Hearing the sound, the nine demon kings were suddenly startled and looked at the Azure Dragon Emperor in the palace with some surprise.
Then, everyone was dumbfounded to see that the ruler of Northern Xinjiang, the only ninth-grade God Emperor of the Monster Clan, suddenly stood up, stepped down from the throne, and bowed deeply to the beautiful figure walking towards the depths of the hall.
"Welcome to the Holy Ancestor!"
"Holy Ancestor?"
For a moment, the hall was completely silent, and you could hear a pin drop.
The nine great god emperors looked at each other in confusion, with a flash of shock and fear in their eyes.
How terrifying and ancient must a person be to be greeted by the Azure Dragon Emperor?
"Dang-dang-dang."
The footsteps got closer and closer, until a graceful figure in a golden robe walked out of the darkness and appeared in front of the demon kings. Suddenly, there were bursts of screams in the hall.
What shocked them at this moment was not the Saint Ancestor's realm of cultivation, but her enchanting and perfect face.
Even with the temperament of the nine demon kings, when they first saw Long Xuan, their eyes flashed with deep surprise.
Especially the temperament flowing through the latter's body is domineering and elegant, and every move is a sign of dominance.
However, instead of making the monsters angry, this kind of domineering attitude made them feel an inexplicable urge to surrender.
"Holy Ancestor, why did you come out?"
Emperor Qinglong's eyes narrowed slightly, but he was a little surprised in his heart.
Long Xuan had previously told her not to reveal her identity for the time being to avoid unnecessary trouble.
But today she took the initiative to show up. Could it be that she has the confidence to compete with the God Lord?
Inexplicably, Emperor Qinglong felt a little excited in his heart.
In the past three hundred years, the demon tribe has been kept here by the Holy Religion like livestock, and they are barely surviving.
You know, in this world, demons are respected!
The kind of pride that flows in the bones will never be erased even after tens of millions of years.
Originally, Emperor Qinglong surrendered to the Holy Religion just because he coveted the possibility of breaking through the shackles.
But now with the birth of the Holy Ancestor, the covetousness in his heart has turned into desire.
The demon clan will rise!!
"I have heard about what happened in Jiuyou Mountain."
Long Xuan walked up to the emperor's throne, sat on it, and looked down at the monsters.
"We, the demon race, were originally the lords of heaven and earth, but now we are so humiliated by a young human race. How can we explain this hatred?"
"Holy...Holy Ancestor!! Only by killing this son can we relieve the hatred in our hearts!!"
The Golden Eagle Demon King gritted his teeth, and Jin Yi, the young master of the Golden Eagle, died tragically in Jiuyou Mountain. Even the two elders of his clan were slaughtered.
For the Golden Eagle clan, it was a disaster.
You must know that the more powerful the bloodline of a demon clan is, the smaller the probability of giving birth to an heir.
And it has always been the case that the demon gods and demon emperors are usually accompanied by destiny, otherwise it would be difficult for them to be born.
When Jin Yi died, half of the Golden Eagle clan's luck was lost.
"Kill this boy?"
Long Xuan's dark eyebrows were lightly clustered, and there seemed to be disdain in her eyes, and then a majestic momentum suddenly came across.
I saw a golden dragon shadow that seemed to have penetrated through eternity, stood tall in the sky, and enveloped Long Xuan's figure.
The vast holy power crushed the heaven and earth, and even the Azure Dragon Emperor felt a sense of fear rising from the bottom of his heart.
Even compared to before, the dragon luck on the Saint Ancestor seemed even more terrifying.
However, her state seems to have not changed. What is going on?
"thump!"
The expressions of all the demon kings changed drastically, and they all knelt down on the ground. Instead of showing any trace of terror in their eyes, there was a hint of piety and excitement in their eyes.
The Holy Power of the True Dragon!! This is the Holy Power of the True Dragon!!
When did our Northern Xinjiang Monster Clan give birth to a true dragon?!
"From today on, my demon clan no longer has to bow to anyone."
Long Xuan's tone was cold, and there was an unquestionable domineering look on her beautiful face.
