"Your family is about to be taken over." Su Li suddenly paused and looked at Yang Jian with a narrow expression.
Yang Jian didn't react for a while, and even looked at Su Li with some confusion.
Your home has been stolen?!
How can this be?!
Isn’t this a case of getting up in the middle of the night and going to the toilet to light a lamp, seeking death?
Is it because my fists are weak or my three-pointed two-edged sword is not sharp enough?
"Group leader, stop joking." Yang Jian said that the joke was not funny at all.
"I'm not joking." Su Li said teasingly.
"Your home is really going to be destroyed."
"Group leader, I am self-aware, but who can see my family's wealth?" Yang Jian continued with a dark look on his face, "It's too late for the gods and Buddhas in the sky to flatter me, so how could they turn on me with weapons."
"How dare those young people make trouble near my true king's house?!" Yang Jian thought hard and couldn't figure out how his home could be taken over.
who is he?
Regardless of his strength, Yang Jian, the close nephew of the Jade Emperor, the first person in Taoism, and a guest of Buddhism, can talk about Taoism with those veteran quasi-sages.
Who wouldn't be polite when meeting him?
Besides, whoever wants to do harm to Zhenjun Mansion, his Seven Saints of Meishan and Roaring Sky Dog are vegetarians.
Their strength can be said to have few rivals in the world.
"Didn't you feel Long's power just now?" Su Li looked at Yang Jian jokingly, and he crossed his arms across his chest, as if he was watching a good show.
"Longwei?" Yang Jian was a little confused, "It should be that evil dragon causing trouble. I have asked my wife to inform the dragon clan in the world to restrain themselves."
The meaning of Yang Jian's words is very straightforward. Those evil dragons who have done many evil things and caused harm to the world were not ordered by him, Yang Jian. Whether they are killed or surrendered has nothing to do with him.
"Blame me." Su Li sighed and shook his head.
"Huh?" Yang Jian was even more confused, "Please ask the group leader to clear up the confusion."
"The dragon's power just now was caused by Long Sanyuan. It must have encountered some conflict." Su Li said lightly, "Long Sanyuan has obtained the inheritance of Zulong. Do you understand what I mean?"
Only then did Yang Jian realize that although he was not born in the prehistoric era, he had heard of the reputation of Zulong.
As for how Long Sanyuan obtained the inheritance of the ancestral dragon, Yang Jian also had an idea.
He immediately understood what Su Li was talking about when he said his home was being taken away.
The dragon is at home!
The power of the dragon just now was felt by at least all the great powers in the three realms.
Yang Jian's face looked a little strange, but he didn't know where to start. At this time, the door of his home should be extremely lively, but he was not worried about any damage to his home.
Even what it was like originally and what it will be like in the future, maybe there are a few more treasures in the treasure house in your home.
In this era where saints are rare, quasi-sages are the ceiling of their combat power. They usually live in seclusion behind the scenes and don't even dare to use them easily.
The reason why Buddhism overwhelms Taoism is not because there are so many sages.
"Let's go." Su Li suddenly said, "It's time to go to the rescue."
Yang Jian nodded and flew home in the sky without saying a word.
"I'll go see the excitement first. Come over quickly." Su Li looked at Yang Jian who was already waiting for him in the air and said loudly.
Then Su Li walked into the space door under Yang Jian's gaze.
Yang Jian shook his head helplessly when he saw this scene. Knowing the laws of space is convenient, and there is no need to rush.
At the same time, in Zhenjun's mansion, Feng Xi and Long Sanyuan were a little uneasy, and Long Sanyuan was hiding in Feng Xi's arms like a naughty child who had done something wrong.
She had a feeling that those people outside were all here for her.
"Feng Xi, are you afraid?" Long Sanyuan asked.
"Don't be afraid." Feng Xi said calmly.
"I'm not afraid either." Long Sanyuan's frightened heart instantly calmed down, and he looked at Feng Xi with a smile.
"How about we go out and visit Sister Cun Xin?" Long Sanyuan suggested, "It's too difficult for Sister Cun Xin to be visited by so many powerful people."
"Okay." Feng Xi nodded seriously.
A kind of masculine spirit and responsibility appeared in Feng Xi. He was responsible for the things that his woman committed.
Ao Cunxin's heart was already twitching. This girl Long Sanyuan had alarmed almost all the hidden powerful people in the world.
They were all gathered here. This kind of scene was very rare. It was only when her husband advanced to the level of quasi-sage that she could see this scene.
If you don't have the mental capacity to endure it, you will faint from shock when you see this scene.
Although the huge momentum of these quasi-sages was not deliberately aimed at Ao Cunxin, when all of them were combined, the power was too much for Ao Cunxin.
The Roaring Sky Dog had long since transformed into its prototype and was lying on the ground in shame, which made Ao Cunxin look at him with contempt.
Although the Seven Saints of Meishan were frightened, they still held on, as if they were determined to defend the True Lord's Mansion to the death.
"Mrs. Yang, is the True Lord not at home?" Ancestor Minghe asked with a frown.
"My husband went out for business early in the morning." Ao Cunxin said coldly with a raised eyebrow.
Even if the real king is not at home, as his wife, we cannot lose his momentum.
"Then when will the True Lord return?" Ancestor Minghe realized that he had gone too far and quickly softened his tone.
Although he usually wouldn't even bother to take a look at Ao Cunxin's strength, but she has the status of a true king's wife.
"Since the True Lord is not at home, I will wait here." Ancestor Minghe suddenly let out a hearty laugh.
"Styx, I already told you that the True Lord is not at home, why are you here so shamelessly? Why don't you return your blood sea?" Kunpeng saw that the ancestor of Styx was a bit reluctant to deal with him. To be precise, he saw that everyone present was not dealing with him.
If it weren't for Zu Long's important matter, he wouldn't even want to come here.
"Then why are you here?" Patriarch Styx retorted.
"Of course I have important matters to discuss with the True Lord. It doesn't hurt to wait a little longer." Kunpeng looked indifferent.
"Then I naturally have something important to do." Ancestor Styx said tacitly.
Zhen Yuanzi, who originally came to watch a play, suddenly discovered that today's play was rare. Since the Great Tribulation of the Gods, such scenes have disappeared. He even misses the high-spirited and prosperous times in the prehistoric world.
It seems that these two people's lives were worth it.
As for the heavenly official who came to confer the gift, he had already been standing aside shivering, not even daring to take a breath.
He is just a little god. I have never seen such a scene before.
"It seems I'm late, old master." Taishang Laojun landed on the clouds, looked around and said with self-deprecation.
"I've met my uncle." Ao Cunxin quickly saluted.
"No need." Taishang Laojun said cheerfully, "The Dragon Clan has a successor."
"I don't dare." Ao Cunxin said quickly.
"You should know why we are here." Taishang Laojun said bluntly, "I am just curious that that junior has such an incredible opportunity to be recognized by Zulong and obtain his will and inheritance."