Qiongyu Daozi waved his hand, looked at the dead Luoyan City, and said, "Do you know what happened here?"
The demon general who had returned to the true state was stunned for a moment. He couldn't help but secretly curse in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness, Daozi, we just arrived here and don't know what happened in this city."
"The God of the Destroying Sun Land is really slacking off," Qiongyu Daozi sighed, with a look of compassion in his clear eyes, "Evils and evil spirits are rampant in the Destroying Sun Territory. Tens of thousands of living beings in Luoyan City have been killed.
It's really abominable to be executed, but the perpetrator didn't even leave any trace."
A monster who returned to the True Realm took a step forward and said with a flattering smile: "His Royal Highness Daozi is really kind-hearted. Even though he is not from the Yuanyan Realm, he still cares about the vast number of people. This really makes us admire him extremely."
At this time, Luan Jia had already landed beside Qing Luan, and a series of flattering words lingered around him. Qiong Yu Dao Zi always had a friendly smile on his face, nodding slightly from time to time, with a hint of arrogance in his eyes.
The color completely demonstrates the Taoist style of the most powerful sect.
Gu Hang walked to Ji Yuenian's side, looked at Yu Yan and Wang Yueyang who were fainting on Qingluan's back, and said blankly: "Senior Brother Ji, what happened to Senior Sister Yu and Senior Brother Wang?"
Ji Yuenian glanced at Qiongyu Daozi strangely, then turned around, shook his head towards Gu Hang, and said, "It's nothing serious."
Gu Hang nodded as if he understood something, and secretly looked at Qiongyu Daozi who was not far away, like stars overlapping the moon, and said with admiration: "I never thought that this young Taoist is actually His Highness Daozi of Chilei Zhenzong. His status is
His dignity is comparable to that of His Highness the Son of the Holy Son within the Six Mountains of Taiyu Shengzong. Normally, it would be difficult to even meet such a high-ranking figure, but Senior Brother Ji seems to know him, which really makes Junior Brother admire him endlessly.
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At this moment, Yu Yan and Wang Yueyang woke up one after another, and stood up on Qingluan's back one after another, their eyes full of confusion.
"Junior Brother Ji and I have known each other for a long time. This time we can just take this green feathered bird and go to the ancient city of Deri."
Under the warm invitation of the demon general, Qiongyu Daozi's voice came from afar, causing Yu Yan, Wang Yueyang, and Gu Hang to freeze in place.
Senior Brother Ji actually met His Highness Daozi from the Chilei Zhen Sect!
However, after thinking about the Tongxuan Heart Ghost bloodline that ignited the fourth-level heart fire in Ji Yuenian and the identity of his yet-to-be-determined Holy Son, this matter does not seem to be too difficult to understand.
Within a few breaths of time when Qiongyu Daozi walked over, the three people had already imagined countless scenes in their minds.
"Wang Yueyang has met His Highness Daozi."
"Yu Yan has met His Highness Daozi."
The blue-haired girl bowed her head slightly, showing all courtesy.
Yu Yan would never have imagined that not long ago, His Highness Qiongyu Daozi killed her with a python curse and almost sent her to reincarnation.
Qiongyu Daozi sat on the left side of Tianqing Guanyu above Qingluan's head, waved his hand and said: "Taiyu Shengzong and Chilei Zhenzong have many contacts, so there is no need to be polite to these junior brothers and sisters."
Ji Yuenian also flicked his black-sleeved robe, and sat down on the right side of Tian Qing Guan Yu. His mind moved slightly, Qing Luan's huge wings flapped slightly, and under the green light, he gradually passed over the dilapidated ruins below.
Walking in the direction of the ancient city of Deri.
Luan Jia, who was carrying many demons and ghosts around the Shouyan Mountains, also followed, but was always hundreds of feet behind Qingluan, as a sign of respect to Qiongyu Daozi.
Luoyan City returned to deathly silence, and there was silence among the ruins.
A vast and majestic floodlight figure appeared, looking down at the tens of thousands of creatures who had been brutally killed. He smiled coldly, and under his sleeves and robes rolled up, endless divine power surged out, taking in all the lifeless flesh and blood of those creatures.
In one place.
In just a few breaths, the flesh and blood of tens of thousands of creatures had completely condensed into a huge ball of red brilliance, which was directly stored in the sleeve of this figure.
Destroy the sun and honor the gods of the land.
This god has been hiding in the dark and has not appeared in front of people for many years. At this time, he suddenly appears in Luoyan City to consume the flesh and blood of living beings. It is really weird.
