Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 724 Jiang Shang

After the fireworks, Wan Lai was dead silent.

The Primordial Poison Fire has existed for tens of thousands of years, squeezed by the two worlds, devouring the poisonous miasma deep underground all the time.

There is a poisonous miasma in it, which can be described as terrifying.

Even with the unbelievable strength of the physical body, just a little testing of the spiritual sense and nothing else, the body will become stiff and the heart will be in a great crisis.

Once it erupts, the power can be imagined.

The creatures within hundreds of miles were swept away by it.

If Zhu Yan, the eleventh-level red fire dragon, was intact, he might still be able to escape, but it was already seriously injured before.

The other dragons are even worse.

Except for the tenth-order dragons who can resist for a while, the remaining hundreds of dragons, in just a few breaths, smashed their bones and devoured their flesh.

Turn into nothingness!

The poisonous fire bubbles are very powerful, but because the poisonous gas inside is too strong, after the extinction of the living beings, there is no residue left behind.

Even if there is a little flesh and blood left on the periphery, it has been corroded by poisonous gas and is no longer usable.

There is not even a trace of Dragon Ball and Dragon Soul left.

"pity!"

After being surprised by the power of the poisonous fire bubbles, Mo Qiu inevitably felt a little regretful.

There are hundreds of dragons, many of them are of ninth or tenth rank. If they can leave their essence, there will be no shortage of golden elixirs in Quanzhen Dao within a hundred years.

Even Nascent Soul Daoist may not fail to have one or two.

Looking back, the ghosts and ancestors in the arena still looked terrified, as if they were still shocked by the scene in front of them.

True.

Just that blow.

Five balls of poisonous fire bubbles erupted, and their power was probably comparable to that of Jin's rumored twelfth-order dragon clan.

"Walk!"

Moqiu put away the dharma body and appeared in front of the ghosts:

"There's a lot of movement here, and it won't be long before the Dragon Clan chases after them. Let's leave first."

"No rush." ​​Di Ku returned to his senses upon hearing the voice, his eyes flickered, and he turned to look at the other brothers and sisters in the field, with a slightly persuasive voice:

"Everyone, hand over the blood essence of the dragon clan in your hands!"

The ghosts were taken aback.

Look around again.

Although there was no dragon clan chasing after them, the aura of the survivors of the ancestors enveloped the audience, and Mo Qiu stood aside with a cold face.

For a moment, Wugui dared to say no.

"snort!"

Meng Shan snorted coldly, and suddenly threw out an animal skin bag:

"Di Ku, you are lucky. I only hope that you will still be like this when you become the ghost king in the future. There is no helper in the underworld to help you."

"That's not necessarily true." Di Ku took the animal skin bag with a smile, and then looked at the other ghosts:

"Everyone..."

"snort!"

A group of ghosts all looked unhappy, but they had no choice but to throw the collected blood, and then left one after another.

Watching the ghosts go away, Mo Qiu looked at Di Ku and said slowly:

"You should set up prisons on them. Opportunities like today's will probably never happen again in the future."

"Need not."

Di Ku bowed his head, with a little sadness in his voice:

"King Lu's bloodline, the life and death of every generation of King Lu is in the hands of every generation, without exception, and I... the same."

"Otherwise, why do you think we are so desperate?"

"Really." Mo asked for clarity:

"I see."

…………

The eleventh-order dragon clan, even among the eight dragon clans, is extremely rare.

For some reason, the eleventh-order dragon clan is inconvenient to show up in the world, so the eleventh-order dragon clan is the most powerful combat power in this world.

Death is a big deal.

What's more, there are dozens of ten-level and nineteen-level dragon clans who died together, and the dragon burial days are tens of thousands of years, which is probably never before.

The occurrence of this incident must have aroused restlessness among the Dragon Clan.

The four heavenly dragons of ice, fire, earth, and wind sent dragon clans to investigate the cause, and even summoned the dragon descendants and imperial dragon envoys of the four directions to search for abnormalities nearby.

Thanks to the invasion of the Phoenix Clan, most of the Eight Dragons' attention was attracted by the Phoenix Clan, so they were unable to react too quickly.

The survivors of the ancestors were able to disperse in all directions.

A group of ghosts are even masters of concealment. After knowing the position of Hopeless King Lu, they have already hidden in the dark, waiting for the day of return.

two months later.

Somewhere on a hill.

"Om..."

The void trembled, and the rays of light surged.

All of a sudden, golden lotuses spring up from the ground, five auspicious clouds fall from the sky, and all things in a radius of a hundred miles are full of vitality.

At the core of the phenomenon, a ray of light rushed straight into the sky.

In the middle of the sun is a three-inch baby.

The baby is dressed in Taoist robes, wearing a wreath on his head, his face is like white jade, his eyes are closed, his fingers are making a formula, and he is reciting mantras.

"call……"

With the rising and falling of the baby's belly, the surrounding rays of light suddenly gathered, and all of them merged into the baby's body.

"Shua!"

The baby opens its eyes.

The eyes are like colorful colored glazes, shining with mysterious light, as if they contain the avenue of heaven and earth inside, and people will be addicted to them just by looking at them.

"Congratulations!"

Moqiu's voice sounded in the distance:

"Congratulations to fellow daoist who has attained the Nascent Soul certificate. The road will go one step further, and the road can be expected."

"Mo Daoist." Wanxiang turned his head, and Yuanying suddenly shrank back into the mountain, and then the main body flew out of the stone and jumped into the sky:

"Thinking about this thrilling adventure, I still feel terrified. Fortunately, I was not lost in the illusion after listening to the Taoist master's lecture."

After Mo Qiu advanced to Nascent Soul, he once shared advanced experience with the other party. Because of his personal experience, he explained it more clearly.

As he spoke, he bowed his hands to Mo Qiuzheng:

"Wan Mou can have today, thank the Taoist Lord for his help!"

"Fellow Daoist, you are welcome."

Don't ask for one-handed support, stop the movements of Vientiane:

"As members of the Taiyi Sect, it's nothing to look out for and help each other. Daoist friends can have today, thanks to their hard work in the past."

"Ha ha……"

Vientiane laughed loudly and stopped:

"It's useless to talk too much, this kindness, Wan will keep it in his heart."

"correct."

"During this time, how is Emperor Ku's situation? Has the Jiang clan ever dispersed?"

"It's a long story." Mo Qiu showed his face and pondered, stretched out his hand and said:

"We talked as we walked."

"good."

Vientiane nodded.

...

"After killing the dragon clan, in order to prevent the pursuers from coming, most of the survivors of the ancestors have already left, and will not gather together in a short time."

"The same goes for the Jiang family."

"Jiang Yuan, Feng Lan and others each lead a lineage, migrating to the southeast and northeast, and another lineage follows the ancestors and travels farther."

Mo Qiuyou opened his mouth:

"They will travel for years until they find a suitable place to settle, and most of them will probably never see each other again."

This kind of thing is very common for the survivors of the ancestors.

There are many survivors of the ancestors, their ancestors have been on the road for generations, looking for the blood of their ancestors, and responding to the call from the main vein.

Everywhere they go, they will secretly teach the human race's words and methods, and tell the past of the human race's enslavement of the dragon race in ancient times.

Then leave the seeds, recruit the tribe, and go to the next moment again.

millions of years.

The human race relies on this kind of stupid method to preserve the inheritance, so that the blood of the ancestors will never be cut off.

Vientiane raised his head, looking at the sun above, his eyes were hot.

"Where is that child?"

"that……"

"A child named Jiang Shang?"