On the Evil Consequences of Cultivating Immortals in Reality

Like crisp drizzle.

Everyone stayed in the rain, but it was extraordinarily refreshing. Taking a breath of air was also filled with the aura of the entire ocean.

The white dragon first jumped down to the West Sea with the water veins, and then jumped into the East Sea with the water veins carrying the aura of the West Sea. The four seas all turned around, and the light on the Dragon Ball had reached its peak, like a sun exuding strong power fluctuation!

The dragon gate has been covered by an arch bridge formed by four water veins, and the change in the dragon ball at this time has almost proved the idea in Xiang Junhua's heart.

He slowly clenched his hands, feeling the warm sweat on his palms.

Long Zu broke through the trap and came out.

Now it's not a matter of him checking the lock incompletely, but the lock is broken!

Then everything goes back to the original question.

What if Long Zu repented?

At that time, Wen Chizhou said that whether he would change it or not would depend on whether he could come out.

Now the dragon came out...Xiang Junhua immediately connected Long Zu with the giant beast chasing and biting him, and his neck and feet were covered in cold sweat.

This is not the slightest meaning of introspection ah!

When Wen Chizhou asked him to come, he didn't mention what he would do if Long Zu got out of trouble.

Xiang Junhua weighed his own cultivation, and he didn't think that a mere Mahayana period could compare to the ancestor of the dragon who was wanton in the mountains and seas at the beginning of the ancient times.

Just when he was still unable to make a decision, the ceremony had reached the stage of holding the beads in his mouth and giving back to the creatures of the world.

This stage is also the most anticipated by monks.

Due to the false propaganda of the Dragon Palace, everyone thought that the spiritual power contributed by them for eating, drinking and drinking these few days was used to give gifts to the creatures of the sea tribe this time. I feel good, and think that I will gain at least five or six years of merit this trip, otherwise I will be sorry for the bragging of the Dragon Clan!

But what they imagined, the stage of saving all sentient beings with merit from heaven, never appeared.

Princess Xihua was just about to open her mouth to bite the dragon ball, as her master asked, to present the pearl in her mouth, and then take the opportunity to make merit, but she never thought...

"Wangcai! Come here."

The man who made his eyes red with anger dared to appear in front of him!

Xiang Junhua waved to Princess Xihua in full view, with the same posture and tone as greeting Wang Xingren.

"Aw" in a voice.

Princess Xihua will die on the spot!

Also ignoring the importance of the dragon ball, her eyes were red, and she was surrounded by thunder and lightning rain. Strong coercion spread from Bailong's slender body, and with a dragon roar, she rushed straight to Junhua.

Compared with the mouth of the ancient blue dragon, which is slightly smaller, it also takes one mouthful for ordinary livestock. It is roughly estimated that a cow may not be able to block the mouth of this princess, and a human being is so big that it can't even open its mouth.

Princess Xihua rushed down, intending to bite the man to vent her anger, but unexpectedly closed her teeth.

A thud.

Her brain hurts from the shock!

He opened his mouth in a daze, there was nothing between the dragon's kiss, and he took a mouthful of air!

Princess Xihua flicked her tail helplessly.

"Ha ha."

At this time, Xiang Junhua, who was shrinking in the crowd, sneered twice coolly, and withdrew his hand that had cast the illusion.

Princess Bailong on the Yuelongtai was about to go crazy with anger, but just before she went crazy, an ancient and vast aura came from above the Dragon Ball. After realizing the origin of that aura, Xihua was poured with cold water, Dazed, he actually wanted to thank that man.

The aura that is enough to make Princess Longgong lose her sense of proportion, it can be seen that the background is definitely not small!

In fact, it was indeed enough to shock Princess Xihua, and even the entire Dragon Palace waters.

Xihua's face changed because he found that the aura on the dragon ball was exactly the same as the dragon that was chasing and biting them!

And the High Priest Loulan who came after him changed his expression because the aura was so familiar to them, the ancient clans.

That is the aura of the Dragon Ancestor Canglong!

Why?

Why is it happening now?

