The ninth cave is located in the mountain gorge. The cave is like a huge mouth, and there is a vast universe inside.

Outside the cave, the geniuses of the demon race gathered together. Masters from each race had different shapes, and the three demon soldiers who protected the law and the way totaled more than a hundred demons.

The monsters rubbed their teeth and claws, and there were corpses under their mouths.

Animals have a habit of dragging food into their nests, and demons are no exception. The only difference between them and ferocious beasts is that they eat more.

Ao Heng transformed into a dragon and lay prone at the entrance of the cave. The wounds on his body had been healed with precious medicine, and a scar of flesh and blood intertwined with broken scales was vaguely visible on his abdomen.

Even if you take the magical medicine that can whiten your flesh and whiten your bones, you still can't get rid of this scar.

The dragon's body twisted slightly, with some white hair exposed inside. The contemporary holy son of the White Tiger clan was being held in the Qi machine by Ao Heng, and they were engaging in Qi machine intercourse wantonly.

The nature of the dragon is sexual, it is responsible for the power of reproduction, and it can mate with all things to give birth to children.

This ability was regarded as auspicious in ancient times, and was respected by all ethnic groups, who prayed for the real dragon to send down its son. Human beings who are polite, righteous, and honest also regard dragons as auspicious.

For a race, reproduction is the most sacred thing.

The dragon tribe has indeed mastered the use of reproduction. Without the help of external objects, the combination of qi and qi can turn the yin and yang over and give birth to a child.

On the side, Saint Feng Yue of Angri, who has known the White Tiger Saint since childhood and has a fairly good relationship, closed her eyes slightly. She was afraid that if she raised any objection, she would be the next one to be involved.

Moreover, Holy Son White Tiger brought this upon himself, because his own brother was killed by him repeatedly for provoking Ao Heng.

Fengyue had experienced in the realm of the human race for a period of time, in order to understand the human race, which was completely different from all races, and to create an enemy of the demon race.

Monsters are wild, disorderly and chaotic, this is what the human race is right about.

But most of the monsters are at best mountain people and savages when converted into human beings. The real people are ethnic groups with blood, the scholars and monks are branches of the royal family, and the rulers are the royal family.

The royal family's education for their children is not inferior to that of the disciples of the sect, and the Angri Cave is more comprehensive, and they will require their direct descendants to visit the world.

Regardless of whether they are monsters or monsters, they are all predators of the jungle, but when it comes to matters, the human race is indeed relatively gentle. At least no one would dare to forcefully have sex with others in public. If it happened, they would definitely be attacked by a group of people.

It's not that monsters are completely cold-blooded, but most monsters only have a narrow concept of territory, and love, hate, and hatred only exist within a small area. He can empathize with his family, subordinates, and friends, and he just looks at everything else with cold eyes.

The Holy Son of the White Tiger was forcibly intertwined with Qi, and they were only curious about whether he could be born.

Suddenly, the hairy demons exploded and the hairless ones shook their bodies, and a chill came straight from the bottom of their hearts to their foreheads.

"Those who bully the younger generation think that I, the White Tiger Clan, have no one?"

A voice came from all directions, and blue and purple eyes appeared in the minds of the monsters.

Bai Yao subconsciously wanted to retreat, but it seemed as if roots were growing on the soles of his feet.

A wisp of wind rose slightly, and a tiger shadow suddenly appeared in the center, and then turned into a man in black.

He wore a dark golden robe, his silver-white hair was tied neatly behind his head, his nose was high, his eyebrows were thick, his eyes were large, and his blue-purple eyes contained a power that could frighten hundreds of demons.

"Let him go, don't let me take action."

Ao Heng's eyes narrowed slightly, and his originally careless aura calmed down, and he said: "You finally couldn't help but come out. Bai Dihua, I have long heard that the White Tiger clan has a saint son who is difficult to find in a hundred thousand years. Seeing him today counts.

It’s worthy of the name.”

At the same time, the surrounding demons began to stir.

They had all vaguely heard of the name Bai Di Xun. It was originally a legend that only circulated within the White Tiger clan. Fifty thousand years ago, they had a peerless genius who almost dominated the entire younger generation of the world.

The concept of transvestite did not appear at that time, and various ethnic groups were cannibalizing each other.

It was not until 30,000 years ago that the three religions of the human race stood up, leading the human race to break away from buildings and enter the vast and barren land to cultivate and gradually become stronger and stronger.

Five thousand years ago, a group of monsters surrounded the human race. In the eyes of the monsters, it was not that the human race was weak, but that they had seized on the opponent's short-term weakness.

According to the human race’s classification of history, 30,000 years ago, when the buildings were separated, is called the Antiquity, and 10,000 years ago is called the Middle Ages.

In every era, there is always a genius who leads the way, and every ethnic group always has its days of strength. The ancestors of the ethnic groups that can survive today are all richer.

And Bai Dixun is the most talented person of the White Tiger clan, a peerless genius from ancient times, and the best in the world compared to all races in the contemporary era.

Even someone as arrogant as Ao Heng dare not underestimate him. He is just arrogant, not stupid.

He is always polite to people of the same level, and the words he talks about are not insults, they are always facts.

'His breath is a little weak and it looks like he hasn't recovered yet.'

The solemnity in Ao Heng's eyes gradually faded away, and he gradually understood the basis of the other party's truth.

