Chapter 1282: Page, in front of the bloody red fruit, seems to have a set of tactics to help it block the attack.

"This tree of dragons is weird!" Ye Qingyun's eyes twinkled.

"The tree of the dragon is the sacred tree of the Dragon race. Can it be shaken by your ant?" Suddenly there was a light in the fruit, and then, in front of it, there was a juvenile illusion.

The young man was handsome, but with a trace of evil on his face.

Juvenile sword eyebrows jumped up and looked down at the dead dragon poisonous scorpion. Instantly, his eyes became cold and his face became gloomy....