Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Compared with the brothers and sisters who appeared in the deserted place and where they were safe, the places where some ghost tribes appeared were not satisfactory.

In a swamp.

Dozens of loach-like dragons roared through, huge body, with terrifying power, killing all the ghosts.

Even a ghost commander comparable to a golden core, faced with the tearing of a dozen dragons, could only roar powerlessly and was dismembered on the spot.

Not long.

Accompanied by a few small hiccups, the dragon slowly sank into the swamp, and the miasma spread again, covering the place as much as possible.

Sun Palace.

This is where the Scarlet Fire Dragon God lives.

The Red Fire Dragon God, one of the eight dragons of the Dragon Burying Heaven.

Nine ten thousand zhang volcanoes stand upright, and the huge palace is like a city. Fire dragons appear in the palace, and the sound of dragons roars one after another.

Partial to the back of the hall.

Several fire dragons had their eyes wide open, and they looked at the more than twenty ghosts that suddenly appeared with curiosity. They looked at each other and looked confused.

And a bunch of ghosts, after perceiving the horrible atmosphere around them, were already desperate.

Just with the breath comparable to the ghost king, there are no fewer than ten near here!

"Roar!"

The flames roared, as if Haori was rising.

The flames that burned nothing until the sun hit, with a fierce and hostile meaning, swept through the audience and burned many ghosts to death.

valley…

Plains, dense forests...

In the same period of time, a team appeared in the Dragon Burying Heaven.

...

Do not seek to stand upright on the branches, carrying his hands on his back, his figure is straight, murderous intent appears in the vicissitudes of the eyes, the sword intent is as real as it is.

Miles away.

The Hundred Swords turned into thirty-six sword beams that were as thin as hairsprings, intertwined in the air, surrounding several dragons with three poems.

The dragon is covered with scales and a layer of viscous water.

What is even more weird is that as long as the three poems are not cut off together, they can recover at a speed visible to the naked eye even if one is cut off.

Infinite power, invulnerability, amazing speed, restored to extraordinary...

This kind of flood dragon is extremely difficult!

Fortunately, it was Mo Qiu who made the shot, and the sword light raged, but in the blink of an eye, several flood dragons were cut and blood dripped.

"cut!"

He drank in a low voice, and the sharp blade light in the distance suddenly sank.

The void seemed to darken suddenly, and there was no light and moon in the land of Li Xu abruptly, and only the indescribable darkness kept falling downward.

Four Sacred Mountains and Eight Swords—Fall forever!

Different from Danyangzi's sword tactics, this style was used on Mo Qiu, the sword intent was pure, cold, and murderous, with little life.

When the sword intent dissipated, there were only a few dragon corpses left in the field.

"Papa..."

applause.

Don't ask to turn your head sideways, it looks like Zhang Ji, the bull demon, high-fives.

The ghost was amazed and said:

"It's no wonder that the palace lord has such a fancy to Mo Daozhu. The law committee of the imperial weapon of the practitioners of the Yang world is really good, and I will definitely consult one or two in the future."

"You're polite." Mo Qiu handed over:

"It's not as powerful as a Taoist friend."

In front of Zhang Ji, there were also two dragon descendants, who were being crushed by him, carrying the power of breaking the mountain and the sea with each punch and kick, and the martial arts were even more exquisite.

Don't be ashamed.

Facing each other head-on, within Lixu, if they are in a match, don't ask themselves to ask themselves if they are not opponents, and they will definitely retreat.

There is a ghost king sitting in town, although he encountered a group of flood dragons, the fight did not last long.

Not long.

All the people of Quanzhen Dao gathered together.

"On the tenth, we are missing three people." The speaker was named Wan Dao, a middle-aged man with a dull face and a golden core cultivation base.

He is a person of Quanzhen Tao in name, but in fact he studied under Xue Ningzhen, the lord of Taiyi Sect.

As for why you are here...

But it is inconvenient to say clearly.

