"Don't think about it!" Facing the words of the peach blossom eyes, Bailong spat directly, and the peach blossom eyes chuckled.

"Okay, okay, we are idle anyway, just wait slowly, but then again, the girl's figure and appearance are really indescribable. The flowers that I have walked through in the White Saint Hand for so many years have felt too pale. That girl is simply a beauty. Can I know her name?" The peach blossom eyes, named the White Saint Hand, continued to ask without shame.

"She calls you mom!" Bai Long said viciously.

At this moment, the bald and the old man with a bowed waist ignored the words of the flower-picking thief, but turned around and looked at the three people standing outside the ban.

One is carrying a cold light on his back, and the other is elegant in his body. He looks like a middle-aged man. He cannot see his cultivation clearly. There is also a young man in the middle. The only ridiculous thing is the second step of cultivation in the Great Saint Realm.

It seems that they must have just arrived. No wonder they sensed that a newcomer had arrived before. But this time, they came to provoke Longshan in the Dragon Domain, which was amazing.

That's all, the little brat, these two should be able to join forces to break this restriction together. At that time, the girl will be the pervert, the dragon blood will be the Yamata Orochi, the dragon flesh and the dragon ball, you can leave it to me. If you want the other ones, you don't want the dragon bones and tendons.

Unfortunately, there are no less than a thousand people living in the Dragon Realm today, but no one joins forces with them to attack Longshan, and they are brave enough to starve to death. You still think about this broken place, what rules are you following? It's a joke.

"You two, why don't you join forces? There are not only this white dragon on this Dragon Mountain, but also other treasures," the old man with one eye spoke in a tone like a duck that was pinched to his throat, inviting Aokiji and Mo Fanchen.

Bailong immediately retreated repeatedly, and was on guard. Now, there was a big trouble.

"It seems that after so many years, some people can't help but not abide by the rules of the owners here. As a result, how many good birds can come here?" Aokiji shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Or why should we help them recall it?" The Eight Desolate Sphur in Mo Fanchen's hand appeared in his palm. Yes, why have many years passed, probably many people have forgotten the name of the Eight Desolate War God.

At this moment, Su Yan, who was frowning, suddenly realized, turned around suddenly, and looked at the white dragon: "I remembered that you are, you are the eighth ancient road guardian - Ao Yue!" Su Yan screamed excitedly.

No wonder why he was so familiar. It turned out that he had seen him. When he and Xiong Da and others rushed to Qingfeng Mountain with the ancient road parchment, they found that Erbai was gone, and everyone's memories of Erbai were clear and clean.

Xiong Da’s owner is an immortal. When he understood the immortal, he even sensed the aura of immortals here. At that time, he was wondering why he didn’t see the iron chain coming down to kill the immortals?

And he and others used the ancient road to guide him to open the ancient road. They looked like this white dragon, but they looked like a puppet. The minimum requirement was to have the level of immortals, and they directly refused the four of them. There was no way, so they returned to the other side of the earth and set foot on the Fengmen's itinerary from another ancient road.

"Hmm?" Bai Long was in a mess and didn't know how to save himself and protect him next, he suddenly heard the human man call out his name unexpectedly. How could it be possible.

When I looked at Su Yan carefully again, I felt a little familiar. It seemed that when did I see him? Wait, he is, he is...

At this moment, Aokiji also heard Su Yan's words and laughed, looked at the shocked Ao Yue, and said, "Don't you want to know who I am? Then you have a good idea!" After Aokiji said that, he directly transformed himself into his body, a huge and inconspicuous black dragon, and all the cultivation levels belonging to the Immortal King were released.

Ang~~

The roar of dragons spread throughout the dragon domain, as if announcing to everyone that the owner of this place is back!

At this moment, Aokiji, because of the Ancestral Dragon's Counter Scale, not only recovered from all injuries, but also became stronger than usual.

Mo Fanchen held his Eight Desolate Sphur with one hand, and a surging fighting spirit burst out from his body. The battle halberd was buzzing, as if countless souls who had died under the Eight Desolate Sphur were screaming.

As the dragon roar sounded, some old people in the dragon realm who were meditating with their eyes closed and their faces changed slightly.

"So it's him back!"

Under Longshan, the three people who did not take it seriously, felt the aura of these two immortal kings, all of them were shocked, especially the hunchbacked old man, who seemed to have thought of something, trembling violently and trembling lips: "You, you, you are the former master of the Dragon Domain, Aokiji, I know this halberd, Eight Wilderness Sphur, then, you are the God of War in Eight Wilderness, all misunderstandings."

"Aokiji? Old poison, you, you are not kidding." The bald man's pupils shrank when he heard the name.

The white-clothed holy hand who was originally shaking the folding fan, when the fan in his hand heard the four words "The God of War in the Eight Desolations", his hand shook and the fan fell directly to the ground.

Some things are not forgotten because of the long time, but will remind people of the horrors of that era.

The Eight Desolations of War, Mo Fanchen, is one of them. He is the most terrifying existence in the Jiuli Realm. He really kills Buddha when encountering Buddha, and kills god when encountering gods.

At that time, he only had the cultivation level of a celestial immortal. He had seen it once from afar. At that time, his unparalleled style was still stuck in his mind.

Didn’t he say that he was killed by several immortal kings thousands of years ago? How could he still be alive? This war halberd is exactly the same as before, but it’s not like a human being, but there is a voice in his heart that it’s right, it’s him, the god of war, who is back!

In the restriction behind him, after seeing Aokiji transform into a shape, in my mind, the portraits of the ancestors of the dragon clan slowly merged with the scene in front of me bit by bit. Finally, tears suddenly remained. When my body moved, I gradually turned into a white dress, with layers of scales on my forehead, and a pair of dragon horns.

That's right, it was Ao Yue, the guardian of the eighth ancient road in the world. However, at this moment, there were wounds everywhere on his body and his breath was sluggish. However, when he looked at the huge black dragon in front of him, he knelt down with joy and cried.

"I will give you ten breaths of escape time!" Aoji ignored Ao Yue and looked at the three of them and said coldly.

"Previous, senior, we were wrong, we were really wrong..."

“One, two…”

The three of them instantly fled out of the starry sky at the fastest speed in their lives, and the entire dragon domain became quiet because of this sudden change.

"...eight, nine, ten!" After counting, Aokiji laughed wildly, like a black lightning bolt.

Mo Fanchen twisted his neck, and a bloodthirsty look appeared on his face, which was more of a crazy murderous intent. When his feet moved, he disappeared.

These three people are probably finished!

Su Yan turned around, looked at Ao Yue who was kneeling towards him, and moved his body to the side: "Hello, that's it!"

At this moment, a blue figure on the top of the mountain ran down like a dancing butterfly, looking anxious.

"Brother Long, are you okay? Is the bad guy here again?"

Su Yan's face, which was originally saying hello, suddenly stiffened. When the beautiful figure saw Su Yan at this moment, he was also stunned.

"exquisite!"
Chapter completed!