Fighting the Supreme Realm

Chapter 87: Monster Saint (4)

"Green scales?" Xiao Yan was suddenly excited. The familiar eyes reminded him of the young girl on Dou Qi Continent. But he quickly shook his head, feeling that this was completely impossible. How could the holy snake be Qinglin? I must be overthinking it.

In fact, Xiao Yan did not admit his mistake. She was Qing Lin, the Qing Lin with the three-green pupil in Dou Qi Continent.

How could Qinglin be the holy snake of the demon clan, oh, no, the saint? Why is it that the demon saint is not in the Dou Emperor Continent, but appears in a Dou Qi Continent where even Dou Emperor cannot reach the highest level?

All of this starts with the ancient catastrophe in the Dou Di Continent.

In the ancient Doudi Continent, strong men emerged in large numbers, and the forces of all races reached their peak. However, a catastrophe turned the entire Doudi Continent into a place where all life was devastated and filled with gunpowder smoke. Race, one of the three major forces, naturally cannot stay out of the matter.

In a battle involving all Nine-Star Fighting Emperors, the battle was so fierce that even the rules of heaven and earth in that area were disrupted. Countless spatial turbulence flowed in the sky, and blood dyed the earth red. The nine-star Demon Clan led by the Demon Clan Saintess All Star Dou Emperors were killed in the battle, and the Saint herself was thrown into the turbulence of space.

If it were ordinary space turbulence, it would naturally not pose much of a threat to the Saint with the peak strength of the Nine-Star Dou Emperor. However, when many peak Dou Emperors took action and the techniques of various attributes were mixed with each other, the space turbulence formed was no less than In the black hole!

The saint was seriously injured, and she had to constantly consume her fighting energy to contend with the turbulent flow of space. She had already run out of gas. After drifting in the turbulence of space for an unknown amount of time, the saint knew that her time was running out.

The inheritance of the holy blood of the demon clan is passed down from generation to generation, with one person in each generation. If the holy blood is not destroyed, the inheritance will continue. If the saint completely falls into the turbulence of space, the inheritance of the holy blood will most likely end, and the demon clan will be beyond redemption.

Therefore, the saint used her last remaining strength to barely tear open a crack in the space, forced the essence of the holy blood out of her body, and turned it into a stream of light and went away, hoping to save the last hope for the demon clan.

To become a Saint of the Demon Clan, one must meet three conditions: first, she must be a member of the Demon Clan; second, she must have the bloodline of the ancient Demon Clan king; and third, she must be possessed by seven drops of holy blood at the same time.

The essence of the saint's blood passed through the overlapping spaces and landed on the Dou Qi Continent. The holy blood that travels through space has a spirit and will automatically seek its owner, eventually landing on Qing Lin.

Qinglin is originally a descendant of the bloodline of the ancient demon clan king, but the passage of time has caused the power of his bloodline to become thin and unable to be activated. The possession of seven drops of holy blood allowed Qinglin to slowly awaken the king's bloodline and become a demon clan saint. All conditions for women.

However, in the Dou Qi Continent without the Emperor's Origin Qi, if it is slowly nourished by the Holy Blood alone, even if it is cultivated to death, Qing Lin, whose blood is weak, will not be able to break through the Dou Emperor on its own, let alone restore the pure ancient spirit. Bloodline concentration is the real power to stimulate the bloodline.

Just at this time, Old Zhan woke up in the Ziwu Lingxu Tower. Naturally, the first thing he did was to check which space he was in. With Zhan Lao's strength, the power of his soul swept across the Dou Qi Continent, and he actually sensed the aura of the demon clan's holy blood.

In order to prevent the inheritance of the demon clan in the Dou Emperor Continent from being cut off, and at the same time pave the way for Xiao Yan's future, Old Zhan kidnapped Qing Lin into the tower, and used the magic of the Ziwu Lingxu Tower itself with numerous secret techniques. Isolate Qing Lin in a secret space on the top of the tower, waiting for Qing Lin to break through Dou Di.

Qing Lin had no idea about all this. It was like she had a dream and when she woke up, she was already in the space at the top of the tower. After arriving in the Dou Di Continent, he absorbed a large amount of the Emperor's origin energy. The terrifying power of the holy blood and the blood of the ancient kings was highlighted. His cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds, and he broke through Dou Di in a short period of time.

All of this was both a coincidence and fate. However, Qing Lin never dreamed that the first person he would meet after breaking through the Dou Emperor would be Xiao Yan, whom he thought about day and night.

"Is it really you? Brother Xiao Yan."

Qing Lin, who was struggling, heard Xiao Yan call out his name, and his delicate body trembled, and he burst into tears of joy. His long-suppressed longing suddenly burst out, and two lines of clear tears burst out, completely forgetting that he was there at this time. Without any trace of hair, he stared at Xiao Yan blankly.

