Gods, Demons and Emperors

Dragon vein.

The root of luck.

It exists invisibly, but it really exists.

It is because the dragon vein is too ethereal that even the Enlightenment Realm cannot grasp it.

But! This time is different!

The old man of the Wan Gu tribe sneered: "The spell I got from the Curse Court this time, combined with my supreme treasure! Even if it can't destroy the human dragon vein, it will have an impact.

For the human race, this is fatal!"

He is so confident in his own ideas!

"But elder." One person suddenly asked: "Is the spell given to us by the Curse Court really okay? The Curse Court is famous for not keeping its word."

The old man said very confidently: "Of course it is true, can his small Curse Court dare to offend our alliance army?"

Not to mention other races in the alien army, the three major tribes alone are a force that cannot be underestimated.

Although the Curse Court is mysterious, it is a dark force after all, and they are really not afraid of it.

"But why are those above not optimistic?" Someone else asked timidly.

The above people are naturally great masters of the Realm of Enlightenment.

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the whole place instantly dropped to a low point.

The old man's eyes instantly turned cold, staring at the person who spoke.

That was a cultivator of the third level of the Grandmaster of the Cape Clan, but the old man's glance made him palpitate, and he immediately knelt down and shouted: "But I believe the elder will succeed!"

Others also reacted! They all agreed.

"That's right! The elder's plan is so ingenious! The human race would never think of it!"

"The above people don't believe it because they don't understand the elder! We do!"

"Yes, yes!"

A young cultivator of the Ten Thousand Bones Clan even said: "The elder's plan will definitely succeed! Wait until the human race with prosperous luck is defeated! Take away his luck! The Ten Thousand Bones Clan will definitely rise again!"

"By then! Elder Feng Yi is a hero of the Ten Thousand Bones Clan! He will definitely be famous for all time!"

"Famous for all time!"

Everyone said.

The elder of the Ten Thousand Bones Clan, that is, Feng Yi, showed a satisfied smile.

He said, "Everyone, work hard. If this is successful, it will be of great benefit to you."

"Yes!" Everyone promised.

"Everyone, please leave." He said.

Everyone left.

Feng Yi called the people around him and said, "Kill the monk from the Cape tribe who just spoke as a sacrifice."

"Yes." The man nodded respectfully and went to deal with it.

Feng Yi looked at the scenery of thousands of mountains outside the hall, and his fists were clenched and made a crackling sound.

"You all wait for me. After this is done, I will let you know who is the clown!"

He gritted his teeth, because the dragon vein was too illusory, and there were not many people who trusted him in the alliance.

This led to such a big plan, but the powerful people in the Spiritual Sea Realm had no chance.

They were able to come here to take charge, and they all looked at his face.

But the more so, the more he wanted to prove that he was right!

Top domain, Baluo Cliff.

There is a village here, named: Zhitian Village.

Such a arrogant reputation is certainly not an ordinary village. There are strong people in the cliff, and the weakest one has the cultivation of Taoism, and he is still a child.

There are all kinds of races in the village, but the population is only 300.

Today, this isolated village welcomes a guest.

An old man stood in front of the village entrance, waiting quietly.

He is the ancestor of the snake fairy clan, the snake spirit ancestor.

Seeing someone visiting, everyone in the village became alert.

A green-skinned middle-aged man walked up to him and asked, "Who are you? This village does not welcome anyone."

The snake spirit ancestor looked indifferent and said to the man, "I want to see your village chief, just say that an old friend is here."

"Are you familiar with the village chief?"

The man was surprised. Their village chief basically never goes out, so how could he have any friends?

The Snake Spirit Ancestor nodded slightly. The man looked him up and down. Seeing that he was indeed extraordinary and mysterious, he said, "Wait a minute, I'll have someone notify the village chief."

But at this moment, an old and vicissitudes voice came from the village: "Snake Spirit, come in."

The Snake Spirit Ancestor looked at the man: "Can I go in?"

The man saw that the village chief had spoken, so he naturally didn't dare to stop him and said, "Go in."

The Snake Spirit Ancestor smiled slightly and stepped into the village.

The village was not big, and he soon arrived at the tree house where the village chief was.

The door opened slightly, and a little girl with six hands poked her head out and said, "The village chief asked you to go to the main room and wait for a while."

The Snake Spirit Ancestor nodded with a smile: "Okay."

Then he entered the house and came to the main room. The girl poured tea for him, and he nodded with a smile and took it.

About half an incense stick, an old man came in from the side door with a cane.

The old man was wearing simple clothes. Although he was in human form, his skin was like an old tree, with many branches hanging down.

Snake Spirit Patriarch looked at him and said, "I haven't seen you for three hundred years, but you are still the same, Zhuge Mo."

The old man, Zhuge Mo smiled slightly and said, "You can't live, and you can't die. You are just hanging on to your life."

Then he raised his head slightly, and stared at the Snake Spirit Patriarch under the tree beard: "No one comes to the Sanbao Hall for no reason. I wonder what the Snake Spirit Patriarch is here for this time?"

The Snake Spirit Patriarch didn't waste any words and said directly: "I want you to help me calculate the location of a person."

Zhuge Mo asked: "Kill?"

"Kill."

"Who can make you take action personally?" Zhuge Mo was interested.

"A human."

Snake Spirit Patriarch answered truthfully.

"Human?"

Zhuge Mo paused slightly when he picked up the teacup.

But he recovered quickly, drank a sip of tea and put it down before asking: "When did the human race offend you?"

"Humph, he killed Shen Ke."

Zhuge Mo suddenly realized: "Shen Ke, no wonder. But it's not necessary for you to do it yourself, right?"

The Snake Spirit Patriarch answered very straightforwardly: "He killed Shen Ke in front of me, which means he didn't give me face. Is this reason enough?"

"That's enough."

Zhuge Mo nodded, and then said: "But you don't have to do it yourself."

"Why?"

"Because the human race will never succeed in this competition." Zhuge Mo said very confidently.

The Snake Spirit Patriarch was surprised: "You didn't say that back then, and you swore that the human race had a 40% chance of reaching the top."

Zhuge Mo sighed: "That was based on the situation where those tribes did not get involved."

The Snake Spirit Patriarch trembled and stared at him: "You mean, there are some tribes that don't want the human race to reach the top?"

Zhuge Mo nodded.

"Which tribe?"

"Then I don't know, and I didn't say just one tribe."

"What do you mean?"

"What else can it mean? Not only one tribe is involved. According to my calculations, the Immortal Tribe also intends to intervene, but I don't know whether they will help or hinder."

"The Immortal Tribe?"

The pupils of the Snake Spirit Patriarch shrank slightly: "They are not peaceful in their own tribe now, and they still have time to care about the affairs of the human race?"

"That was in the past. Now that the Immortal Tribe Patriarch has been reborn, it's different. Do you know what the Immortal Tribe's three-life eternal suffering represents?"

Zhuge Mo said with a serious expression.