Legend of the Green Ape

"Yuan Daoyou, since you have met with the little girl, you should have learned about the situation of the'Refining Desolate Pond'. This sacrificial pond is extremely terrifying. Once the Lingxiao Clan finds the'Taiyan Divine Blood', awaken the spirit of the pond, no matter what you hide. Nowhere can I escape their sacrifices! Time is not for me!"

Li Jingzhi was in a precarious situation, but he was impatient to make suggestions for Yuan He. It was not that he really kept his righteousness to selflessness, but that on the day when the cultivating pool was opened, his Taoists and daughters would all suffer.

Yuan He listened, but he was not worried.

Although the wilderness pool is domineering, it should not be able to kill him, because Zhenxing White Ape didn't warn him, and the falling star cave sky became a world by itself, and the sacrifice power of the wilderness pool might not be able to penetrate.

Eight years ago, he learned of the existence of Lianhuangchi from Li Chanjuan, and asked Zhenxing White Ape to inquire about it at that time, but did not get a response.

Not responding means that the situation is not serious.

Yuan He couldn't help thinking: "Over the years, Zhenxing White Ape has only confessed to me one job, that is, erecting gods for the sages of the monster race. Are these gods related to restraining the refining of waste pools? ’

He couldn't help but recalled the shadows of the five gods. Among them, there was a ruining man with a crutches. His legs were not the same, his left foot seemed to be disabled, and there was a spirit dog floating on the top of his head.

"Could it be..." Yuan He quickly linked these things together: "Could this person be the Heavenly Remnant Demon Ancestor and the Roaring Demon Dog? The five great gods are Yuepeng Fifth Ancestor?"

Yuan He felt that the possibility was great.

Anyway, under the guidance of Zhenxing White Ape, he is no longer afraid of the deserted pond.

He asked Li Jingzhi: "What is the bloodline of Taiyan Divine Blood?"

Li Jingzhi did not thoroughly explore the bottom of the refining pond: "I don't understand it comprehensively. It should be the blood of the prehistoric age, because this blood can only be found in Yuechao Mountain!

Back then, you crossed the sea and killed a real soul in the Lingxiao Palace, which made you wanted for this party. Fir and I wanted to find you to help us. On the way, we met a group of Lingxiao disciples hunting ape corpses. They had Said:'When the palace owner finds too much flame blood in Chaoshan, no matter where the monkey flees, he will not be able to avoid the extinction of the Lianhuangchi! ’"

Yuechao Mountain opens the mountain every three thousand years, but if it is a monk of the level of Palace Master Lingxiao, you can borrow Lingbao to walk through the mountain for a period of time.

For the specific length of stay, Yuan He is temporarily unclear.

However, according to Li Jingzhi's statement, the sacrifice to Yuan He has not yet been launched, which proves that Palace Master Lingxiao has not found the blood of the flames.

Yuan He still has a chance to make up.

When talking about this, Yuan He's ears pierced, and he heard the sound of his wings suddenly flaring, and a large group of monks swept into the battlefield from the roaring valley.

"I'm going to cook these barbarians first!" Yuan He pinched a finger and attached a star cage to Lei Yuan's hammer: "During the battle, Gu Ding may escape the battlefield. If he takes the Lei Yuan's hammer. , Don't stop it!"

Instructed Li Jingzhi, Yuan He turned around and escaped from the Seven Insects and Seven Lights.

Li Jingzhi smiled bitterly to himself. He has already cultivated in the late Zifu stage. Even if he can't beat the ancient Ding Dao and Bugu ancestors, it is still easy to clean up a bunch of savage repairs.

Yuan He didn't look at his abilities, he could obviously rescue him, but he let him sit on the sidelines.

Can't help thinking: "How strong is this benefactor's supernatural power?"

He was separated from Yuanhe in Hongquannei, Dongzhou, and was directly transported to the deep sea by the dewy red fish. He had not witnessed the Battle of the True Sky Corridor. If the Lingxiao Palace had not issued a wanted order, he had no idea that Yuan He had killed the Nine Eyes. The feat of the magic lamp.

