The first cause of all realms

Chapter 813: The King of People Sees Lord Dragon!
hold head high!
Intangible deterrence is faster than thunderstorms.

Ben stuck out his claws, and the dragon, which was about to crush Nanshan Ba ​​and others, suddenly raised its head, its long whiskers trembling, and let out an earth-shattering violent dragon chant.

Retracting the claws, swinging the body, sweeping the big waves and the flames of the dragon's breath, rushed towards the figure that swooped down from the sky like a shooting star.

dragon?
It's just a dragon!

Surrounded by the red-gold true handle, Yang Jue's brows seemed to have a golden glow, and under the half-opened eyes of the sky, under the night sky, and everything that happened on the big river, he could see everything at a glance.

I saw Long Yuanwei on both sides of the strait whose eyes were tearing apart, Nanshan Ba ​​who was waiting to die with his eyes closed, and also saw the big Jiaolong with scales and claws, which resembled the old dragon blocking the river back then.

Compared with the old dragon blocking the river back then, this flood dragon was several times bigger, and its aura was also much stronger. It was already on the order of ten capitals!

only……

"Where is the princess?"

An inexplicable urgency flashed through Yang Jue's mind, and immediately, he stretched out his palm while falling at a high speed.

hum!
Violent thunder light bloomed from the palm of the palm, and a punch without any change, seemed to have crossed the void, and met the dragon claw as big as a house!

Boom!

It seemed that the most splendid fireworks burst out suddenly in the sky, and the strong light seemed to take away the light of the early morning sun.

In an instant, in the shocked eyes of the people on both sides of the river, the void seemed to turn into a sea in a storm.

The visible airflow and ripples spread layer by layer like concentric circles!
It's a totally disproportionate collision.

Even though one side is intertwined with real gangsters, and the anger behind it explodes like tail flames and pulls out dozens of feet, it still looks very small in front of the huge flood dragon that is more than thirty feet long.

However, the result of this collision was completely opposite to the body shape!

The gigantic flood dragon that elongated its body as if it could touch the sky and the earth, at the moment of collision, let out a mournful cry that was extremely shrill.

The huge body soaring at a high speed seemed to have hit the legendary sky and stagnated in mid-air.

Immediately, in the bursting light rain.

Propelled by that ray of golden light, at a faster speed than it took off, it smashed into the ruins of the deserted wilderness beside the big river.

Rumble!
The shrubs covered in silver disappeared from everyone's eyes under the strong light almost instantly.

Then, the billowing snow and silt were thrown towards the sides and towards the sky, just like the legendary "hate the sky without a handle, hate the ground without a ring" stretched out his hands from above the sea of ​​clouds, and pulled the earth on both sides. High in the sky, like a curtain!
And between the curtains, there is still gunpowder smoke, and the bottomless gap spreads from the riverside to the wilderness, and it is tens or hundreds of feet away!

woohoo~
For a moment, and for a long time, both sides of the river seemed to have fallen into silence, and no matter who it was, they felt their hearts were blank.

Many Long Yuanwei even kept their eyes tearing apart, but they seemed to have lost the ability to shout, and stood there in a daze!
fast!
too fast!
From the sudden appearance of the mysterious three people and their intrusion into the Crystal Palace, to the tyrant in Nanshan, pushing everyone in the palace to follow, to the awakening of the dragon, and the furious claws, and then to the golden light, piercing down from the sky to the earth, pressing the dragon with his palm, and plowing the ground for hundreds of feet... …

Everything is only a dozen or so breaths away from each other.

Such violence and swiftness simply exceeded the limit of imagination of everyone present.

It wasn't until the violent air wave came back against the current that everyone in the cold wind came back to their senses, but they still felt their mouths were dry, their hands and feet were sore, and they were greatly stimulated.

"Grand Commander!"

The people of Long Yuanwei came to their senses, rushing into the river where the flames had already been extinguished, and snatched Nanshan Ba, who was as angry as a gossamer, ashore.

At this time, in the gap where the gunpowder smoke dissipated, there were bursts of teeth-piercing friction sounds.

Dressed in black clothes and holding a straight-edged knife, the swordsman who looked like a boy stretched out his hand to grab the dragon's horn, and dragged the dragon corpse, which was as huge as a hill, to the shore.

It was only at this time that the group of Longyuan Guards really felt the terror.

