Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 1338
Just as the image in the teahouse was shown, two people came out from the opposite shop, one was the Venerable Mo Dao, and the other was wrapped under a cloak.

Ji Chaoyue's eyes paused slightly, it was them.

Huajianci consigned Jingqiong, more out of punishment and warning to the Nirvana Society, there is no extravagant hope of uprooting the Nirvana Society at once, so she just asked her to help see who will redeem Jingqiong, and did not ask her to stop it , because of the grievances between Xuanyuan and Nanjia, she stayed here seriously for a month.

Although she smelled the blood of the Xuanyuan clan on Jingqiong's hands, she didn't want to make trouble at this moment. After all, there was a powerful demonic venerable over there, so it would be of no benefit to act rashly.

She planned to follow them for a while to see if the Venerable Mo Dao bought Jing Qiong by accident, or under the auspices of the Nirvana Society.

Ji Chaoyue saved a video, and got up to follow the demonic venerable just as he was grabbing Jing Qiong and disappearing into the distance.

Suddenly, a cloud of faint blue brilliance burst out from the sky, and the Venerable Mo Dao and Jing Qiong collided and appeared.

The huge energy fluctuations shocked the monks in the square city. Except for a few venerables, the rest suddenly dispersed. They didn't want to be seriously injured and dying because of being involved in other battles!
Ji Chaoyue looked up into the sky through the teahouse with her spiritual sense, and saw the figure of Emperor Ninghe appearing in the faint blue brilliance. Isn't this person crazy? How did he come to Juntian Jiuxiao Linglong Club?

Venerable Mo Dao was not easy to get along with, and asked, "Who are you, please report your name quickly, so that I can engrave you on the monument in front of the grave!"

Emperor Ninghe had disheveled hair, his once dark beard was messy and white, and his expression was numb. He stared straight at Jingqiong under the cloak, his eyes were terrifyingly deep.

"Hehe, it turns out that he wanted to rob someone from me!" The Mo Dao Venerable glanced back and forth between the two of them, he would not hand over Jing Qiong to others, and moved a step to block him.

Jing Qiong's face in human form now belongs to Ning Qiwu, the grandson of Emperor Ninghe. When he saw Emperor Ninghe, the corner of his mouth kept pulling a smile, and he didn't let it go. Meet the ancestors."

Emperor Ninghe's face changed rapidly, and the suppressed fury finally turned into gushing magma, which was going to burn him down.

A faint blue light burst out from his body, and with a low roar, he turned into a tall and mighty energy form, like a ghost general covered in armor.

"Nangjia Clan?" Venerable Mo Dao thought he was here to rob people, but it didn't look like it, suddenly the wind broke through the air, and the attack was close.

Emperor Ninghe swung a huge ax wildly, and the power of the plague splashed everywhere, forming a poisonous field. His aura locked Jing Qiong tightly, and even covered the Venerable Demonic Dao in the poisonous field. Don't let them escape.

The poisonous wind blew into the square city, and all the spiritual trees on the roadside and potted plants in the house that could be seen all curled up their leaves, withered and rotted in their breath.

Ji Chaoyue watched the tea table under her hand gradually change from log color to dark brown, and immediately put down the tea cup. The tea cup gradually became dark, and the water in the cup dried up, leaving behind a pile of rotten leaves.

She escaped from the city and watched the battle between Emperor Ninghe and the Venerable Mo Dao from afar, and when she glanced at it, she saw the dead fish eye standing on a roof not far away.

Ji Chaoyue raised her head, "Fellow Daoist, do you know who those people are?"

Zhan Changfeng glanced at her and remained silent.

Ji Chaoyue always felt that she gave her a disgusted look, and her heart was burning. Even if this guy is not related to the Nanjia clan and the Nirvana Society, he is not a good person!
Lingjian Tianjun, who was desperately watching the battle, saw the two venerables in front of him, and hurriedly expressed his friendship, "Let me explain to the two venerables, the one wearing the cloak seems to be a Nanjia tribe that was put up for auction in a treasure house. , the demon venerable next to him has unknown origin, but not long ago he fought with another venerable, his dao name is well known to everyone, it is venerable Hengfang, as for the newcomer"

This Lingjian Tianjun has a complicated look on his face. He was still in the teahouse watching him and Xuanyuan Emperor's original blood fight with all his attention just now!

People, if they really can't stand the nagging, they just read the beginning, good guy, hit them in front of them!
He also changed from a spiritual mirror to a Void Returner!
Ji Chaoyue knew much more about the inside story than he did, but after listening to him, she nodded and said "Thank you".

The Lord Lingjian didn't dare to disturb too much, so he stepped back a little happily when he got the response, and watched the battle in the poison domain seriously.

It’s not that they like to watch the excitement, it’s really that they understand other people’s fighting skills, and distinguishing the principles and laws involved in it is also a kind of practice to improve themselves. If they can fully understand the fighting skills of high-level monks, they may have an epiphany just by watching.

It doesn't matter if you can't understand anything, you can make a fortune by recording it.

No matter how the monks outside looked on, Emperor Ninghe's sanity was almost burned out, and the only thought in his mind was to kill Jingqiong.

He had enshrined their tablets in the ancestral hall, but what did they give back to him? !

It is the people who seized him!
For most of his life, he worked hard and devoted himself to expanding Nanjiang and dominating the Fengyun realm. For what reason, he wanted this clan, his clan, to become the largest clan in the history of Fengyun!

Ning Qiwu is even more his grandson, he is the successor he cultivated with all his painstaking efforts. Why do these people who claim to be his ancestors trample his hard work on the ground and trample on his lifelong vision!

If it was because of that hateful blood, he would rather pull out the blood of the so-called Nanjia clan and throw them in the face!

Most of the force attacking Jingqiong was blocked by Venerable Hengfang, Jingqiong was in danger, but he was not worried, "It is the most stupid act to target the plague on your own people, you can't hurt me. "

Jing Qiong's hand brushed across the dark green poisonous mist in front of him. This poisonous mist that even the Venerable Hengfang in his prime was afraid of, almost twisted his fingers under his hands.

As the ancestor of the Nanjia clan, Jingqiong is better at serving plagues than Emperor Ninghe.

"Clan people?!" Emperor Ninghe's expression twisted, "I have no clansmen anymore, and my clansmen are all dead by your hands. If I don't kill you, it will be hard to get rid of the hatred in my heart!"

Jing Qiong didn't take it seriously, "What kind of people are they called? They're just containers for blood. Since you have the opportunity to return to your ancestors, you should get rid of that low-level species and be a member of the Nanjia people."

"absurd!"

"Until now, you can't put yourself in the right place, and you can't tell who is the clansman. You are really disappointing."

Venerable Hengfang:
He bought something and came back, can't you just be quiet!
Venerable Hengfang has always protected himself with magic flames to isolate the deadly source of epidemics in the poisonous domain, but when the two of them talked, Emperor Ninghe was so angry that his seven orifices burst into smoke, and his attack power surged up by tons.

Emperor Ninghe slashed at Venerable Hengfang, who was in the way, with a huge axe, "Get out!"

The faint blue brilliance was like balls of flames, following the earth-shattering axe, rolled down from the sky, smashing Venerable Hengfang's magic flames away.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Venerable Hengfang sacrificed three defensive treasures, all of which were pierced by him. Seeing that the countless plagues contained in it were about to invade his upper body, he released a few ghost slaves and took them by force.

(End of this chapter)