Chapter 1016 Responses From All Parties

It is not for nothing that Daxu is called a cursed place.

The light gray sun, the yellow sand all over the sky, and the Jedi that I don't know when I will meet.

Of course, the most important thing is that there are countless alien races in the unknown area. As long as the statues outside the city are broken, these alien races will attack the city. But now, all the statues have been standing for thousands of years, the time of breaking is not far away, and the catastrophe is approaching. All of these can prove that the Great Ruins are a cursed place.

Outside the light curtain, these Tianjiao you look at me, I look at you, wide-eyed.

After saying that, someone finally said tentatively: "This...these people really escaped from the Venerable?"

"Uh, it seems so now, and that human race actually killed Venerable Blood Flood Dragon's son, this...is too terrifying." Someone nodded in response. There was an inconceivable strange brilliance in his eyes. Although he had seen the scene just now with his own eyes, it still had a huge impact on him, making him unbelievable.

"Huh? What's the name of the human race?" Someone asked in a low voice. It's probably only once in this life that you can encounter this. Naturally, you have to know it clearly.

After ten breaths of silence, someone said, "Yu Tianrui, his name is Yu Tianrui." The deeds of entering the Great Ruins were also excavated.

"Yu Tianrui, in front of Venerable Blood Dragon, kill Prince Flood Dragon head-on."

"With the mid-level cultivation of the spirit master, the Venerable Blood Flood Dragon was forced to defend with all his strength, and his tiger's mouth was shattered, dripping with blood."

"Twice escaped from His Holiness."

"After a few tricks with Ji Haoran, we're evenly divided."

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Such a thing, just one, can cause a sensation, but he has done so many things.

News like this flew out in all directions as if it had grown wings.

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In the ancient city, black mist billowed outside the city, and it was unknown when it would engulf it. The statue of the god had stood for eternity, and it was covered with dense traces.

The streets are still dilapidated and crowded with people.

Changshou Lane no longer has the human touch it had before. People have dispersed, and the human touch has faded.

After the few people moved out of Changshou Lane, Master Duan also moved to another place. The business was booming, but he would still come to Changshou Lane when he had nothing to do.

In the city lord's mansion, although Jiang Caijin's face can't be said to be full of radiance, after fifty years of vitality, her whole person is much more energetic. She grows flowers, grass, and practice calligraphy, and her life is very fulfilling.

At this moment, he was practicing calligraphy in the study with a fine brush in his hand. He wrote the brush straight and fast, vigorous and powerful, and finished it in one go. Looking around, there was a line of words on the rice paper: "It is better to show wisdom than to have deep wisdom." Hidden, be a foolish and shrewd person, keep a low profile."

He waited for the ink to dry, and held it in his hand to watch it carefully.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Jiang Caijin shouted in a low voice without hesitation. He knew in his heart that Jiang Yuping was the only one who could knock on the door of the study.

"Crack!" The door opened,

It really was Jiang Yuping.

Jiang Yuping considered his words, and after a while, he cupped his hands and said, "City Lord, I wonder if you still remember that Master Yu went out with Elder He a month ago."

"Well, I heard that a blood dragon team was killed, but it's a pity for those villages." Jiang Caijin said softly.

Jiang Yuping's muddy eyes shone with a gleam, and he said in a trembling voice: "It's wrong, it's all wrong! At that time, the two of them didn't kill the blood dragon team, but killed the blood dragon prince, and... He paused and adjusted his breathing.

"Don't hesitate to speak!" Jiang Caijin scolded dissatisfiedly.

Jiang Yuping didn't take it seriously, and said in a deep voice: "And, he was killed in front of Venerable Blood Flood Dragon, and they escaped."

Hearing these words, Jiang Caijin's hands trembled imperceptibly even with his energy-raising skills.

After a moment of silence, he said in a low voice: "Is the Jin Lin a thing in the pond? It changes into a dragon when it encounters a storm."

Jiang Yuping's throat moved slightly, his face hesitant to speak, and after biting his teeth lightly, he said in a dry voice: "That's not counting, this time outside the barren desert, Master Yu, with a high-level cultivation base of a spirit, forced Venerable Blood Flood Dragon defended with all his strength, but still shattered his jaws."

At this moment, even Jiang Caijin was shocked and said in surprise: "Is this true?"

"Really, this is news from the Jiang family."

"Okay, okay, okay, as long as the Jiang family can get this help, they will have nothing to worry about."

In the Heilongjiang family, the totem hundreds of feet high is majestic, the sun is shining brightly, and it is a thriving scene.

In the small courtyard, Xiaoman is carving wood carvings. Although his knife skills are jerky, he is meticulous, as if he regards this as the most sacred thing to do.

Jiang Qingcheng is teaching Xiaolan how to read, her body is more open, with a fluffy ponytail tied, her face is exquisite, her eyebrows are smoky, like a slender willow leaf. Below is a pair of smart eyes, big, as if they can speak, and a small and exquisite nose. As long as you smile slightly, two small dimples will appear on both sides of the mouth, which is very cute.

At this moment, a high-ranking elder with a gentle smile walked in slowly. He is a bit fat, with small eyes, and holds a delicate carving knife in his hand.

