Chapter 267： True Dragon Saint Ancestor

"Sure enough, they are all in the realm of the first and second ranks of the **** emperor, but this secret realm is so strong, why your cultivation base is so low?"

Ling Xiao frowned slightly, with some doubts in his heart.

With the concentration of aura in the land of the emperor's fall, I am afraid that those with a little talent can step into the emperor realm.

But why is the strongest here only in the second rank of God Emperor?

has a problem!

"Uh, our tribes had an agreement with the old immortal master not to step into the third rank of the emperor realm, but he helped us to guard the secret realm and prevent the outside power from setting foot."

Bai Jiao’s eyes flashed a thought, do you want to take advantage of this ant’s contemplation...should he...

"Oh, that's the way it turns out, let's be happy."

Ling Xiao nodded, as expected.

To be able to make this secret realm creature so obedient, it must have been coerced by others.

It's just...what good is it for the Supreme Profound Dao Sect to do this?

Ling Xiao pinched his fingers, this is a conspiracy!

"Dad...I..."

Before that Bai Jiao resisted, he saw a soul mark instantly swept into his sea of ​​consciousness, and then dispersed.

Ling Xiao retracted the trapped demon hoop and looked up.

From this Bai Jiao's words, he probably guessed that the Huo Clan should be the survivor in Lin Xi's mouth, who was responsible for guarding the remains of the spiritual fire.

But if you want to get into the ruins to get fire, this clan had to get rid of it.

Although the innocent combat power may be comparable to the first-grade **** emperor, but...it can't hold up the crowd.

However, this Baijiao clan might be able to take advantage of it.

Drive the dragon and swallow the fire?

"Die Ying, go, find the successors of the supreme orthodoxy, and leave a few livelihoods appropriately, Su Yan, Xia Chen and others... don't move."

Ling Xiao said inexplicably, and saw a black shadow passing over his head in an instant.

Before that Bai Jiao could see clearly, he had disappeared without a trace.

"Let's go, leave here first."

Ling Xiao stepped forward, greeted the dull-eyed Bai Jiao, and walked toward the depths of the mountain.

At the same time, in the center of the Secret Realm, there was suddenly a vast momentum straight into the sky.

Immediately, a series of terrifying figures flew out from the sky, rushing towards the periphery of the secret realm frantically.

The originally peaceful secret realm was finally in turmoil at the moment when the double shadow appeared!

In the depths of the secret realm, in front of a large black mountain.

A black figure stood with his hands behind, looking up at the top of the mountain.

Behind him, an old man with gray hair bowed and stood quietly to one side.

It's just that although his attitude is humble, but his aura is extremely powerful, he is actually an emperor realm powerhouse!

"In the past two days, get ready and listen to my orders at any time to open the ruins here."

The black-clothed boy didn't turn his head, his tone was extremely cold.

"What...Open the ruins here? Your lord, you want to..."

Behind him, the white-haired old man's face suddenly changed, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

"If you shouldn't ask, don't ask."

The black-clothed boy turned his head, revealing those dull eyes.

But under such a pair of blind eyes, the **** emperor seemed to see the floating life of reincarnation and the universe, his face turned pale, and he knelt on the ground with a thump.

"Yes!!"

Here, Ling Xiao stepped on the white dragon, walking through the mountains and forests, attracting the attention of countless monsters.

"So, you Baijiao clan were born in this secret realm?"

Ling Xiao frowned slightly, and there seemed to be a flash of thought in his eyes.

Although this group of secret realm natives have never seen much of the world, if he ran to other people's territory swaggeringly, he was afraid that it would probably be cold.

After all, in the eyes of these Secret Realm Monster Races, all the disciples of Eastern Frontier who came to experience are enemies.

If it weren't for the fear of Taixuan Dao master, I was afraid that I could not bear the hatred in my heart, and began to hunt down one by one.

"Yes, master, according to the ancestors, my clan was born hundreds of years ago, with the blood of real dragons flowing on his body."

This Bai Jiao was named Yelang, and he was actually a descendant of the Jiao clan.

Only when he had a disharmonious relationship with the young master of the Jiao Clan, he was expelled, and only then did he hide in the mountains and eat and wait to die.

"True dragon blood?"

Ling Xiao raised his brows lightly, and the corners of his mouth suddenly raised a touch of playfulness.

"tell me the story."

"It is said that the ancestor of our Baijiao clan was born of a true dragon who followed a certain powerful man and had **** with a white python in this secret realm. Half of the true dragon bloodline is in the body, but... with the fall of the ancestor, count Over the past 100 years, the blood of my Baijiao clan has become more and more mixed."

Ye Lang gave a wry smile. Although Ling Xiao planted his soul mark, he did not completely lose his mind.

As long as Ling Xiao doesn't forcefully intervene, he will still be the happy wild demon.

"True dragons and pythons... well, they are quite mixed. Have you ever seen that true dragon... ancestor in your clan?"

A sly flicker flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes.

"How is it possible that even our ancestors have never seen the saint ancestor! But according to the ancestors, he was inspired by the holy ancestor's spirit in a dream, saying... his old man would come back to visit our clan when he had time, but... this Hundreds of years have passed..."

Ye Lang sighed, looking rather lonely.

"Hehe, in fact, I am your saint ancestor sent to visit you, let's go, let's meet the elders of your Jiao tribe."

Ling Xiao smiled, but Ye Lang was a little dazed, "Lord...Master, you can't talk nonsense, offend the ancestors, and they know about them, but...and, I can't go back to the clan. If I go back, I'm afraid I was going to be beaten to death by Ye Liu."

"What did you do to be expelled from the Jiao Clan?"

Ling Xiao ignored him, but was slightly interested in what happened to Ye Lang.

"Uh... At the beginning... I had a female Jiao, and that female Jiao was... the fiancée of my Jiao clan lord..."

Ye Lang chuckled, but Ling Xiao glanced at him in surprise, "It seems that you and I met, it makes sense, it's okay, this time for the Hui people, I will give you that female dragon."

"Gi... to me? Master... the female Jiao was suppressed to Lock Jiao Yuan. I am afraid that she would have been tempered to death at this moment."

Ye Lang froze for a moment, his expression a little hesitant.

Gan!

You are a human ant, if it weren't designed to entrap, my dignified ninth-grade **** would be subdued by you?

It's fine for you to pretend to be forceful in front of me. When you arrive at the Jiao Clan later, I'm afraid that you don't know how to die.

But...you die, why are you holding me back?

"Master...Actually...I don't care. I have been out for so long, I have forgotten the way home, I..."

"It's okay, I'll help you think about it."

Ling Xiao smiled gloomily, and Ye Lang suddenly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his figure sprang out towards the center of the secret realm.

And at this time, in that outer place.

Su Yan looked bitterly at a white figure not far away, with a look of helplessness in her beautiful eyes.

"Nian Goddess, this is the third spiritual grass you have snatched from me. Isn't the Goddess following me all the time?"

Behind him, the faces of the crowd were also a little gloomy, but no one dared to take a step forward.

Nian Qingjun's identity made them somewhat worried.

Moreover, although she has now retired her marriage contract with Ling Xiao.

can…

At the peak of Enlightenment that day, the appearance of the descendant of the Ling clan who was going to die, obviously had a deep affection for Nian Qingjun.

If they accidentally hurt this cold and proud goddess, they still can't be smashed into pieces by the demon of Ling Xiao?

"Grab your spiritual grass?"

In the distance of the mountain, Nian Qingyun's beautiful eyes glanced at the crowd calmly, her tone of voice was puzzled, "Snatch it, so what?" We villains don’t want to be a stepping stone.