Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

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Farewell to the emperor, do not ask Shi Shiran to come to the place Bingcheng said.

There is a clan here, with more than 100,000 people living on the mountain, and the dense crowds from high above almost cover the top of the mountain.

They are no longer human.

But I don't know when I was made into a ghoul!

The ghoul with black skin, dull eyes, and madly growing nails, growled unconsciously, and desperately attacked the incoming people and dragons.

They are not afraid of pain, and their strength is infinite, and they can reach a hundred meters in one leap. Among them, the masters can even burst out with power comparable to the fifth and sixth steps of the dragon.

When a group attacked, the dragons could also be dragged down from the sky.

Afterwards, the ghouls swarmed up.

There were as many as dozens of Royal Dragon Envoys gathered here, many of them were strong, and there were more than ten dragons. They were besieged by this group of ghouls, and they were entangled for a while.

Especially the three ghosts are the most powerful.

One of them is a ghost king.

The ghost king's eyes are faintly cold and halo, and his body shape is like an illusion, flying around a few dragons, and every time he shoots, there is a dragon's body.

Its spells are extremely weird.

A scimitar thin as a cicada's wing swiped lightly, and it was clear that there was nothing in the place where it passed, but a crack suddenly appeared on the body of the dragon clan in the distance.

The light of the knife flickered, and an eighth-order dragon was cut apart by it.

"Roar!"

A ninth-order yellow dragon leaped up to the sky and screamed, and the dragon's body shook, and the power of the drowsy earth travel immediately filled the surrounding area, roaring to remind the dragons:

"Be careful, it's the shadow!"

The opponent's methods are weird.

It is not the entities that are attacking, but their shadows. Once the shadows are injured, their bodies will suffer the same damage.

That's why.

The man's scimitar swipes lightly, and the scales of the eighth-order dragon clan also have no resistance. The dragon head falls off, breaking into a mirror-like smooth.

"Humph!"

The ghost hummed and turned around with electricity, as if a phantom passed through the mottled and flickering shadows in the jungle below, one by one.

"puff!"

"Puff!"

Above, several dragons screamed from the sky, and blood holes appeared on their bodies.

The battle in the field seemed to be at a stalemate.

The ghost tribe’s methods are weird, but it is difficult to quickly resolve the opponent.

As long as reinforcements arrive, there is no doubt that the ghosts on the scene will die.

at this time.

"Zheng!"

Suddenly there was a sound of a knife from the void.

The sound of the sword sound like a bronze bell, melodious and thick, but also crisp and agitated. The Qi machine around it trembles slightly, and for a while, only the sound of the sword reverberates between the sky and the earth.

All the movements of ghosts, dragons, and humans are stagnant.

next moment.

A blade of blade light fell from the sky, and the blade light was rippling and pouring down like a water wave. The clear and distant light of the blade obscured all perception.

After the knife light passed, thousands of ghouls decomposed silently, and the two top ghost generals just opened their mouths and disappeared in the knife light.

The dragons stayed for a while.

The ghoul below was also lost.

"Peng!"

A phantom was forced out of the void by the blade light, and the two collided. The ghost screamed and retreated, Mo Qiu also showed his body.

He is holding a long knife, his hair is flying, his bright eyes are like a secluded pool that has not changed in thousands of years, reflecting the expression of uncertainty around him.

"Everyone."

He gestured forward:

"Don't let him run away."

As an ally of the Seven Fei Palace, he naturally knows the ghost clan masters who have entered the Dragon Burying Heaven this time.

Shadow Demon under the seat of Yanghou.

Ghost King master.

The strength of Uncle Bai next to Emperor Yu is more powerful than that, especially the Soul Slashing Knife in his palm, which has a different power.

Can cut shadows and kill people.

Coupled with the fact that the body gathers and disperses invisible and hides the void, even if it is facing the tenth-order dragon clan, it may not be without the power of a battle.

"good."

Huang Long returned to his senses, Long Eye took a deep look at Mo Qiu, and shook his body, rushing towards the Shadow Demon:

"Foreigners, kill my dragons and go away!"

Moqiu lifted the knife in his hand, and noticed a terrifying aura that was approaching fast in the distance, and immediately lost the passion to continue working on it.

A Tier 10 dragon came, and the Shadow Demon couldn't escape.

but…

Is Yanghou not there?

After a while.

"Peng!"

With an unwilling roar, a huge mushroom cloud appeared in the sky, and the dark and gloomy breath of the Shadow Demon disappeared.

"A family member of the third generation of evil dragons, the patriarch of the Jiang clan?"

Huang Long, who was chasing the Shadow Demon, turned back and nodded towards Moqiu:

"Thank you just now, I am the Yuan of the Huanglong clan, your strength is good, and the swordsmanship is even better. You can come to me in the future."

"Yes." Mo Qiu gave his hand:

"If you have time, I will definitely visit."

The dragon clan with only one word in the dragon clan holds a very high position in the dragon clan group. The other side shows favor, obviously admiring his sword technique.

After the fight, he cleaned the battlefield.

The more than 100,000 people of the clan below were vomited by the dragon clan and burned out in a short time, leaving only the ashes flying in the wind.

After the death of the ghosts, they will not leave a physical body, and will naturally dissipate between the heaven and the earth.

It's a foreign object, which stayed.

"This knife is not bad." Huang Longyuan turned into a short and sturdy middle-aged man, holding Shadow Demon's Soul Slashing Knife in his hand, gently waving:

"It doesn't look sharp, but it can kill opponents by cutting off the shadow. These outsiders' methods are really weird and wonderful."

