Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

On this day, Pingjiang City shook.

Before dawn, the sound of gongs and drums, incense candles in full bloom, curling green smoke rising tens of feet high, and the sound of bells resounding for ten miles.

Such a movement made everyone suddenly realize.

The Dragon King Festival has begun!

"Why is it early this year? Isn't there still some days left?"

"Don't talk about it, the Nielong River changed last night, and the river tide came, so the Dragon King Festival will naturally be held in advance."

"Isn't this a mess? I heard that the black market has already opened a handicap. Who will win the Dragon King Festival this time and enter the Dragon Palace."

All of a sudden, the talk on the street was all about the Dragon King Festival.

Longmen, Hongmen, Yuanmen, Lin Family, Jiuding Chamber of Commerce, Yuyaosi, Nanxufang Black Market... All forces, big and small, from Pingjiang City flocked to Nielongjiang.

Many hidden masters finally couldn't sit still.

Catch the tide on the Nielong River, which is the highlight of the Dragon King Festival.

Whoever can stand firm in the raging tide will stand out, gain the favor of the Dragon King, and enter the lost ancient temple.

According to legend, that ancient temple is the only entrance to the Dragon Palace.

Burning incense to worship, see Dragon King.

On that day, Pingjiang City was very lively. Compared with the annual festival every year, it was even more noisy.

Thirty miles away, the teahouse beside the official road.

Many merchants rest here.

There were two people sitting in the corner, one of them was a strong man with a black face, full of beards, and a body full of tendons, like Meng Lang, a black bear.

As for the other one, he was a young man with red lips and white teeth, cold eyes, smart and delicate.

"Dragon King Grand Festival, it's ironic that these humans flock to it." The black-faced burly man couldn't help sneering as he looked at the merchants passing by.

"There are too many top characters among human beings. They have continued to prosper and prosper from generation to generation. What can you do?" The immature boy glanced at him and said lightly.

"In that case, what are we doing here?" The black-faced burly man looked displeased.

Their identities are too sensitive, and if they are discovered by a human expert, it will definitely cause quite a stir.

"Dragon King Sacrifice, Sacrifice to the Dragon King, in the midst of the storm, there will be dragons and tigers. I am afraid that human beings will give birth to a few more amazing little guys..."

The immature boy murmured softly, and a gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes.

"What does that have to do with us? Could it be that you are going to strike and kill these little bastards in their cradles?" the black-faced burly man asked in surprise.

"Nonsense!" The immature boy glared fiercely, and said in a deep voice, "Do you want to start a war? How dare you say such nonsense?"

"Then why did you come all the way to join in the fun? The Huoyun Cave sent someone to invite us twice." The black-faced strong man asked in surprise.

The immature young man was silent for a while, before he said: "I have an enemy in Pingjiang City, this Dragon King Festival, he must be doomed..."

Having said that, the immature boy rubbed his chest, stood up, and said lightly, "I'll pay him back."

After the words fell, the immature boy turned around and left,

step away,

"Human favor?" The black-faced burly man was taken aback, and hurried to catch up: "Chimu, wait a minute..."

"Idiot, my name is Ji Le now!"

"Okay, Akame, who do you owe favor to?"

"A human imp!"

"What? Chimu, do you owe a favor to a brat?"

...

On the banks of the Nielong River, people were moving around, and they had already been completely surrounded.

The turbulent frenzy is like an upside-down cloud. The turbid waves are empty and connected to the sky, one wave after another.

The terrible whistling sound was like thunder beating a drum, shaking the eardrums.

Even though Yu Yaosi had deployed manpower to keep all the onlookers at a distance of hundreds of feet from Jiang Chao, some people still felt frightened.

The whimpering and roaring river seemed to be boiled, and a terrible vortex was hidden in the turbulent waves.

On the high platform in the distance, incense was lingering, and the tablet of the Dragon King was raised.

The ritual officer is mourning and singing, and the ritual and music officer is playing the guqin bell...

Shang Tianhe led a group of masters from Yuyaosi to sit on the high platform, looking down.

Next to it, the Sanmen family had already set up a high platform, and the positions they occupied just showed the status of the four great families in Pingjiang City.

Every year, these seats are the best seats to watch the ceremony. Before the start of the Dragon King Festival, the Yu Yaosi will demarcate an area and auction it publicly.

There is no doubt that the best four regions will eventually fall into the hands of the Sanmen family, and the name of the four great families comes from this.

"Look, that's Hong Tongling, the mistress of the Hong family. She's really graceful and charming."

Everyone exclaimed and looked towards the stand where Hong Men was.

There stood a beautiful woman with a graceful and exquisite figure, almond eyes with a cold light, revealing a seductive charm.

Hong Tongling is the mistress of the Hong family, only thirty years old.

Her parents died early, and there is only one uncle, who entered the Shenxiaomen in his early years to understand Taoism and has extremely strong supernatural powers.

Relying on this relationship, Hong Tongling provoked the leader of the Hong family very early, worked hard for many years, and was always single.

Because of this, Hongmen has a high voice in Pingjiang City, and many forces are willing to give him face.

There is no other reason, because there is a so-called "Pingjiang City's No. 1 Soft Rice" in Hongmen.

Everyone wants to eat Hong Tongling's fragrant, smooth, and moist soft rice.

