"Yes!" another monk added, "After you said that, I seem to feel that I have seen this Holy Lord somewhere, very familiar, but I can't remember it. ( .   . )"

Finally someone was able to recognize him vaguely. Zhang Zichen was very surprised. He was about to speak, but he heard another monk say, "Hey, have you noticed that the appearance of this Holy Lord and Xiaolong are somewhat similar?"

"Hey! It's true!" said the short monk in a daze, "A closer look, they were carved from the same mold!"

Hahaha!

These two items can finally recognize themselves.

Zhang Zichen was very happy and said aloud: "Didn't I say it just now? I am Zhang Xiaolong and he is my son. We naturally look very similar, otherwise, is he my son?"

Hearing this, everyone was stunned for a moment, as if they had remembered something, their expressions changed endlessly and could not accept it for a moment.

Everyone knows that Deputy General Zhang Xiaolong is Zhang Zichen, the legendary first genius of the Heavenly Continent.

This guy has nine souls and is lucky, which makes people envious and jealous.

After a while, the three monks finally realized and screamed in surprise.

"Damn it! It's indeed Zhang Zichen! I've seen Zhang Zichen's portrait on the jade slip!"

"I have seen it too! I said why do you always think this person is a little familiar? It turns out that he is Zhang Zichen!"

"Oh my God! Zhang Zichen, the legendary number one genius in the heavenly world, actually stood in front of us like this, but we didn't know him!"

...

Under the surprise, envy and admiration, Zhang Zichen's vanity was finally satisfied.

Damn it!

Finally recognized me!

If they can't recognize themselves, they are afraid that Zhang Zichen will think that he is really out of date.

"Ha ha!"

Laughing kept coming from Zhang Zichen's mouth.

At the same time, among the three holy mountains, the strong man cultivator just now had already turned into a black light and sneaked into the cold pool of ice water at the bottom of the valley.

Under the cold pool is a time and space formation. Through this time and space formation, it is the small world of the demon race.

In the small world of the demon race, the sun is high, the mountains and forests are countless, green, and a prosperous scene.

Compared with hundreds of years, more new buildings have been built in today's small world. It seems that the population of the demon tribe has become more and more after hundreds of years of reproduction.

Among these countless buildings, there is a black and white hall standing among the cliffs, the brightest.

Countless auras of darkness and light, and countless nine-colored auras float around this huge building.

This building is the most noble Demon Temple of the Demon Clan!

In the Demon God Temple, there are extremely abundant breaths, and anyone who practices in the Demon God Temple can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

The strong monk appeared from the water, drove a black spear, flew quickly, landed on the square outside the Demon Temple, and hurried towards the gate of the Demon Temple.

In the past, the Demon Temple was the most powerful existence in the entire demon race and the belief of all demon races.

Of course, today is the same.

However, in the past, except for a small number of elders and great demon gods of the demon clan who could enter, the rest of the people could not even think about entering the Demon Temple.

But now, the demons are very united and no longer have the cumbersome rules and stripes of the past.

Anyone who is a demon tribe can enter and exit the Demon Temple at will.

However, there are several generals in the Demon Temple. If ordinary people are fine, they will not come to the Demon Temple at all.

The strong monk went along the way, but no one intercepted him and went directly into the Demon Temple.

The hall has a wide space, and countless stone statues are built on the walls on both sides, including men and women, and are lifelike.

These are all the great demons of the Demon Temple in the past dynasties.

Two rows of giant pillars, facing the tall roof, preventing collapse.

In the center of the hall, countless spiritual seats of ancestors were arranged very neatly.

As long as those who have made significant contributions to the demon race, the spiritual position is qualified to enter the Demon Temple.

At this time, a young man, about twenty-one or two, sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, and stood upright in the middle of the hall.

Between his inhalation, the breath of darkness, the breath of light and the nine-color spiritual energy were continuously sucked into his body.

At first glance, the young man's appearance is sixty or seventy-seven minutes similar to Zhang Zichen, and the two seem to be carved from the same mold.

However, there were some shadows of Mo Yifei on his face.

This young man is Zhang Xiaolong, the son of Zhang Zichen and Mo Yifei.

When the strong monk entered the hall, he was immediately overwhelmed by an invisible force. This place was really not something that ordinary people could enter at will.

Smack sex!

In order to quickly walk out of the hall, the strong man had to speed up his pace and came to Zhang Xiaolong in front of him.

At this time, Zhang Xiaolong also restrained his breath and opened his eyes gently.

When he saw the strong monk guarding the teleportation formation, he was slightly stunned and hurriedly said, "Brother Xu, aren't you guarding the teleportation formation? Come to this Demon Temple, is there something wrong?"

The strong man's surname is lucky and his name is Dashun.

Fortunately, great success means smooth life, and smooth life.

Xun Dashun wiped the sweat from his face, clasped his fists with his hands, lowered his head slightly, and said hurriedly: "Deputy General, a Holy Lord has walked out of the teleportation formation, saying that he is here to find all the generals and insisted on breaking in. There is really no way, so I will notify you now."

"Saint Lord Strong?" Hearing these words, a light flashed in Zhang Xiaolong's eyes. The Saint Lord Strong is one of the rare existences in this world. Nowadays, only the third general Mitian and the ninth general Su Meier have the power of the Saint Lord realm.

This is indeed a person who exists like God. Who is the person who comes?

"Oh by the way!" Xing Dashun thought for a moment and added, "Deputy General, the Holy Lord is not good. I am worried that something will happen, so I have to mutter to see you. After being stopped by us, I even cursed!"

"The Strong Saint Lord is causing trouble?" Zhang Xiaolong stood up, his face tangled and ugly, "Now, our generals have all left the Demon Temple, but suddenly a Strong Saint Lord is killed, this..."

Xun Dashun was also a little scared and worriedly said, "Xiaolong, you say, if this Holy Lord is causing trouble, then we will be bad."

"Yes!" Zhang Xiaolong gritted his teeth and nodded heavily.

After hundreds of years of experience, the childishness on Zhang Xiaolong's face has long disappeared, and now he has become very mature.
Chapter completed!