The Patriarch of the Nine Dragons

The most enviable thing for foreign spiritual practitioners is the power of human ancestral veins that can be passed on.

That can make human beings become pulse refiners, tool refiners, and array masters, and even at some point, can stimulate the power of ancestral veins and improve their combat effectiveness.

It's just that things like ancestral veins, even for some human practitioners, are considered a luxury, not to mention these alien spiritual practitioners, so they can only be envy and jealous, but there is no way.

"The power of ancestral veins?"

Medog, who had been full of memories in the distance, suddenly heard this statement, and suddenly there was a flash of light in his mind. The vague memory fragments were finally forcibly pieced together by him, forming a complete memory chain.

"Yun Xiao! You turned out to be Yun Xiao!"

In the Shifang City, a sharp sound suddenly sounded, as if a wild cat stepped on its tail, it sounded a bit terrible.

"Master Medog, what's wrong?"

When everyone turned their eyes to the direction where the sharp sound came from, they saw a certain black figure there, trembling constantly, staring at the eyes somewhere, like bursting out fire.

"Yun Xiao? Who is that?"

These foreign spirits of Shifang City are at best the super geniuses of the three top human sects, but they have no knowledge of a human cultivator who has only recently caused a big disturbance in the Southern Region.

Therefore, when many foreign spirits heard the name that Motuo screamed out, they were all at a loss. They didn't know who Yun Xiao was. Why did he make this adult feel so gaffe?

Even when the black-clothed youth had been forced into the realm of death before, Medog was not so irrational.

At this moment, I heard his sharp to ear-piercing voice, and all the foreign spirits in Shifang City knew that he and the human named Yunxiao had a lot of origin.

In fact, the origins of Motuo and Yunxiao are indeed not shallow. More than a year ago, in the Nine-Layered Dragon Heaven Canglong Imperial Palace on the lower plane, the two had an extraordinary intersection.

At that time, Motuo was originally the foreign spirit emperor Earthling who had broken through from the lower realm to the first-grade immortal venerable. He didn't expect some things that happened later that he would never forget.

Originally, Medog didn't care about a lower plane of ants, even if Yun Xiao at that time, the Canglong Emperor Palace that had led the allied forces to annihilate, was after all just an ant of the highest sacred realm.

But what Motuo never expected was that this lower plane's Ant Yunxiao had something to do with Shen Xingmu who was in the Star-picking Tower of the human beings from the deep realm, and he also devised a strategy to get him to cast a trap.

Medog didn't even expect that Shen Xingmou, the saint of the star picking tower, actually had a sight glass in her hand, one of the ten greatest artifacts from the abyss.

This incident has always been regarded by Medog as a shameful shame, but later I heard that Shen Xingmou had broken through to the first-grade divine emperor, so that he had to take risks and come to this war spirit original experience in order to go further.

To be honest, Medog originally didn't care about the lower plane Ant Yunxiao. His only impression was that the human youth used a special pulse knife to slash the earth spirit to the realm.

It was precisely because of Yun Xiao's Nine Dragons Blood Spirit Slash that De Motuo gave birth to a murderous heart, and it was also the fuse behind the conflict with Shen Xing's eyes.

But no matter how amazing Yun Xiao's knife was, it was still not enough in the eyes of Modog, who was already the Ninth-Rank Immortal Venerable at the time. The biggest enemy in his heart was only the saint of the Star Picking Tower.

However, Medog never thought that in less than a year or two, he would once again have an intersection with the young human named Yunxiao, and he would still be in the spirit of war in the Liyuan realm.

It would be fine if Yun Xiao was still the lower plane ant, but this human ant, who was only a half immortal, had grown to such a level in less than two years.

If Motuo was defeated in the hands of the black-clothed youth before, he just thought that he was out of luck and had encountered an amazing evildoer on the human side, then his mood now is very different from just now.

When he discovered that a little ant that he could easily trample to death had suddenly grown into an unrivaled giant elephant, how could the difference in mood be imaginable?

At this moment, Medog really regretted it. If he had known that this human kid had grown so fast, he would have done his best to kill him, even if he lost some of the foundation of the Great Dao.

But going back to the original battle, Medog was actually not merciful, but in order to save Yunxiao's life, Shen Xingmou forcibly used the sight glass twice, causing damage to his own way.

Looking at the black-clothed human youth who once broke through to the demigod state, Medog felt extremely complicated and troubled, and extremely unwilling, because he knew that he would probably not be that guy's opponent for the rest of his life.

"Mo Jiang, kill him! Must kill him!"

After finally suppressing these thoughts in his heart, Mo Tuo took a deep breath. As soon as he said this, Mo Jiang, who was also a little dazed over there, finally recovered, but his expression was a little unhappy.

