Honghuang: I, the ancestor of the Dragon Clan, will never leave seclusion!

In the middle of chaos.

The four holy beasts are distributed in the four poles.

Looking at the flood world below.

"Good fellow... Qinglong, this little guy of your dragon clan is powerful! The Western White Tiger couldn't help but gasp for chaos.

"Yes... It's pretty awesome! The Eastern Green Dragon looked at the scene in the flood wilderness, forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, and pretended to be indifferent.

Unlike Hongjun, who met Ao Changsheng later, Ao Changsheng was in the dojo at that time, so he didn't know the details of Ao Changsheng.

It is also different from the other four holy beasts, which were discovered by Ao Changsheng when he became Da Luo.

But when Ao Changsheng was born, his eyes were fixed on Ao Changsheng.

After all, this era should have been an era in which the dragon race could not escape the world.

But there was a dragon that happened to be born at the end of the Long Han First Tribulation, and then only a few seconds passed.

Without waiting for the Dragon Clan to send someone to bring it back to the Dragon Clan, it will come to the next era.

The dragon clan could no longer go out, causing this dragon to be left behind in the flood.

This special dragon, Qinglong, as the ancestor of the dragon clan, how could he not pay attention to it.

And then....

He saw Ao Changsheng running the ancestral dragon tuna decision.

This is nothing, after all, there is a bloodline inheritance, maybe the ancestral dragon will leave this inheritance in the bloodline inheritance.

But... What is the situation of that means that seems to divide the flood and famine, but does not hurt the flood and famine?

The first time I saw it, his jaw almost dislocated directly.

But... After taking a deep breath, he could barely accept it.

After all, when he was born, he also came to the world with an extremely heaven-defying innate power.

But the scene that followed made his whole dragon confused.

First, after the fall of the ancestral dragon, the ancestral dragon ball that was collected in the treasure house of the dragon family broke through the space and flew into the hands of the other party.

And then....

When facing Yang Mei Daxian, he unexpectedly displayed the innate power of the candle dragon, the eye of the candle dragon!

That's all, but the key, how did you, a golden immortal dragon, defeat Yang Mei Daxian, who is equivalent to the quasi-saint consummation.

Golden Immortal... Quasi-sainthood consummation....

The gap in the middle is probably as much as three, four, five, or six floods combined.

Even if Qinglong wanted to break his head, he couldn't figure out how this was done.

After that, Ao Changsheng became a Da Luo, but it didn't surprise him too much.

Didn't it break through a big Luo?

Ancestral Dragon Ball in hand, breaking through a big Luo is not a claw!

Isn't it that a dozen Da Luo were killed in a battle?

Yang Mei Daxian almost killed, and there are still more than a dozen big Luo!

Isn't it a practice that you have never seen at all?

Is it unusual to have a set of cultivation methods that directly point to the realm of mixed elements?

He was a holy beast of the level of a Heavenly Dao Saint, was this strange for him?

Saint Beast Qinglong: "It's very strange!! "

As for what happened in the East China Sea just now....

Isn't it quasi-saint? Isn't the power close to the hybrid element?

Isn't it just a world of things?

Isn't it this world that makes the flood world fat?

Isn't that a little bit harder?

Winding around the chaos, Qinglong suddenly felt that his powerful holy beast body, how could he not be fragrant!

"However, to be honest, I didn't expect that a cultivator who followed the path of mixed elements could bring such great benefits to the flood waste."

"You guys said that we did something wrong by restricting the spread of the Mixed Element Way in the flood wilderness."

On the side, Suzaku's crisp voice reached the ears of other holy beasts.

"It's just an example!" Xuanwu on the side opened his eyes, and then half-narrowed again, and slouchedly spoke.

"That little guy of the dragon clan doesn't know what kind of chance he has obtained, and since his cultivation, he has almost never absorbed the slightest aura of the Flood Wilderness, and there are very few causes and effects with the Flood Wilderness."

"Coupled with the means revealed this time, practicing in the flood wilderness in the future will not cause much harm to the flood wilderness."

"As for the other cultivators who want to preach the Dao Mixed Yuan, the damage to the world is too great..."

"Like that Yang Mei, if he hadn't been forced out by Hongjun Laodao, I'm afraid we would have needed to make a move."

