Longevity: Beginning from Becoming a Clan Leader

Now, let's see how the duel between Uncle Yong and that man goes in the direction of Fahua Temple.

Chen Chu waited patiently.

The white phoenix next to him also began to install the command, and took out a finger-sized phoenix micro-carving, which was lifelike and crystal clear.

Input the true qi into it, and the true qi contains his own thoughts.

Then, crush it.

"Young master, I have communicated with the palace master."

Chen Chu nodded without looking back.

At this time.

In the north of Fahua Temple, an army arrived under the leadership of Miao Yongcheng. Ten miles away, Miao Mudao suddenly waved his hand to stop the army.

Looking at the direction of Fahua Temple, he narrowed his eyes, "The ground is shaking... The direction is Fahua Temple... Haha, it seems that someone has troubled them before me. Who is it? Ade Tusi? Or Chen?"

"The whole army speeds up!"

After saying that, he rushed forward.

The three thousand troops behind him followed silently. The strange thing was that all of them were covered in a layer of black robes, covering their bodies, which was strange.

Moreover, when marching, the speed was also surprisingly fast.

This silent army was unusual at first glance.

Southwest direction.

A pale figure rushed all the way.

…

Fahua Temple.

The battle between Cheng Jiao and Cili became more and more intense.

In this case, the warriors on Cheng Jiao were also thrown out by his clever strength, leaving only Chen Yong on the dragon head, so that it would be easier to fight with him.

"Roar!!"

Another swift tail swing, cracking the earth and leaving a gully like an abyss, but this blow only knocked Cili out, and the lean body covered with muscles was unscathed!

"Haha, our Buddhist sect is best at physical training, and I have already practiced the Vajra Demon Subduing Skill to the highest level, reaching the realm of the physical Vajra, the Venerable."

"Today, I will subdue you, the demon, and this evil dragon!"

"Ha!"

A shout.

The originally thin old monk actually began to grow taller at this moment, and his muscles began to swell, his wrinkles were stretched, and his white hair that had grown due to old age also fell off at this moment, returning to a bald head. Obviously, he was stretching his muscles and bones.

In the blink of an eye.

A muscular old monk with a height of nearly six meters and a golden glow all over his body appeared in front of Chen Yong. Obviously, although this old monk did not reach the peak of blood explosion and comprehend the method of martial arts, he also found another way to achieve the Buddhist Vajra, a physical specialization technique.

Cheng Jiaolong glared, and the vast blood in his body began to go to the horn on his head.

The glossy black and ferocious horn suddenly emitted a black light at this moment. The sky was roaring, and in the blink of an eye, there were layers of thunder seas.

"Roar!!!"

The dragon roared.

Thunder and lightning.

One after another, the lightning pillars, which were much thicker than before and as big as pillars that two people could hold together, fell one after another.

Finally, they became denser and denser.

They gathered together with a bang.

It turned into a huge thunder spear flashing blue and purple.

The dragon rose into the sky, circling, surrounded by thunder and lightning.

Mysterious, vast, and majestic.

And below.

The golden muscle monk also jumped up.

The thick blood flame turned into a long blade, with a human as the tip, rushing straight to the thunder spear full of heavenly power.

Everything at this moment has a strange feeling of a myth reappearing.

However, it should be the Buddhist Vajra who subdued the evil dragon, but it looks more like a close match.

Boom!!!

White.

Dazzling white light!

The sky and the earth were all white!

In addition to this extreme color that covered everything, the most obvious thing was the layers of scorching air waves that rushed outward.

Like ripples, it spread outward with the collision point as the center.

The ground rolled up layer by layer, and the buildings of the entire Fahua Temple were all destroyed. Even the old trees that had grown for hundreds of years and whose roots were deep in the ground were burned under the impact of the air waves, and then... destroyed!

This is the Blood Explosion Realm, the ultimate power in the world, the power that can stabilize the country.

However, neither of them is an ordinary Blood Explosion Realm.

One is a huge dragon with extraordinary talents and racial advantages, and the other is a Buddhist Vajra who is specialized in the flesh and presided over a large sect.

Either one can be comparable to the middle or even late stage of the Blood Explosion Realm.

Therefore, this kind of destruction scene is also a bit out of standard. After all, there are not many Blood Explosion Realms in the world...

Such a terrifying movement naturally attracted the attention of countless people.

