Chapter 919: Zulong Burial Ground

The prehistoric five continents.
Finally going back...
Yang Jian fell from the horizon, on the northernmost part of Nanfang Buzhou, and also at the forefront of the battle formation of the prehistoric cultivators.
The stele that was originally in the northwest desert has been carried here, as a silent drum, waiting for a famous living monk to pass by it, to avenge the famous or unnamed heroes on it.
Yang Jian landed here, took a piece of stone, turned over and sat on a fairly flat stone surface.
The three-pointed two-edged gun was horizontally aside, the proud sky eagle fell on the tip of the gun, and those eagle eyes were watching the chaotic sea that was rolling not far away.
Touched a pot of wine in the black turtle belt, and Yang Jian took a sip from time to time at that time; leaning on the blood monument with his back, as if leaning against an old friend, silently, as if talking about the wine.
The cultivators watched silently, and gradually withdrew their gazes, doing their own things, waiting for the moment when the war broke out.
In less than a day, Nanfangbuzhou will be docked with Central China again, and the Wubuzhou will be fully restored.
The last time I left in embarrassment, it hasn't been ten years since my strong return.
But in such a short period of time, Hong Huang completed an integration of all the remaining forces, and came out of a few batches of useful characters from the land of sword testing, and has rewritten the power contrast with the army of the strongest.
However, this will eventually be an inevitable battle.
Perhaps the final result is that ten will not save one, or a hundred battles will die, but as long as they can win, it is enough.
...
In the chaotic sea beyond Nanzhou, in a ten thousand li-long fierce beast battleship that is protecting Nanzhou, it is rare for the leaders of the Black Spirit Kingdom to gather together.
They are not discussing tactics, but preparing for war.
Yunxiao and Huanglong Daoist’s spirit race battles will be assembled. The two continue to change the spirit core array patterns of these warlords, and'transfer' the spirit race masters originally controlled by them to Ao Xinke, Ao Fangtian, and Kong Xuan. , Chuqi, Chijingzi these five men.
This is actually just in case.
Yun Xiao is going to fight the strongest, it is indeed unclear, and the way forward is unknown. It is reasonable to transfer the spirit warlord under his own to the other five people who can sit behind.
But Huanglong Taoist...
Is it really going to find the strongest men to blew up and die?
"Third Junior Brother, take a rest."
Chi Jingzi persuaded him from the side, constantly revising the spiritual core formation, which was both painstaking and energetic.
Taoist Huang Long shook his head slightly and said: "No, if you want to do that, it will take half a day to say less. There is not much left, just keep coming."
Chi Sperm was a little hesitant to speak, and the few people on the side frowned slightly.
Obviously, they all knew Huanglong Daoist's plan. Although they all felt that this was a bit risky and it might not be possible, but now in the overall situation, if Huanglong Daoist can really ‘success’, it would be a rare help for Honghuang.
"Brother Huanglong," Yun Xiao whispered beside him, "everything needs more preparation. Don't bet your life on this."
"Not crazy, not live."
Taoist Huanglong shook his head and Yun Xiao could only chuck helplessly.
Yunxiao is now a Saint Consummation Realm, and it takes only half a step to reach the Rongdao Realm and blend with Tao.
Although Daoist Huanglong has been laughing, anyone can see the unquenchable fire in his heart. The matter is already here, and it is somewhat impossible for him to dispel this idea.
Chu Qi suddenly asked: "Where is Kong's mother at this time?"
"I was retreating in Nanzhou, my mother realized a few ways to practice," Kong Xuanlue sighed helplessly, "It's also useless to blame us, my mother is already in such a situation, but she still has to worry about the predominance."
Ao Xinke said softly: "As long as the creatures that walk out of the prehistoric land, can't let go of the prehistoric land."
Yun Xiao tapped his finger on the side, and opened a cloud mirror, which showed the northernmost side of Nanfangbuzhou.
Yang Jian was sitting in front of the stone tablet drinking, his slightly curled left leg, the arm on the leg, and the slightly lonely face made Ao Xinke smile more gently.
Kong Xuan rolled his eyes and couldn't help but cursed: "Whenever it's a juncture, you will know how to be handsome."
"Honghuang can have today's counter-offensive situation, thanks to Yang Jian's effort to support the pressure that the strongest man brought to Honghuang," Yun Xiao looked at Kong Xuan and said seriously, "He has not cultivated the Tao for ten thousand years. It’s still the path of physical cultivation, and the pain you endure is far more than you and I who have enlightened and practiced. You should respect him a little."
"Yes, yes," Kong Xuan curled his mouth slightly, but didn't say much.
On the side, Ao Fangtian smiled and said, "Don't say anything else, my sister-in-law is indeed a rare handsome man who is not half feminine, and looks very good."
Chi Jingzi joked: "Aren't the dragons of the Dragon Palace also behaved as the foreign minister?"
"A war is coming soon, you are discussing this here!" Daoist Huang Long rolled his eyes, and while changing the spiritual core formation, he signaled Ao Fangtian to take over. He recalled with emotion for a while, "Actually, when the poor Dao just started practicing, The Foreign Secretary can also be called a must."