Loulan's eyes were full of puzzlement, and what was even more frightening was that the Dragon Ball didn't stop changing because of their doubts. It devoured as much merit as it had received, and the strange aura became more and more brilliant, gradually turning into an ominous dark color.

Seeing this, even the dead would notice that something was wrong, and some people even saw the high priest who had lived in seclusion for many years appearing with a serious face, and a bad premonition lingered in their hearts.

At the top of Yuelongtai, there are several ancestor-level existences, all of whom are elders of various sects or top monks at the head level. They sent people down to inquire, and Loulan's presence naturally couldn't ignore them.

She stared in the direction of the Dragon Ball, ordered the people below to report to the Dragon King, and then went to the high place of Yuelongtai in person to spit out convincing rhetoric.

Lou Lan realized almost immediately that if this matter could not be handled perfectly, the reputation of the Dragon Clan for thousands of years would fall to the bottom!

But at this moment, Loulan didn't know that the development of the situation was beyond her control.

The change of Dragon Ball has come to the last moment. The Canglong, who forced Xihua Dragon Girl to use the Dragon Ball to open the water gate to escape, crossed countless water veins, and jumped up from the depths of the sea with a huge body.

Countless waves splashed out from the sea, and even further away formed a tsunami that submerged thousands of mountains on both sides of the strait!

The huge body of Canglong stretched across countless sea miles, and the shining dragon ball was held in its mouth, and it opened its mouth to swallow.

For a while, the sea was stormy and the sky was covered with dark clouds. Instead of the previous gentle wind and light rain, it showed its hideous and terrifying side.

"Oh no……"

Xiang Junhua twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling a little helpless in his heart.

I can save that little white dragon, but I can't save so many people here, and depending on the situation, maybe even he will be folded here.

Wen Chizhou, now you owe me a big favor, maybe you will pay me back with your body in the next life!

Because of the experience of time travel, Xiang Junhua still trusts the theory of reincarnation underworld.Especially since I came to a wonderful world full of gods, ghosts and ghosts, so it is very reasonable to vent my resentment and panic at a culprit who is not here?

And the logic of every sentence he said at the moment of life and death seems to be no longer important.

He simply sat down on the spot, frankly, as if it didn't matter if he saw Hades next moment.

When Canglong opened his sharp teeth and fangs at them, the powerful aura instantly suppressed the resistance of all the monks. Countless people around him showed panic and became clowns to please Canglong.

The ugliness of these people is completely exposed, and Xiang Junhua, who is calm and composed, is extraordinarily handsome, and at first glance...he has other cards!

"Brother, do you have a way to escape? If you have a way, can you take me with you, brother!"

Xiang Junhua felt that his sleeve was being grabbed, he followed his strength to look, his eyes showed surprise, isn't this the big brother who spoke before?

Previously, the other party held the wine bottle and sighed at the dragon gate in the sky, but now he squatted on the ground, holding his hand and begging, the difference between the front and the back is huge, which is especially embarrassing.

As for the content of his plea, Xiang Junhua shook his head helplessly.

"Me too."

The hope in the brother's eyes instantly turned into deeper despair.

No wonder he acted so blatantly, in Juling Pool, he could only chase after the black dragon biting their tails. After fusing the Dragon Ball and massive merits, he has already shown the spirit of the overlord of mountains and seas.

The majesty of the mighty Dragon Clan can suppress so many monks of different strengths present. The people on the top of the Dragon Leaping Platform did not move, but it is estimated that they cannot compete with each other.

Estimated with his fingers, Xiang Junhua made a guess about Canglong's realm after thinking about it in the last time of his life.

Almost a big boss in the Transcending Tribulation Period!

If you encounter this kind of enemy when you go out, you can only wait for death.

Xiang Junhua shook his head, but his expression became calmer, his handsome face was shining like white jade, and his eyes were particularly deep.

"Roar!"

Canglong let out a long howl, which was deeper and more domineering than Bailong's previous dragon chants. Seeing that it had already focused on the monks present, everyone turned pale, as if they already thought that they were in imminent disaster.

At this moment, among the distant mountains overseas, a phoenix cry pierced through the clouds and echoed in the sky ruled by the dragon.