This dragon corpse was more than thirty feet long and weighed tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of catties. It was tens of feet away, and the terrifying aura still made them feel horrified.

However, such a terrifying monster was beaten to death in just an instant...

"Yang..."

Suddenly, a certain Long Yuanwei shuddered and recognized the swordsman:
"Northwest King?!"

This name seemed to have magical powers, making the already noisy voices on the shore instantly disappear.

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

Yang Ju's reputation today is so great that he has already caught up with the brave and invincible King Zhang Xuanba of Zhao in the Western Mansion, especially in this pass, it is enough to stop children from crying at night.

This is especially true for the group of Long Yuanwei.

Many of them have seen this person before, even when the second son seized the throne, they have seen the scene of this person displaying his supernatural power.

But the scene in front of him is ten times more terrifying than it was back then?
Even though I have heard a lot of news about this person over the years, I was still so shocked that I was at a loss, and it took me a long time before I remembered to thank him.

"Thank you Northwest King for your help..."

After a long while, Nanshan Ba ​​also came to his senses and thanked him with difficulty.

"Brother Nanshan is an old acquaintance of Mr. Yang, why bother to thank him?"

With a flick of his hand, he threw aside the unknowingly heavy dragon corpse that was still squirming unconsciously, causing everyone's eyelids to twitch wildly again.

"do not speak."

He wanted to say something else, but Yang Jue stretched out his hand and pressed on his shoulder, the former's body trembled, and he felt an indescribably surging true energy pouring into him.

It was as if Ding Haishen's needle entered the sea, and within a few moments, it suppressed his boiling blood and restored his calm.

"Thank you..."

"This injury is not a big deal, but your life essence was burned by that fire for more than thirty years..."

Yang Yue let go of his hand.

Nanshan Ba ​​gasped for a few words, speaking quickly:

"Yang, my lord. The old lady and princess..."

At this point, the words stopped abruptly.

With the death of Jiaolong, the red sun that hid the passage of the Crystal Palace has completely disappeared.

"This this……"

Nan Shanba's face turned pale, and he almost coughed up blood:

"King Yang, save the old lady, save..."

His injury was not healed, and he was too anxious, so he couldn't recount it completely for a while, several Long Yuanwei hurried forward, telling what happened today one by one.

"Then, the red sun has disappeared, the old lady, they..."

Nan Shanba stood up suddenly, felt dizzy for a while, and almost fell to the ground.

Although his injuries have been suppressed, but the fire of the dragon's breath burned his lifespan for 30 years, and even burned [-]% of his vitality and blood. At this moment, he almost fainted.

"Red Sun, Flood Dragon, Crystal Palace..."

Yang Ju's heart moved slightly, and he looked at the dragon corpse.

This flood dragon has a huge body and strong aura. It is better than the old dragon blocking the river back then, but it has no intelligence and is muddled.

Kong has great physical strength, but the threat is not as good as the old dragon blocking the river. Naturally, he was killed by one blow.

"This dragon is dead..."

A group of Long Yuanwei looked at each other, and when he was hesitant to speak, Yang Ju turned around and walked in front of the dragon corpse.

The physical strength of this dragon corpse is no less than his, even if the soul is defeated by him, the body is still wriggling, and even the injury is recovering at an extremely fast speed.

"Suppressing Evil Seal."

Without hesitation, Yang Jue concentrated on his thoughts and activated the Suppressing Evil Seal in his mind.

Since Jing Yi died at the hands of the old woman Liansheng, he did not refine the living dead again. Firstly, he had to devote himself to preparing for the battle against Liansheng. Secondly, as the Northwest King, he no longer lacked subordinates.

But this does not mean that he will give up the Suppressing Evil Seal and ignore it. On the contrary, in the past five years, he has been absorbing and merging fate almost every day.

Prepared for the author of refining 'Grass Head God'.

But he will not slaughter others and take the corpses in order to refine this grass-headed god, so he will delay it.

Until then...

[Suppressing Evil Seal: Refining Soul and Riding Corpse]

【Ghost: None】

【Yin God: Jing Yi (Dead)】

【Grass Head God: [-]】

【Unnamed Grass Head God】

【Fate: Turtle Shape】

【Fifteen Fate】

[Fate: Unblessed]

[Purple Gold Swallowing Evil Treasure Gourd: Contains 73 purple lives, 37 golden lives, 49 red lives, [-] green lives, green, gray, white...]