"There are six people who have practiced the technique of transforming the dragon and the technique of heavenly soldiers, and their strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and they will soon become comparable to the Daoji Consummation cultivator."

"but…"

"If you can't purify dragon blood by a large margin, your strength is already at its limit."

"Senior." One person mumbled:

"I don't regret it. It has been difficult for me to get the golden pill for thousands of years. It is hoped that this is the case now. For me, it is already a chance."

Admittedly.

Without the technique of transforming dragons and the technique of heavenly weapons, they would not even be able to achieve the perfection of Daoji.

Not only can it be achieved today, but if the top dragon blood is used to purify one's own blood, it is comparable to the golden core, and it is not impossible.

Everyone nodded slowly.

Except for two or three people with aspirations, everyone else showed their intentions.

After all, their strength is too weak, instead of frequently in danger and not knowing when to die, it is better to try to improve their strength as soon as possible.

The only consideration is blood.

With the ghost king, if you choose blood too early, it is very likely that you will miss the next opportunity.

Mo Qiu didn't delve into the matter, and handed over the few inner alchemies he had bought: "These are the inner alchemy of the three dragons, you divide it."

Everyone was overjoyed and took it one after another.

This thing can be encountered in the outside world, but here it is just normal.

An inner pill is enough for a cultivator in the early stage of the Dao Foundation to advance to the middle stage of the Dao Foundation within a dozen days, and his cultivation level and strength will be greatly improved.

"Tao Master." Wan Dao whispered:

"I tried to contact the Zongmen Wanbao Pavilion using the Cave Sky Realm, but there was no response. I'm afraid there will be no response."

"Oh!" Moqiu's eyes moved slightly:

"So, this isn't the underworld? At least it's not in the kingdom of Shang?"

"No." Wan Dao shook his head:

"Here, the yang energy is abundant, the inspiration is active, and it is too far apart from the underworld. From the bottom of the eye, it is very likely to be... a place similar to the most holy dojo."

"The Most Sacred Dojo." Moqiu showed thoughts on his face.

"Not bad." As a disciple of Xue Ningzhen, Wan Dao clearly knows some secrets than Moqiu:

"As the Most Sacred Dojo is talking, it's similar to this place, but there is a hostile spirit and resentment soaring into the sky. Dao Master should be able to feel it?"

"Um."

Don't ask for a nod.

Almost all creatures in this world have fierce temperaments.

Dragons are born with spirituality, and some are even more peaceful. According to rumors, they are experts in governing the waters of the heavens, not beasts.

But along the way, they encountered no good kind.

All of them are murderous, brutal and brutal.

"in addition…"

Wan Dao pondered for a moment and said:

"Those ghost tribes are also concealed with hostility and murderous intent, so it is best not to have a deep friendship with them."

Don't ask to raise your eyebrows, if you look at it deeply:

"I know."

"I'm talking too much." Wan Dao bowed his head:

"The heaviness of the underworld is no less than this world, except for the seven non-palace masters, even the ghost king is not like a good kind."

"Yin and Yang are different, and the ancestral precepts must be justified."

He was sent by the Sovereign, one is to explore the situation here, and the other is to remind Quanzhen Tao, don't get too close to the ghost clan.

"I understand." Moqiu nodded, got up and stood up.

At this moment, Uncle Bai also came over and stretched out his hand to signal:

"Palace Master, please!"

Emperor Yu was grilling meat. On a simple wooden stand, the fire roasted the three most tender and juicy heart-protecting meat at the position of the dragon's heart.

Grease, sizzling.

"Mo Daozhu."

Handing a piece of barbecue, he spoke slowly:

"It's been a while, should we speed it up?"

"Speed ​​up?" Moqiu asked:

"Why bother?"

"A mortal has a saying, sharpening the knife and not chopping wood by mistake, Bufan allows these ghost races and monks to grow in strength, searching for blood."