Xuanwu's lazy voice reached Suzaku's ears, and it immediately made Suzaku wake up from the joy of growing up in the flood.

However, that look still seemed a little lost.

"Well, don't worry, there will be at most four more calamities, and after the Nine Saints return to their places and suppress the Flood Barren Avenue, it doesn't matter how you like to spread the way of mixed yuan."

As if knowing the reason for Suzaku's loss, Xuanwu persuaded.

"Hmm!" Suzaku nodded slightly, but there was a little more expectation in his gaze looking at the distant flood world.

......

Flood!

East China Sea!

Di Jun looked at Ao Changsheng's dissipated figure in the dojo from a distance, and the original killing intent in his eyes had dissipated by half.

It was replaced by a deep shock and fear that he hadn't even noticed.

In the flood waste, the strongest at this time is undoubtedly the only Heavenly Dao Saint, Hongjun Dao Ancestor!

Although Di Jun has seen Hongjun make a move.

It was the other party who easily took the 'Pangu' true body summoned by the twelve ancestors and saved them.

But that shot was extremely short-lived.

Moreover, no one has yet seen exactly how that battle was conducted.

So how is the great power of the Heavenly Dao Saint.

Di Jun didn't know.

But I think of the scenes that happened in the East China Sea just now.

He couldn't help but have an idea in his heart that 'saints are just like that'.

"What the hell is he... Who the hell is he? "

Di Jun simply does not believe that Ao Changsheng will become a dragon of Da Luo tens of millions of years ago.

Even if the Dragon Clan was one of the hegemonic forces of the previous era, Di Jun did not believe this.

He preferred to believe that this was a powerful dragon that had been enlightened since ancient times.

It is a saint-level dragon.

If the Dragon Clan had a saint, how could it still have lost in the last era, resulting in decline.

Unless...

"Could it be the same situation as the Four Holy Beasts?" Di Jun couldn't help but guess.

He knew about the four holy beasts, and many innate powers in the flood wilderness knew the existence of the four holy beasts.

The scene of the birth of the four holy beasts was deeply imprinted in the depths of their innate sacred souls, and they couldn't forget it.

It's just that they know the duties of the four holy beasts, so although they have awe of the four holy beasts, they are not afraid.

"Big brother!"

Looking at the silent Di Jun on the side, Tai Yiqiang perked up and shouted.

"Dragons!" Di Jun took a deep breath and overturned all the impressions of the dragon clan in his mind.

What a loser of the last era.

What a race that has fallen into the flood.

Your family's declining race can have a holy beast behind it, plus a big man who can single out his demon clan and an entire clan.

"Let's go!"

Taking a deep look at Ao Changsheng's dojo, Di Jun directly turned around and prepared to lead the demon clan to leave.

This time he was defeated, and he still had a lot to do!

"Go? Haha, you guys can't go!

Suddenly, an arrogant laughter came from the distant sky.

Di Jun, Taiyi, and the demon gods and demon clans looked around.

Only then did they realize that at some point, a large number of cultivators flew towards this side in all directions, and the dense group of cultivators almost covered the sky.

Although there is no formation and it looks a little chaotic, the number is definitely not inferior to the demon clan demons when they first arrived.

The leading cultivator is not the Eastern Prince who was named the head of the Honghuang Male Immortal by Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

"Prince Dong, what do you mean by this?" Di Jun's face turned cold, and he looked at the person who came and said in a deep voice.

"What do you mean? Haha, Dijun, Taiyi, you trespassed into the East China Sea and offended the seniors, do you still want to leave safely today? The

Eastern Prince was condescending, looking at the pale-faced Dijun, Taiyi, and the demon gods from a distance, and the smile on his face suddenly became even brighter.

"That's it! Is our East China Sea a place where you can come and go whenever you want?

"It's better to obediently leave your life behind!"

Behind the Eastern Prince, one by one, the scattered immortal cultivators laughed proudly.

Next to Di Jun, Taiyi and the demon gods had extremely ugly faces, and if they were placed in normal times, this kind of goods dared to talk to them like this.

Absolutely swallowed it straight in one bite.

"Dijun, Taiyi, you are ravaging the East China Sea today, not only killing in vain, but also colliding with the senior masters."