"Chan'er, please tell your father about the meeting between Senior Yuan and you! No detail is allowed to be missed!"

"Senior fate?" Li Chanjuan was stunned for a moment: "How come you are senior? Daddy, the master of fate is a generation higher than you?"

"You keep calling him a master of alms, is he transformed into a monk?"

"Daddy, you answer your daughter's question first! How did you and the master of alms meet?"

"Well, daddy first!" Before Li Jingzhi spoke, Bai Fu asked again: "Chan'er, are your injuries healed?"

Li Chanjuan listened to her father with her left ear and her mother with her right ear. She had to repeat her sentence twice: "Eight years ago, it was so good. The master of almsgiving secretly healed her daughter. She would not let her know. If it weren't for him, she would never see her again. Father and mother! Hey, even the Hongyuan Temple has been destroyed, and the senior sister has also disappeared..."

"Hongyuan Temple was destroyed? What the **** is going on?"

The three have too many problems and too messy, and they will start from the beginning.

Surprisingly, they were trapped in the circle, but they were not worried at all. This was obviously out of absolute trust in Yuan He's supernatural powers.

Over there, Yuan He has returned to the place where Gu Ding Lao Dao and Bu Gu Lao ancestors fought.

He looked around and saw that the ancient Ding and the old Dao were gaining the upper hand, his insect army was numerous, and the insects he kept were also rare roots and feet, and he held the neon light cauldron with spiritual magic treasure, which could drive Baoding to arrange the insect array.

Although the ancestor Bugu had dozens of disciples and all domesticated insect slaves, he could barely defend himself, but could not organize an effective counterattack.

After most of the fierce battle, the disciples have suffered casualties.

"Surname Bu, hand over the dead leaf praying mantis, maybe the old man will show compassion and leave you a few seedlings!" Gu Ding said that he would destroy the door, but it was intimidating.

He is a wild cultivator, no matter how strong his supernatural powers are, he will definitely not forge blood feuds with a large group of people, otherwise he can only hide from the east and the west, and be hunted down without beginning and end. His purpose is only to give way to the old ancestor Bugu. Retiring from difficulty, by the way, he retrieved the dead leaf praying mantis and gave Li Jingzhi an explanation.

But he underestimated the working style of the barbarian monks.

He hadn't received a response from Bu Gu's ancestor, and suddenly felt a demon wind descending from the sky.

The wind was violent and fierce, blowing fiercely around the insect swarms. Those little monsters with shallow demon spirits were all unstable, and they couldn't stop turning up and fighting. At the same time, the insect soul fell into a state of out of control. Following the Niguangding's drive, one by one shivered, unable to maintain the insect array.

"What kind of evildoer is doing it?"

Gu Ding Lao Dao hurriedly searched the sky, and saw that there were clouds of dark clouds from the sky. After falling into the Roaring God Valley, the clouds and mist dispersed, revealing the true appearance.

He stared intently and was quite surprised. The sky was full of butterflies, the number of which was roughly the same as his insect swarm, which obscured the space within a radius of a radius. The key is strict discipline and a neat team. They form a chess-like formation in mid-air. Each team is led by a semi-transformed butterfly general.

"Are these butterfly monsters the reinforcements of the Heavenly Sect?"

Gu Ding Lao Dao just thought of this, the butterfly insects had already launched an offensive, and rushed towards his swarm.

He still has a trace of the will to fight at this time, his hole cards have not been used yet, and the seven insects and seven light locks are his killer. If he tries his best, he thinks he may not lose.

But when the two worms came into contact, he immediately changed his mind.

The butterfly group is like a heavy hammer, moving all over the space, bursting into the insect array.

Boom! Screamed.

The force of this collision was like slaughter, and it smashed the worm array he had painstakingly built with one blow, and the corpse of the worm under his command hulled and fell from the air.