The eyes of the people subconsciously turned to that direction. Between the magnificent scenery of the sea and the sky in the past, a chariot pulled by a nine-headed phoenix changed from small to large, and it crossed tens of thousands of miles in an instant. Countless clouds fell on it. Behind him, the phoenix bird sang, and when the dragon gate was close in front of him, the car stopped in the sky.

This time, nine bells rang in the distance.

thump.

thump.

thump.

……

One sound after another, people who knew what the bell meant, all changed their expressions!

15. Haotian God Venerable

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When the carriage rested on the sky of Longmen, the entire distant mountain echoed the long and profound ancient bells.

One, two, three...

It seems to have crossed a long time and reached the other side of the long distance, making the whole world solemn.

"How, how could it be..."

It was still that buddy, he held on to Xiang Junhua's clothes before, but this time he stared at the chariot in the sky, woke up like a dream with the sound of a phoenix, his clothes were instantly soaked in cold sweat, and he quickly lowered his head and said nothing. Dare to look again.

There were quite a few people who reacted in the same way as him, everyone seemed to have encountered the greatest fear in their lives, and they had never been so silent in front of Long Zu.

Xiang Junhua is the most daring one among them, but he may also be ignorant and fearless. Taking advantage of the fact that everyone had no time to talk to him, he asked the brother who talked a lot: "Who is this? Does it come with its own special effects of Wan Lai's quiet scene?"

The person caught by him was impatient at first, and after hearing the words, he glanced at Xiang Junhua with frightened eyes, and then quickly glanced at the sky...

That posture was as fearful as if he was afraid of being noticed.

"You really don't know?"

Even though Xiang Junhua didn't hide his ignorance at all, the other party still couldn't believe it, and repeatedly confirmed to him.

That volume... If Xiang Junhua's ears weren't very good now, he might not be able to hear clearly at all.

After somewhat realizing that his lack of common sense would sometimes cause trouble to himself, especially the locals, Xiang Junhua half apologized, half curiously admitted.

"Yeah, who is that boss?"

"Have you heard of Emperor Haotian?"

Who?

Xiang Junhua's pure and innocent eyes widened, the other party was obviously disgusted by his reaction, subconsciously tugged at his sleeve, don't let this man pull so tightly, for fear of being infected.

"speak politely!"

Xiang Junhua: "Oh."

The other party is worthy of being a talkative person, who wants to be skinned by someone before he dies, Xiang Junhua ignored him, and he himself became cheerful.

Looking at the existence in the sky that brought boundless coercion, Xiang Junhua thought about it, maybe it was because this big guy gave him boundless confidence that he became confident?

Although this was his own guess, he couldn't think of a more reliable explanation than this.

Because he scanned the expressions of everyone at the scene, there was more than one expression of relief.

Just as he was thinking, his sleeves were pulled up by the other party. Even the fear brought by Long Zu could not stop this man from expressing his admiration for Emperor Haotian, so he grabbed the handbag and forced him wildly at Junhua.

"It's unbelievable that there are still people who haven't heard the name of Emperor Haotian... But Dijun has lived in seclusion these years, and young people nowadays are really ignorant!"

Xiang Junhua: "..."

"How may I call you?"

Being labeled as ignorant once again, he was going to find out who this person was, and find a chance to put him in a sack!

This person was unaware of Xiang Junhua's sinister thoughts, and after escaping from the dead, a smile appeared on his face, and his answer was even more hearty.

"My name is Feng Xiao, who is a fellow Taoist?"

"Xiang Junhua."

Feng Xiao was in a daze, and he didn't know why he was in a daze.

"It turned out to be Fellow Daoist Xiang. Just now you asked who Emperor Haotian was? There is a lot to say..."

"Long story short."

"……Oh……"

Xiang Junhua squinted at the other party's unhappy face, feeling that he was really happy!

Feng Xiao glanced at him depressedly. The ancient gods above his head were still confronting each other, which gave him time to act as a popular science commentator.

