry fingers twisted and gray, not as delicate as when they first saw it.

"Oh, poor and hateful humans--" The gray-robed old man sighed, his cold face twitched unconsciously.

This sexy, charming, cold and lazy queen has long lost its vitality, and the corpse has become as cold as her face.

On the cracked floor, the crown of the Quinting royal family fell beside her as cold as usual.

A few gems are still inlaid on it, shining brightly. But the void in the middle shows that there should be a gem here.

"She is considered a strong human, but too stupid." The black robe old man shook his head and followed.

"It's too powerful... That kind of power, the power to extract the soul is too powerful!" As soon as the pale young man landed on the ground, he walked to the empress's corpse, looked at it, and said with an indescribable expression. "When the breath of death appeared, she only lasted a moment, right?"

"It looks like it is. What did she do?" The gray-robed old man looked around, but did not find the huge soul crystal pillar.

The black-robed old man raised his head ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and saw the exquisite murals painted on the walls, both praising the empress and praising other gods.

Following the faintly cracked look, his eyes fell on the hole at the top of the temple, and he let out a "Huh" sound.

"It seems that something flew out. The ceiling was destroyed from here."

The white messenger followed the black-robed old man's eyes, and he saw the destroyed ceiling, and immediately flew up to check.

He closed his eyes, and his spiritual power surged, opening up the dragon's unique super senses.

"It's blood mist... the blood of humans is mixed with the breath of death..."

"And the distorted matter, um... is it the power of the black evil?"

At this moment, the gray-robed old man's surprise sounded from below the white messenger.

"Hey...this thing is not quite right..."

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