As Mr. Long spoke, he turned his back and used his hands to cast spells. He ignored Fengda Killer. After a few spells, a small golden dragon transformed into a golden rainbow and escaped into the sky. It pushed away the clouds and mist until it disappeared.
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Killer Feng Da looked uneasily from behind like a child who had done something bad, with a few large drops of sweat on his forehead.
Fortunately, he didn't say it earlier, otherwise, Long Ao would have forced himself to hand over Qiye.
Xiao Qi lost one eye because of me, and repeatedly used the Great Transformation Magic to help me escape from danger. Even the most powerful enemy of the dragon clan could not hand over Qi Ye.
Feng Jueyu secretly swore, and not long after, Long Ao sacrificed the dragon talisman and walked back with three steps, a leisurely smile on his face: "Boy, it's all thanks to you this time. According to what you said,
The ever-changing Nether Dragon is obviously still in its young stage. It cannot be too powerful in a short period of time. All we need to do is find it and destroy it. Alas, it’s scary to think about it. What if it grows into an adult Nether Dragon?
The dragon will definitely look for the dragon clan everywhere to swallow the dragon soul alive in order to strengthen its cultivation. By then, it will be the ultimate disaster for the dragon clan. Huh? Why are you sweating so much on your head? "
Feng Jueyu secretly thought, "Can I stop sweating? You bastard, you talk about my Qiye like a vicious alien species. If one day the Dragon Clan knows that Qiye lives in my Hong Yuan Tiandao Pearl, the Dragon Clan won't treat it like that."
I ate them alive.
Thinking with lingering fear in his heart, Feng Jueyu forced himself to calm down and was about to speak when suddenly there was a violent commotion in the direction of Xuantianlin.
"boom!"
An earth-shattering loud noise rose up in the sky, and the earth shook. Feng Jueyu and Long Ao turned their eyes to the direction of the sound at the same time, and saw a dazzling sun slowly rising in the wilderness outside the Hanging Sky Forest.
Rising, a huge golden giant sword was hidden in the bright sun, which was more than two feet high. The tearing sword energy rushed across the wilderness, destroying the trees and rocks in the wilderness and causing them to collapse and shatter.
Within a hundred-meter radius with the golden giant sword as the center, terrifying energy fluctuations raged, forming a golden circle, like golden magma churning endlessly within the domain. Stones, fine sand, sawdust, and leaves were tossed in the strong wind.
Wandering, due to the excessive strength, it caused huge destructive power like ordinary gravel.
The wilderness outside Xuantian Forest is like a messy market. You can see wandering cultivators and disciples from all forces everywhere. Everyone is shopping in the market. Unexpectedly, a golden giant sword suddenly falls from the sky. In a moment, it is too late.
Many of the monks who reported this were injured by gravel. Some of the weaker ones, coupled with their bad luck, were hit in vital parts and fell to the ground directly.
What happened was so sudden that a large number of monks had no time to react. After the roar, shrill and tragic screams suddenly came from all four fields. As for those survivors who were not within the coverage of the golden giant sword, they were
At the same time as the rumbling sounded, the birds and beasts dispersed immediately, leaving the open space in the middle.
"Damn it, who is doing this in this place? Are you tired of living a crooked life? Aren't you afraid of causing public outrage?"
"Oh, fuck Xipi, my legs are almost broken."
"It's so abominable. Who can be so bold?"
"..."
The vicious accusations, criticisms and curses turned into a mess for a while, coupled with the painful screams coming from the wilderness at any time, the entire city was like a disaster area after a disaster, and it was in chaos. Monks from all over the world looked at the golden giant.
In the center of the sword, a strong man wearing golden armor and a plump and charming young woman stood in the center.
Obviously, the fluctuation just now was caused by these two people.
The angry monks stood up and walked toward the golden giant sword, those who were not injured, pointing and accusing them.
At this moment, the strong man under the giant sword glared with a pair of extremely fierce tiger eyes and said in a deep voice: "Zhang Han of the Mubei Sect is here. The rest of the people are waiting to retreat quickly."
With just one word, the shouting and cursing from the outside suddenly stopped, as if Mu Beizong or Zhang Han had a great background, many people were daunted and then shut their mouths and retreated.
Because they were too far away, Feng Jueyu and Long Ao could only see the hilt of the golden giant sword standing high in the air. The people inside could vaguely see it, but it was not clear because someone was blocking it, and
There were so many people in the periphery that many people flew to the sky and looked down in order to have a clear view. There were crowds of people everywhere in the sky and on the ground, and it was impossible to see clearly what was going on inside?
"Huh? It seems like there's a lot of fun there."
Midway through their conversation, Long Ao and Feng Jueyu were interrupted by the loud noise. They stood up slowly, stretched their necks and looked inside.
Feng Jueyu walked to the outside of the crowd and stood on tiptoe to watch, but he couldn't see clearly. Subconsciously, he asked: "What's going on inside?"
Long Ao stretched his neck: "I can't see clearly, there are too many people, but the sword is good, a top-grade spiritual treasure magic weapon, it seems to have been tempered many times."
As he said this, he looked around, tugged on the clothes corner of a monk standing in front of him, and asked, "Brother, what's going on inside?"
The man turned around and saw that it was the wretched man who had just let go of the Pan-horned Beast. He couldn't help but respectfully said, "I'm not sure. There are so many people that I can't see clearly."