In fact, Mo Jiang did not know the origin of the relationship between Medog and Yunxiao, but from Medog’s performance, he found that there must be some tricks he didn’t know about. He simply didn’t like Medog’s command to himself. That's it.

Even if Mojiang's position in the Ten Thousand Demon Forest is far from comparable to the infinite potential of Motuo, Mojiang is the only one in this ten-square city today.

As for Medog, he was driven into a desperate situation, and he almost blew himself to death. Strictly speaking, Mojiang is still Medog's lifesaver, can't you be polite?

Moreover, in Medog's tone, there is also a deep distrust. Do you really think that a strong spiritual race of the first-grade **** emperor can not deal with a half-fairy human kid?

Mo Jiang didn't know something deeper, but Mo Tuo remembered the battle in the Canglong Emperor's Palace.

At that time, Yunxiao had only the cultivation base of the semi-immortal product, but it was a strong defeat of the first-grade immortal venerable earth spirit, which actually left a deep impression on Medog.

Medog was disdainful before, but now he has to dig out these memories from the depths of his memory, so he has that faint anxiety.

This human kid named Yunxiao can't be treated with common sense at all.

Although the gap between the Demi-God Realm and the First-Rank God Sovereign is far from being compared with the Half-Xiang Rank and the First-Rank God Sovereign, Medog has such a feeling.

It was not only because of Yunxiao's performance in the battle at the Canglong Emperor's Palace, but also because of the opponent's performance in this Shifang City today. After all, Yunxiao's previous performance was the strength that can be defeated in a leapfrog battle.

When Yun Xiao relied on the strength of the ancestral veins to upgrade his qi cultivation to the half-god state, the gap between it and Mojiang, the first-rank **** emperor, did not seem to be that huge. This was the focus of Motuo's concern.

It's just that Medog had never felt the realm of the First-Rank Divine Sovereign, and had no idea how powerful the First-Rank Divine Sovereign was. This was why Mo Jiang was upset.

When the **** emperor powers look at the cultivators below the level of the **** emperor, they treat them like ants, and only when they truly break through to the level of the **** emperor can they be compared with them.

Because of Medog's identity in the Ten Thousand Devil Forest, Mo Jiang was unhappy, but he did not sneer.

When he turned his gaze back, his anger was immediately transferred to the young human man covered in khaki armor in front of him.

"Haha, Medog, your memory is a bit poor, I thought you would remember my sword just now!"

Yun Xiao didn't pay attention to Mo Jiang's angry gaze, but instead chuckled at the gloomy Medog over there. In this Liyuan Realm, he would not reveal the real name of Yulongjian.

"Mo Jiang, what are you waiting for?"

Medog knew that the difference in combat effectiveness was definitely greater than that of eloquence, so he didn't want to argue with Yun Xiao, but shouted again, making De Mo Jiang's face more gloomy.

"Boy, die!"

As expected, Mo Jiang didn't drag his feet anymore, seeing that as his heart moved, a cloud of black mist appeared again under Yun Xiao's feet, like a ghost moving with the wind, which looked extremely strange.

"Hey!"

"Haha!"

"Jie Jie!"

"..."

Amidst the black mist, there was a burst of creepy laughter, like a ghost crying at night, and like a night owl crying, making people's eardrums swell and dizzy.

Even the foreign spirits of Shifang City that were extremely far away, after hearing these laughs, their faces changed drastically, and they couldn't help but stretch out their hands to cover their ears.

But even if they covered their ears, those voices were like magical sounds, still digging into their ears, making them pale in shock and panicking again to withdraw from the place for dozens of miles.

Even these unrelated foreign spirits on the periphery are like a great enemy. One can imagine what kind of situation Yun Xiao is in.

While many onlookers were horrified, they couldn't help showing a sense of excitement. After the first-rank **** emperor became serious, the human kid who was originally called Xingchen and now called Yunxiao, I am afraid that he can't eat it and walk around?

"Xingchen, oh no, Yun Xiao, next, you will know what it is like to cry Baiguiye!"

Mo Jiang didn't care about the onlookers who had withdrawn from the extreme distance. He heard a cold voice in his mouth, so that many foreign spiritual practitioners knew the name of this method, which was called Baigui Ye Cry.

This is really what the name suggests. The sound that is constantly made in the black fog is as if there are hundreds of evil spirits in the black fog, and the next moment will break out of the cage, tearing the black-clothed human Into pieces.

Light loomed in the black mist, and even Motuo over there was shocked. The old fellow, Mo Jiang, had successfully practiced this technique. It seems that talent is not as unbearable as the rumors. .