Prehistoric Gourd Supreme

Chapter 55
"Conditions? Are you qualified to discuss the conditions with me?"

Zhang Yang looked at Long Tian mockingly, as a prisoner, his life and death depended on Zhang Yang's thoughts, how could he be qualified to negotiate terms.

"No, if you don't agree, I won't tell you where the dragon treasure is even if I die?" Long Tian naturally knew his situation, but insisted on resolutely, preferring death to surrender, obviously this condition is very important to him.

"Are you threatening me?" Zhang Yang's face turned cold, and a murderous aura emanated from his body, which instantly lowered the temperature of the entire space by hundreds of degrees, and he stared at Longtian indifferently.

Long Tian didn't speak, he showed no fear in the face of Zhang Yang's murderous intent, he seemed to be indifferent to life and death, everything can be thrown away, no worries.

"What conditions?" Zhang Yang stared at Long Tian for a long time, and finally nodded. He didn't want to be tough. Once he reached their level, once he decided on something, his belief was firm and he would never change it easily.

The same is Immortal Taiyi, Longtian was seriously injured again, his soul was exhausted, and he had almost no power to resist. Zhang Yang could use the power of the formation to search Longtian's soul directly. Long Tian was in a hurry, he blew himself up and got nothing in the end.

"Let my daughter go!" Seeing Zhang Yang nodding in agreement, Long Tian secretly heaved a sigh of relief, to be honest, he was afraid that Zhang Yang would be tough.

"Let your daughter go?"

Zhang Yang was stunned, a little confused, he didn't understand what Long Tian meant, he thought of countless possibilities, but he didn't expect Long Tian to ask such a question.

"It's the beautiful girl in white palace dress standing with you in the square. Her name is Long Ling'er, and she is my daughter."

Seeing Zhang Yang's confused expression, Long Tian suddenly realized that his precious daughter might not be enough to tell him her identity, but Long Tian still added a sentence.

"Long Ling'er?" Zhang Yang was stunned, and a stunning girl in a white palace dress appeared in his mind. Her surname was Long, and Long Tian was also surnamed Long in front of him. Long Tian also called her daughter, and Long Ling'er was Long Tian's daughter. , Zhang Yang soon remembered the key point, no wonder Long Ling'er wanted to hide behind him in the square, because he was afraid that his father would find out.

"Long Ling'er, I didn't catch her at all." Zhang Yang shook his head and said calmly.

"Didn't you kill her?" Long Tian was stunned for a moment, and then his face changed drastically. Zhang Yang got the Penglai Immortal Island, and his strength is not high. The best way to prevent the news of Penglai Immortal Island from leaking is to kill people.

"No, I'll just erase her memory and send her out of Penglai Xiandao." Zhang Yang saw Long Tian's expression and knew that he had misunderstood him, so he explained.

"I don't believe it, unless I see her with my own eyes."

Long Tian wouldn't believe Zhang Yang's one-sided words, not to mention that Zhang Yang was not a soft-hearted person. Facing the four great Taiyi Immortals, he said that killing is not killing, without hesitation, he was definitely a decisive person.

"And to open the treasure of the dragon clan, I need my seal of the dragon clan, which cannot be opened by others." Seeing Zhang Yang's gloomy face, Long Tian hurriedly added another sentence.

"Well, I hope you don't play tricks, otherwise you know..." Important treasures require special radios. The whole is in line with common sense and there are no loopholes. Zhang Yang nodded, but still gave a warning.

After finishing speaking, he sealed Long Tian's cultivation base, put him in the space where Qinglian was purified by the best innate spirit treasure, turned around and left Penglai Immortal Island, and headed straight for the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea.

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In the Crystal Palace Garden of the East China Sea Dragon Palace.

A beautiful girl in a white palace dress with a pair of small spirit horns on her head. In the garden full of exotic flowers and plants, there is a stone table among the flowers. The beautiful girl is sitting on a stone table beside the stone table. On the stone bench, resting her cheeks on her hands, with a sad face, the beautiful girl was none other than Long Ling'er.

"It's been 500 years, Dad, where have you been? Ling'er misses you so much, do you know that the stars I planted have bloomed, I'm so happy."