With a few sniffs, Yun Xiao and Kong Xuan couldn't help but laugh at these words.
Huanglong suddenly hung black lines on his forehead, muttered a few words angrily, and continued to bow his head to work on himself.
After another two hours, he was finally done. Daoist Huanglong got a little vain when he got up, and he had to spend a while to meditate to regain his spirit.
"So, Junior Sister Lao Yunxiao will give me a ride."
"Well, I'll send you out of the land and try not to alert the other party," Yun Xiao said in a low voice, slowly closing his eyes, the neon dress and fairy skirt fluttering lightly, and clouds suddenly filled the surrounding area.
The others all backed away, and Huang Long took two steps forward and stood in the clouds.
Yun Xiao's hand flicked the tactics very quickly. It was naturally a matter of instant to send Huanglong to any corner of the Chaos Sea, but if he wanted not to cause fluctuations in the Dao Zezhi Sea, and to prevent the strongest from being vain and his own The powerful subordinates noticed it, but it was not easy.
Before long, Taoist Huanglong was wrapped in clouds and mist, and disappeared quietly.
And Yun Xiao's finger tapped towards Hong Huang's direction, and a smog floated out of her fingertips, disappearing in a moment.
"It's done?" Kong Xuan asked in surprise.
Yun Xiao nodded lightly: "Well, it has been delivered. It is in Central China, not too far away from the ancient Yellow River."
"I don't know if his trip will go smoothly," Chi Jingzi sighed, "However, Junior Brother Huang Long still has this method to try, but you and I can only wait for the opportunity."
Ao Xinke also said: "Sometimes it is really helpless to wait for the moment."
"Let’s go back separately," Chu Qi urged, "We have been delayed for a long time, but fortunately, we haven’t encountered any wars on the road. You must remember that the next battle must focus on protecting yourself and don’t let the spirit tribe army. Suffer unnecessary damage. This time, the masters of the spirit race will directly press on it. It is convenient for you and me to hide behind."
"Good!" Chi Jingzi promised to drive away.
"I'll send a few fellow daoists," Yun Xiao waved his hand gently, and a cloud of mist wrapped the few people in front of him and disappeared without a trace.
A few of them were distributed in various fierce beast battleships with a secret atmosphere.
Only Ao Xinke and Kong Xuan were staying together, and the two of them, as well as Xiao Lan who would rush back and forth later, were responsible for the command and mobilization of the spirit tribe army.
"You have to be careful too," Yun Xiao warned, and Ao Xinke and Kong Xuanjin both smiled and agreed.
The clouds also drifted away, ready to prepare for a later battle.
After Yunxiao left, Ao Xinke and Kong Xuan looked at each other, and they all saw the helplessness and a little envy in each other's eyes.
"How can Uncle Yunxiao achieve the great road overnight," Ao Xinke sighed, "If I can also have such an opportunity, I can stay by my husband's side. It's like now, only far away. Two places."
Kong Xuan sneered, "All you want to make you holy is to stay with your husband?"
"if not?"
"You..." Kong Xuan was speechless, and then he could only shook his head, "Okay, I can't tell you. Xin Ke, how sure do you think Huang Long is?"
Ao Xinke shook his head, "In fact, the truth is very simple. If Uncle Huang Long is sure, with the backlog of uncle Huang Long's grievances over the years, I am afraid that he will take the risk and let it go. Why wait until today."
"What you said is pretty good, but it's not half of the time. Wouldn't it be the same as death?"
"Probably, Uncle Huang Long really wants to do something for Honghuang," Ao Xinke murmured, and then sighed softly, "But after all, disturb the cleanliness of the place where the father is buried. Will be condemned by the people."
The two women looked at each other and could only smile bitterly.
In the prehistoric China, on the dark land, some ‘sneaky’ figures are galloping against the ground.
Underneath him ~EbookFREE.me~ is a piece of dead wood. If the area he flies over is connected in a line, the ground seems a little different if he can see this line.
Faintly, it seems that there are ground veins gathering here.
After flying for a while, this figure quietly landed in a high mountain, facing a rock wall in deep thought.
He vaguely remembered that in ancient times, this place was a huge waterfall, and countless carps gathered here every year, wanting to do that step to the sky.
This person is naturally Huanglong.
I saw that he rolled up his sleeves and didn't use mana. Instead, relying on a pair of veteran hands, he began to climb the rock wall.
His body is naturally much more powerful than ordinary quasi-sages, after all, he is of dragon clan origin; but climbing here, for some reason, he feels extremely tired, and soon he started to gasp.
However, Huanglong still crawled up, reaching the top of the mountain wall, turning over and rolling up, as if looking for something.
Feeling groping, running around.
The effort paid off. Soon, Huang Long moved a boulder away, found the broken formation under the stone, broke his finger, and splashed a few drops of blood on the broken formation.
In the next instant, golden light flashed, and Huanglong disappeared without a trace.