Chapter 87: Monster Saint (5)

As early as when she was on Dou Qi Continent, Qing Lin liked Xiao Yan from the bottom of her heart, and she had secretly given herself to Xiao Yan in her heart. But at that time, she felt that nothing could compare to Xun'er and Cai Lin, and she was afraid that Xiao Yan would not see them. I love myself, so I have always kept this emotion deep in my heart, but the deeper the emotion is buried, the stronger the love becomes. Now seeing Xiao Yan again in Doudi Continent, Qing Lin can no longer control his emotions, and his hands He couldn't help but wrap his arms around Xiao Yan's neck.

"I thought I would never see you again. You know, brother Xiao Yan, I miss you so much, I miss you so much..." Qing Lin was excited, her body was shaking, she was sobbing, her eyes were filled with tears. It's a deep attachment.

Qing Lin's affectionate call seemed to bring back Xiao Yan's intelligence. Xiao Yan's eyes began to become more and more gentle, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing Xiao Yan's gentle eyes looking at him, Qing Lin felt a surge of sweetness in his heart.

Little did she know that Xiao Yan's consciousness was now blurred under the influence of Mr. Zhan's finger wind. Everything he saw was covered with overlapping shadows. The girl's cheek seemed to be very close to him at one moment, and then far away at the next. He was far away, and the waves of dizziness in his mind made it impossible for him to tell whether he was in a dream. In his confusion, he heard the girl's murmur. He felt very familiar and friendly. This familiarity and kindness made him suddenly want to hug this girl tightly. An eternal and everlasting thought.

The sudden happiness instantly enveloped Qing Lin, being held in the arms of the person she had admired for a long time. Qing Lin was so excited that her body trembled, and she twisted slightly in her tenderness, rubbing against Xiao Yan's body, which made her unconscious. The confused Xiao Yan collapsed on the last embankment, and his arms couldn't help but hug Qinglin's delicate body tightly.

Smelling the aggressive aura on Xiao Yan's body at such a close distance and feeling the strong hug from Xiao Yan's arms, Qing Lin seemed to have sensed Xiao Yan's intentions. He felt as if a deer was jostling in his heart, and his pretty face turned red. , the skin became pink and translucent, the delicate body trembled even more violently, the hands trying to push Xiao Yan away became fragile and boneless, the evasive eyes were a little panicked, but also vaguely longing, the charm was irresistible.

Seeing that the girl was so coquettish, Xiao Yan couldn't control it anymore. He used both arms to tighten Qing Lin tightly. Xiao Yan's heartbeat accelerated sharply as the pair of jade towering on Qing Lin's chest trembled. His eyes were full of lust.

Qing Lin had never experienced this kind of thing between a man and a woman before. Under Xiao Yan's magic hand, his whole body was already paralyzed. He kept squealing and Yao's breath was like fire, spraying on Xiao Yan's cheek.

For a time, the tower was filled with endless wind and moon, and endless spring scenery. The beauty's jade skin is like snow, the mountains are undulating, no place is not beautiful, no place is not sexy, the fragrant grass in the valley begins to be stained with bits of clear dew, exuding a sultry smell.

Xiao Yan had transformed into a wild beast. His mind was confused, his hands moved subconsciously, and his lower body touched a soft place. His body straightened up slightly and fell into a wet place.

A different kind of comfort suddenly spread throughout his body, as if he was on top of the Nine Heavens Immortal Palace, making Xiao Yan's seven souls and eight souls become ethereal.

At this moment, Xiao Yan's consciousness became even more confused, as if he was walking into a dark cave. The valley and the path were like a dream, with crystal water drops dripping from all around. The water drops had a comfortable stickiness. It seems to penetrate into people's bone marrow.

As the march progressed, Xiao Yan's footsteps became more and more urgent, and the walls of the cave seemed to come alive, squeezing towards Xiao Yan. The walls of the cave are sometimes wrinkled and sometimes smooth, like a strange cave with a deep source. It is indescribably tight and tightens Xiao Yan's hoop, making it difficult to move.

Strangely, the restraint of the cave wall did not bring suffocating discomfort. Instead, Xiao Yan groaned from the bottom of his heart. He felt extremely comfortable. But in the darkness, Xiao Yan desperately longed for the light ahead, so he immediately sped up. The pace of march is to break through the ambush from all sides.

But the darkness seemed boundless. The more fierce Xiao Yan's resistance became, the softer the darkness became. It seemed like a flood was washing away Xiao Yan's soul, making every cell of Xiao Yan dance and become more and more unable to control himself.

Xiao Yan was like a pathfinder in the dark. He lost his way in this vast darkness. He could only wade through the water and sprint along the path. He ran for who knows how long and how many times he roared. Xiao Yan could only I felt my tight nerves relax, and I took the last step with all my strength, then fainted...

At this time, the moonlight was like water, pouring down from the skylight on the top of the tower, everything seemed plain and hazy, peaceful and quiet. The barrier has long been quiet. On the ground carved from white jade, a green-scaled jade body is spread across the ground. The silk is scattered, lying weakly and weakly on Xiao Yan's side, already sleeping soundly...