And it just so happened that the Fahua Temple had become the target of many people. At this moment, they all started to move.

In the nearby town, Chen Chu suddenly stood up, "Let's go! Go to support Uncle Yong!"

Miao Mudao, who was speeding up his march, laughed out loud, "When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits. I came at the right time!"

And Ade, who floated from the southwest, frowned slightly, but in a blink of an eye, he got rid of this feeling, and the coldness in his body became stronger, and his speed suddenly increased.

Hu~

The wind blew.

Bringing a little vitality to this dead battlefield.

At this time, the people of the Chen Heroes Association who were originally thrown out returned, and on the periphery, looking at this scorched land that even the ground was blown away, shouted, "President!"

"President!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

There was a muffled sound, and everyone looked over, but it was not Chen Yong.

It was a dark bald head, one of the four great monks.

Bang bang bang!

One after another, three more "black men" appeared.

Obviously, these three viscera-level monks are not that easy to die. However, unlike the other heroes who were thrown away, these four people all have wounds such as collapse and bleeding on their mouths. They have obviously injured their internal organs.

Just the peripheral power caused the viscera-level warrior to injure his internal organs and be unable to recover quickly. One can imagine the intensity of the power that broke out between the two.

The two parties looked at each other warily, and no one moved for a while.

After all, one side is seriously injured and the other is at a low level. If there is a fight, it is hard to say who will win. Moreover, the main purpose of the two-parter is not on the other side.

"President!"

"Host!"

"..."

With shouts and shouts, two groups of people started searching the vast ruins of Fahua Temple.

Click click click.

Click click click.

Click click click.

There were sounds of breaking coke.

The two parties each found the person they were looking for in one direction to the left and the other to the right.

The huge dragon was lying in the sinkhole, breathing heavily. The scorched blackness on his body was quickly recovering with every breath. But what was really troublesome was a several-meter-large palm print above his head, which was deeply sunken and surging. The dragon's blood flows from it.

Next to him was Chen Yong, who was tall and holding the dragon's beard, panting and recovering.

And in the big pit on the other side.

Cili's injuries were more serious.

The terrifying thunder had finally broken through his defense, and now he was nothing more than a black charcoal. Every time the wind blew by, the black shell would shatter, revealing a body full of bloodshot veins and veins.

Obviously, his vajra body has been broken and the skin on his body has been destroyed. If he had been a person with 100% skin burns, he would have died long ago.

But he was different. The rising and falling of his chest between breaths confirmed that he was still alive.

Both sides began operations to save each other at the same time.

At this time.

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

"Wonderful! So wonderful!"

"The legendary dragon and the Buddhist King Kong. I didn't expect to see such a wonderful show in my lifetime. This trip is well worth it!"

The heroic voice resounded throughout the sky.

Miao Yongcheng appeared in armor, and behind him were the troops walking silently.

He looked at the wary looks on both sides and smiled, "What are you looking at? Is it useful?"

"I came at the perfect time."

"If I had come a moment earlier, I might have been dragged in by them."

"Now, it's time for me to become the emperor."

Having said that, he stopped talking nonsense and headed in the direction of the dragon.

Cili's situation is obviously very bad, but Jiaolong is recovering quickly. First, deal with the ones who are likely to recover, and then deal with the dying ones.

This is Miao Yongcheng's thinking.

The wind howled.

Chen Yong opened his eyes fiercely.

All the energy and blood at the peak of the internal organs exploded, and the body was covered with rich blood flames, and a punch came towards him.

boom!

Click!

Chen Yong flew backwards, his whole arm was limp, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and he took a full blow from the blood-exploding realm.

Miao Yongcheng's eyes were astonished, and he clenched his fists, "This hardness... what a natural talent? He's still at the peak of the viscera realm, hey."

"You are a genius, so I can't let you live."

Click, click, click!

The muscles in his right arm swelled, and the purple muscles condensed and gradually turned black, like the carapace of a scorpion or other creatures.

This was the secret technique he used in his original duel with Ci En. He used it so quickly, and he was indeed determined to kill him quickly.

A group of Heroes Association members finally reacted, some guarding and some rushing over.

The eyes are determined.

They knew the person in front of them was strong, but they still attacked.

Miao Yongcheng smiled ferociously.

boom!

One...two...three...ten...twenty...

Blood mist filled the air.

