Chapter 850 Three Great Demon Emperors

Hearing the sound, the faces of the nine demon kings froze for a moment, and they looked at the Qinglong Emperor in the palace with some surprise.

Then, everyone was stunned to see that the ruler of the Northern Border, the only Ninth Grade God Emperor of the Yaozu, suddenly stood up, stepped down from the throne, and bowed deeply towards the beautiful figure walking from the depths of the hall.

"Welcome to the Holy Patriarch!"

"Holy ancestor?"

For a moment, there was complete silence in the hall, and a needle could be heard falling.

The nine god emperors looked at each other in blank dismay, with shock and fear flickering in their eyes.

How terrifying and ancient would it be to be greeted by the Azure Dragon Emperor?

"Clang clang clang."

The sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer, until a graceful figure in a golden robe walked out of the darkness and appeared in front of the demon kings, and there were bursts of shock in the hall.

What shocked them at this time was not the cultivation level of this holy ancestor, but her enchanting and peerless beauty.

Even with the disposition of the Nine Great Demon Kings, when he saw Long Xuan at this moment, his eyes flashed with deep amazement.

Especially the temperament that flows from the latter's body, he is overbearing and elegant, and his every move is a general trend of supremacy.

It's just that this kind of domineering not only did not make the demons angry, but instead had an inexplicable urge to surrender.

"Holy Ancestor, why did you come out?"

Qinglong Emperor's eyes narrowed slightly, but he was a little surprised in his heart.

Before Long Xuan had warned her not to reveal her identity for the time being, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

But today she took the initiative to show up, could it be that she has the confidence to compete against the God Lord?

Inexplicably, Qinglong Emperor felt a little excited in his heart.

In the past three hundred years, the monster race has been kept here by the Holy Cult like livestock, lingering on their last legs.

You know, this world is originally respected by demons!

The kind of pride that flows in the bones, even after thousands of years, will never fade away.

Originally, Qinglong Emperor surrendered to the Holy Cult just because he coveted the possibility of breaking through the shackles.

But now with the birth of the holy ancestor, the coveting in his heart has become a desire.

The monster race is about to rise! !

"I've already heard about what happened in Jiuyou Mountain."

Long Xuan walked up to the throne, sat on it, and looked down at the demons.

"My monster race is the king of heaven and earth, but now I am so humiliated by a young man of the human race. What is the reason for this hatred?"

"Holy...Holy Patriarch!! Only by killing this son can the hatred in my heart be relieved!!"

The Golden Eagle Demon King gritted his teeth fiercely, and Jin Yi, the young master of the Golden Eagle, died tragically in Jiuyou Mountain. Even the two elders of his clan were slaughtered.

For the Golden Eagle Clan, it was a catastrophe.

You know, the stronger the bloodline of the monster clan, the lower the probability of giving birth to an heir.

And always after the demon god and demon emperor, most of them are accompanied by luck, otherwise it would be difficult to be born.

Once Jin Yi died, half of the luck of the Golden Eagle Clan was lost.

"Kill this son?"

Long Xuan's eyebrows were lightly clustered, and there seemed to be disdain in her eyes, and then a great momentum suddenly swept across.

I saw a golden dragon shadow that seemed to penetrate through the ages, standing upright in the sky, wrapping Long Xuan's figure.

The vast holy power crushed the world, even Qinglong Emperor felt a kind of panic rising from the bottom of his heart at this moment.

Even compared with before, the dragon luck on the holy ancestor seems to be even more terrifying.

However, her realm doesn't seem to have changed. What's going on?

"thump!"

The expressions of all the demon kings changed drastically, and they knelt down one after another. Instead of showing a trace of terror in their eyes, there was a trace of reverence and excitement in their eyes.

True Dragon Shengwei! ! This is the real dragon Shengwei! !

When was the real dragon born in my northern border demon clan? !

"From today onwards, my monster clan no longer has to bow to anyone."

Long Xuan's tone was cold, and there was an unquestionable dominance on her beautiful face.