"Ok…"

"How about this knife?"

The last sentence, self-seeing Moqiu said.

"Lord Dragon God likes it, just keep it." Mo Qiu said:

"My knife is also good."

"Yeah." Yuan was overjoyed, smiling and putting away the scimitar:

"Thanks."

It stands to reason that if he does not ask for help, he will not only be unable to take the Shadow Fiend, but even his life is in danger, and the spoils should be given to the opponent.

But this machete, he really likes it.

Now he waved his hand and said:

"You can take the rest."

"Thank you." Mo Qiu folded his hands, and flicked his long sleeves. The storage bags, clay pots, and vaginal objects underneath were thrown into his hands one after another.

"Jian... Chief Jiang." At this time, a clan chief cautiously approached, whispering:

"I wonder if the clay pot can be let down?"

"Oh!"

Don't beg to turn your head, looking at the incoming person:

"How do you call it?"

"The patriarch of the rain clan, Shui Kui." The man was tall and thin, with pale skin and flesh, with the strength of an eighth-order dragon, he smiled and gave his hand:

"This thing is useful to our people. If Chief Jiang is willing to give in, I...I can exchange some spiritual things."

"No need." Moqiu shook his head and handed the clay pot over:

"The Chief Aqua needs it, even if it is taken, I don't know what it's useful for. It's in my hands, it's probably a display."

"Thank you, thank you!" Shui Kui was overjoyed, nodded anxiously, and reached out to take it.

Watching the other party leave, do not seek to suppress a smile, and his face is contemplative.

He knew exactly what the clay pot was.

The stuff inside was the dragon clan's essence and blood sealed by the ghost clan in the underworld, and it was also something that King Lu asked his descendants to bring back.

Essence and blood are mixed with Yin Qi and cannot enter Hualong Pond.

so…

Logically speaking, the person who buried the Dragon Sky is useless, only the ghost clan of the underworld would need it. The patriarch of the rain clan actually wants it?

Of course.

The reason why Moqiu was willing to give in was to conceal his identity, and second, he noticed a few other gazes, looking at the clay pot.

Now that the clay pot is let go, those eyes are also shifted.

One of them, cold and solemn, came from that rank ten dragon clan.

"Well…"

"interesting!"

After pondering a little, he smiled softly.

...

The cave is dark.

Occasionally, insects crawled past, and the squeaking sound of the rat squeaked from time to time.

A ghost swayed in it, sometimes showing five heads, and the cold ghost wind whirled, fearing that someone who could be shocked fainted on the spot.

"Master."

The rocks squirmed, and a ghost appeared:

"During this period, many masters and princesses showed up. According to the information we have investigated, there are two Tier 11 dragons and 13 Tier 10 dragons nearby. There are no fewer than five or six dragons and imperial dragons with the strength of Tier 9. Ten, there are a total of eight heavenly dragons and four bloodlines here."

"Well…"

The heads of the five ghosts shook:

"There are indeed many masters, but the dragons have not fought with foreigners in millions of years, and they have long been slacking off, and now the enemy is in the dark, except for the two eleventh-order dragons, as long as the others are well prepared, even if they are the tenth-order dragons. It may not be impossible to kill."

"Yes." The ghost nodded:

"but…"

"As long as there is a Tier 11 dragon here, I am afraid that no county will dare to do it."

"It's okay." Five-headed ghosts not only have five heads, but they also change their minds much faster than ordinary ghosts. He snorted coldly after hearing this:

"Di Yu's news is true, and one end will soon be turned away, and the other end will be trapped for a while. It is not a problem for us."

"Even if you are not sleepy, you can take it away."

He got up and stood up, shook his five heads, and a power that was about to approach the Tier 10 dragon clan slowly rose:

"It has been more than two years. If you can't fight for it, you will eventually become a hopeless royal family. By then, you will be driven to the front line to fight with Zhao Wang."

"That's a life of nine deaths!"

...

"Eight Claws, Shadow Demon, Escape, Swallowing Sea..."

"All are dead."

Princess Heart Sword put on a strong outfit, hung a sword on her waist, looked into the distance with her hands on her back, and said calmly:

"The dragons have killed so many outsiders, and they will certainly relax a little bit. Coupled with the misfortune of the Feng clan, there will definitely be fewer masters here."

"At that time, it will be our opportunity."

"The county lord." One person arched his hands:

"With our strength, facing the Tier 10 Dragon Clan, I am afraid that it will still fail."

"Ah…"

Princess Heart Sword heard this lightly:

"Who told you that I am going to attack the dragon clan?"

"Ok?"

Belong to a daze.

"Compared to the dragons who are physically strong, their spirits can be superimposed, and they can even send messages to each other in the air, don't you think..." Princess Xinjian turned his head and said:

"Is my brothers and sisters better goals?"

"Killing the dragon clan, even if you kill one, you can only get a portion of essence and blood, but my brothers and sisters have more than one portion!"

...

"Palace Master."

Uncle Bai stood behind Di Yu and said:

"Don't ask, can you trust it?"

"Don't worry." Di Xu said:

"In this Dragon Burial Heaven, we will not betray each other, and even before the moment when the throne is truly determined, the relationship will not change."

"it's here…"

"What we need to guard against is the dragon clan, and those brothers who may be backstabbed at any time, not the Taoist Moqiu of Quanzhen Tao."

"Yes."

Uncle Bai should be.