Around it, there are thousands of rays of rays of light rising into the sky, and endless visions appear alternately.
Among them, there seems to be a golden tiger bowing its head, a white elephant kneeling on its feet, and a divine eagle descending from the sky, seeming to be worshiping the true Holy Spirit of this demon clan.
Just yesterday, Long Xuan finally perfectly integrated the power of the dragon bone, turned it into a spine, and attached it to her body.
And with this dragon bone, she can be said to be immortal in this world.
even!!
Long Xuan could clearly feel that in the middle of the Holy State, there was a roar of dragons that shocked the surrounding areas, as if calling her to go forward.
Can!!
What made Long Xuan a little confused was that she had a vague feeling that in this northern land, there was a power that had the same origin as hers, as if it had been deliberately suppressed.
It was just a wisp of breath that occasionally came out, but it made her feel friendly.
"Holy Ancestor Tianwei!!"
The Azure Dragon Emperor raised his head and shouted, even in the depths of the Ten Thousand Demons Holy Mountain, two great demons woke up from their slumber and walked towards the mountain hall at high speed. They were the other two demon emperors of the Ten Thousand Demons Holy Mountain, Poison Centipede.
Emperor and White Elephant Emperor.
Today's two emperors have been in seclusion for hundreds of years, ignoring worldly affairs and focusing on enlightenment.
It's just that even in the past hundred years, they still have never truly entered the ninth-grade emperor realm, and are only at the peak level of the eighth-grade emperor.
But just that kind of demon power accumulated over the years is enough to scare all demons and make all living beings surrender.
"Brother! This is..."
The White Elephant Emperor is dressed in jade-white robes, is three feet tall, has fair skin, and even his voice is soft and graceful.
At this time, his face was also a little shocked, especially because the holy will emanating from Long Xuan's body seemed to be from the same source as heaven and earth, making people dare not disobey him in the slightest.
Beside him, another old man wearing a green robe glanced at the monsters with a sinister expression, his green eyes seemed impatient.
This demon is the Poison Centipede Emperor among the Three Emperors. He is also at the peak of the eighth level, but the fear of him among the demons is obviously stronger.
Rumor has it that this demon had an enmity with the ancient sect of the human race, and once single-handedly poisoned five thousand disciples of the ancient sect in half an hour, and several god emperors became famous in one battle.
His poison cannot be resisted by more than ten fingers in the world.
"This is the Saint Ancestor of my Demon Clan!"
Emperor Qinglong looked solemn, with a hint of worry in his eyes.
It wasn't that he was worried that the White Elephant Emperor would be rude, but the poisonous centipede had always been domineering and never looked down upon anyone but him.
Once he collided with the Holy Ancestor, with the Holy Ancestor's domineering power...
"The Saint Ancestor of our clan? When did our clan have such a charming and charming Saint Ancestor? Brother, are you obsessed, or are you just confused?"
really!!
As Emperor Qinglong finished speaking, Emperor Poison Centipede snorted coldly and said in a sarcastic tone.
The demon path he believes in is based on strength, not blood.
Moreover, he was originally a cultivator from a poisonous insect in the world, and his bloodline was humble, or in other words, he had no bloodline at all.
Such a monster only cares about killing and looks down upon the so-called bloodline suppression.
In the past, his demon path was full of hardships and ridicules, but now he is called the powerful Demon Emperor of Northern Territory, surrendering to a girl with a strong bloodline but far less strength than him?
joke!!
"Poison centipede!! You!!!"
The Qinglong Emperor's expression changed. He was originally a descendant of the dragon clan and had a dragon vein in his body.
Although his strength is unparalleled in Northern Xinjiang, the suppression of his bloodline by Long Xuan is even more terrifying.
It is an instinctive fear that cannot be broken.
Of course, the reason why Emperor Qinglong wholeheartedly assists Long Xuan is not only for himself, but also because he hopes that under her leadership, the demon clan can once again stand at the top of the Holy State and rule the world!
"I heard that there is no cure for your poison?"
Just when Emperor Qinglong looked embarrassed, a sneer suddenly appeared on Long Xuan's face above the main hall.