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Two hundred and sixty seventh chapter is not arrogant

It was urgent. Even if I knew someone was deliberately spreading the news, this news still shocked Qiao Rulai and others very much.

However, just as dawn was dawn, countless information had already been heard, all of which were all news.

Nangong Hen, a madman from the Central Plains, captured Yinglong, hung it behind the ghost carriage, and headed towards the Ghost Sacrifice Demon Palace, and traveled through the Demon World.

The goal is obvious!

One devil in a thousand years, the supreme overlord, and the Yuan Xie Emperor!

...

"This Yinglong really disgraces his ancestors!"

Zhao Wuyou shook his head helplessly, but he had no intention of interfering.

Even if Yinglong is a divine beast opened up by the human race, it will be a matter of other worlds.

The four ancient dragons in the Nine Realms of Golden Light have nothing to do with Zhao Wuyou. However, Pan Huang seemed to have some abnormal movements. He deliberately used Yinglong's bloodline to collect a lot of the essence and blood that Yinglong was beaten out, and nurtured somewhere in the void, turning it into a blood cocoon.

"Since you want to collect, it is better to gather the four dragon talents. Perhaps you can give birth to a Nine Realms Ancestral Dragon. As the Human Emperor's mount, it is also qualified!"

Seeing Panhuang’s actions, Zhao Wuyou couldn’t help but mention it.

However, Panhuang, who had just stopped, suddenly nodded in aware way.

But his ambitions are even greater.

"Since the ancestor dragon with the head of scales has existed, the Feng Ancestor with the head of feathers and the Lin Ancestor with the head of beasts must not be missing!"

Seeing that Pan Huang wanted to do something big, Zhao Wuyou kept silent.

He always felt that according to Pan Huang’s idea, he was afraid that the next era would not be called the Yangshen Realm, but... the prehistoric world!

Shaking his head, he always felt that he shouldn't have told Pan Huang about the legends and myths, but Zhao Wuyou didn't care too much.

After all, even in the real world of prehistoric times, the sixth-level Taoist master is definitely invincible under the saints. The first-class figures of Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal are only a little less survivable than those saints who are comparable to immortality.

Unless he is known as the Taoist master, he should actually enter the immortal realm and has long since transcended the prehistoric world, he will take action, otherwise he will be afraid!

"It's up to you, but this guy directly entrusted Master Yinglong behind the carriage, which was also giving Yuan Xiehuang a warning!"

"I just don't know how far he can fight with that Yuan Xie Emperor?"

A trace of splendor flashed in his eyes, looking out of the void, as if something huge was swaying there, and a chuckle appeared on the corner of Zhao Wuyou's mouth.

...

"How could this happen suddenly?"

Qiao Ruta’s blood and blood have not yet recovered, but it is too late at this time!

"Senior Black and White Langjun..."

Jian Wuji, who came back from the Zhulou, also had a bad expression, but the sword intent in his eyes was like a star scar, showing his sword path advancement.

Hearing Qiao Rugata's doubts, he couldn't help but speak.

"Isn't that cockfighting, that's the character? I guess he met Master Yinglong somewhere, and then he felt that it was not enough to fight, so he just went straight to the Ghost Sacrifice and Demon Palace!"

"It's not the first time he's doing this kind of thing."

After touching his chin, he noticed a little bit of roots appearing, and Jian Wuji shook his hand in disgust.

"I thought this cockfighting cock had been settled for so long, but I didn't expect that it would be a second-largest one..."

"It really fits his character!"

However, Qiao Ruta found a trace of conspiracy in it.

"It's not that simple. I happened to meet Yinglong's Master. Yinglong's Master could only fight with the Black and White Langjun. It happened that their battle was seen by many people and spread throughout the Central Plains, and it happened to let others know the Black and White Langjun's movements."

"There are only one possibility for too many coincidences. There are people behind this. They cannot interfere with the Black and White Langjun, but they can tempt him to react appropriately!"

A strange light flashed through his eyes.

"This method makes me feel very familiar!"

With a sigh of emotion, Qiao Ruta did not want to see that kind of scene, especially when the demon world invaded.

However, this method is indeed a way that allows Zhongyuan to intuitively understand the Yuan Xiehuang’s ability. It is most suitable to use the Black and White Langjun’s cultivation as an attempter!

This thought flashed through my mind.

But Qiao Rulai is not someone who can do anything to win, and he is considering how to rescue him immediately.

"Jian Wuji, Shang Tonghui has given it to you. Master Bodhizun and Miss Jinyanxia still need to rest. I will go to find Yinyan and ask Senior Wen Huang to take action, and in addition..."

Qiao Ruta's eyes moved.

"Maybe I'm going to find my uncle!"

Since leaving the earth gate, Qiao Ruta's uncle, the mirror-hiding man, disappeared, but there were traces of him among the powerful people who had collapsed the meteor shower before, so Qiao Ruta naturally sensed his place.

In addition, the wolf lord Qian Xueguming sent from Miaojiang, and the three heroes of Miaojiang were dispatched together, so they should be able to steal people from the hands of Emperor Yuan Xie.

Before you can win, you can first lose. This is Qiao Tathagata's instinct as a wise man.

As soon as the thought moved, the several figures that had divided had already broken through the air. Qiao Ruta himself escaped directly to the Lingjie Mountain, which was also the location of the Ghost Sacrifice and Demon Palace.

Arrive one step earlier, even if you are not able to compete, you can delay.

At least, the Black and White Langjun, who is the main combat power of the Central Plains, cannot be in danger of his life!

‘It’s still insufficient combat power!’

Qiao Ruta also recalled the positions of the powerful men who took action in the Central Plains again during the shuttle.

‘It seems that it’s time for Zhongyuan to find some helpers in the face of the Demon World!’

I didn’t have to worry too much. The most urgent task at this time is to rush to the Ghost Sacrifice Demon Palace!

...

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

The craziest laughter spread throughout the Lingjie Mountains.

Neither the demon soldiers nor the demon generals could stop a carriage made of white bones from advancing.

The white bone spirit horse galloped, and behind it was a figure full of embarrassment. It was the lord of the evil Yuejiang Dynasty and one of the three overlords of the Demonic World, Dongyun Wuxiang Yinglong Master!

"Too weak, too weak, too weak!"

The black and white man Nangong Hen held a Yin-Yang fan in his hand, looking at the demon soldiers and generals around him. Although he was very powerful than the human soldiers, it was still not enough to satisfy this crazy man.

"There aren't enough powerful people in the Demon World that make me interested?"

With a terrifying energy, the countless demon soldiers gathered in front of the carriage turned into flesh and blood all over the sky.

Become the target of the trampling of the bone carriage!

The wheels that were moving forward quickly splashed countless flesh and blood. Such existence and such arrogance have never seen even the demon soldiers and demons in the demon world.

Even they began to deeply doubt whether we are demons or he is demons?

The demon world elite guarding the gate of the Ghost Sacrifice Demon Palace rushed into the hall with a figure that was almost breathless.

The strong aura showed hostility without any concealment.

"The ghost shadows shuttled through the dark night, the white skeleton looked like a horse, the man called Nangong Ming with hatred, and the Jun Yang was angry and killed the world!"

"I, the black and white man Nangong Hen, come to give the devil a thousand years, the pain of failure!!"

As soon as the black and white figure appeared, the terrifying aura left the arrogant figure leaning on the throne. The void trembled, and even the space seemed to be unable to withstand such two peerless powerful men.

As soon as the drought thunder comes out.

‘Click!’

Space rupture!
Chapter completed!
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