Around him, there are thousands of rays of light rising to the sky, and infinite visions emerge alternately.

Among them, there seemed to be a golden tiger bowing its head, a white elephant kneeling down, and a divine eagle descending from the sky, as if they were worshiping the real holy spirit of this monster clan.

Just yesterday, Long Xuan finally perfectly fused the power of the keel, turned it into a spine, and attached it to her body.

And with this keel, she can be said to be immortal in this world.

even! !

Long Xuan could clearly feel that in the middle of the holy state, the sound of a dragon's chant frightened the whole field, as if calling her to go.

Can! !

What puzzled Long Xuan a little was that she had a faint feeling that there was a power of the same origin as hers in this northern border, as if it had been deliberately suppressed.

It's just a wisp of breath that occasionally exudes, but it makes her feel kind.

"Holy Ancestor Tianwei!!"

The Qinglong Emperor raised his head and shouted, even in the depths of the Ten Thousand Monsters Sacred Mountain, two big demons woke up from their slumber and stepped towards the mountain hall at top speed. Emperor and Bai Xiangdi.

Today's two emperors have already retreated for a hundred years, ignoring common things and focusing on enlightenment.

It's just that even in the past hundred years, they still haven't really stepped into the Ninth-Rank Emperor Realm, only at the peak of the Eighth-Rank.

But just that kind of monster power accumulated over the years is enough to make all monsters panic and all living beings surrender.

"Brother! This is..."

Bai Xiangdi was dressed in a jade-white robe, was three feet tall, had fair skin, and even had a soft and melodious voice.

At this time, his face was also a little shocked, especially the holy will emanating from Long Xuan's body, which seemed to be of the same origin as the heaven and the earth, making people dare not disobey in the slightest.

Beside him, another old man in a green robe glanced at the demons with a sullen look, and there seemed to be impatience in his pair of green eyes.

This monster is the poisonous centipede emperor among the three emperors, and he is also at the peak of the eighth rank, but the fear of the monsters towards him is obviously stronger.

It is rumored that this monster had an enmity with the ancient sect of the human race at the beginning, and once used his own strength to poison five thousand disciples of the ancient sect in half an hour, several god emperors, and became famous in one battle.

His poison, the world can resist no more than ten fingers.

"This is the ancestor of my demon clan!"

Qinglong Emperor looked solemn, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

He wasn't worried that Emperor Baixiang would speak rudely, but that poisonous centipede had always been domineering, except him, who never took anyone seriously.

Once he collided with the Holy Ancestor, with the overbearingness of the Holy Ancestor...

"My clan's holy ancestor? When did our clan produce such a delicate and beautiful holy ancestor? Brother, are you infatuated, or are you confused?"

really! !

Following Qinglong Emperor's words, Poison Centipede Emperor snorted coldly, speaking in a sarcastic tone.

The demon way he believes in is to respect strength, not blood.

Besides, he was a poisonous insect from heaven and earth who cultivated to become a Dao, and his blood was humble, or he had no blood at all.

Such a monster only recognizes killing, and looks down on the so-called bloodline suppression even more.

In the past, his demon path was full of tribulations and ridicule, but now he is called the majestic Northern Border Demon Emperor, bowing his head to a girl with strong blood but far inferior to him?

joke! !

"Poisonous Centipede!! You!!!"

The Qinglong Emperor's face changed, he was originally a descendant of the dragon clan, and he had a dragon vein in his body.

Although his strength is the best in Northern Xinjiang, but at the same time, the suppression of his bloodline given by Long Xuan is even more terrifying.

It was an instinctive fear that could not be broken.

Of course, the reason why Qinglong Emperor wholeheartedly assists Long Xuan is not only for himself, but also for the hope that under her leadership, the Yaozu can regain their standing at the pinnacle of the Holy State and rule the world!

"I heard that there is no cure for your poison?"

Just when the Azure Dragon Emperor looked embarrassed, a sneer suddenly appeared on Long Xuan's face above the main hall.

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