"This happened 3000 years ago, and the Heart Demon Network began to appear almost at that time. Emperor Haotian was one of the ancestors of the group of monks who created the Heart Demon Network, holding the highest authority of the Heart Demon Network, and also Today, there are only a few high-level monks who can freely enter and leave the heart demon world. It is rumored that he is a ray of soul of the emperor Qinghua Haotian, the emperor of the upper world, so he cultivated to be extraordinary at a young age. When he stepped into During the Tribulation Stage, I was only three hundred years old, three hundred years old! My monks have only just reached the Foundation Establishment Stage!"

Full of envy, jealousy and hatred overflowed from his face almost uncontrollably, and Xiang Junhua could hear a taste of worship from it.

Well, it seems that we can find out a lot of news.

There's no better way to get to know a celebrity than to get a lot of personal information by approaching their deadpan fans.

This principle may not be very suitable in the realm of comprehension, but there are quite a few people who regard Emperor Haotian as an idol, so in a sense, it is actually universal?

Feng Xiao devoted himself to popularizing the rumors and anecdotes of Emperor Haotian to the cultivation world, so he didn't notice that he was completely regarded as Baidu and Sogou of the new era. When he opened his mouth, the time started a thousand years ago, and what he said was There are untrue and untrue rumors related to the popular Xinmowang, there are earth-shattering battles in the old days, and the legendary battle of exterminating demons...

In his mouth, Emperor Haotian turned into an omnipotent immortal god, and even if he has not ascended to this day, he has become the soul of the immortal emperor in the upper world.

Even the Dragon Ancestor who showed his prestige to them just now, Feng Xiao said to him in a nonchalant tone: "In the past, there were evil dragons that endangered the North Sea and caused people on both sides of the strait to live in poverty. Only by filling the eyes of the sea can the four seas be peaceful and all things live!"

Xiang Junhua has listened to a lot of kung fu at this moment, and he is curious about the big man driving the colorful phoenix above his head.

"But I saw that when he first appeared, your faces were as white as paper?"

Feng Xiao couldn't help but said in embarrassment: "That's your illusion! Illusion! It's definitely an illusion!"

Xiang Junhua: "But your clothes are still wet."

Feng Xiao immediately touched his back, and it was wet as expected, his expression immediately turned bad, but he still wanted to find an excuse.

"I accidentally splashed it because of the Canglong going out to sea..."

"Oh~~"

"I won't talk to you about this anymore!" Feng Xiao stared at him with a straight face, and then he talked about the person in the sky above the phoenix chariot built with countless rare treasures, "Do you know how long it has been since Emperor Haotian came out of the mountain? It's been more than 2000 years! In the past, he slaughtered all demons in his last battle before retiring, and left a river of blood in the north of Mount Qianzuo. Today, except for the Yasha who was born from the river of blood Shura lives in that river, and the creatures beside him have not been able to get close to it. The entire northern part of Mount Qianzuo has completely turned into a ghost of Shura that has been wiped out by thousands of people!"

"I heard that under the blood river, I don't know how many bones of demon cultivators from that battle there are. Thinking about it, I feel earth-shattering and appalling!"

Xiang Junhua listened thoughtfully: "So, there is no magic cultivator anymore?"

Feng Xiao glanced at him inexplicably.

"Of course there is!"

Xiang Junhua was taken aback: "Ah? Didn't you say slaughter all demons?"

Feng Xiao asked back: "Then why is there a net of demons?"

Are these two the same thing?

Xiang Junhua wondered.

Feng Xiao shook his head and shook his head: "These are the secret histories of the cultivation world. Seeing that I am in a good mood today, let me tell you... Although the magic cultivators have disappeared since that war, it does not mean that the inheritance has been broken. For the magic cultivators at that time Cultivation is extremely unfortunate, and it can be said to be misfortune. Emperor Haotian collected all the inheritance of magic in the world, repaired and adapted them, and finally put them in the largest cultivation school here-Chenxu Academy! And set up another discipline. The monks who enrolled later , if you have special talent in cultivating demons, you don't need to do those heretical things, there are formal schools to teach them how to practice."

He paused at this point, and couldn't help showing a little smile on the corner of his mouth.

