Volume 3 Chapter 214 The Terrifying Dragon Guardian

The Nether Valley is shrouded in a dense layer of cold mist all year round. But today, the weather seems to be extraordinarily sunny, and the fog that persists all year round seems to have become lighter.

But unlike this bright sunshine, everyone in the Nether Valley is shrouded in a haze that lasts for a long time!

In the conference hall, Gu Zhu You Wan Shan sat on the main seat with a gloomy face, and beside him was the Gu Zhong Elder. However, in the middle of the two rows of elders, there are solitary empty seats.

Looking at the empty space, everyone's heart stings!

It has been almost two years since their brains in the Nether Valley, Nether Ghost Seven, was killed. In the past two years, they dispatched all the elites in the whole valley to avenge the seventh.

But in exchange, it was not the corpse they hated the most, Zhuo Fan's body, but the constant loss of troops and generals!

Regardless of whether the two elders of Fenglincheng and Jian Fan died in Zhuo Fan's hands at the beginning, after the death of the ghost seven, there were three elders, the fourth and the sixth, three elders died in Zhuo Fan's hands, and the fifth elder died. Also lost an arm.

The Nether Valley suffered heavy losses. Six of the twelve elders were lost, and one was disabled. Only five elders were left intact. But Zhuo Fan is still alive and well, which makes them unacceptable.

What a shame!

They probably never dreamed that apart from the catastrophe three hundred years ago, the Nether Valley actually suffered an unbearable major blow again. The thousand-year-old heritage, the majesty of the seven royal families, has been mocked and ridiculed again and again.

bump!

You Wanshan slapped his palm on the table angrily, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and everyone could hear the sound of his teeth rubbing. The rest of the people also had a solemn look on their faces, with hatred on their faces, especially the fifth elder, who touched his shoulder where he had lost an arm, his eyes were about to burst with fire, and his heart was shouting a name countless times.

Zhuo Fan!

But they are helpless. Now they have really touched the bottom line of the royal family. The emperor has called the military marshal Dugu Zhantian back to the court to frighten them. If they have another change, they may face the million heroic division of Dugu Zhantian. Now, this is a consequence they can't bear even more.

Even if they can't wait for the masters of the whole valley to rush into Fenglincheng together and kill Zhuo Fan and the Luo family together, they will no longer have the courage.

The mud Bodhisattva crosses the river, and it is difficult for him to protect himself!

This is their current situation!

The first elder looked at the owner of the valley, and at the others, he could only shake his head and sigh. The entire conference hall was suppressed by a suffocating atmosphere...

"I can't take it anymore, I must kill that little bastard!"

Finally, the fifth elder suddenly stood up and shouted loudly. All the people glanced at him and didn't speak, maybe they all wanted to do it too. After knowing the consequences of doing so, he willingly acquiesced.

hum!

However, at this moment, a wave of fluctuations came, and then a melodious sound of Xiao entered the ears of everyone present!

"Damn, at this time, there are still people who have leisure time and play flute in the valley? I tore him to pieces!"

But before he could run out to find this eye-opening thing, the first elder raised his hand, his pupils shrank suddenly, and seemed to be trembling in horror: "Wait, this... this is... Dragon Guardian, Fang Qiubai's flute..."

"What, Sword God Yuxiao?"

Taking a deep breath, everyone looked at each other, and their hearts sank unconsciously. Even the fifth elder, who was still furious just now, completely extinguished the fire at this time, but just opened his mouth stupidly.

"Grandma, a bear, what is this Jade Xiao Sword God doing in the Nether Valley?" The fifth elder blinked and looked at the others.

You Wanshan and the others sighed unconsciously, revealing a resentful look in their eyes.

Hmph, what can this dragon guard come here to do? Didn't he beat them for the emperor! Alas, you said that the royal family has been withering for decades, how come it has hardened all of a sudden, and they are still allowed to catch up!

You Wanshan glanced at everyone, and had the urge to cry, but he still bit the bullet and walked out with the few remaining elders, flying to the mouth of the Nether Valley.

Sure enough, in the sky above Taniguchi, I saw a figure of Daogu Xianfeng, and the Yuxiao in his mouth was also emitting melodious fairy music. It was the sword god of Yuxiao, one of the five dragon guardians, Fang Qiubai!

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, Fang Qiubai played with the jade flute in his hand, turned his head to look at them, and said coldly, "I am following Your Majesty's order, Xuanyou Valley Master will immediately enter the sanctuary, there must be no mistake!"

You Wanshan pondered for a while, secretly angry in his heart.

The seven royal families are on the same level as the royal family and jointly manage the affairs of Tianyu. Even if there are people who have been summoned by an edict before, they will respectfully go to the Nether Valley to pass the edict, and they are also very polite and even complimented.

But this time, the emperor actually sent the guardian of the dragon to pass the decree, and he still used the sound of the flute to lead them out outside the valley, obviously to give them the power and crush them.

If they confessed this time, wouldn't their momentum be suppressed even lower when they met the emperor? At that time, even if it makes sense, it can't be said. He also wanted to have a discussion with the emperor. What did he mean by blindly protecting that Zhuofan? Did he intend to target their seventh family?

