Great Emperor Myriad

Hearing the elder Zihe's explanation, Ling Xiao and Long Aotian's talents understood why Zi Ning'er was so hostile to them.

The elder of the Ziyue God Clan is the grandfather of Zi Ning'er. The Ziyue God Gold is the supreme treasure of the Ziyue God Clan. The legendary pole metal is no wonder that Zi Ning'er is so angry that he wants to catch Outsiders vent their anger.

"You mean, those outsiders entered the floodland a month ago? And there are outsiders coming in through the five-color altar, how is this possible?"

Long Aotian's eyes were full of incredible looks.

After all, a month before the Dragon King's succession ceremony, the four holy clans just got the original secret technique. Even Gu Daoyi and the ancestors of the other four clans opened the secret land of the wilderness only a few days ago.

So to say, a month ago, someone entered the mysterious realm of the flood, how is this possible?

What shocked Long Aotian even more was that the five-colored altar was the passage of the dragon clan. How could other people enter the mysterious realm through the five-colored altar?

"It seems that things are beyond our imagination!"

Ling Xiao's expression also became a little serious.

The mysterious land of the flood and stagnation has always been controlled by the five saints, and also the disciples of the five saints entered into the experience, and outsiders can't enter it.

However, according to the people of the Purple Moon Divine Clan, the Mysterious Realm of Honghuang was actually opened a month ago.

Who is it?

"Bai Hansong, they should know some news, and when we contact them, they may be able to inquire!"

Long Xiaoxiao said slowly.

"Several dragon nobles, please go back to the Purple Moon Protoss with the old man first. A few of the doubts may be known to our elders!"

Elder Zihe said slowly.

"So, then there is work!"

Ling Xiao nodded and said to Zihe.

He was very curious about the group of outsiders in the mouth of the elder Zihe, who had caused the wild and mysterious world to be in chaos. Even the elders of the Ziyue **** clan were severely damaged.

Ling Xiao vaguely felt that perhaps those outsiders were not the monsters!

There are five magnificent mountains around the valley where the five-colored altar is located, which contains the power of life and death of the five elements, but it is a natural array.

Not far from the Five-Colored Altar, there is a mountain of tens of thousands of feet called Ziyuejin Mountain, which is the site of the Ziyue God Race.

Under the leadership of the two elders, Zihe and Zichuan, the five Ling Xiao came to the Ziyue **** clan.

The Purple Moon God Mountain is shrouded in bright stars, lingering and mysterious. It looks magnificent and the ancient trees towering like the heaven and earth are blessed, peaceful and peaceful.

There are not many people in the Purple Moon God Clan, only about tens of thousands of people, but the talents of the Purple Moon God Clan are extremely powerful, so Ling Xiao is amazed. These tens of thousands of Purple Moon Clan people have thousands of saints, no It is not terrifying.

A Ziyue God Race is probably comparable to an immortal holy place in God Realm.

However, the people of the Purple Moon Protoss are not so friendly to Ling Xiao and others, and each one has a hate in their eyes. If they are not scrupulous about the two elders, they might be unable to help rushing up to fight Ling Xiao. Too.

The top of the Purple Moon God Mountain is the Purple Moon Temple, the place where the Purple Moon God Clan worships the Purple Moon Goddess, and the Presbyterian Church. The Purple Moon God Clan has no patriarch, and the elders composed of nine elders dominate the entire Purple Moon God Clan.

In the Purple Moon Temple, Ling Xiao saw the elder Zifeng Lie of the Purple Moon God Clan!

Zi Fenglie looked incredibly old, with wrinkles all over his face, exuding a twilight all over his body, holding a cane and lying on the bed in the center, his face slightly pale.

He looks like an ordinary old man, even without any cultivation of breath, very ordinary.

But such an old man is the strongest person of the Purple Moon God Clan, the elder of the Purple Moon God Clan!

"Cough...Dragon guests, you are here!"

The old and gentle voice, a little weak and tired, Zifeng Li stood up slowly, the wise and vicissuous eyes fell on the five Ling Xiao.

As soon as he stood up, Ling Xiao suddenly felt that his figure had become extremely tall, as if to stretch the world.

Zi Fenglie's eyes seemed to be able to see everything.

Long Aotian, Long Xiaoxiao and others all felt as if their entire body had been seen through by Zi Fenglie. It was an insight into nothing.

Only Ling Xiao, with a calm expression and calm eyes.

"Huh? Didn't think that besides the contemporary Dragon King, there are even the children of this era's election? The two Venerables came here, which really made my Ziyue Protoss flourish! How dare you ask the names of a few friends? "

Zi Fenglie gave Ling Xiao a surprised look.

"Great elders are welcome! In Xia Lingxiao, this is the contemporary Dragon King of the Dragon tribe, Long Aotian, and the daughter of the last generation Dragon King, Dragon Little, these two are my good brothers An An and Wu Liang!"

Ling Xiao smiled lightly, and then introduced Long Aotian and others.

Ling Xiao is not surprised that Zi Fenglie can see that he is the Son of Heavenly Choice. After all, he is cherished by heaven and luck, and Zi Fenglie in front of him is unfathomable. Xiu Wei has reached the realm of Heavenly Respect and can see him at a glance Heaven's luck is not difficult.

But he was very curious, who was it that could hurt Zi Fenglie?

Judging from Ling Xiao's eyes, Zi Fenglie's injury was not light.

But after Ling Xiao's introduction, especially after introducing Long Aotian, everyone in the Purple Moon Temple couldn't help but stunned, looking at Long Aotian's eyes with a hint of hostility.

Long Aotian was a little puzzled for a while, not knowing where he offended them.

What happened to my name, Long Aotian? Did not eat your rice, these people of the Purple Moon God Race are a group of neuropathy!

Long Aotian's heart was sullen and extremely depressed.

"Little Ling Xiao is doubting my injury? Let some laugh, before there were outsiders from the five-color altar to enter the mysterious realm of the wilderness, posing as the dragon clan, the old man was not aware of it, and was injured by him!"

Zi Fenglie saw the doubt in Ling Xiao's eyes and smiled indifferently.

"Who dares to pretend to be my Dragon Clan?"

Long Aotian asked ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ What a coincidence! His Majesty Longjun, the man claimed to be Long Aotian! "

Zi Fenglie looked at Long Aotian and said slowly.

"what?!"

At this point, Long Aotian finally knew why the people of the Purple Moon God Clan had shown hostility towards him.

Ling Xiao and others also showed a strange look in their eyes.

Long Ao's weather was about to scold his mother. Which king of **** dared to impersonate his name.

"Asshole, if you let me know who dared to impersonate me, I must kill him!".

Long Ao weather yelled.

Suddenly Ling Xiao moved her heart and said to Zi Fenglie: "Great Elder, what does the person who claims to be Long Aotian look like?"