"As the head of the Honghuang male immortal appointed by the Dao Ancestor, I, the Prince of the East, will seek justice for the creatures of the East Sea today!"

The dragon head crutch in the hand of the Eastern Prince smashed heavily on the auspicious clouds under his feet, and said righteously.

That look, there really is a bit of a messenger of justice.

"What a cruel prince of the East..." Di Jun's face was gloomy.

Just tried his best to escape from that world of destruction, not only him, but the entire demon race, almost few people still have the power to fight.

If it slowed down a little longer, he and Taiyi might be able to recover some combat strength and drag on until reinforcements arrived.

But now....

Above, the Prince of the East looked at the dark face of the emperor below, and his heart suddenly blossomed.

It is clear that he is the head of the Honghuang male immortal handpicked by the Dao Ancestor, but... His sphere of influence was limited to the East China Sea.

The reason is this demon race.

As a die-hard supporter of the Hongjun Immortal Dao, he believed that everyone who practiced the Hongjun Immortal Dao was an 'immortal'.

However, above the flood wasteland, almost all the souls and all races have joined the forces of the demon race, calling themselves monsters, not 'immortals'.

On this ground, he was not respected as the head of the male immortal.

For this reason, he hated the demon race very much.

Now I finally have the opportunity to take revenge, only to feel that the past grievances have been swept away.

But.

He also knew that this was not the time to be proud, and the longer the time dragged on, the more unfavorable it would be for him.

"The immortals obey the order... Slaughter! The

Prince of the East drank violently, and the dragon head crutch in his hand took the lead and hit Di Jun directly.

"Demon Slaughter!"

"Demon Slaughter!"

A group of cultivators shouted furiously, killing the monsters in the sea who did not have much ability to resist.

However, this is not because of how high the status of the Eastern Prince is in their hearts, but because of the body of the monster.

The monsters who can survive until now, the weakest cultivation is Xuanxian cultivation.

The corpses of Xuan Immortal, Golden Immortal and even Tai Yi and Da Luo Great Demon are extremely rare treasures on weekdays.

Now it's like picking it up for nothing, can it not be crazy for these cultivators?

The Eastern Prince used the dragon's head crutch and shot straight down at Di Jun.

"Boom!"

A bell rang, and Taiyi directly blocked in front of Di Jun with the Chaos Bell, his face was like paper, obviously the blow of the Eastern Prince just now was not so easy to catch.

"Big brother, let's go!" Taichi gritted his teeth and roared lowly.

"Taiyi!" Di Jun was dumbfounded.

At this time, another figure of the Eastern Prince struck on the side.

This is the good corpse beheaded by the Prince of the East.

"Di Jun, die..." The innate spirit treasure of a pure yang long sword in the hands of the Eastern Prince stabbed directly at Di Jun.

Seeing that Di Jun was about to be stabbed and fell on the spot.

"Heavenly Emperor, go quickly!"

On the side, a demon god roared, rushed directly over, blocked in front of Di Jun like crazy, and directly burned his body Yuanshen to forcibly block the Eastern Prince.

But....

A Da Luo is too weak for a quasi-saint good corpse.

As soon as the sword light flashed, this Great Luo Demon God was directly pierced, and the pure yang qi wiped out all its burning body Yuan God, and fell on the spot.

"Heavenly Emperor, the demon clan can't live without you!"

"Heavenly Emperor, go quickly!"

A Venerable Great Luo Demon God rushed directly up, wanting to block the Eastern Prince.

"Damn it!"

Di Jun looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes suddenly turned red, and screams sounded one after another around him.

His mind couldn't help but think of the massacre caused by the witch race thousands of years ago.

"Prince of the East! You damn it..." Di Jun's voice was like a demon crawling out from under the Nine Ghosts, filled with incomparably terrifying killing intent.

The Tuluo Book of the River above his head directly emerged, and he was going to directly kill the prince of the east.

"Haha, Dijun, today is your time to die!"

The good corpse of the Eastern Prince directly wiped out all the Great Luo Demon Gods who rushed up with a sword, full of killing intent, and there was no 'good' that a good corpse should have.

And holding a long sword, he killed Di Jun again.

"Prince Dong, you dare..." A

furious voice sounded from the sky, shocking the sky.