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"Could this dragon roar be that person?"

The ear-piercing roar from the top of the mountain changed Sui Yuqing's expression.

"Does Senior Sui know the owner of this voice?"

Lu Mingyuan asked in doubt.

A rare look of solemnity appeared on Sui Yuqing's cold face: "As early as the Middle Ages, the demon clan had twelve demon ancestors with the highest cultivation level in the world, known as the Twelve Thrones. Each of them was comparable to the ancestors of the three religions. However, they later launched a mighty ascension battle with the human race monks to compete for several ascension platforms. Three of them were killed by the invincible sword immortal of the human race who was extremely talented at the time. However, there was one His remnant soul escaped, practiced cultivation again, and settled in the depths of the wilderness. Many great demons respectfully called him Dragon Lord."

"Now, he is the owner of Longxuan Mountain."

Sui Yuqing stared at the shadow that was getting lower and lower, the cinnabar between his eyebrows flickered slightly, and the whisk in his hand turned into thousands of tentacles, which gathered into a flying sword.

"Roar!!"

The roar was like a stormy wave crashing on the shore, sweeping from the sky. The next second, a red pillar-shaped dragon's breath fell straight down and hit the two people in the reed nest.

Lu Mingyuan's pupils shrank, but he didn't expect that both of them were locked in by this so-called Dragon Lord.

"Boom!"

Fortunately, Sui Yuqing on the side took action in time, and the dazzling Dao Qi turned into a ten-meter-high bronze bell, protecting the two of them from the dragon's breath.

After a while, the dragon's breath ended.

Immediately afterwards, the evil wind suddenly rose, and Lu Mingyuan's nose smelled the salty smell of rain and soil. White mist rose in all directions, and the entire Longxuan Mountain was shrouded in heavy fog.

"The Great Fog Magical Power!"

Sui Yuqing frowned, then clenched his silver teeth. In the palm of his bare hand, a jade tablet with the word Tao appeared and floated into Lu Mingyuan's hand.

"This demon clan Dragon Lord is coming for me. This is a great demon of the Twelve Realms. Your Highness is no match. Before the heavy fog has completely covered it, it would be best for Your Highness to leave first and grab the jade pendant from the Taoist Academy. I will come later. .”

Lu Mingyuan looked at Fairy Cihang's profile seriously and nodded vigorously.

If he continues to stay here, Sui Yuqing will undoubtedly divert his attention to take care of himself. He will become a drag on the other party. The best way is for him to break out first.

Sui Yuqing used his left hand to make the Dao Seal of "Broken", with two fingers standing side by side, and his sword fingers flexed and extended. Even if he extended his arms, the flying sword parallel to the ground shot out in an instant, penetrating a hundred-meter-high peak and dispersing a corner of the heavy fog.

The momentum is huge, using physical methods to open the way!

Lu Mingyuan didn't do any ink, he held the jade token in his hand, and his figure quickly disappeared behind the trajectory of the flying sword.

As he ran, the tortoise shell in his mind shone brightly again.

The light group dispersed, and words appeared before his eyes.

[The sky is high enough for birds to fly, the sea is wide enough for fish to leap, or blood flows into rivers. The destiny of the human race is about to end, or it can rise on the wind and soar upwards. Dragons can get water, and they must delay as much as possible to have a chance to survive. 】

[Zhongyao Ji Gua, follow the jade tablet of the Taoist Academy, go to the center of the cave, the ruins of the battlefield, and the ancient city of Yingsha. You will be blessed with dragon luck and rich opportunities. Disaster will be encountered by the demon army. If you delay, you will have no worries. You can get The azure blue horoscope "dragon gets water" is auspicious! 】

[In the auspicious hexagram of the middle line, go to the hidden cave to hide and wait for Fairy Cihang. If you are lucky, your life will be safe, but if you are unlucky, the fate of the human race will be exhausted. If you miss the opportunity, there is a small chance of being trapped in the cave. Xiaoji! 】

[The evil hexagram in the middle line, walking north, you will encounter an army of monsters. The big monster blocks the way. The dangers are changeable, there are many disasters, great disaster! 】

It seems something happened.

Lu Mingyuan thought in his heart.

He can probably understand the current situation. Just like Sui Yuqing said, the human race must wait until the big shots of the three religions find them, otherwise they will be dead.

The demon clan will continuously import armies into this small world to kill the living forces of the human race.

Since these big shots didn't do it themselves, they must be avoiding something.

Maybe they are avoiding the calculations of Daozu and others. Once they take action, the coordinates will be exposed.

Therefore, delaying time is very important. If he does not take action, the temporarily formed cave will be closed soon, and there will be only two unlucky results. The human race's genius and the mainstay master will all die in battle, and the human race's destiny will be directly interrupted, and he will be trapped in in this bead.

