When Chen Luo looked at it, he saw the tall figure naked with his upper body, with green face and fangs, two balls of fire on his head, and fish fins on his back and elbows. It was the clear water yaksha I had seen in Dali Mountain back then.

However, unlike what I saw back then, Qing Chi's current body is full of breath and has reached the late stage of Mahayana. Just by judging from the scars everywhere on his body, we can tell how dangerous the battle he had experienced before.

After Qing Chi gave Ao Hong a salute, he looked at Chen Luo with some suspicion, scratched his head, hesitated for a while, and finally recalled it, and couldn't help but say in surprise: "You are!"

"Qingchi, don't be rude. Brother Chen is now a true immortal cultivator." Ao Hong said with a smile.

"At first glance, there is no change, but when you look closely, you will find that the breath, temperament, and manners... are all different, amazing, amazing." Qing Chi noticed it, and couldn't help but rub his chin and said in amazement.

Shen Luo turned his wrist and handed back the silver five-stranded sky-holding fork horizontally, saying with a smile:

"Fellow Daoist Qingchi, I haven't seen you for a long time..."

"After saying this, it's really a long time since I saw you. I remember the past..." Qing Chi took over his weapons with both hands, his eyes floated upwards, as if he was about to recall the past.

Seeing this, Ao Hong knew that once he asked him to speak, he would be afraid that he would not be able to stop again, so he quickly said to stop him:

"Qingchi, let's not talk about anything else, how is the Dragon Palace? My father..."

"Ninth Prince, you might as well go back and see it yourself..." Qing Chi's expression became a little ugly when he heard this, and he sighed.

When Ao Hong heard this, his heart suddenly sank.

Qing sighed and turned to the front to lead the way. Chen Luo and the others immediately followed.

When we arrived at the main entrance of the Dragon Palace, a three-story, nine-pillar gold-white jade archway was beaten to collapse in half, and a pile of broken jade piled up on the side like broken bricks and tiles.

Shen Luo and the others walked through the gatehouse and walked inward. Almost none of the originally exquisite buildings on both sides were complete, and there were ruins and blood on them.

"Fellow Daoist Qingchi, is it okay for Langsheng?" Chen Luo asked with a slightly condensed look on his eyes.

"You said that little shrimp? He is no longer here." Qing Chi turned around and said after hearing this.

"Are you also killed in this war?" Chen Luo asked.

"No. Xiaoxiami's cultivation qualifications are average. She has been unable to break the realm many years ago. Seeing that her life span is not much, she tried a way to win in danger. It's a pity that she failed to succeed." Qing Chi shook her head and said.

Chen Luo heard this and fell silent. He knew in his heart that there were always accidents on the road to cultivation, and no one could be smooth sailing.

"It's better if you don't succeed, you don't have to live in this terrible and chaotic world." After a moment, Qing Chi suddenly laughed.

After listening to it, Chen Luo didn't know what to say.

Going deep into the Dragon Palace, the houses on both sides became more and more serious. You can see many corpses of the Dragon Palace waterborne in the collapsed ruins. It can be seen that the more you fight here, the more tragic it becomes.

Along the way, you can see some shrimp soldiers and crab generals who are cleaning up the mess, rebuilding some buildings that can be saved, and at the same time collecting the corpses buried there.

At this moment, a group of people suddenly rushed towards this side.

As soon as the sunken eyes were fixed, he saw a tall man with a long figure and handsome appearance in the head. He was wearing a purple embroidered gold round neck robe, and a carved dragon jade pendant hung around his waist. He was behind his hands, and his face was indifferent.

On the right side behind him, he was staggered half a step, followed by a beautiful woman in bright red armor. Her figure was quite outstanding, slightly plump but not charming. Combined with her clean and elegant facial features, she had a contrasting beauty.

The woman was carrying a wide-blade sword that was very inconsistent with her figure, and her eyes were almost always on the tall man in front of her, with the woman's thoughts that could not be concealed in her eyes.

Almost comparable to this woman was an old man with white hair and beard, with a kind face, long eyebrows and knees, almost covering his eyes, and a green cane in his hand, looking no different from an old man in his octogenarian.

Behind these three people, there were also a team of shrimp soldiers and crab generals, each with solemn expressions, holding weapons in their hands, and with a murderous aura on their bodies.

As soon as he saw these people, Ao Hong immediately accelerated his pace and went up to meet them.

"Second brother, Yuan Bo." He took the initiative to clasp his fists and said.

Ao Hong's voice also sounded in Chen Luo's heart: "This is my second brother Ao Zhong and the Dragon Palace Prime Minister Yuan Rong."

Seeing this, Qingchi hurriedly rushed up and bowed.

He fell a little slower, and when he came closer, he also hugged his fists, but did not give a big gift.

"The Ninth Prince is back, it's great. The Dragon Prince has been waiting for it for a long time. You are finally back... Old slave, I almost thought I wouldn't see you..." The old man with a cane walked up tremblingly, and said in a trembling tone.

"Brother Yuan, it's all my fault. I'm late and I feel ashamed." Ao Hong sighed in his heart, hurriedly helped Yuan Zhu who wanted to salute him, and said a little sadly.

"It's okay, just come back, just come back..." Yuan Rong patted Ao Hong's hand lightly, his eyes a little wet.

"Lao Jiu, why are you back by yourself? What about your foreign garrison?" The man in purple robe named Ao Zhong's eyes swept behind him. Seeing that there was no one else, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed and his tone said indifferently.

"I'll talk about this when I see my father... Let me introduce it to you first. This person is Chen Luo. He has been dating me for many years, but has never been to the Dragon Palace as a guest. He is a real person..." Ao Hong became accustomed to this and said.

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Ao Zhong:

"It's time, and I'm still bringing outsiders back. Do you think the family is not messy enough?"

Ao Hong was suffocated when he heard this, and his face became a little unhappy.

He has never dealt with this second brother who is very different from his age. He just always respects him as his brother. Even if he is embarrassed and teased, he never wants to care about it. But today, Chen Luo is ignored by him so much, Ao Hong felt that he could no longer bear it.

But just when he wanted to argue, Chen Luo reminded him with his heart: :(/

"Brother Ao, you don't have to worry about these minor matters. You should go to meet the Dragon Prince first and find out the current situation before talking about it."

Ao Hong hesitated for a moment, and his expression relaxed.

However, his brief pause and expression all fell into Yuan Rong's eyes.

As an old minister who assisted the Dragon King for many years, he was skilled in the world, so he quickly guessed that it was Chen Luo who dissuaded Ao Hong. He immediately developed a good impression of Chen Luo and nodded silently at him, saying hello.
Chapter completed!