The figure of the God of the Ancient City of Destroying the Sun gradually faded away. In that dazzling place of light and shadow, the last thing that disappeared was his eyes glowing with divine light.
That gaze was extremely cold and indifferent, making one's heart tremble and shudder just by looking at it.
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Taichu Ancient City, Anyang City.
"My eldest son, the Ji family is in turmoil now and is on the verge of destruction. When will you come back?"
Ji Bugui sat alone on his knees in the ancestral temple in the back hall of the Zhenhai Hall, looking at the many ancestors' spiritual tablets enshrined on it with a sad expression.
There were noisy sounds coming from all around, but he still knelt on the spot, as if he hadn't heard them.
Not long after, Ji Luohai walked in with several direct descendants of the Ji family. He couldn't restrain the excitement on his face and shouted at Ji Bugui: "Go away! I want to see if there is any Yuan hidden behind these spiritual tablets."
stone!"
Ji Bugui suddenly turned his head, looked at the extremely ferocious Ji Luohai, and said angrily: "You have already looted all the Ji family's treasury, and now you actually want to overturn the spiritual throne of your ancestors! If this continues, how can the Ji family survive?
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Ji Luohai stepped forward and kicked Ji Bugui several feet away. He raised his head and laughed and said: "There are thousands of blood relatives in the Ji family in Anyang, and now there are only seven people left. How can you still do it?"
What are you talking about with me? How can the Ji family survive? Come here and move all these spiritual tablets for me!"
Several direct descendants of the Ji family behind him followed suit, walked up quickly, and moved the spiritual tablets down one by one.
Ji Luohai is the only creature in Anyang City who has entered the Xuan realm. Anyone who disobeys has been killed by him long ago. Now the few people left are all highly skilled in martial arts, and Ji Luohai takes the lead in everything.
Blood dripped from the corners of Ji Bugui's mouth. He looked up at the top of the Immortal Palace with the pavilions and pavilions engraved on it, and murmured in a low voice: "If the ancestors of the Ji family had spirits, they would show up and kill this wanton rebel!"
"Who are you calling a traitor?" Ji Luohai walked over with a ferocious look on his face, "The Ji family has declined like this. Is it because of me?"
"Rebellion is always rebellion," Ji Bugui lay on the cold palace bricks, reluctantly turning his head, looking at Ji Luohai with eyes full of ridicule, "The ancestors of the Ji family are above all, you are so deceiving yourself,
What's the use?"
Ji Luohai subconsciously glanced at the spirit tablets that had been moved down. In shame and anger, he felt evil and directly covered his palm with Xuan Qi and slashed at Ji Bugui's head!
Blood splattered three feet.
The bodies of those direct descendants of the Ji family trembled slightly, and they did not dare to look back at all, but moved the ancestors' spiritual tablets faster and faster.
After a while, a direct descendant of the Ji family looked frightened and stammered: "Elder, we can't move... we can't move!"
Ji Luohai's cold eyes glanced over, causing the direct descendants of the Ji family to kneel on the ground in fright.
"Elder, we really can't move it!" Several other direct descendants also knelt down, with cold sweat dripping from their foreheads from time to time.
Ji Luohai looked up and saw that most of the hundreds of ancestors' spiritual tablets had been moved away, revealing a scroll hidden behind the ancestral hall.
However, there is still a spiritual tablet directly under the scroll that has not been moved, with only three words engraved on it.
Ji Su Ming.
The only ancestor of the Ji family who has cultivated to the realm of the divine sea and the soul.
Ji Luohai frowned while trying to recall the records about this ancestor.
After a few breaths, he seemed to have made up his mind, his expression became fierce, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Cut it with my sword!"
"Elder, please spare us! According to the records in the Ji family's classics, this ancestor is mysterious and unpredictable. If we take his spiritual position without authorization, we will probably die a bad death!"
Ji Luohai sneered, drew out a long sword with his backhand, and pierced the neck of a direct descendant of the Ji family: "If you don't listen to my instructions, you will die badly now!"
Regarding Ji Suming's spiritual throne, Ji Luohai was still a little wary in his heart. He would never move it himself unless necessary.
The remaining direct descendants of the Ji family turned pale, and with no other choice, they raised their long swords tremblingly and slashed towards the uppermost spiritual place.
Suddenly, everything in the temple stopped.
The sighs of ancient vicissitudes were directly printed into the depths of everyone's hearts.
"It seems like a world has passed, things have changed and people have changed. What year is it today?"