Demon King Lingzhihuang is the best in the world

Chapter 289 Imprisoning Longsheng
Yue Wuqing flicked her fingers lightly, a ray of purple-gold light swept into the eyes of the pattern at her feet, and she chanted the mantra silently, the complicated pattern emitted a strange light, the light instantly enveloped the two of them, and then disappeared.

It's like it never was.

"Don't let me go?" After the pain of being squeezed by space, they came to another world, the Tianlong clan.

Yue Wuqing put Erdong down, and the two hurriedly found a giant tree and hid behind it while their bodies were still transparent.

A moment later, Erdong came out from behind the tree, still wearing the green clothes, but his appearance changed a little, although it was no longer Zhao Erdong's face, but the cold and noble temperament could not be changed.

Erdong went straight forward, heading towards the depths of the long street.

When Erdong's figure gradually disappeared, Yue Wuqing also walked out slowly, looking at the world of Tianlong.

Similar to the Phoenix Clan, the world here is no different from the human world.

Same streets, same shops.

The only difference is that their residence is on a high mountain.

The Phoenix Clan likes to build their residence on the top of the giant tree, but the Tianlong prefers to live on the top of a high mountain. The higher they live, the higher their status.

He walked slowly, deliberately keeping a certain distance from Zhao Erdong, and went out of the busy city. He found a secluded grove, and Erdong was wandering at the other end of the grove. He drilled into the grove and started to draw patterns again. The second is Wuji tracking, using Xiaolan's blood to find the whereabouts of Longsheng.

The first ones I found were two Buddhas, a man and a woman, with good looks and nine tails standing tall behind them, they should be the parents of Xiaolan.

The third time was finally Longsheng. As Erdong expected, Longsheng was imprisoned in a stone cave, and his lute bone was locked by a fine iron long hook, so that even if he recovered his skill, he could not use it at all.

He was in a bad mood, very manic, and far from his usual elegance.

The road map pointed out that Long Sheng was imprisoned in one of the tens of thousands of mountains of the Tianlong tribe, with two white cranes, bushes of flowers and trees, a mountain shaped like a giant, and a rushing river.

If you find these, you can find Longsheng.

After destroying the pattern, Yue Ruthlessly pulled up the clouds, and his figure quickly swept into the Wanshan group.

Zhao Erdong followed from afar, neither far nor near.

There are pairs of white cranes everywhere, flowers and trees can be seen everywhere, and there are not a few Giant Mountains, but there is only one rushing river.

Coincidentally, there is only one giant-shaped mountain near the river.

Yue Wuqing put her hands behind her back and made a gesture.

Zhao Erdong knew at a glance that this was a gesture that the two had agreed upon before, which meant that they had found it, and signaled her to keep a distance and play by ear.

In front of the giant mountain, there are many guards. It really is not an ordinary Tianlong's residence. I have seen countless high mountains along the way, but I have never seen a guard in front of that high mountain cave.

Here, it must be the place where Longsheng was imprisoned.

The arrival of Yue Wuqing made the guards who were relatively lax suddenly tense up.

"Who is it? Report your name," the chief guard shouted at Yue Wuqing.

Yue Wuqing stood on the cloud, facing all the guards, and said loudly: "I am the leader of the Tianhuang Clan. Huang Wuqing, I have made an appointment with the noble and young patriarch. I am here to make an appointment. Please inform me."

Yue Wuqing successfully attracted the attention of all the guards, and Zhao Erdong, who was hiding behind the thick clouds, quickly used the Xuanfa formula and jumped into the cave on the top of the mountain from the other side.

Xuanbu Jue is the most exquisite body art classic in the world, the performer is like a gust of wind, enters the camp of millions of troops, comes and goes freely, and does not come into the eyes of ordinary people.

(End of this chapter)