The sound of snapping photos never stopped.

Everyone who comes here pays special attention to their appearance and always has a pleasant smile on their face.

Bai Tang basically didn't speak much. She was now a girl of about twelve years old, so not many people were wary of her.

Song Futing was different. There were many people coming towards him, which made him feel quite uncomfortable.

Cong Huai came to the cemetery. The cemetery had been renovated and it didn't look very special.

Cong Huai turned his wrist and hit the whip directly, causing the tombstone to fall into pieces.

A red light glowed around it, shrinking continuously.

Cong Huai walked in calmly, not caring about this thing at all.

Another whip was passed.

He saw the tombstone in the center - Sikou Ming.

Sikou Ming was the most powerful prime minister at that time. Who knew that he was also involved in this conspiracy?

Even though Sikou Ming had been dead for a long time, Cong Huai didn't want to let it go. One hand turned into a dragon claw, and the demonic power blasted over, causing the tomb to fall apart. The huge sound naturally attracted the attention of the caretaker, so he sounded the alarm.

The rapid, harsh sound signaled that this was an uneventful day.

The exposed coffin was actually a golden coffin with complicated talismans painted all over it.

Cong Huai whipped it, intending to roll up the coffin and then open it. He didn't think that the whip could split the golden coffin. This golden coffin was not made of ordinary gold.

Unexpectedly, this whip actually split the golden coffin into two halves.

Cong Huai was quite surprised. He didn't expect this thing to be so powerful.

Immediately afterwards, his expression changed and he grabbed his hand.

A piece of gorgeous scales came to his hand.

His Ni Lin was actually in Sikou Ming’s coffin!

unlucky!

Cong Huai whipped it several more times, splitting the coffin into pieces.

The guards came, but were blocked by the huge demonic power and could not come in.

They were cursing, very angry, but helpless, which made Cong Huai feel very happy.

The red formation pulled away the golden coffin from Cong Huai, took his own reverse scale, and broke it apart.

A smile appeared at the corner of Cong Huai's lips, and his demonic power overflowed, wrapping around those who wanted to come in and controlling their bodies to float up.

"Since I am in a good mood today, I will not take your lives."

After removing the demonic power, groups of people fell down.

At this height, Cong Huai had calculated that if he fell, he would be disabled at most and would not lose his life.

It transformed into a dragon and crashed directly into their villa, destroying everything here wantonly.

After noticing a few more familiar auras, Cong Huai flew high into the sky decisively, and a loud dragon roar resounded throughout the world.

Cong Huai is very high-profile, he shuttles among the clouds.

The cold and ruthless voice spread.

"Siko clan, you and I will fight until death."

With a long groan, Cong Huai shot straight into the clouds and disappeared into the sky.

Cong Huai is very clear about the impact his actions will have and the impact it will have on this society. These are nothing, he has a feeling that spiritual energy will definitely recover, and technology and cultivation in this world are developing in the same direction.

His appearance is also a reminder.

Cong Huai was lying on the bed, scrolling through his cell phone. He was deliberately exposed and did not cast any spells, so he would be photographed.

The Internet is almost paralyzed at the moment, and hot searches about Black Dragon are happening one after another.

The Siko clan spent a lot of effort to discredit him.

It doesn't matter, what he said just now is to tell the people of the world that he has grudges with the Siko clan.


Chapter completed!