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Chapter 87: Monster Saint (5)

At this moment, the Holy Temple of the Monster Clan far away in the horizon was already filled with worshipers. Leaders of the Monster Clan of all colors came from all over the place, feeling extremely excited.

In front of the temple, a huge statue of a snake-shaped man was shining brightly. Green flames were burning around his body. Ninety-nine and eighty-one illusory snakes were circling up and down around him, exuding an astonishing pressure.

In all the demon tribes that were illuminated by the green flames, the long-unresponsive power that had been lurking in their bloodline was about to start moving again, and their fighting spirit was rising faintly under an indescribable stimulation.

"With the return of the Saint, the rise of our demon race is possible."

Many fossil-level figures who have lived for hundreds of thousands of years cried bitterly. Since the fall of the ancient catastrophe saint, the demon clan has become increasingly depressed because the chance of awakening the power of blood has been greatly reduced. It can be said that the saint is the god of the demon clan. It is the sacred key for the demon clan to unlock the power of blood. The survival of the saint is closely related to the rise and fall of the demon clan. Now that the saint has returned, how can the people of the demon clan not be excited?

The Demon King stood in the center in front of the statue of the Holy Lady, clenching his hands tightly. The stronger the strength, the greater the shaking of his fists. After all, the return of the Holy Lady means so much to the Demon Clan. Nothing can compare with it, but the Demon King's excited expression only lasted for a moment before becoming indifferent, and his face became gloomy and terrifying.

The Demon King's eyes rested on a scale in the middle of the waist of the Saintess Statue, which was surrounded by a faint blood light. Unless you look carefully, it would be extremely difficult to see it, and even if it was found, no one would know its meaning. Except the Demon King.

"Who dared to touch the saint after eating the courage of a bear and a leopard! This person should be punished!" The demon emperor was already furious in his heart, and wanted to crush this person to ashes in order to relieve this hatred.

But the anger returned to anger, and the Demon Emperor's expression returned to calm in an instant. The return of the Saint is great news and hope for the Monster Clan. The Monster Clan needs an unwavering faith, and this matter must not be leaked! Not only must it not be leaked, but we must do our best to maintain it!

"Fellow compatriots, our saint is back! She will lead our demon race to the top again!" The demon emperor raised his arms and shouted, which immediately caused a huge sensation.

"The Saint is now in the southwest. Our top priority is to send elites from all tribes to immediately go to the southwest to find the Saint and welcome her back!"

All races took orders one after another, and signal bombs exploded all over the demon clan's airspace. The elites of all races came out, raising billowing dust and smoke, and rushed towards the southwest of Doudi Continent.

The actions of the Monster Clan immediately caused a great sensation in Doudi Continent. The humans and demons didn't know what the Monster Clan wanted, so they all stepped up their efforts to mobilize their manpower. For a while, the situation in Doudi Continent became tense... ....

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It's a pity that Xiao Yan, who was sleeping soundly with the demon clan saint Qinglin in his arms, had no idea about all this.

Xiao Yan slowly opened his eyes, rubbed his sore neck, and felt a little dazed. He remembered that he had a dream, a long, dark, but exciting dream. In this dream, he walked hard Ah, let's go, we have reached the edge of darkness, and we are not far from the light.

"It's a pity that I still can't get out of the darkness..." When he woke up from the dream, Xiao Yan still felt a little regretful.

"It seems that before the dream, I saw Qinglin?" Xiao Yan murmured while trying to remember.

But as soon as he turned around, Xiao Yan was stunned.

Lying on the side of the collapse, a girl's jade arms are hugging her waist. Her jade-like crystal body is covered with a faint light under the hazy moonlight, her beauty is scattered and her face is as beautiful as a flower.

In this kind of scene, as long as you are a man, you will understand what is going on.

"Oh my god, what's going on?" Xiao Yan was shocked and couldn't help but look at the sleeping girl carefully. The more he looked at it, the more shocked he became. Although the astringency of green apples had gone from her cheeks, But the extremely familiar outline convinced Xiao Yan that it was Qing Lin, "Ah, it's really Qing Lin! It turns out it's not a dream, it's actually real!" Xiao Yan was startled, and Xiao Yan's head exploded. Okay, why did Qing Lin appear here? How come it has been sealed in the tower? How could it be the same as him?

"Oh my god!" In the blink of an eye, Xiao Yan no longer cares about those problems. Now he is only thinking about whether Qing Lin was awake at the time and how he should face her after Qing Lin wakes up.

"Well......"

Just when Xiao Yan was at a loss and thinking wildly, Qing Lin slowly opened his sleepy, fluffy eyes, which were a little delicate and weak, adding to the sultry look.

When he opened his eyes and saw Xiao Yan, Qinglin sat up in surprise, "Brother Xiao Yan, you're awake."