This is not less than thirty or forty years of hard work.

You know, Hongmen is one of the four great families in Pingjiang City. Whoever can eat this meal is equivalent to becoming a big boss in Pingjiang City. His position is so high and powerful that it is unimaginable.

Therefore, over the years, Hongmen has recruited many masters.

Many young talents are willing to pay homage to Hongmen, because many people who have been here, and even elders in the family have lamented that "only when you are old, you will realize that your body is useless, and you will cry when you embrace a rich woman." If you want to eat this bowl of rice, you have to use your strength Strong, no need to take medicine.

"Do you want to be so exaggerated? Isn't it good-looking? Is the family rich?" Seeing such a loud voice, some people expressed disdain.

"Young man, you are still too young!" A middle-aged man with gray temples shook his head and sighed beside him.

He looked at Hongmen's high platform, his fiery eyes glistening with crystal tears.

"You don't know the fragrance of soft rice when you are young, so you put your youth into rice seedlings by mistake. If you can turn back at the beginning, the three generations of children and grandchildren don't have to worry..."

The middle-aged man murmured softly, leaving two lines of regretful tears.

"That girl from the Hong family!?"

Yuan Qiuyi saw Hongmen's popularity in his eyes, but his face was dismissive.

This Dragon King Sacrifice is the best opportunity for their Yuanmen to rise up.

He wanted to suppress all the other three aristocratic families in one fell swoop.

"Zhenmosi...you want to use Yuanmen, but you don't know that I'm just relying on your strength." Yuan Qiu sneered inwardly.

After Yuan Shaoqing's death, the mysterious master of Zhenmagic came to Yuanmen.

These days, Yuan Qiuyi is nothing more than hypocrisy and submissiveness, taking advantage of each other.

The Dragon King Sacrifice was his real goal. Once the Yuan Clan shined brightly, the people from Zhenmasi would no longer be of any use.

"Hey, just wait." Yuan Qiu secretly smiled.

At this moment, Shang Tianhe looked at the Nielongjiang where the waves piled up, but he didn't see anyone making a move.

He moved his eyes slightly, looking at the high platform where the dragon gate is located.

The old man of Longmen was there, with no anger on his face, watching Jiang Chao leisurely.

The Supreme Emperor of Longmen is the only Nine Transformation master in Pingjiang City besides Shang Tianhe, and his status is high enough to be on an equal footing with Shang Tianhe.

The reason why Longmen was able to secure the top spot in Pingjiang City was because of this old guy.

"Tsk tsk, this Dragon King Festival is much more lively than in previous years." The old man of Longmen smiled slightly.

Long Qianxun's heart skipped a beat and he glanced around.

As the Patriarch of Longmen, he attaches great importance to this Dragon King Festival.

"Since no one makes a move, I'll take the lead first!"

At this moment, a loud shout started, and the heroic waves covered the waves of the river.

Immediately afterwards, a figure rushed out from the high platform of Yu Yaosi.

Everyone followed the prestige, and when they saw the visitor, they couldn't help but be in awe.

At this moment, Li Shantao made a move.

Li Shantao, Commander of the Demon Yusi.

For him, this year was a turning point in his destiny.

Especially in the past four months, his life has undergone earth-shaking changes.

From [Pure Demon Shovel] to [Pingjiang Shovel], Li Shantao himself doesn't know when it started, his tough life began to become more and more wrong, looking back, he has already deviated from the original direction.

"If I make a move, no demon can be born..."

Once upon a time, this rhetoric had a fatal deterrent effect on the monsters in Pingjiang City. Once it was said, even the demon-killing guards in the Monster Control Division would feel extremely at ease.

But now, the former [Jing Yao Shovel] seems to have fallen into a strange circle like a curse, his abdomen seems to have never been completely healed, and the hideous scars are like split mouths, mocking Li Shantao mercilessly moving life.

"I want to clear my name!"

Li Shantao clenched his fists tightly, as if a voice in his heart was screaming heart-piercingly.

He is full of confidence and full of expectations.

On this grand day of carnival throughout the city, in front of everyone, Li Shantao wants to announce to the world that he is still the domineering, invincible and respected [Purity Demon Shovel].

There must be a place for him in the future of Pingjiang City.

"Look at it, look at it all!"

Li Shantao suddenly became full of pride, he took a step forward and jumped into the rolling river.

rumbling...

In the Nielongjiang River, waves beat waves, and each wave is stronger than another.

The turbulent river tide was ten feet long, and it was raised suddenly, like a huge palm, slapping the powerful mountain waves.

"Break it!"

Li Shantao walked on the waves, he let out a terrified roar, shaking the water waves, and his vigorous blood rose to the sky, like real fire hunting, resisting the sweeping river tide.

The power of rivers cannot be resisted by humans.

However, the way of practice is to gestate the power of true nature in the false body of nothingness. This kind of power can be cultivated to the extreme, and it can move mountains and fill seas, and is omnipotent.

rumbling...

Li Shantao's blood energy was like a ball of fire, colliding with the river tide, the water vapor rose up, his figure flickered, he rushed out of the huge waves, and stood in the river without falling down.

"Okay, you are indeed a master of the demon master!"

Suddenly, above the river bank, there was a burst of applause.

There was even more jubilation in Yuyaosi.

The old [Pure Demon Shovel] is back.

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