We must find ways to delay the situation before we can turn danger into good fortune.

His body quickly swept across the mountains and swamps.

The ground along the way is full of broken cracks, and those cracks are at least dozens of miles long. They are obviously the damage caused by the battle between the monks and the demon clan.

There was a cold wind blowing in the air, carrying the pungent smell of blood.

At a glance, they were all corpses, including human monks and huge savage beasts. It was impossible to count them all.

At the same time, there were still living people escaping.

After all, he is not a cold-blooded person. If all the masters from various countries die, it will be a disaster for the human race.

So he will also send the shadow warriors around him to clean up a little bit.

Qingmingzhou.

A large and rising floating island is lined with palaces and palaces. Stone statues transformed from the four sacred beasts such as Qinglong and Suzaku guard the four directions. Chains connect the surrounding small floating islands. The black spots walking in the void turn out to be countless swords walking on closer inspection. The Qigong practitioners all wear Taoist robes and have an impeccable temperament.

In Daomeng Mountain, you can't see any changes in the sun, moon, stars, or seasonal climates. It's like spring all year round.

As the unified force of the Taoist sects, the headquarters of the Taoist Alliance is located on the top of the peaks. Compared with the human world, it seems like two different worlds.

The dull bell was rung, and the echoing sound spread throughout Daomeng Mountain.

The glazed palace on the top of the mountain leans against the cliff.

In front of the door, there is a spiritual mist surrounding it, rainbow bridges are everywhere, and cranes are flying.

A handsome man with a fluttering blue robe, the pattern of the flame bird on the robe is extremely bright, his black hair is scattered, he is very impressive, he is floating in the breeze, and he is extremely chic.

There is a sun disk suspended behind the man's back. There are six double blades standing around the disk, and his clothes and belt are fluttering, like a god.

The handsome man looked towards the sky above Daomeng Mountain. There was no one there, but he looked solemn and held his hands high:

"Master Qi, the Confucian Temple is already urging us to work together to find the location of the small world."

"This disciple is of low strength and cannot calculate the specific location. It should be the one from the eighth throne who is intervening."

The handsome man frowned, the current situation was very critical, otherwise he, the majestic leader of the Tao Alliance and a generation of heavenly kings, would not come to seek help from the founder of the Tao sect, the senior Tao ancestor.

At this time.

The sky shimmered slightly.

A golden text fell majestically and landed on the man's hand.

"These are the coordinates!"

After looking at it, the handsome man's eyes showed surprise.

As expected of his master, he is still the best in the world.

"The road that lasts for thousands of years must be saved by oneself."

Then, a disembodied sound of vicissitudes of life passed into his ears, as if he had seen the vicissitudes of life and the indifference of thousands of years.

"Finally one needs to be self-sufficient"

The handsome man thought for a while, but did not understand what Daozu meant at first. After thinking for a while, he cupped his hands and said, "What Daozu means is that now is not the best time? Then disciple understands, I will have people ready to break in at any time." Prepare, set it up at the same time, close the net in advance, so that the demon clan will not dare to attack our human clan again."

Then he bid farewell to the top of the mountain, with a sharp look in his eyes.

"Anyone who offends our human race will be punished no matter how far away they are."

Looking at the westernmost edge of the Middle-earth world.

There is an abandoned royal city, with bones all around the outside. Ninety-nine human bone temples with a height of 100 meters seem to be erecting some kind of authority.

In the palace, broken stone pillars hanging upside down were scattered all over the floor. The ancient stone carvings on the murals seemed to be alive, staring coldly at the reflection of the glass orb in the center.

The orb looks ordinary.

But if you keep zooming in and get deeper into the stain, you can see a line with mountains, rivers, rivers, yellow sand, thousands of peaks, and dense black spots.

From different angles, you can see different lines, each with a different scenery, which constitutes a majestic world.

There is a graceful and beautiful woman with a snake body of 100 meters, coiled on the throne of the mural of the goddess in the sky. The extremely long snake body drags on the ground. Every time it taps its tail, it can make the whole hall shake. , the hairpins on her head are all made of cyan snakes, and the snakes on her head are spitting messages, which makes people's scalp feel numb. However, she has an excellent appearance, a golden imperial robe, and a terrifying aura on her body.

Compared to her, the snake girls in the palace looked extremely small. They were all wearing fluttering dresses and colorful silk shawls. They were holding their pipa honestly, with their heads lowered, not daring to look at the beautiful woman on the throne.

This is their ancestor.

The ancestor stood at the top of the pyramid of Manghuang, and had a very high status in the world of Manghuang, enjoying the respect of hundreds of millions of monsters.