"This move directly led to the collapse of the remaining half of the demonic way, and there was no place for the demonic cultivators of the old era in the cultivation world. When it comes to the method of digging out the roots, I admire no one, only Hao who came up with this method. Great Emperor of Heaven! Especially since then, there is no difference between the evil way and the righteous way in the world. They are studying in the same school, and they are all brothers."

Xiang Junhua was listening carefully, felt that he was looking at him, and said in a timely manner: "You haven't explained the relationship between Xinmowang and Moxiu."

Feng Xiao clapped his hands: "How simple it is! Think about it, now you are all good monks in the new era, and the heart demon network connects hundreds of millions of cave dojos, who would be stupid enough to do stupid things that are not tolerated in the world? "

Hearing what he said with certainty, Xiang Junhua couldn't help but want to talk about the evil cultivator he discovered not long ago.

There are so many children, they will be gone if you are not careful!

"Is there no distinction between good and evil in the cultivation world?"

"Yes, there is..." Feng Xiao said with hesitation: "Since the birth of Emperor Haotian, the entire cultivation world has changed, and it is true that the whole world has changed, but there are also some people who are stubborn. It is generally called evil cultivation, evil sect and crooked ways..."

Xiang Junhua nodded, understood.

After Feng Xiao finished what he had to say, his gaze towards the chariot became extremely respectful again.

"Thanks to Emperor Haotian, if there is no Emperor Haotian, I am afraid that a talented monk like me will die early, his soul will be scattered, and he will regard immortality as a dangerous path and be willing to be an ant for all living beings."

"But you are still drenched in cold sweat."

Seeing his dreamy appearance, Xiang Junhua couldn't hold back his skin.

Feng Xiao gave him a hard look, shook off the clothes in his hand, and said coldly: "So what? Now who encounters this kind of old monster who has lived from ancient times to the present without shaking his legs? It will make you ashamed, or you will be ashamed if you are happy, you must know that people in that period did not have three views!"

Jin Yu's kind words are deafening.

Feng Xiao is right. Most of the people here have both relaxed and heavy expressions, and their moods fluctuate with the passage of time. They are happy that with the rumored strength of Emperor Haotian, it is not a problem to take down this evil dragon. When these ancient great powers fight, they don't care if there are innocent people on the side.

Seriously, maybe it will be staged directly, the terrifying posture of burning mountains and boiling seas in ancient times, burning mountains and boiling seas!

At that time, don't talk about a dragon gate, everyone here will have finished playing!

The incomparably realistic way of thinking is the difference between monks in this era and the past.

At the beginning, everyone's goal was to hear the Tao and die in the evening, but now——the green hills are left, and there is no need to worry about no firewood!

Looking at the complicated and distorted expressions of the people around him, Xiang Junhua can even make up their inner thoughts.

Hit - yes!

Please go to a place where no one is around, at least give us time to retreat...

A group of people cried into three hundred catties of fat people in their hearts, eagerly trying to see the Haotian Emperor inside through the car, for fear that if he made a move, the big guy would disappear immediately.

While collecting information from Junhua, Long Zu obviously couldn't bear it anymore. Seeing the people who sealed him in the past, new and old grudges, even the huge amount of merit can't extinguish the flames of vengeance.

"Roar!"

The powerful tail of the dragon swept across the sky, and the large clouds were broken into foam. The whole dragon rushed up to Caifengla's car.

At this time, a clear and pleasant voice came from the car.

"Naughty animal, the merit of crossing the world has not washed away the evil bones on your body, it seems that you will be the only one to get rid of today!"

When Xiang Junhua heard this tone, his expression subconsciously went into a trance.

Who?

16. Mountains and seas in the sky

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I don't know if Feng Xiao has filled his mind with "the Emperor Haotian". Now he hears the voice of the Emperor Haotian more and more familiar, but before he tastes it carefully, an unprecedented great battle has begun, and there is still a lot left. The person with the ability to react must be the one who runs the fastest!

"Hurry up! Why are you so stupid?"

There happened to be a quick-response person next to him, and this person didn't forget to give him a hand.