Liuliu Daoji does not pose a threat for the time being, but it is difficult to guarantee that he will return to his peak in a short period of time.

Bai Di asked: "You're not bad either, but I don't seem to have heard of you?"

"I was born 10,000 years later than you, but I only practiced for 500 years before reaching the top of the Millennium Generation. Then I was banned from longevity and came to this era."

Ao Heng still held the Holy Son of the White Tiger, and even slightly exposed the tiger's head covered in sticky saliva to the other side, which seemed to be provocative but actually testing.

"How many years have you been practicing?"

"Three hundred years to become invincible, maybe one of your ancestors will die in my hands."

As the two spoke, there seemed to be swords and swords clashing, and all the onlookers felt frightened.

Only the two of them know that they are both tit-for-tat and sympathetic to each other. In order to transcend immortality, they abandoned their relatives, friends, parents and blood relatives, sank into the long river of time, and traveled tens of thousands of years to reach this era.

Just for a chance to become an immortal.

The opportunity to become an immortal comes once every 100,000 years, and for half-immortals, a great catastrophe occurs every 10,000 years. Most half-immortals cannot survive the third heavenly tribulation.

Therefore, instead of fighting against the unpredictable catastrophe, it is better to wait for the opportunity of becoming an immortal that comes once every 100,000 years.

Bai Di asked, "Let him go. I will forget this matter."

"Can."

Ao Heng agreed simply, and with a movement of his body, he threw something out.

thump!

Some sticky and wet White Tiger Holy Son fell to the ground, his eyes widened, full of humiliation and unwillingness. When he saw the man in the black gold robe, he burst into tears and cried: "Ancestor! This insect

If you insult me ​​like this, please ask me, ancestor, to seek justice for me."

Bai Di looked for a pair of tiger eyes without any trouble, and said indifferently: "A weak person is not ashamed, but he still has the nerve to cry to me? There are so many monsters here, why did he only target you? The weak eat the strong, and the weak don't bow down, how come?

Are you confident enough to go head-to-head with a strong man?"

The contemporary White Tiger Saint's eyes widened, and his grievances suddenly stopped, replaced by boundless fear.

A pair of green and purple tiger eyes penetrated deep into his mind, revealing naked murderous intent.

"If you commit suicide, I will avenge you."

The Holy Son of the White Tiger took a step back out of fear, and then a big hand reached out and grabbed the tiger's head. His fingers sunk deeply into the skull. The huge tiger head twisted and deformed like tofu, and exploded within ten meters with just one breath.

.

Dead?

The surrounding demon clan prodigies were stunned. They had vaguely heard of Bai Dixun's name, but they didn't expect him to be so vicious.

Bai Dixun noticed the gazes around him and looked around. Everywhere he looked, he bowed his head.

"This era has been tamed like this by a weak human race."

In ancient times, there was no etiquette, morality or self-respect. Dignity always belongs to the strong. Kneeling down to the stronger is not shameful, but an honor.

In this era, the demon tribe kept saying that they wanted to conquer the human race because of an immortal named Qing Cang, but they have been learning from and getting closer to the human race.

"The human race is strong, so naturally we have to learn from them. If you, the White Tiger clan, can kill all the human race, you can conquer Sanqing Mountain and let them learn from you."

Ao Heng smiled calmly, but evil thoughts suddenly occurred in his heart. He changed his voice and said: "Besides, there are many vicious people among the human race now. Otherwise, how could all the races unite and let us stop them like this?"

"The goddess of heaven has left to search for the elixir of death. Among the remaining human race's geniuses, how many of them are Sanqing Daozi, Ten Thousand Demonic Gu Body, Buddha and Demon Saint Body, and Sword Immortal candidates present now?"

Bai Di looked for a name and asked questions.

Although he had just woken up, he did not run out without knowing anything.

"The female body of Sanqing Daozi, the candidate for Sword Immortal, the body of ten thousand demons, and a newly formed immortal Tao body." Ao Heng replied, "But these are not as good as one person, the candidate for Sword Immortal. He is very strong.

"

Bai Dixun's eyes brightened slightly and he asked: "How strong is it?"

"The fifth and fifth Dao foundations are comparable to the sixth and sixth Dao foundations. It is said that no one of the same level dares to respect him."

Ao Heng could not hide his evil thoughts in his heart, and all the proud people like to compete.

These people can be the strongest in a certain era, and they have abandoned everything and gathered in this era. In addition to becoming immortals, they are seeking stronger people after becoming invincible.

Gu Wen's actual strength is at least the seventh level of Taoism, and he is his own seventh level of Taoism.

If Bai Dixun can't beat him, he can be given a warning. If he can beat him, it can be considered as a test.

Bai Dixun stopped talking, and there was a little restlessness in his eyes.

He could tell that Ao Heng seemed to be hiding something from him, but what kind of charisma must Ao Heng have for a talented person who made Ao Heng feel like he could trick him?

A golden eagle landed on the ground, and the golden jade branches turned into human beings, saying: "Dao Zong and his party are three hundred miles away from here. The goddess is nowhere to be seen. Only a semi-immortal is escorting them. Now they are also fighting with three demon saints."

"There is a sword light coming from the north, it should be Xiao Yunyi from Zhejian Mountain."
To be continued...