Ye Yunluoli signed to the 10-year Dragon Sect

"Patriarch, Fellow Daoist Long Yunzi can really save our Jinglian Monster Dragon Clan. I'm not lying, the slave mark on my body...has been lifted by him!"

Long Chan looked excited and said loudly.

"What? The slave mark on your body has been removed! How is this possible?"

As soon as Long Chan's words came out, seven or eight divine senses immediately invaded his body.

Long Chan remained motionless.

Although his cultivation base is higher than these people, in fact, his seniority is not high.

Back in the Nether Burial Pit, he became more and more low-key.

Because Long Chan knew that his chance to go out was naturally based on the self-sacrifice of the clansmen.

After a careful scan with spiritual consciousness, the complexions of all the white-robed men changed.

"The slave seal disappeared, how...how is this possible?"

The white-robed old man's eyes turned red, and his body trembled with excitement.

for millions of years.

They Jinglian Yaolong clan, although they are controlled by others, they always want to get rid of the sea of ​​suffering.

But the slave marks on their bodies made them slaves forever, unable to turn over.

Therefore, they could only obediently refine the corpses in the Nether Burial Pit endlessly.

Tens of thousands of centuries of resistance have failed one by one.

The Jinglian Monster Dragon Clan has become mechanical and numb now.

They knew that the lord behind the arrangement of the slave seal might have reached the realm of a god-emperor.

Therefore, they will never try to undo the slave seal for the rest of their lives.

"Long Chan, he is only on the fourth level of the Godly Realm, how did he do it?"

The middle-aged man frowned and asked in a deep voice.

Although he believed that Long Chan would not lie, seeing Ye Yun's cultivation was so low, he still found it unbelievable.

Such a powerful slave seal can be broken by only the fourth floor of the Divine Venerable Realm, this is simply a fantasy!

"I do not know either……"

Long Chan spread his hands, and said with a wry smile: "Fellow Daoist Long Yunzi, he has superb swordsmanship, and even I, a god-king, are no match for me, and I was almost beaten to death, so I don't know how he broke it. slave print!"

"what?"

"Your cultivation base of the God King Realm can't beat a sword cultivator at the fourth level of the God King Realm?"

"how can that be?"

Long Chan's words immediately exploded the hearts of the people in white robes in front of them.

Everyone was dumbfounded, looking at Ye Yun in disbelief.

They couldn't believe it.

A pure lotus monster dragon in the state of the god king is not an opponent of a sword cultivator in the state of the gods.

This Sword Cultivator of the Divine Exalted Realm is only at the fourth level of the Divine Venerable Realm, and has not yet reached the high level of the Divine Venerable Realm.

Could it be that.

In this world, is there really a kind of swordsmanship that can surpass so many levels?

"Dear ones, I really didn't lie..."

Long Chan sighed.

Before coming to the Nether Burial Pit, he had already made such preparations in his heart.

"Okay, I trust this fellow Daoist Long Yunzi for now, but can you break the slave mark in my body first? Let me show the other clansmen first, how about it?"

The middle-aged man stepped forward, came to Ye Yun, and said expectantly.

For this slave seal, he hated it, and wished he could smash it early and return to his free body.

"What's wrong with that?"

Facing the middle-aged man's request, Ye Yun shrugged and smiled.

He came this time to understand and save the Jinglian Demon Dragon Clan.

call……

The Sky Disillusionment Eye was activated, and a powerful force instantly rushed into the middle-aged man's mind.

The middle-aged man was in a trance.

boom!

At this moment, he only felt that his brain was splitting apart, as if a huge explosion had occurred.

That powerful slave seal was completely shattered.

"Long Yu, how are you?"

Looking at the bewildered middle-aged man, the old man in white robe asked nervously.

A few seconds passed.valley

Only then did Long Yu recover from that bewildered state to a normal sober state.

"Patriarch, the slave mark in my body is gone! Haha, it's really great, I'm free again!"

Long Yu shouted loudly, to the point of emotion, couldn't help dancing, excited like a child.

hiss!

The faces of the white-robed people watching changed drastically, and they all gasped.

So simple……

It broke such a powerful slave mark.

The sword cultivator in front of me, I have to say... is too scary, right?

Looking at Ye Yun, the white-robed old man's eyes were in a daze.

At this moment, he doubted very much whether the sword cultivator in front of him was a strong man in the God Emperor Realm.

But he thought about it, and then denied such an idea.

In the divine soil.

How could a sword cultivator at the God Emperor Realm come to save their Jinglian Yaolong clan?

Isn't that right with the powerful monks of the gods in the land of the gods?

Absolutely impossible!

The gods in the sacred soil, if they have reached the high-level god-king or god-emperor realm, often stand on the same ground.

No one will ever betray.

"Fellow Daoist Long Yunzi, you are so concerned about our Jinglian Yaolong, do you have any request?"

The old man in white robe came over, looked at Ye Yun seriously, and asked tremblingly.

When he said these words, he was already prepared in his heart.

As long as the slavery is lifted, even if the Jinglian Monster Dragon Clan recognizes this white-clothed Jianxiu as their master, they will be happy.

After all, if they lost the slave seal, they would not have any worries about their lives, and they could continue to practice after breaking through to the God King Realm.

On the way of cultivation, from then on it is a smooth road, full of infinite light.

"I don't have any demands on your Jinglian Monster Dragon Clan, and I don't expect anything in return. As for the specific reasons, you will naturally know later..."

Ye Yun said lightly.

Looking at the clansmen of the Jinglian Yaolong clan, they have been enslaved by the slave seal to such an extent that they are so cautious in speaking and doing things.

This made Ye Yun's heart ache.

"Thank you, fellow daoist, for your great kindness and virtue, my Jinglian demon dragon clan will never forget it! If there is any assignment in the future, my Jinglian demon dragon clan will definitely go through fire and water, and I will not hesitate!"

The white-robed old man looked excited and burst into tears.

"Don't say it so seriously..."

Ye Yun smiled slightly.

In the depths of the eyes, there are countless tiny star-like purple runes, changing rapidly.

At this moment, he activated the Sky Disillusionment Eye.

A wave of power instantly descended on the people around him.

Only a few breaths passed.

There was a loud bang from within these people.

The slave seal was completely broken.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Long Yunzi!"

The men in white robes who had regained their freedom all came over to salute Ye Yun with excited expressions and tears in the corners of their eyes.

"Let's go..." Ye Yun waved his hand disapprovingly, stepped forward, and landed on the platform in the Nether Burial Pit.

The others quickly followed.

After landing on the platform.

The old man in white robe said excitedly: "My dear clansmen, you all must know what happened above, right?"

"Patriarch, we also paid attention with our spiritual sense just now, and we all know..."

A woman in a white robe said excitedly.

"Then please ask Engong to help us get rid of the slave mark in our body, so that our Jinglian Yaolong clan can regain their freedom!"

The old man in white robe suddenly knelt down, his voice was impassioned, and even his title was changed.

With the old patriarch taking the lead, all members of the Jinglian Yaolong clan knelt down, including Long Chan.

"it is good!"

Ye Yun spat out a word lightly.

He was about to cast the Sky Disillusionment Eye, when suddenly his eyes narrowed, and he saw hundreds of strange monsters covered with long hair flying out of the depths of the ghostly burial pit.