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"The clan of dragon raisers has a huge influence in the sacred land, deeply rooted, and extremely hidden. Even the Jinglian monster dragon clan, they have not let go..."

Ye Yun's expression was indifferent, and his face was a little ugly.

The words of the demon fire leader coincided with his previous speculation.

It is impossible for dragon breeders to miss any opportunity for the existing dragon clan.

Even if there is a more powerful force controlling the Jinglian demon dragon in the sacred land, the dragon breeder can still get a foot in it and take away most of the dragon eggs.

It can be seen that the dragon-raising family is also an extremely powerful force in the sacred soil.

Ye Yun remembered that among the dragon breeders, there was a branch called Longzhu, which specialized in incubating dragon eggs. He had encountered it in an underground palace somewhere in Da Luoyu.

"Dragon eggs have been taken away. Over the years, our Jinglian demon dragon clan has only more than 100 clansmen left..."

The demon fire leader sighed in self-pity, and his expression became more and more depressed.

"Ok!"

Ye Yun nodded silently.

More than 100 Jinglian demon dragons, the number is not bad.

In today's era, it is very rare for a dragon clan to retain so many offspring.

As for the Jinglian demon dragon family, Ye Yun would naturally not let them go. He wanted to rescue them from the dire straits, and then put them alone in the space of the green beads, allowing them to recuperate in it.

In this day and age.

Ye Yun no longer needed the Lotus Purification Demon Dragon to purify the battlefield.

"Where is the Nether Burial Pit? Take me there!"

Ye Yun said in a low voice, with an unquestionable tone.

"Fellow Daoist Long Yunzi, why are you so interested in our Jinglian Monster Dragon Clan?"

The demon fire leader asked in surprise.

"When you get to that place, you will naturally know..."

Ye Yun smiled meaningfully.

The demon fire leader was stunned for a moment, scratched his head, a little at a loss.

The Nether Burial Pit is an extremely mysterious place, on the sacred land, very few people know about it.

"You don't have to worry about anything, I will lift your slave mark and give you a complete freedom..."

Raising his eyebrows, Ye Yun said lightly.

"What? Fellow Daoist Long Yunzi, did I hear you right, you said you can remove our slave mark?"

The demon fire leader asked in shock.

"That's right, I can remove the slave mark on your Jinglian demon dragon, now—start with you!"

Ye Yun smiled slightly.

The disillusionment eyes of the sky were activated, and a powerful force rushed into the mind of the demon fire leader in an instant.

A silver slave seal suddenly shattered.

After the slave seal was broken.

The demon fire leader was in a state of bewilderment.

It took him a while before he came back to his senses.

"It's unbelievable. The slave seal has really disappeared. Fellow Daoist Long Yunzi, how did you do it?"

The demon fire leader said in disbelief.

"Some things, it's not convenient to tell you now, take me to the Nether Burial Pit first!"

Ye Yun said in a deep voice.

"Okay, I'll take Daoist friends there."

The demon fire leader quickly agreed.

Now that there is no slave mark in his body, his life will no longer be in danger, which makes him feel refreshed.

At this moment, although he had many doubts about Ye Yun's identity in his heart.

But I also know that although the Dragon Yunzi Sword Cultivator in front of him has a mysterious origin, he is very likely to be the savior of their Jinglian Monster Dragon Clan.

Thinking of being able to rescue the people of the tribe from the dire straits, the leader of Yaohuo couldn't help but feel excited all over his body.

"Fellow Daoist, please follow me!"

The demon fire leader said softly, and then he brought Ye Yun to a teleportation formation of the Three Vulcan Sect.

Swish!

The light of the formation soared into the sky, and the two disappeared here in an instant.

Send several times in a row.

It wasn't until they were teleported to a mountain range shrouded in white mist that the Demon Fire Hierarch finally stopped the teleportation.

"Is the ghost burial pit in it?"

Looking at the misty mountains, Ye Yun asked calmly.

"It's right here, but there is a formation outside, so no one here knows that this is the Nether Burial Pit..."

The demon fire leader said politely.

"Let's go!"

Ye Yun urged.

The demon fire leader nodded quickly, and led Ye Yunfei into the thick white mist.

This white mist was naturally formed by formations.

However, the demon fire leader has a formation token to avoid the fog.

After flying through the mist for dozens of breaths, the two of them came to a large abyss.

A gray-brown abyss, like the mouth of a giant beast, is extremely huge, with a radius of tens of thousands of miles.

"This is the Nether Burial Pit."

Demon Fire Cult Master pointed down with his right hand, and said with agitated mood.

"Do you know... why this place is called Nether Burial Pit?"

With a thought in his mind, Ye Yun frowned slightly and asked.

"The Nether Burial Pit has a lot of origins. It used to be that the Yougu clan was buried. Later, the gods and the dragon clan fought, and many gods and dragon clan were buried. Now this place, the atmosphere is extremely mixed, and some strange phenomena often occur..."

Demon fire leader explained.

"Strange phenomenon?"

Ye Yun looked into the depths of the abyss, his pupils narrowed slightly, and saw that on a huge platform in the abyss, there were many men in white robes, sitting cross-legged around, continuously throwing balls of milky white lotus demon fire into the abyss middle.

"Friend Daoist, this strange phenomenon can be traced back thousands of years ago, when it happened to the corpses of the Yougu clan, but due to the suppression of some peerless powerhouses, the strange phenomenon has long since disappeared.

But later, after the gods of the sacred soil and the corpses of the dragon clan came in, strange things began to happen here from time to time, but they were all resolved one by one by our Jinglian dragon clan..."

The demon fire leader said.

"Yeah!" Ye Yun nodded silently.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered the bloody broken sword.

Bloody Broken Sword.

It once appeared in the Hidden Dragon Continent and the Divine Land, and has changed owners several times. It has killed the gods of the Divine Land, and also killed the Dragon Clan.

All creatures who have been slain by this blood-colored broken sword will grow black hair, and occasionally there will be red hair in the black hair.

Ye Yun seemed to have gotten some clues from it.

but.

He still needs time to verify.

A white shadow flew over and landed in front of the two of them.

It was a middle-aged man in a white robe.

Although he is tall and strong, his face is tired and has a sense of old age.

His cultivation has reached the half-step God King Realm.

"Long Chan, are you crazy? Why did you bring outsiders to this place?"

The middle-aged man said angrily.

"Brother Yu, don't get me wrong, this Fellow Daoist Long Yunzi is here to save our Jinglian Monster Dragon Clan!"

Long Chan, the leader of Yaohuo Cult, looked anxious, and waved his hands quickly and said.

"Rescue our Jinglian monster dragon clan? Hehe, what a big tone!"

The middle-aged man's eyes were stern, and two sword-like gazes fell on Ye Yun, and he couldn't stop sizing him up.

"What happened? Why did outsiders come to the Nether Burial Pit?"

Then the figure flickered, and several white-robed men flew over.

The middle-aged man looked indifferent, as if suppressing the anger in his heart.

He pointed at Long Chan, and said indifferently: "Brought by Long Chan, he said that this young man in white can save our Jinglian monster dragon clan..."

"Hahaha, what are you kidding? There is no one in this world who can save our Jinglian demon dragon clan, there is no one!"

An old man in a white robe looked up to the sky and laughed, his voice mournful.