Daoyang was very strong and asked He Xuanjing to jump down by himself, not wanting to give him the chance to leave Qinglong Ce's name.
The corners of He Xuan Whale's mouth twitched, blue veins appeared on his forehead, and his face changed.
He was so angry that his chest filled with anger.
He mastered the Supreme Holy Way and thought he could easily settle the leader of the Eastern Wilderness, and then compete for the first place of the Qinglong Strategy based on the rules of the sword.
But unexpectedly, before he could wait for the real decisive battle, he was defeated by the Holy Son of Daoyang.
"It seems that I have to do it myself."
A cold flashed in the eyes of the Holy Son of Daoyang and he walked over directly.
"No need, I'm not as good as a person's skills, He still has such a courage."
He Xuan Jing looked at the approaching Holy Son of Daoyang, knowing that he could not avoid this level today.
Thinking about how he was laughing at Mu Qianjue before, he didn't expect that he would follow in the footsteps.
But the other party took the initiative and was forced to do so.
The He Xuan Whale laughed at herself and jumped down from the dragon's head. The strong wind blew into her ears, passing through layers of clouds and mist, and under the pressure of the dragon's might, it hit the ground with a bang.
Puchi!
He spit out a mouthful of blood, his face pale and his face was very bad.
He Xuan Jing was struggling to get up. It was very difficult, after all, he was seriously injured.
At this moment, he suddenly looked up and saw a familiar figure, Mu Qianjue who was one step ahead of him.
Mu Qianjue sat cross-legged, his expression calm, and his injuries had recovered a lot.
Swish!
Mu Qianjue opened his eyes, looked at He Xuan Whale as if she was smiling, with no surprise expression, and said, "Come?"
He Xuan Whale's face changed, angry and angry.
Mu Qianjue said coldly: "I guess you will definitely lose, but I didn't expect that before Ye Qingtian took action, you were defeated by Daoyang."
"This place has a nice scenery, so stay first, I'll say goodbye."
Mu Qianjue got up and left, took a few steps and suddenly turned around and smiled, "By the way, you are now, you are actually not as good as a dog. At least the dog can get up by itself, so you can lie down."
Bang!
He Xuan Whale exhaled a mouthful of blood in anger, and his fist hit the ground hard.
This grandson has been waiting for so long, and it turns out that he is waiting for this moment!
...
It is approaching noon.
The battle for the nine dragon mountain thrones gradually came to an end. The highly anticipated Qinglong throne was finally won by Gu Xiyan, the top of the first day of the road.
On the third day, Situ Yan was very unfortunate. He was deeply injured by many sieges and could only place himself in the Dragon Claw seat.
The road to the golden dragon, the road to the white dragon, the road to the blue dragon, the road to the red dragon, and the road to the silver dragon have also achieved results.
On the dazzling throne, people sat firmly on it. Those who could sit on it were either the top of the heavenly road or the sacred sons of the holy land were all peerless leaders in all directions.
They are boundless in style, shining with light, attracting the attention of the people, and enjoying supreme glory.
Everyone's face was filled with a cold edge, and his eyebrows were cold and arrogant. They were all secretly awaiting momentum, waiting for the final decisive battle.
After the battle for the throne ended, the top of the Nine Heavenly Roads also had a final battle to decide the real number one person in Qinglong Ce.
At present, all the major dragon head thrones, except for the Canglong Road, have their masters.
On the road to Canglong, after the Holy Son of Daoyang defeated the Hexuan Whale, he did not rush to ascend to the throne, but his eyes fell on Lin Yun.
At present, the dragon head still has the ability, and the only one who competes for the throne with him is his own Ye Qingtian.
"Ye Qingtian, it's your turn, it's time for us to officially fight." Daoyang was very calm and looked at Lin Yun and laughed softly.
Lin Yun smiled and said, "No need, let's go and have a competition after the end. Just sit on it."
He had already thought it through. If Daoyang could defeat the Crane Xuan Whale, he would not fight for the Canglong Throne, and his Qinglong Feast Trip ended here.
If he loses, he will take action and try his best to take over the Canglong Throne.
Now that Daoyang is so powerful, he doesn't need to argue with the other party.
Once you fight, it is not good to do your best, and it seems negligent if you don’t do your best.
