True Immortal of the Netherworld

The high priest of Tianyao Palace, Dragon Attendant, stopped casting spells.

What he changed was that the snake turtle beast's huge body quickly recovered and turned into the appearance of a hunchbacked old man.

The hunchbacked old man made a move with one hand, and the dragon-headed crutch in mid-air fell back into his hand.

He lowered his head and looked carefully at the dragon-headed crutch in his hand.

The leading position of the leading crutch has several obvious electric lines. Below the faucet, a pair of relatively delicate flying wings are intact.

The dragon attendant gently touched the surface of the dragon-head crutch with his hand. It was as smooth as a mirror without any cracks. He said happily: "Fortunately, my dragon-winged staff is a magic weapon with thunder attributes, otherwise it would have been destroyed by the thunder just now. With my own strength alone, I can never resist the tribulation thunder, and even half of the tribulation thunder can kill me. "

At this moment, the man in black robe had been staring at the silver dragon pattern swirling in the lake opposite.

The water surface returned to calm, but the silver dragon pattern did not disappear.

Suddenly, an inconspicuous black strip jumped out from under the water.

With a splash, he fell back into the water.

"What is this? It can't be an auspicious dragon beast, right?" The black-robed man's face turned ugly, "Such a small dragon beast, its spiritual power is so weak that it can be ignored."

The dragon attendant on the side looked with bated breath. What caught his eye was not a dragon beast at all, but a small black loach that was probably only about the length of a hand.

The little loach swam hard in the lake water, throwing out a line of dirty mud water, trying to hide in it.

The dragon servant was stunned for a moment, and he quickly made a calculation in his mind: "If after wasting all my efforts I only got a useless loach, where would I put my old face? If today's fuss is of no use in restoring the eldest son's injured body , the Lord of the Palace has not broken the hard shell on my back."

Thinking in his mind, Long Waiter touched the "hunchback" behind him with his hand, and broke out in a cold sweat.

The Dragon Attendant said: "Don't be impatient, Lord of the Palace. If you look at the silver dragon pattern in the lake, it must be blessed with dragons. When I cast a spell and irrigate it with the blood of the wild dragon, you can see the clues."

The man in black robe was silent and looked at the dragon servant with a deep expression. He clenched his right fist tightly and made a gurgling sound. He thought to himself: "In order to trigger the thunder of heavenly tribulation just now, I did not hesitate to use the body of a great demon to use the fire of life." The formation interception cost a hundred years of life. If Mao doesn't get it, it will be of no use to Yu'er's recovery. See if I don't break the hard shell on the old guy's back and use it to make wine. "

The dragon servant immediately lowered his head, not daring to look directly into the eyes of the man in black robes, and murmured in his heart: "The master of the palace has always taken revenge. It's all my fault. Why are you doing witch blood deductions and looking at bullshit astrology? At the moment, it seems that the only option is to die. The horse is a living horse doctor. Even an ordinary loach will change if it is irrigated with the essence and blood of a wild dragon-winged beast. At worst, if the loach soaked in dragon blood is stewed, it will be a great supplement. It’s a small compensation.”

The dragon servant gritted his teeth and used his exhausted body to forcefully cast the spell.

The dragon-headed crutch in his hand pointed out, and the power of a magic weapon fell on a huge silver bowl hovering on the opposite lake.

The silver bowl buzzed, and a silver beam of light erupted upward from the mouth of the bowl. Runes flowed on the surface of the beam, and a strange sound of witchcraft could be heard.

At the same time, the chains around the four wild dragon-winged beasts in the sky suddenly tightened. A sharp awl spit out from the mechanism of the chain and pierced into the neck of the giant beast.

The giant beast was wounded, bright red fell, and blood rained from the sky.

The four giant beasts just shook their heads and then became quiet, as if it was a common thing for them to be bled.

The rain of dragon blood was attracted by the silver light pillar, and flowed into the huge silver bowl without leaking a drop.

The smell of blood filled the air, and the shadow of a dragon beast was twisting in the rising blood mist.

Seeing that the time was right, Long Shi used the staff in his hand to cast another spell and landed on the huge silver bowl.

The silver bowl tilted slightly, and the dragon's blood inside was poured into the lake.

Blood dissolves in water, and a pool becomes red.