Before Xiang Junhua was dragged away by Feng Xiao, he turned his head away from the strong force of the monk with difficulty, his eyes stayed on the chariot for half a minute, and then he couldn't help being forced to suck Little brother took away.

When he was leaving, the Emperor Haotian in the car seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally looking at him, seeing that he had completely withdrawn from the range of the dragon gate, he turned his gaze to the old dragon in the air.

Emperor Haotian said: "It seems that thousands of years of imprisonment are not enough for you to learn to think with humanity." Speaking of this, the handsome face under the emperor's crown showed a sense of sarcasm.

Canglong's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared crazily, like an irrational beast, but just when everyone thought so, he uttered an old homage at Emperor Haotian.

"Haotian, are you saying that I am not as cunning as your monks?"

The old Dragon King gritted his teeth: "If it wasn't for your schemes, how could I have been suppressed for thousands of years! How could I have consumed the mana I cultivated in the eyes of the sea where spiritual energy is forbidden to enlighten those useless bastards! It's you! It's you! Yes You despicable mortals take away my kingship and occupy my world, otherwise this mountain and sea will still be mine!"

In ancient times, the boundaries between immortals and immortals were not clear, and the Dragon Ancestor was not just a mere cultivator during the tribulation period. His territory covered endless mountains and seas. The Dragon King's deterrence and conquest of the world is the real Dragon King's style!

However, his bad deeds were obvious back then, even though his ability was comparable to that of immortals and generals, he still attracted the encirclement and suppression of Emperor Haotian.

The fighting lasted for ten days and ten nights, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and the creatures on both sides of the strait were almost extinct. He was suppressed into the sea eye by Emperor Haotian, and his whole body was washed to make up for the countless creatures from all over the world who were killed or injured by him.

This move has the meaning of suppression and enlightenment. If he can correct his evil and return to the righteous, and practice hard, maybe after thousands of years he will be able to ascend to the upper realm with his great merit, so as to end the cause and effect.

Unexpectedly, the old Dragon King would not change his nature, he would forcefully break the seal when he found an opportunity, and even took out thousands of monks who had entered the Dragon Gate Ceremony as ingredients to replenish his vitality.

Now colorful phoenixes surround him and chant, dragon and phoenix have been incompatible since ancient times, there is no need for Emperor Haotian to give extra instructions, several phoenixes driving a car have already spread their wings like a rain of fire and rushed towards him.

When the two sides collided, it was as if two dull volcanoes erupted at the same time. For a while, the sky was full of dragons and phoenixes, endlessly!

The colorful phoenix's sharp claws mercilessly tore at Canglong's plump body. The scales were as fine as steel. An ordinary monk would not be able to leave a small sore on it, but under the pair of phoenix's sharp claws, deep visible bones were left. scars.

"Roar!"

It has been thousands of years since the Canglong was injured last time, couldn't help but let out a roar of severe pain, and Caifeng screamed excitedly, calling for his companions to come and besiege this hateful Canglong who disrespected his master.

Canglong is worthy of being a divine beast that has been practiced since ancient times. Seriously, these beasts that are used as cart mounts are no match for him!

It was just the spiritual energy in the air that was accumulated, and the overwhelming thunderstorm knocked off more than half of Phoenix's beautiful feathers, and the Phoenix, who was still flaunting its might just now, suddenly let out a cry of panic.

"Certainly."

Just when the thunderstorm covered and formed a climate, there was a voice from the car. The calm voice had an indescribable charm, but heaven and earth responded to it to the greatest extent.

This sound seemed to have the spirituality of going straight to the avenue. The sound of the waves and tides flowing slowly around the dragon gate faded instantly, and everything quieted down immediately.

Those dark clouds and thunder flashes covering the entire sky were frozen like a painting, and a low laugh came from the car again. The magnetic voice was transformed into an illusory scene accompanied by the boundless scene, which became the most terrifying memory in everyone's eyes.

A few days later, those who were lucky enough to witness the battle ran to post on Xinmo.com, with pictures and the truth!

In the picture, roaring and roaring, it seems that the blue dragon king who shakes the world and the heavenly punishment thunder calamity he summoned are engraved on a painting together.