After looking around, he walked up to Xiaoman, and said with a smile on his face: "Come on, Xiaoman, I'll change you a carving knife. It's made of meteoric iron, so it's comfortable to use." He laughed, The eyes, which were already small, were completely narrowed into a line, which looked a little funny.

Xiaoman didn't even lift his eyelids, and said with a coldness of repelling others thousands of miles away: "No need, my carving knife is a gift from Brother Yu."

The old man just raised his hands in the air, in a dilemma, and his face showed a look of embarrassment.

Jiang Qingcheng pursed her eyes, moved lightly with jade steps, and raised her hand to take it. Although she was naughty, she was not without scheming, especially during the time she came to Jiang's house, she had grown a lot.

Only then did the old man let out a long sigh of relief, and Shi Shi ran back out.

Above the clouds, two elders with a slightly rotten breath stood side by side. They were the two venerables of the Jiang family, Jiang Yuchen and Jiang Xiaoxu.

Jiang Yuchen stroked his chin with his fingers, and said softly: "Brother, will this be too much of a fuss?"

"Making a fuss?" Jiang Xiaoxu's voice raised a lot.

Youyou sighed, and then said: "This is just an attitude. If you don't do it, someone will do it. The true meaning of the Tao, you and I haven't comprehended it yet. He Jian, who dominated a generation back then, can be regarded as Isn’t he amazing? Isn’t he blocked by the gate wall? But Master Yu is different. After comprehending the true meaning of Dao, there is no suspense. After stepping into the Venerable, his strength will increase greatly. Since this kind of proud son of heaven has already been in contact with the Jiang family, why let him run away? He will be struck by lightning!"

He looked at Xiaoman with deep and unpredictable eyes.

"I understand." Jiang Yuchen nodded slightly.

"Well, has Liu Che been sent out?" Jiang Xiaoxu continued to ask.

"Take the masters of the clan and go to meet them." Jiang Yuchen replied.

"Well, that's good." Jiang Xiaoxu looked into the distance and nodded in response. At this moment, he finally understood why He Jian valued Ouyang Ming so much. This is simply a monstrous evildoer. With the high level of the spirit master, the blood flood dragon is forced to defend with all his strength. Not to mention that there is no one in the future, at least there is no one in the past. Even He Jian is far behind.

However, no one knows that the big avalanche trick requires mental power to visualize the snow-capped mountains every day, and it is not a one-day achievement.

If it wasn't for swallowing a bone dragon's head and replenishing its own mental power, it would take at least several years to accumulate the snow-capped mountains.

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In Xuelongji's house, a blood dragon stood in a huge gravel square, with the blue sky on its back, and its feet on the ground, making a gesture of flying into the air. A blood mist emerged from each scale, and the dragon claws were as black as ink, slightly separated. The nails are thin and long, extremely sharp, like five indestructible bone knives. From a distance, this totem seems to be filled with blood mist.

Under the blood mist, countless members of the Ji family sat cross-legged.

A strong evil spirit permeated his body, his eyes were only closed, and he could feel the unruly blood dragon clan just by taking a look.

Behind the blood dragon totem, there are many pavilions, covering at least tens of miles, and it is the most conspicuous place among the pavilions.

A nine-storey tower, simple and vicissitudes, stands proudly, and every tiny place is carved with exquisite carvings. This is the Daoist Pagoda, where the Ji Family Daozi lived.

On the top of the Enlightenment Pagoda, Ji Haoran was sitting cross-legged, with a faint black air on his body, obviously healed.

A moment later, he spurted out a big mouthful of black blood, and his face became rosy again.

Suddenly, an old man in animal skin stepped on the stairs and walked up. He had a hand bone hanging around his neck, which was so crystal clear that it gave people a sense of sacredness. Same.

"Injured?" The old man's voice was not hoarse, but full of air.

"Well, I'll win it back next time." Ji Haoran clenched his fists tightly, his long nails digging deep into his palms, dripping with blood.

"Do you know why the Taoist Pagoda has nine floors?" The old man didn't answer, but asked inexplicably.

"Nine is the extreme number of odd numbers, and I will make that extreme number and go up to the sky." Ji Haoran replied softly without thinking.

Only then did the old man's face soften, and he said softly: "The Ji family is the strongest family among the Daxu human forces, surpassing all other forces. You are the son of my Ji family, destined not to be ordinary, destined to soar Jiutian, what is a small setback? What is a momentary gain or loss? Your opponent is not a Taoist from any school, but a catastrophe, a catastrophe that breaks the soul and becomes a venerable. If you don’t become a venerable, you will be an ant in the end. , you will understand the vastness of the world and the infinity of the avenue." The old man's voice was not loud, but with a touch of majesty.

"I understand..." Ji Haoran nodded heavily.

The old man waved his sleeves, with a kind face on his face, and said softly: "It's not that I'm demanding on you. Now that the Great Ruins are approaching chaos, if you don't become a venerable, you don't even have the qualifications to live. As for the person who hurt you, as long as you step on it Like the Venerable, killing him is like slaughtering a dog. Besides, the members of the Ji family are not so restless..." He looked down and sneered, his voice full of coldness. ...

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