At the same time, a handsome man stepped on the head of a bald donkey monk with his eyes closed, and drank heavily with a wine jar in his hand. He exhaled happily, and then sprinkled the wine on the head. A faint ray of Buddha light flickered, and a monk The phantom of his soul appeared, his face was numb, and he watched helplessly as his head was being kicked like a ball.

The handsome man chuckled, as if he was not satisfied, and rolled up his hands, stuffing the many snake girls playing music in the hall into his sharp-toothed mouth, chewing them carefully like chewing jelly beans, and kept chewing, Then he swallowed and smacked his lips.

The graceful and beautiful woman didn't care, and even took the initiative to roll up a few snake dancers with their snake tails and threw them to the men to enjoy.

The snake clan reproduces continuously and can give birth to hundreds or thousands of snakes every day, as many as they want.

This man likes to eat heads most in his life. As long as he can eat them, he can master the same skill.

At a very high place, there was a neatly dressed bearded man with a sword behind his back and a cold look on his chest.

Kneeling beside him was the mummy of a human man. His clothes were ragged and his blood had dried up. He looked like he would rather die than give in. He held a long sword in his hand, and there were many swords on his body, like a peacock spreading its tail, like a hedgehog. This was specially used by men to carry flying swords. Container sword stand, every time you kill a human sword immortal, insert a sword on it.

It seems that in this way, you can show your strength.

Higher up, there is a man with dragon horns sitting upright, dressed in a blue gown, with his eyes closed to meditate, his hands on his knees, with a ball of light the size of a fist in his palm, suddenly white, suddenly dark, suddenly colorful, it is the main hall The holder of the central orb.

In a lower place, there stood a burly six-armed man wearing golden armor. There was a pair of snow-white fangs under the mask. The golden armor on his body did not look like ordinary goods. If you look closely, it turned out to be an immortal weapon. There are still many cracks in the pieced together treasure armor.

These are the trophies of the man in front of him. He always likes to collect treasure armor, preferably other people's, because other people's are the best.

"Your Majesty, the Black Peng Demon Lord has sent word that all the armies have been hindered by the powerful human race masters and have stagnated. It is recommended that we join forces and take the ancient city of Yingsha directly!"

In the main hall, a graceful woman stepped forward to report. She looked frightened and did not dare to breathe.

The beautiful woman ignored her and spoke softly with her beautiful red lips. She held the horns and skull in her jade hand, with surprise in her eyes.

"Are human masters that powerful?"

However, after listening to the maid's report, he immediately became calm and calm.

"Try harder."

"The human race has been rampant for hundreds of years and enjoys the overwhelming fortune of the Middle Earth. If the national fortune does not fall, there will be a steady stream of human monks. It will be difficult to kill them all. We must increase our efforts."

The handsome man yawned lazily and agreed: "That's right, add more people and settle things quickly."

suddenly.

The man with dragon horns opened his eyes, and his golden amber-shaped dragon pupils were extremely penetrating. He said solemnly: "A stick of incense ago, this place was invaded by the long river of time, and someone peeked here in the past."

"who is it?"

"Taozu."

The dragon-horned man narrowed his eyes.

Upon hearing this name, everyone's expressions became solemn. Only the handsome man asked:

"Didn't you say it's foolproof? Don't tell me, you're not prepared at all. I've been waiting for this opportunity for hundreds of years."

"Or is it that your Taoist conduct has deteriorated again compared to that of Taoist ancestors?"

There was a touch of sarcasm at the end of the words.

The dragon-horned man ignored his teasing and said calmly:

"If the inner space had just been opened and the entrance was not stable enough to allow more powerful beings to come, how long could the masters of these major dynasties hold on."

The beautiful woman sneered, her voice was extremely charming, she shook her head and said:

"You are overthinking. This matter cannot be solved in a short while. Confucian temples, Taoist sects, and Buddhist sects are not just decorations. Although there are few masters in the human race, they are all existences that have absorbed the destiny of a continent. As long as a few of us take action , How can those big figures in the dark side of the clan just give up?"

The handsome man seemed to have eaten enough. He stood up and stretched, his eyes narrowed in comfort.

"Soldiers vs. soldiers, generals. We, the demon race, have been lying down for so long, just to wait for this moment. We have given so many treasures in advance. The progress of training should be good. They are just geniuses of the human race. Don't worry, they can't hold on. that time!"

"If I can take action, I must regain my position."

The beautiful woman's expression was indifferent, a strange black light appeared in her palm, and she crushed a bunch of dull relics, which seemed to be the essence of a certain Arhat.

The six-armed burly man hummed: "Back then, we were kicked out by the human race and allowed the human race to monopolize the ascension platform. Now who doesn't want revenge? How can we let go of such a good opportunity? But we must eat the meat step by step. , the step is too big, I don’t need to say more about what will happen.”

"Be prepared to take action in advance. People from the three religions will be here soon."