Instant kill!

"Oh, the mantis' arms are like a chariot."

Seeing these people standing in front of each other as if they were dead, Miao Yongcheng was a little bored and started killing again.

But this is the time.

A strong cold breath came.

Miao Yongcheng suddenly stopped and turned to look.

I saw a pale figure approaching quickly from the sky, and then... boom!

Landing suddenly, large swaths of gray-white frost quickly condensed in all directions.

The earth that had been ravaged many times was hurt again.

The visitor's face was stiff, but he could still see obvious emotions. He rolled his eyes and looked at Miao Yongcheng.

"Miao Yongcheng..."

Apparently he recognized him.

Then he turned his eyes and looked at the Chen family, frowned, and turned his eyes to look at the four monks who were secretly trying to leave with the abbot.

"Hokkeji Temple!"

"There is still one missing..."

As he spoke, he waved his hands.

The four monks who were still moving suddenly paused, their faces became struggling, their hands and feet were uncontrollable, they clasped their hands together and knelt down on the ground.

Then.

Just die.

No interest.

! ! !

Miao Yongcheng's pupils were shaking, his muscles all over his body were tense, and he swallowed imperceptibly.

He recognized it.

This is the ability of the altar envoy.

As an outstanding member of the Miao clan, he naturally understands the overlord force next door, which belongs to the same alliance and established the Yun Kingdom.

The altar is the weakest among the overlords in the world.

There is only one overlord.

And the two ghost envoys under his command are only the left and right envoys who have reached the level of the ghost.

Compared with other overlord forces, they are naturally weak.

But this is not a reason for him to despise!

No matter what, they are all ghost envoys, and even if his strength is comparable to that of the ghost envoys in the ghost realm, he is also a blood animal with a different status. Moreover, this is a matter between two forces and cannot be taken lightly.

Of course.

The most important thing is that he understands the creatures of ghost envoys.

They are all cruel and indifferent by nature, and they don’t treat people as human beings. They may fight with him.

However, why does this person in front of him feel... a little familiar?

It seems that I have seen him somewhere?

Miao Yongcheng looked puzzled.

Logically speaking, his memory should not be bad. He remembers everything he ate when he was a child, but now he can’t recognize it, but the vague sense of familiarity is very certain, which is very contradictory.

At this time.

Ade, who killed the four monks, did not rush to deal with Cili, who was breathing weakly on the ground. It was not only because of the wounds of the man in front of him, but also because he felt a smell of the same origin on him, so he did not kill him for the time being.

He turned his eyes to Miao Yongcheng, who was facing a great enemy.

"Miao! Yong! Cheng!"

"It was you who participated in the murder of my son. You Miao family, these people, really don't keep your word."

Accompanied by his stuttering words.

The layer of fog that was forcibly covering Miao Yongcheng's mind dissipated instantly, and he widened his eyes and suddenly realized, "It turned out to be you! How is this possible!"

"Ade, how could you become a trickster!"

Ade wanted to sneer, but found that in this short period of time, his facial muscles became more and more stiff, and he couldn't even do this action. Sadness flashed in his eyes.

What followed was an increasingly strong resentment.

"You don't need to know, you just need to know that you're going to die."

"Wait, I'm a member of the Poison Forest, a subordinate organization, and my ancestor is the Snake and Scorpion King, one of the two overlords of the Poison Forest."

Miao Yongcheng hurriedly explained.

But Ade was just slightly stunned, and then waved his hand.

For him now, none of this matters.

From the beginning, he just wanted revenge, but after the sacrifice began, he realized that he couldn't regret it anymore, so he might as well drag everyone to be buried with him!

Not only his Lilong, but also his Ade!

Just waving his hand.

Miao Yongcheng felt a chill that penetrated his body. In his mind, the belief in myths and legends when he was young, and the awe of the strange gods when he grew up, all became real at this moment.

Some kind of power was telling him.

Die!

God!

I want you to sacrifice with your death!

Miao Yongcheng's hands and feet began to kneel uncontrollably, but his will was still resisting.

Can't kneel!

Kneeling...I'm going to die!

Blood flames burst!

Golden blood blessing!

Rich golden blood flames burned on his body.

Constantly resisting the powerful force.

But! But!

His body was still trembling, and he was still kneeling down little by little!

The strange power was not completely offset! (End of this chapter)