The painting in the picture, the dragon in the painting, the blue dragon calling the wind and calling the rain, and the appearance of leading the thunder and falling flashes are vivid, as if they can break away from the shackles of pen and ink at any time, no need for finishing touches, already the spirit/rhythm is excellent!People can't help but praise how talented the painter is, or have they met the Dragon Clan specifically?

Otherwise, how can there be such skills!

However, the landlord said in fear at this moment: "This is the Canglong that ravages the Dragon Gate. He was turned into this by Emperor Haotian's words!"

These words were somewhat incoherent, and what happened at that time was not accurately described by him.

Emperor Haotian uttered not only one word, but also a sentence.

"I just made a new thing, so I'll take you to try it out."

The magic weapon thrown out at random was originally a clean roll of white paper. After the black dragon was trapped, the frozen lightning and thunder in the air and the old dragon king entered the painting together under the outline of an invisible pen.

The brush strokes in the painting are fine, if it falls into the world, it will definitely have a good reputation in the world, but Canglong is inside, but he can only let out a mournful roar. Despite his great ability, he can't take the world in this painting at all. There is no way!

He was suppressed as soon as they fought, and only Emperor Haotian, who personally refined this top-level magic weapon, knew the profound way in it.

After Shenlong was completely suppressed, the thousand-mile-long picture scroll flashed golden light, and it was quite spiritually rolled up the long scroll under the call of the master, and a golden thread appeared out of thin air to tie the final knot, and then flew away. Entering the car, it fell into the hands of a man wearing an imperial crown.

Emperor Haotian held the painting and looked out of the sky. The Golden Crow had arrived in Fusang, and his cold eyes slightly closed.

"Return."

The panic-stricken Caifeng who was hit by the Canglong before immediately pulled up the car and sped towards the direction of the distant mountains. The distance seemed to be covered with piled up folds. In the blink of an eye, the distant mountains were already approaching in front of you.

The thick or light green color in the mountains drowned the last majestic figure of Emperor Haotian.

However, the panic brought about by that scene still remained in everyone's hearts!

At this time, the Dragon Clan was late to appear on the stage. The current Lord of the Dragon Palace came in person and took away the frightened little princess. A large number of Dragon Palace guards began to clean up most of the destroyed Dragon Gate.

I didn't feel it just now, but when everyone looked around, the countless schools of fish that had come to leap over the Dragon Gate were all turning their white bellies and floating on the sea surface. Looking around, it was as if the entire sea had been destroyed by the thunder just now. Turned into the Dead Sea!

Before Longmen, there were still thirteen "high platforms" for suppressing water veins, but now only half of Yuelongtai is still there.

The appearance of Emperor Haotian is like a slap in the face of the Dragon Clan, but for this ancient cultivator who hides countless vicious names under his prestige, even the Overlord of the Four Seas dare not show the attitude of raising a teacher, let alone this matter It's still their fault.

A Dragon Gate Ceremony once every 50 years has brought unprecedented losses to the Dragon Palace.

Probably... it will never be held again...

Seeing how the people in the Dragon Palace repaired the Yuelongtai with their heads down, the monks present couldn't help but think the same thing in their hearts.The monks who left from Longmen soon turned what they saw and heard that day into a post on Xinmo.com, or told their elders that the master gate had become a big event that needed to be notified to all brothers and sisters.

But after these people left, there are still a group of people who have not moved for a long time.

That is the big bosses of various factions who had a weak sense of presence in the Dragon Ancestor's disaster just now.

Liuxian sent Elder Cui to tidy up his messy beard, and coughed lowly.

"I didn't expect to see little friend Haotian again here, hehe, little friend's methods are getting more and more unpredictable."

The air was quiet for a while, and no one answered the phone, which made Elder Cui's face faintly uncomfortable... After a while, the old monk of the Eight Treasures Bodhi Gate reached out to wipe off the sweat oozing from his bald head.

