From space to the world, it takes trillions of years

Chapter 184 Dragon Lord

"I'm sorry!" Wang Chonglin whispered, not knowing whether this was directed to Long Jun or to express his apology to Zhiren.

Without hesitation, he swung his sword and cut off Zhiren Zhima's right hind leg.

Then he picked it up with the prepared jade bottle, threw it into the storage bag, and was about to escape.

At that moment, he really wanted to take all the people and horses away.

A second-level life-extending spiritual object is enough to drive any Foundation Establishment Master who is nearing the end of his life span crazy.

Several generations of Dragon Kings have protected the human race on Leiyang Lake for thousands of years. Although offerings are made every year, the amount involved is difficult to measure with spirit stones.

If it weren't for the fact that Lingyi Zhenren treated him like a reborn parent, Wang Chonglin would never have the mind or courage to enter the Dragon Palace to steal the treasure.

If the truth comes out, he will be criticized by other monks.

Now that he has done such a disloyal and unjust thing, he should not continue to make the same mistake again.

There was no blood at the broken part of Zhima, and spiritual energy erupted briefly, but it healed quickly.

The villain's face was still confused, but the look he gave Wang Chonglin was even more fearful.

The whole process seemed to take a long time, but now it was only quarter of an hour before he stepped into the underwater dragon palace.

Wang Chonglin was guilty and in a short while he had already rushed to the door of the treasury.

There was scattered spiritual gold all over the ground on both sides of the crack, which was only wide enough for one person to enter and exit, but he did not take away any of it.

Just as I was about to walk out of the corridor that was dozens of meters long, a figure appeared at the end.

He was suddenly startled, but he only had time to see that it was a middle-aged man with a handsome face and sharp eyes.

The two inconspicuous short horns on the top of his head indicate his extraordinary status.

"Dragon Lord!"

This was the last vague consciousness in his mind, and then he could no longer control his body, as if his spiritual consciousness was wandering aimlessly in the void.

When Wang Chonglin came to his senses from his daze, he found himself in a magnificent hall.

This is probably the Dragon Palace on the island, and the style of the scenery looks somewhat familiar.

He was running away when he was arrested just now, and now he is standing again, without even changing his posture.

What is the golden elixir? This is the golden elixir.

The foundation-building cultivators were like dust in his hands and were easily moved here and there.

The only hope left in Wang Chonglin's heart finally disappeared without a trace.

There were steps ahead, but he didn't dare to look up at the figure above that seemed to be shining with infinite light.

"Do you admit your guilt?" A majestic voice sounded, speaking in the human language.

"Wang knows his crime." His master's hope of extending his life was dashed, and he himself was imprisoned. Wang Chonglin was dispirited and hunched over.

"I see that you are not very old, why do you want to take the risk and steal my longevity Zhiren Zhima?"

He forced himself to remain calm, stood up straight, bowed and said, "I have only been practicing for a short time, but my master's life span is almost exhausted.

Now that this despicable act has been caught, Wang will leave it to the Dragon Lord to deal with."

Now that it has come to this, it doesn’t matter whether the master’s identity is exposed or not.

Lord Long saw that his expression was genuine, and a hint of surprise appeared in his originally calm heart.

In the world of cultivating immortals, there are many cases of intrigue and deception, and there are many cases of masters and apprentices, fathers and sons turning against each other.

In order to prolong the life of his master, he risked his life to steal the treasure of Jindan Zhenjun. What a deep affection and courage.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but use a little trick.

This is a simplified version of the magical power, which is barely enough for those with Golden Core cultivation.

Wang Chonglin only felt his consciousness becoming hazy again, and he recalled every detail of the past fifty years.

Is this the Dragon King ending his own life and starting to look at his life again?

At this moment, he didn't seem to regret it.

Even for a foundation-building cultivator whose intelligence is thousands of times superior to that of an ordinary person, it is difficult to empathize.

Master Lingyi hoped that he would remain useful, but he would rather sacrifice his own life and the lives of his master's descendants in order to let him live a few more years.

After learning the whole story, the old Dragon King, who had lived for nearly a thousand years, showed some emotion on his face.

But he quickly restrained it and no one noticed anything unusual.

“Since you are so filial, I will give you this hind leg of a horse from a Zhiren.

However, the majesty of the Dragon Palace that has lasted for thousands of years cannot be easily lost in my hands.

I will cut off one of your arms to serve as a warning to others."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Chonglin's left arm was cut off at the root. However, the blood was wrapped by the true essence and condensed without falling.

He only felt a flash of light around him, and the next moment he appeared out of thin air on Leiyang Lake a thousand miles away.

"The Jade Face Silver Silk Horse can prolong your life by thirty years, but it is only effective when taken for the first time.

It is a great opportunity for a cultivator to extend his life once. When the time comes, the soul will be facing collapse again, and even a third-level spiritual creature will be powerless to save it.

During these thirty years, you should cherish the days of mutual support with your master and not let him take risks again."

The words of the Dragon King were still buzzing in his mind. He kowtowed three times and bowed nine times respectfully to the Dragon Palace, then flew south at a very fast speed with a pale face.

His combat power was damaged after his arm was broken. Although Zhima has the endorsement of the Dragon King and his role is limited to prolonging his life, he still has to be careful about being snatched away by cultivators and big monsters.

The effective range of the second-level communication talisman is only over 100,000 miles, and I may not be able to find the master in a short time.

The most important thing is to get the master back as soon as possible so that the baby can rest in peace.

When Chen Yu heard the news that Master Lan Xuan had returned in the market town, he went to visit him immediately.

After knocking on the door a few times, he heard the bolt fall off.

Wang Chonglin appeared in the yard, and his arms seemed to have recovered.

With the help of elixirs, it would be easy for a Foundation Establishment Master to regenerate a severed limb.

However, the newly grown arm had not undergone years of tempering with spiritual energy, and was far inferior to the original limb in terms of the fluidity of its true energy and physical physique.