The dragon servant stared at the changes in the lake. The lake only turned red, but there was no other abnormality.

And the black loach that appeared before had already taken the opportunity to disappear into the blood red, and could not be found.

After a full time of burning incense, there was still no movement on the surface of the lake.

The man in black robe looked at the blood-colored lake as smooth as a mirror, but his heart was filled with waves, "Sacrificing the essence and blood of the wild dragon-winged beasts will cause them to lose thousands of lives. If you continue to act like this a few times, these four wild dragon-winged beasts will Not to mention dying, there is no strength to pull the Heavenly Demon Holy Island back to the ground. If the Heavenly Demonic Holy Island falls back to the ground, it will really be a sign of great decline. If the Heavenly Demonic Palace is not in the sky, its majesty will be lost, and it will be ridiculed by the entire spiritual world. ”

The man in black robe was speechless, turned around and left.

Seeing that the master of the palace was about to leave, Long Shi beat the drum in his heart anxiously and felt a chill go down his spine, as if his natural turtle bone shell had been lifted off by life.

At this moment, a whirlpool swirled on the surface of the blood lake.

"Master of the Palace, there has been a change, there has been a change." The dragon servant shouted while wiping his sweat.

The man in black robe stopped, turned around, walked to the edge of the blood lake, and looked into the depths of the lake.

Sure enough, the blood color in the blood lake was continuously absorbed by a vortex in the middle, and the blood color gradually became lighter, and then the lake water was as clear as ever.

Crash.

The lake water splashed, and a figure stood up from the lake water.

The man's blue-gray eyes were like the soul-stirring Dead Sea, his complexion was ashen and as lustrous as a demon, and an extremely eye-catching long sheathed sword hung on his waist.

The outside of the scabbard is inlaid with many gray, blinking cat's-eye gems, and the exposed hilt is covered with pieces of gray scales that are moving slightly.

The strange scabbard.

Weird knife.

Monster people.

Without him, it would be Guigu Changyang.

But at this moment, Guigu Changyang had a confused look on his face. He walked out of the lake and kept repeating: "Who am I? Who am I?"

Guigu Changyang didn't know.

If it weren't for Long Shi, the high priest of Tianyao Palace, and Long Sanyuan, the master of the palace, they cast spells together to catch the thunder of heavenly tribulation. He most likely perished under the pressure of the interface power in the spiritual world.

If the dragon attendant hadn't cast a spell to donate the essence and blood of the wild dragon-winged beast, Guigu Changyang didn't know how long it would take for him to return to his human form after he was turned into a loach by the power of the interface.

It's just that at this moment, Guigu Changyang temporarily lost his memory.

Guigu Changyang saw the black-robed man and the hunchbacked old man. His hand holding the handle of the knife instinctively twitched, but he found that he could not pull the demon knife out of the scabbard.

When Long Shi saw a person suddenly walking out of the lake, his head was buzzing, and he thought in his mind: "I'll go, how to compile this. This person's cultivation seems to be only at the Daoming level, and there is nothing strange about it." What happens next?"

Guigu Changyang's rain body is an anomaly in the Zhongyuan world. But in the spirit world, most of the cultivators here have monster physiques, so it's not surprising.

Seeing that the stranger who had just appeared was about to draw his sword, Long Shi's back stopped being hunched, his figure straightened up, and he stopped in front of Gui Gu Changyang in just a flash.

The dragon attendant raised the staff in his hand and said sternly: "Who are you?"

"Me?" Guigu Changyang suddenly held his head in his hands, "Who am I? Who am I?"

The dragon servant was a little at a loss. With his cultivation at the peak of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm, if he wanted to kill this stranger who seemed to have lost his memory, he was still very sure.

According to the rules of the Heavenly Demon Palace, strangers who break into the Heavenly Demon Holy Island must be killed on the spot.

He waited for the palace master behind him to speak, and immediately gave Guigu Changyang a fatal blow.

At this moment, a big hand grabbed the dragon waiter's shoulder and pulled hard, "Get away."

It was none other than the man in black robe.

The man in black robe walked over and said with moist eyes: "Yu'er, your injury has recovered and you have been reborn as a dragon.

In the pool, this is the blessing of a dragon descending from the sky. "

"Yu'er, what's my name?" Guigu Changyang pointed at the tip of his nose and asked.