It would be better to give up generously and let Daoyang prepare for the battle for the top spot of the Qinglong Strategy.
During this year of his time in Tiandao Sect, whether it was his two master wives, senior Tianxing of Feiyun Mountain, or the master of Zi Lei Peak, he all gave him a lot of help.
He actually couldn't give much reward. Daoyang invited him to become the sage son, but he couldn't agree to the other party.
Now let the Canglong Throne be given out, it is a little bit of compensation.
After all, the other party is the saint who has to bear the word "Dao of Heaven". The Canglong Throne is more important to him, and Lin Yun's own encounter is already strong enough.
Daoyang said sincerely: "There is no need to be pretentious among fellow disciples. Winning and losing are all from our Tiandao Sect. Just take action."
Lin Yun blinked and smiled, "I'm not pretentious. I can give up the throne for two women. Now, what's wrong with one more man?"
After saying that, Lin Yun felt something was wrong, but it was too late to take it back.
Daoyang looked at the smile on Lin Yun's face and was stunned on the spot. What is the reason for this?
After a while, Daoyang laughed and said, "Everyone said you are a saint killer, but now I know that everyone underestimates you. You are not even letting go of the saint's son."
Lin Yun's smile froze. He didn't. He really didn't mean that.
"Okay, I'm not polite to this throne." When I sat on the throne of the Canglong, the Holy Son of Daoyang said with a smile: "But then again, my senior brother really likes you a little now."
Lin Yun's face suddenly showed bitterness. It was over, and now he couldn't explain it clearly.
I just hope that Zi Yao is not here, the woman can still explain, but the man really can't explain.
Bai Shuying and Xinyan looked at him with strange faces, with a very playful expression.
"I didn't, don't get me wrong, this is a friendship between men." Lin Yun explained.
Ji Zixi smiled and said, "Don't explain, is our Daoyang worthy of you?"
"That's not what it means..." Lin Yun felt very uncomfortable.
"Hehe, I understand, this girl looks quite compatible." Ji Zixi looked at Ye Qingtian anxiously, and suddenly felt that this person was also quite interesting and said with a smile.
Lin Yun smiled bitterly and said angrily: "I really can't see it. Little princess, you are quite good at joking. I would have asked you to sleep more just now."
"Don't call me the little princess, call me again, I will turn against you." Ji Zixi said angrily with a red face.
Lin Yun smiled. This girl also has a fatal flaw, so that's easy to deal with.
The competition for all the nine thrones was completed, and Lin Yun and others took the initiative to retreat to the Dragon Claw seat before the time limit came.
Mu Xueling was a little disappointed on the floating clouds. The beautiful female official of the Dragon Empire beside him said, "It's time to start the next round."
Mu Xueling nodded.
But just as she was about to announce it, a dark demon cloud swept towards the nine dragon mountains above the hundreds of miles of burial mountains.
Even though they were so far away, everyone felt the demonic aura in it, which made people feel very uncomfortable.
"The Qinglong Feast is really wonderful. I wonder if I still have time to participate in it now?"
A laugh came, and the black demon cloud soon appeared ten miles away from Longshan. A young man wearing silver armor stood above the demon cloud.
He was a young man with a very handsome appearance. His face was smooth and flawless, his eyebrows were slightly convex, his eye sockets were deep, and his facial features were extremely three-dimensional, with a pathological and evil beauty.
At the center of his eyebrows, there is a silver vertical mark, making him look extremely noble.
Lin Yun frowned slightly, and he was very familiar with the silver vertical mark. He said in surprise: "Demon Spirit Clan...Silver-Eyed Demon Spirit?"
When the young man in silver armor heard Lin Yun's words, he immediately smiled and said, "You still have some eyesight, yes, this young master is a noble spiritual clan!"
The Demon Spirit Clan calls itself the Spirit Clan, and the word "Demon" was added by monks in Kunlun Realm. What they did have nothing to do with the word "Hero".
Outside Longshan, many monks suddenly changed their expressions and quietly retreated for a while.
The Demon Spirit Clan was famous in Kunlun. During the dark and turbulent period, it enslaved the major races of Kunlun, and raised monks of all races like animals, becoming two-legged sheep.
To be continued...