Thinking of this, You Wanshan did not know where the courage came from, looked at Fang Qiubai and said with a sneer: "Mr. Fang has come from a long way, and it has been hard to pass the order, but the owner of this valley has recently felt a cold and is not feeling well, I am afraid it will take a few months. Only in order to enter the pilgrimage, Wan Wang Haihan!"

What, I occasionally feel a cold and feel unwell? Isn't this nonsense!

You, a master at the peak of the Profound Sky, will you catch a cold? Obviously, it is clear that he will fight against the emperor, so that the emperor will not come to the stage.

The elders of the Nether Valley looked at the Youwan Mountain and nodded slightly. As expected of the owner of the valley, he is indeed very imposing. He just wanted to use such an excuse to tell the old emperor that our Nether Valley is the seventh royal family, not his minister in the court, so he can play with it at will...

boom!

However, before everyone's approving gazes dissipated, a loud bang was instantly introduced into their ears, causing their eardrums to ache. Then, a hurricane rolled by, bringing up patches of yellow sand.

When the sand and dust dissipated, everyone looked forward, but they couldn't help taking a breath of cold air.

A mountain range stretching for hundreds of miles that surrounded them in the Nether Valley disappeared in an instant. And Fang Qiubai in the air slowly took back the Yuxiao that was stretched out, and finally gave him a cold look: "Let's set off immediately, Don't forget the valley master!"

As soon as the voice fell, the figure disappeared instantly, leaving only Youwan Mountain and other high-level people in the Nether Valley, whose faces were pale with fright. Looking at the mountain range that disappeared in an instant, my whole body trembled!

This is the strength of Fang Qiubai, the guardian of the dragon, and it's too damn good! In this way, he can completely destroy the Nether Valley by himself!

call out!

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking through the air, and an old man in a gray robe appeared in front of them, You Wanshan's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed: "Great worship, you are finally here, do you know..."

"Of course I know that the old man only dared to show up after he left!" He waved his hand and looked at You Wanshan and sighed helplessly: "Alas, I said Guzhu, this time we really kicked the iron plate. Yes. Although the emperor is a paper tiger, the five dragon guards around him are definitely fierce beasts who can stand alone! I say you... ah, hurry up and apologize to the court, now the emperor is not easy to mess with It's gone!"

You Wanshan nodded sadly, but his nose was a little sore, and he felt like he wanted to cry.

What happened to their Nether Valley, anyone can step on them to see if we are easy to bully...

Seven days later, You Wanshan came to the Imperial City on time, and was taken to a small room by a palace maid to wait. Only after the emperor's decree can he be seen. This has never happened before. Usually the emperor comes to see them. When will they wait for the emperor to pass the news?

But there is no way, who makes the emperor's situation stronger than people? So he could only sigh and follow the palace maid to a remote room.

But when he entered the room, You Wanshan smiled bitterly again and again, and there were two of his old friends here. Yan Bogong, the head of the Palace of Medicine King, and Lin Rufeng, the head of the Happy Lin family, were all waiting here.

Seeing You Wanshan come here, the two of them also smiled bitterly.

As a result, the three of them sat in a row dumbly, just like a child who made a mistake being locked up, waiting for the emperor to summon him!

"The Lin family lives, who is the person who went to cheer Lin Xuanzhao?" When he had nothing to do, You Wanshan looked at Lin Rufeng and said.

With a sad face, Lin Rufeng shook his head and sighed, "The Saint of Othello, Sima Hui!"

"Oh, this old man usually plays chess and cultivates his temperament. Among the five dragon guards, he has the best temperament. It's not like Fang Qiubai, the sword god of jade flute, who immediately flattened a mountain range in our Nether Valley! "

"What a fart!"

However, before You Wanshan finished speaking, Lin Rufeng scolded angrily, with a look of resentment: "That old guy went to our Happy Forest, without saying a word, he smashed a few chess pieces first. You also know that one of his pieces is equivalent to the power of a meteor. When these pieces were smashed, our Happy Forest was leveled in half by him, and now it seems to have returned to the foundation of five hundred years ago. I just announced the decree, and I also claimed that my hands were shaking just now, do you think this old thing is still human?"

Lin Rufeng wiped his nose, full of sad tears. You Wanshan nodded slightly, but he didn't expect that there would be a more miserable family than his Nether Valley!

"Hey, you are nothing compared to our Medicine King's Palace!"

Suddenly, Uncle Yan waved his hand and let out a foul breath, as if his whole body had lost his strength: "The one sent to you is still a human being. The one who came to this old man to declare his decree is simply a beast. The old man's Palace of Medicine King is completely destroyed. Not to mention, even all the medicinal herbs have been nibbled clean..."

"What, even eating medicinal herbs, could it be..."

Before Uncle Yan could finish speaking, the two of them screamed in shock, with an unprecedented look of fear in their eyes. Then he sighed and nodded in unison, "Palace Master Yan, as expected, you are the worst among the three of us. But the emperor actually released that lawless little monster this time. It seems that he is really angry..."

Uncle Yan nodded again and again: "Who said no!"

After speaking, the three of them looked at each other again, and then there was an uninterrupted lamenting sound from the hut, which could not help but confused those guards outside the door who didn't know the truth.

The patriarch of the seven imperial families came to the imperial city, which time was not arrogant. Why this time, like the death row prisoners who are going to be executed, they all have bitter faces, except for the lamentation, there is no other sound...