……

……

The cool river flows outside, and inside is a beautiful crystal palace.

A, a real palace made of crystal!

"Is this the Crystal Palace?"

Stretching out his hand to touch the smooth and clear wall, Su Ding's eyes were flooded.

Just as he expected, this Crystal Palace itself is a magic weapon, a magic weapon that may be of very high grade!

At least it is a high-level magic weapon that possesses the four types of Dao types of 'water avoidance', 'size as you wish', 'internal space', and 'spirit gathering'!

"It's so beautiful, so beautiful..."

Lu Gu's eyes are also bright.

Such a magic weapon that claims to be one is at least a treasure worth tens of thousands of small kung fu in Wanfa Building, and it is rare in Longquan Realm.

How can we not let her heart surge?

The two were very excited, but Jiang Xiazi's face was very ugly, because, wearing a strange ancient blue shirt, he looked like a middle-aged Confucian scholar,

Walking out from behind the slowly opened main hall gate.

"Um?!"

"careful!"

Half a beat later, Su Ding and the two of them also realized that something was wrong, subconsciously brought up mana, and looked at the green-clothed scholar warily.

"who are you?"

The blue-clothed Confucian scholar walked slowly, and came towards the palace gate, his voice was cold and ruthlessly indifferent:
"This old man is from the Tianhuang Realm, Aotian, the Dragon Lord of the North Sea..."

Hey!
Damn it!

Hearing the extremely ancient Taoism, the faces of the three of them, including Jiang Xiazi, all trembled, and their scalps were a little numb.

Compared with other ranks, the rank of dragons can be seen even from the self-proclaimed ones.

Dragon son, dragon king, dragon king...

Jinglong, Helong, Hailong, Tianlong...

"Big luck, this dao ghost is actually the North Sea Dragon Lord from Tianhuang Realm..."

The three of them took out the magic weapon very tacitly, and broke out in a cold sweat, feeling extremely unlucky.

Who would have thought that there is still a monster calling itself 'Sea Dragon Lord' alive in a river...

Moreover, it is the North Sea Dragon Lord of the ancient Tianhuang Realm!

This this……

"Since you're here, you don't have to go."

It sounded like a human voice, like a dragon chant, and seemed to be able to speak out, the moment his voice was uttered, everyone including Zhang Wen'an and the old concubine who had just fallen into the Dragon Palace.

It's all in place!

"you……"

Su Ding's hideous expression was completely frozen.

"Come."

Glancing at the crowd indifferently, the green-clothed Confucian scholar who claimed to be the Dragon Lord of Beihai turned around and returned to the main hall.

There was no resistance.

Everyone, including Su Ding and Jiang Xiazi, walked stiffly like puppets on a string, and followed behind him.

"Dead, dead..."

"no no!"

"Move! Move!"

……

Shouts of fright and anger exploded in the hearts of the crowd, however, no matter if it was the old lady, Jiang Xiazi or Su Ding.

None of them could perceive their own bodies, so they could only watch helplessly as they stepped into the resplendent main hall,

Listening to the heavy stone door behind him slowly closing.

"Move, move!"

Su Ding's will was boiling, and finally, his eyes moved, and the dragon scales close to his body burned violently, and the tingling pain caused Su Ding to lift his palm.

At this moment, he was extremely frightened and terrified, and he even forgot about Lu Gu who was just an arm away.

The magic weapon was activated, and he frantically fled towards the door that was about to close.

"No!"

However, in the next moment, the extremely shrill wailing filled the entire hall!
"Oh?"

On the throne, the Confucian scholar in green shirt looked down.

A white palm protruded from behind the palace door that was about to close, and hit Su Ding, who was running away in panic, with perfect accuracy, kicked off the ground, and hit the wall heavily.

It also got stuck at the palace gate that could be closed by a thread!
"Who?!"

Looking at the violently trembling palace door, even Su Ding, who was coughing up blood and screaming, couldn't help being stunned.

Who?
Who will seek death? !
Whoa!
It seems that there is a tide that is constantly surging, boiling, and bubbling bubbles are constantly popping up in the hall.

A few moments later, the fluctuation disappeared, and under the horrified gazes of the crowd, a pair of hands pushed open the half-closed palace door.

Stepped into the main hall:
"Long Juntai is also stingy, Yang is only half a step too late, why is he closing the door?"

　Good night……

　
(End of this chapter)