"How can this be wrong? I am the master of the Tianyao Palace, and you are my only son Long Feiyu." The man in black robe walked over, patted Guigu Changyang's shoulder with his hand, and said warmly: "I It’s your father Long Sanyuan.”

The dragon servant, who was being pulled behind by the man in black robe, saw this and glanced sideways at Guigu Changyang.

Not to mention, the faces of Gui Gu Changyang and Long Feiyu, the eldest son of Tianyao Palace, are indeed somewhat similar, and their sizes and shapes are similar, especially their eyes are both rare blue-gray.

Long Shi wondered: "This person is somewhat similar to the eldest son Long Feiyu, but he is definitely not the eldest son himself. Could it be that the master of the palace misses his son so much, or is it for some other reason?"

"Father?" Guigu Changyang asked as he looked at the man in black robe without any malice in front of him.

"Yu'er." Tears fell from the man in black robe.

"Dragon Attendant, this time the eldest son can be reborn perfectly, it is a great achievement of yours." The man in black robe said loudly.

The Dragon Warrior didn't think too much about it, just make mistakes. A great achievement is always better than a great achievement.

"The High Priest of the Heavenly Demon Palace, Long Shi, has met Mr. Yu. Congratulations to Mr. Yu for his perfect rebirth." Long Shi said respectfully.

"High Priest, Dragon Attendant." Guigu Changyang looked at the hunchbacked old man, but he couldn't remember that he had ever seen this man before.

The man in black robe said: "Yu'er can be reborn with the help of the thunder of heavenly tribulation, which shows that he is the true dragon chosen by heaven. Whoever dares to say in private that Yu'er is not a pure bloodline of the Tianlong clan in the future, I will tear his mouth to pieces." "

The dragon servant heard something in the black-robed man's words, and cursed himself in his heart: "Dragon servant, you are really an old fool. Behind your back, you are talking about Mr. Yu's Tianlong bloodline being impure and unfit to take over the Heavenly Demon Palace in the future. I'm afraid these are It has already been known to the Lord of the Palace.”

The dragon attendant immediately put on a smiling face and echoed loudly: "The eldest son Long Feiyu came to the world with the help of thunder from the sky, absorbed the dragon's blood and was reborn. He is the true dragon of heaven."

"Hahaha," the man in black robe looked at Guigu Changyang, his eyes full of hope, "Yu'er, you have just recovered and may have suffered some memory loss. I will send someone to send you to the East Palace for training. "

The master of the Heavenly Demon Palace, as the master of the Heavenly Demon Dragon Island, is also known as the Heavenly Dragon Emperor. On Tianyaolong Island, he is like a great emperor.

"Respectfully send the Heavenly Dragon Emperor and the Heavenly Dragon Prince back to the palace." Long Shi shouted.

Half a day later.

The news that Long Feiyu, the young master of the Heavenly Demon Palace, was resurrected through the Heavenly Tribulation Divine Thunder and the Blood of the Savage Dragon has spread throughout the entire Heavenly Demonic Dragon Island and has also been openly spread to the outside world.

In an underground palace on Tianyaolong Island.

In a hidden ice cave secret room, the master of Tianyao Palace entered it alone.

The ice cave is filled with thousands of years of ice.

A crystal ice coffin is placed in the center of the secret room of the ice cave.

The ice coffin appears transparent, with a person sealed in ice.

The master of the Tianyao Palace walked over, half-kneeling, gently stroking the surface of the ice coffin with his hand, looking at the young man in the ice coffin, and murmured: "Yu'er, today I met a person, a person with amnesia. He His appearance is somewhat similar to yours. The important thing is that this person was reborn through the blood of the Heavenly Tribulation Dragon. Your mother is a human being and is despised by others for being of low blood. Questioning the purity of Tianlong's bloodline. You are seriously injured and need to rest in an ice coffin for a long time. During the period before you wake up, I plan to let this person be your shadow substitute. I will wait until you wake up. Let you swallow this person's blood soul. By then, you will be the true son of Tianlong. No one will question your Tianlong bloodline anymore, and you will be the only and legal successor of Tianyao Palace in the future."

The master of Tianyao Palace stood up.

"Hahaha, hahaha."

His laughter echoed in the secret room of the ice cave, causing several ice picks from the dome to fall.