"Father, do you know? That Tiangong Baize has come several times and said he wants to see you. One time, his subordinates insisted on breaking in, but they were rushed by the second and third uncles and stopped him, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous." Woolen cloth"

"The Four Elephants Conference is about to start. The second uncle and the third uncle have come to urge you several times. Linger keeps saying that you are in retreat, and you can't be disturbed when your cultivation is at a critical moment. Dad, if you don't show up again, what will happen to Linger?" Let's do it, woo woo..."

Staring at the distance, Long Ling'er muttered to herself for a while, and then burst into tears, like a flower in the wind, she was so weak and helpless, which showed that she was also under a lot of pressure.

On an unnamed high mountain that pierces into the sky.

Standing a man in a white robe, gentle and elegant, suave-looking, handsome and talented, is Bai Ze's true self. At this time, he is looking at the distant sky with his hands and hands behind him.

Suddenly, a white ray of light flew from the sky in the distance, crossed a white arc, landed behind Bai Ze, and a figure appeared. The man knelt down on one knee and said, "Marshal Qi, there is no sound from all directions. News from Taoist Calabash!"

Bai Ze didn't turn around, still looking at the white clouds in the distance, he waved his hand to get the people behind him to step back, and muttered to himself, "It's been 500 years, and there's no news from Calabash Taoist, it seems that he's going to Penglai Xiandao to practice in seclusion , it's okay, I can afford to wait!"

500 years ago, Bai Ze came to the East China Sea and sent people to search for the whereabouts of Penglai Xiandao. After searching the East China Sea, he found that many people did not know what happened to Penglai Xiandao. Bai Ze accidentally met a person who found something unusual. , then tried to check that person's memory, and found that that person's memory was erased by others.

Bai Ze spent a lot of money to find the clues in the traces of the memory erased by that person, and then kept looking for the casual cultivators whose memories were erased in the East China Sea, collected them from the traces of their erased memories, slowly summarized them, and finally The result is that Calabash Taoist got Penglai Xiandao, and he also killed Bai Ze's clone, erasing everyone's memory.

The man didn't leave, but still knelt down on one knee, looking at Bai Ze's back, hesitant to speak, and hesitant, so he didn't leave for a while.

"What's the matter, tell me directly." Sensing that the person reporting hadn't left, Bai Ze frowned, showing some displeasure on his face.

"Marshal, Dragon, Phoenix, Xuanwu, and Baihu are going to hold the Four Elephants Conference, shall we go or not?" Pressed by Bai Ze, the subordinate's expression tightened, with a bit of panic on his face, and he hurriedly asked.

"Go, why don't you go, since we have caught up with such a grand event, we will naturally go to it, and besides, His Majesty wants to unify the demon clan and establish a heavenly court, without these four clans!"

Bai Ze smiled faintly, looked up at the sky, and said calmly, with an unpredictable look in his eyes, as if he had planned it long ago, and everything was close in his heart.

, "Yes, this subordinate is resigning."

Xuanwu land.

In the wide and bright hall, there are two people sitting at this moment, one is a middle-aged man wearing a white Taoist robe with a haughty face, the other is an old man with white hair and a deep breath on his body, the two of them Chatting over tea.

"Fellow Daoist Lang, we haven't seen each other for ten thousand years since the ancient times." The white-haired old man took a sip of tea, smiled and said to the middle-aged man in the white robe.

"Yes, in the blink of an eye, more than ten thousand years ago, I remember that when we met in the ancient times, drinking and killing the enemy, sitting and talking about the Tao, how carefree it was. Unfortunately, you Xuanwu God Clan..."

The middle-aged man in white put down his teacup, looked at the white-haired old man, recalled the past, showing a bit of regret, and finally took a last look at the white-haired old man with regret.

The white-haired old man is the patriarch of the Xuanwu clan, named Xuankong, and the middle-aged man in white is Lang Jianfeng, who belongs to the Taiyin clan.

"Let's let the past go. Brother Lang won't ask me for tea for no reason, right?" Xuankong waved his hand, not wanting to mention the sad things of the past, so he changed the subject.

"We're here to track down the murderer of our people."

(End of this chapter)