"Humph!" Niu Demon Zhang Ji hummed softly upon hearing the words:

"When will you wait?"

"It's true." Di Xu sighed lightly and said:

"These low-level ghost races were originally abandoned sons used to explore the way. They are used to discover where the dragonborn bloodline is."

"now…"

"We have become their guardians."

"Today's good cause, tomorrow's good fruit." Mo Qiu said slowly:

"With their current cultivation base, even if they explore the path, what can they explore? You might as well give them a certain amount of time to fuse their blood."

"Mo Daozhu." Uncle Bai said coldly:

"The underworld does not have as many hypocrites as your Yangshi. We have limited time and must obtain the dragon blood that meets the requirements as soon as possible."

"As for ghosts..."

"After I go back, I want as much as I want!"

Don't ask for a frown.

This is the difference between the two. In the Yang world, even the clan of the sect, it is impossible to abandon subordinates so blatantly.

"Let you come, let Er wait to help find the bloodline." Zhang Ji also said coldly:

"It's not for you to upgrade your cultivation base and smelt your blood. Really, if our Qifei Palace is not a shantang, Cheng Quaner and other disciples?"

"Next, your people and low-level ghosts will all spread out, search for the dragonborn who meet the requirements, life and death depends on your own ability."

Don't ask for a sinking expression.

The Quanzhen Dao had a low level of foundation, and only Wang Hu and Wan Dao had the golden core cultivation skills among the people who came here this time, and the others were not strong.

Seven Fei Palace, but there are many ghosts.

"hold on…"

I pondered for a moment, without asking:

"Wait another two months, two months later, then disperse."

"No!" Zhang Ji yelled:

"Let us be guards for two months..."

"Enough!" Di Yu raised his hand, interrupted his words, then took a deep look at Moqiu, and said:

"Wait another two months."

"After two months, no matter how much their cultivation base has increased, whether they have merged their bloodlines, they must disperse to find the dragonborn."

"good!"

Moqiu nodded, just as he was about to speak, suddenly as if he had noticed something, he turned his head to look at the distant dense forest.

"Someone!"

"Someone?"

"Yes, it is indeed human."

A group of people and ghosts looked at each other, and then under the light of Emperor Yu's arm, they displayed secret methods to hide their figures.

Not long.

"Da da…"

The sound of messy footsteps sounded.

As the dense forest branches and leaves were opened, a team of more than a hundred people appeared in the field, pressing the other hundred people and came over.

The **** wears a short ridge of animal skin, holds a stick, and has a dragon tattoo on the flesh.

The detainees were naked one by one, trembling in this precipitous mountain wind, walking towards the dragon's nest step by step with their eyes showing horror.

"Woo... Hum..."

The **** wielded clubs and called Lianlian strangely, seeming to be urging something.

The naked person trembled, and it seemed that he had already understood what he was facing next, but no one stopped.

Mo Qiu concealed his subordinates, his brows were slightly bright, and the picture of **** enveloped the audience silently.

Search for souls!

"They are a tribe under the jurisdiction of the Sun Palace, supporting a group of three dragons nearby. This trip is to feed the dragons according to the usual practice."

"Food is their brothers and sisters."

"The Sun Palace is where the eight Heavenly Dragons and Scarlet Fire Dragon Gods live!"

"Quanzhen Dao's soul search secret method is really true." Di Ku softly praised:

"Because of my blood, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, it is not easy for me to ask something from them, but fortunately, there is no way to follow this trip."

Mo Qiu didn't say a word.

His soul search is not easy.

The strength of these people is not high, but there is a ‘dragon aura’ on them, which protects the soul, and it is impossible for ordinary monks to search for the soul forcibly.

"Red Fire Dragon God..."

The emperor squinted his eyes, his face moved.

This is.

"what!"

"Ooo...oooo..."

The strange name in the field was Lianlian, but those who entered the dragon's nest to feed, found the bodies of three dragons.

The sacred Lord Dragon God, unexpectedly died!