Gulongshu

Ancient murals, shouts, beating torches, golden masks, wooden altars burning with fire... On a remote mountain and river, the priest is sitting on the cliff looking at the horizon! ——Quiet night sky Hua Hua Hua Hua Hua A golden dragon energy pressed down from the clouds and hit the mountain peak. Boom... Right after. The sound of rushing continued above the clouds. Thousands of dragon auras dropped down. The whistling sound was like Gu Long's heavy breathing. The mountains that strangle us and the hurricanes that we bring up. They all rolled up and flew towards the west! The leaves that had no time to escape followed and sprang up! A moment later, it returned to the clouds and disappeared. The priest raised his hands and chanted: "Ancient dragon art! The fallen stones sank to the bottom of the sea. The huge eye skeleton is inlaid with a moss-covered throne, and a bronze king sits on it. The vines nourish his blood! The moon is one of his eyes! "The priest was excited, dancing a dance of unknown name, and his shadow was on the stone wall, like a strange snake. "You will come back eventually, with the king's dragon skills!"