"Many years ago, Emperor Haotian retired when he was at the height of the sun. At that time, I thought he wanted to cultivate his body in order to prepare for the difference between immortals and mortals. However, the news of Emperor Haotian's ascension has never been heard in the past thousand years. He may encounter an unprecedented bottleneck, but..."

Is this how it looks like it has encountered a bottleneck?

This is becoming a fairy!

A divine dragon in the catastrophe period said to be imprisoned and imprisoned, but it still used such unimaginable methods. Doesn't this mean that all the Haotian emperors here are also imprisoned and released?

You must know that when Long Zu was wanton before, these people had no power to fight back!

The suppression between the realms is too serious. None of the people here has entered the early stage of the tribulation, and the old dragon king has been surrounded by creatures from all over the world these years. I don’t know how much he has cultivated. Even if he can’t compare with him before, he is easy to play. The ancestors of various sects who pinch these public funds for travel still don't need to work hard.

Therefore, the ancestors who had this self-awareness looked at the direction in which Emperor Haotian's chariot disappeared, and they all let out a bitter mouthful in embarrassment.

This person is really incomparable!

The gloomy Tingshen Peak Immortal Taoist patted the shoulder of the Second Elder of Lingxu Mountain who sat beside him and hadn't responded for a long time.

"What is Lao Song thinking?"

Unexpectedly, this slap seemed to bring back his soul, Song Erchang's tiger eyes widened, and he roared full of anger.

"Scared me to death!"

Scared me to death...

Scared me……

Scared to death...

Echoes echoed far away, making sure that everyone heard them before slowly disappearing.

Everyone was speechless for a while, and after a sigh, they covered their faces and walked away.

The Immortal Taoist looked at Elder Song Er, who was puzzled by Monk Zhang Er, showing a look of hatred for iron.

"Are you a tiger?"

"what?"

"Ah what! Let's go!"

A group of people left in disgrace, and the Dragon Clan didn't care too much about it. Now everyone is in a mess, so let's take care of ourselves first!

After this, the Longmen Grand Ceremony really couldn't continue. It was originally a grand event that everyone was looking forward to, but now it has become a source of avoidance.

A few days later, all kinds of news posts on Xinmo's website went crazy, and Xiang Junhua also returned to Daiguo.

In the prime minister's mansion.

Wen Chizhou and Xiang Junhua, who had just returned, stared at each other until the maidservants brought refreshments, and he chuckled as he watched the man he hadn't seen for a few days.

"I went to see the mountains and seas in the sky this time. Isn't it more magnificent than the mortal world?"

Xiang Junhua was really moved by this question.

Not to mention, my world view has changed this trip.

The sea can raise fish in the sky, and the dragon can chase and bite its own ass.

This is the only person who goes around and around, he looks pampered when he goes, and he is still so graceful and luxurious when he comes back, he doesn't give himself the opportunity to say "Long time no see, you have really changed a lot".

And I still have the heart to serve myself a bowl of tofu.

Sweet!

17. Prime Minister of the Dragon Palace Turtle

Seventeen

When Xiang Junhua of the contemporary country was entangled in the bowl of tofu nao in the bowl, the dragon clan living in the sea was caught in a serious and tense game.

West Sea Dragon Palace Hall.

Lou Lan, the patriarch of the mermaid clan and the high priest of the dragon clan, sat on a high position next to the dragon king. Under her were many aged dragon elders and priests of the water clan, while the only king waved his hand on the throne profoundly, sending out tiny cracks just now. The language palace suddenly fell silent.

The Dragon King knew that this was a game between himself and his officials, because there must be a small number of wise people in the face of a crisis, but he looked at his daughter with a little tiredness in his eyes.

"Xihua, tell me about your experience in the Qi gathering pool again."

The little princess's shoulders trembled, a delicate and beautiful face was haggard visible to the naked eye.

Since Longzu escaped from the seal and was suppressed by Emperor Haotian, her life has been difficult.

The High Priest and the Dragon King, who had always loved her so much, became indifferent, and the huge blow that the Shui Clan suffered after the Dragon Gate Ceremony also made her sleepless.

Now being called out again, facing so many important people who usually need to be treated with respect, Princess Xihua's heart was shaken without the ability to resist.