Long Ao said: "What is the background of Zhang Han, Mu Beizong?"
"You don't know?"
"Haha, I'm not from Qixia Realm, I've never heard of it."
"This Mubei Sect..."
The man started talking, Feng Jueyu stood behind and listened, and after a while he roughly understood the origin of the man.
According to the monks, Mubei Sect is a second-rate Tianzong in Yanzhou. The ancestor of the sect is a master in the early stage of Chengdao. He became famous hundreds of years ago. Mubei Sect is full of talents and masters.
He once dominated the northern border of Yanzhou and was invincible. No one dared to mess with him. However, Zhang Han was one of the few geniuses of the Mubei Sect. He seemed to have a cultivation level in the middle stage of Miaodu.
There are many masters in the core area. Although it is impossible to catch a large number of Miaodu experts, it is not difficult to meet them. Feng Jueyu is not surprised.
It's just that Babu Mountain is located at the intersection of Yanzhou's western border and northern border. This is the territory of the Lou family. No matter how arrogant Mu Beizong acts, there is no need to cause trouble outside Xuantian Forest.
You know, when the giant sword came down just now, it didn't even take into account the crowd in the wilderness outside the Xuantian Forest. The sword fell down and covered an area of 100 meters, killing many people at once, although those people followed
Mu Beizong is incomparable at all, but this move will definitely arouse public outrage.
In a small city, it is easy to attack at any time, it is still this kind of indiscriminate range attack, without taking into account the situation of other people at all, killing people like crazy, being arrogant, Mu Beizong is so crazy.
After listening to the monk's explanation, Feng Jueyu and Long Ao had a general outline in their minds. Although they still didn't know what happened, Feng Jueyu's understanding of the second-rate Tianzong was strengthened.
He had just learned about the Tianzong theory, but Mrs. Hongxing had not mentioned it in the past. She was afraid that it was because they felt ashamed to be included in the third-rate Tianzong due to their cultivation, and those so-called sects were completely unqualified to become a Tianzong.
As he went deep into the core area and learned about all aspects of Jiujie Mountain, the pattern of this world slowly revealed a different side in Feng Jueyu's mind.
The second-rate Tianzong is so crazy, but what about the first-rate Tianzong?
"Hey, I didn't expect that a second-rate Tianzong would be so rampant in the Qixia Realm. Those two people should be lucky that they didn't encounter any troublesome ideas."
Long Ao sat on the wall and watched, without any fear at all, but with deep disdain in his eyes.
Such a performance made Feng Jueyu have to guess about the current dragon clan's background.
"Second Master, when I hear what you say, the second-rate Tianzong doesn't even pay attention to you."
Long Ao glanced at him and said: "Nonsense, the second-rate heavenly sects are also divided into three, six, and nine levels. A second-rate heavenly sect like this with only one Chengdao realm monk in charge is no better than the third-rate heavenly sects with rich foundations.
How much can it catch your second master's eye?"
"Just blow it." Feng Jueyu rolled his eyes.
Long Ao was anxious at that time: "I'm not bragging to you. Not to mention the current period when the Dragon Clan is at its peak. Even after experiencing that catastrophe, the Dragon Clan is in decline. It's still not comparable to a small second-rate Tianzong.
Yes, Chengdao Realm, in the core area, Chengdao Realm is the middle and upper reaches of strength, and is completely unqualified to compare with the Dragon Clan."
Feng Jueyu thought he was talking big words, and asked with a slightly teasing tone: "Hey, the second master, tell me, who is the strongest person in the Dragon Clan now, and what level of cultivation has he reached?"
The two met in the mortal world and had a deep friendship. They talked about everything. Long Ao had no reservations about Feng Jueyu.
He smiled faintly and said: "I'll scare you to death if I tell you. Now the Dragon King of our clan is in the middle stage of Qiankun cultivation."
"Depend on……"
The second master's words were not shocking, and Feng Jueyu planned to laugh at him, but he was shocked.
"Middle Qiankun? Real or fake?"
"Does Second Master need to lie to you?" Long Ao said proudly.
Feng Jueyu's eyelids drooped, and his heart felt like a huge wave was rising in the sky.
Thousands of years ago, the Dragon King led the Dragon Clan and three hundred Hongtu Envoys to decide the world with one sword. Although hundreds of tribes were wiped out, the losses of the Dragon Clan and the Hongtu Envoys were also huge, especially for the Dragon Clan. The dragons in the clan basically suffered all casualties.
Although some remnants remain, they no longer have the power they once had.
But Feng Jueyu never expected that such a dragon clan, after thousands of years of vicissitudes, would still have masters of the Qiankun realm sitting in charge, and it was still in the middle stage of the Qiankun realm. Its strength was really terrifying.
Of course, just because the powerful dragon clan has extremely high cultivation level does not mean that they can be invincible in the world. After all, creatures like dragons have always been rare. Even a clan may not have more than a thousand at its peak, let alone that year.
That fierce battle that lasted hundreds of thousands of years ago caused huge losses.
I don’t know how many divine dragons are left in the Dragon Clan now. Even if there are dozens, they are probably not comparable to ordinary second-rate Heavenly Sects. Even first-rate Heavenly Sects have to be afraid of three points.