Chapter 872： Each has its own picture

Eight Zhong Yin completely broke the peace of Qing Cang world.

The disappearance of the original landlord has already made many ancient forces eager to move.

Now, this fairy mogu clock rang for no reason, and it was regarded as a warning that a troubled time was approaching.

All of a sudden, hundreds of millions of territories war broke out, and demons were rampant, and the chaos of the past might be restored.

In the center of the blue sky, a temple between clouds stands in the blue sky, and the celestial trees on it are forests, and the mist is hazy.

There are colorful rays of light rushing into the sky, reflecting on the sky, gorgeous and mysterious.

At this time, in front of the temple, a figure in white clothes stood with his hands behind, looking at the setting sun in the distance.

From here, one can see the thousands of stars in the blue sky, overlooking the fate of life in the world.

Behind him, an old man in white stood quietly, looking lonely.

"Young Master, Immortal Demon Gu Zhong warns, I am afraid that there will be a catastrophe in the Azure Realm."

The old man's voice was hoarse and old, faintly revealing a touch of fatigue.

Hearing this, the white figure slowly turned around, revealing a jade-like face that was stunning and handsome.

Jianmei Xingyu, with a towering nose, would say that he was a woman if he hadn't tied his hair.

"Old Xing, the catastrophe of my Qingcang realm has come long ago?"

The corners of the young boy's mouth raised an arc, and a pair of bright eyes flickered like big stars, revealing endless fairy meaning.

"I don't know this time, which clan's war chess has been blown by the wind again?"

"Hey, the world master has been missing for more than two hundred years, Young Master...You are the only one who can control the ancient clock of the Immortal Mogu. Is it possible that his old man really didn't leave you a message?"

Xing Lao frowned and looked at the young man in front of him with complicated eyes.

"Never! But... Mr. Xing, is there anything I asked you to check?"

The young man shook his head slightly, hunting in white clothes, not stained with dust, which really meant to be peerless.

"Not yet, Young Master, since the establishment of the main hall of our world, no one has betrayed, are you..."

"It is absolutely impossible for the master to disappear for no reason. Since he did this, he must have his intentions. Looking at the green world, apart from that clan, who can hurt the master? But, the ancestors and masters of that clan have something to do with him. The agreement will never be easily broken, so I guess it must be a person whom the teacher trusts."

The young man's eyes were clear and clear, and although he was not very old, he was somewhat obsessed with the general trend.

"But... the one who can hurt the world master must be the top of the mortal world. The strong in my temple are all the people who accompany the world master for endless years, so why betray at this time?"

"People's hearts will change. Now the troubled times are here, Old Star, I will guard this master hall for the master. I believe that with his strength, it is absolutely impossible to fall. Wait for now."

Shaoyoung sighed, her fairy face was sad, but with a bit of perseverance.

In fact, he has a lot of speculations in his heart, but he is isolated and helpless now, and there is no way to confirm it.

The more chaotic the Qing Cang world, it may not be a good thing for him.

At the very least, he can justifiably dispatch many powerful men out to suppress the demons, in order to have enough time to refine the ancient clock of the fairy and devil.

As long as he can truly control the power of this clock, he also has the strength to destroy the entire domain.

When the time comes, whether it is the rebelliousness in the temple or the ancient tribe of the Ten Thousand Domains, they will inevitably throw rats and dare not move him easily.

But why does the master disappear silently?

He doesn't believe that someone in the Azure Realm can erase Master silently, so... Master must not be dead!

"Yes! Young Master!"

Old Xing sighed, but finally did not speak any more.

…

In the realm, Ling Xiao's figure descended from the sky and landed on the banks of Daze.

At this moment, in front of the ancient forest at Nazepan, a graceful figure sat cross-legged on the spot, with water and mist all over the body, and the rhyme of Taoism flowed, it was Xi'er.

Ling Xiao had already guessed about her life experience.

Taixu Zhoulong, originally one of the ten great ancestral dragon bloodlines, controls time and eternity, and has the supreme cultivation base.

No matter who killed it in the first place, I'm afraid Ling Xiao can't resist it now.

And an ancestral dragon spirit, the power contained in it can be imagined.

With Xi'er's current strength, it would be difficult and dangerous to merge Dragon Soul.

But as long as she merged the keel first, with the help of the keel's immortal power, this would be feasible.

"The son?"

But as if feeling the breath of Ling Xiao, Xi'er opened her beautiful eyes, and her face suddenly burst into light.

"Are you used to it here?"

Ling Xiao smiled gently, sullen in black.

Xi'er's pretty face flushed suddenly, and he nodded lightly, "Here is a spiritual energy like the sea, it is really a holy place for cultivation! That is... just... I haven't seen the son for a few days, so I missed..."

In the latter sentence, Xi'er almost hummed.

"I have something for you."

Ling Xiao waved his hand and took out the real bone of Zhoulong.

Between the heaven and the earth, the sound of the dragon's roar was transmitted through, and the endless divine glory rose into the sky, transforming into a dragon shadow that stretched for thousands of miles.

Xi'er's pretty face condensed, and instinctively felt an affinity from blood.

"this is…"

"This should be the bones of your ancestors. I got it by accident. You can fuse them. Maybe it will be helpful to your cultivation."

According to Ling Xiao's guess, this Xi'er is probably the heir of Taixu Zhoulong.

It's just that if you tell her about this now, it will inevitably not happen.

Ling Xiao is bound to win that dragon soul, and no difference is allowed.

"The bones of the ancestors?"

Xi'er's beautiful eyes condensed slightly as she reached out and touched the keel.

In the next moment, the golden light in the bone suddenly flourished, manifesting endless visions.

Dao lines press thousands of miles across, linking together into a shadow, revealing an ancient and powerful aura.

Before Xi'er could react, he saw that the keel turned into a stream of light out of thin air and poured into Xi'er's body.

"Sure enough, the same vein."

Seeing this scene, Ling Xiao's smile became more gentle.

"My son... I'm so hot..."

Xi'er's face flushed, her aura rising steadily, and soon reached the level of the **** king.

And her luck rose to six thousand at the moment the keel entered the body.

"You can refine this bone with peace of mind, no one will disturb you here."

Ling Xiao raised his head and glanced at the thunderclouds gathered above his head, his palms suddenly protruded, directly dispelling the thunderous thunder into nothing.

"Thank you, son."

Xi'er Yinya clenched her red lips, her pretty face was charming, and she was inexplicably tempted.

However, Ling Xiao just nodded, and summoned a secret guard to be stationed here, and told that no one would disturb Xi'er's practice.

Then, his figure suddenly disappeared and appeared above the heavenly hall.

Just when he swallowed the blood and soul of the Azure Dragon Emperor, the Reincarnation Demon Blade was already unblocking.

Now that the general trend of northern Xinjiang is set, he doesn't need to worry about it any more.

"Om."

Starting with the magic blade, Ling Xiao's eyes suddenly bloomed with magical splendor.

In the sea of ​​soul, there is a magical shadow stepping on from the sky, forming the universe by itself, and under the wave of the hand, it is the beginning of Taoism Three Thousands, the beginning of Hongmeng.

And Ling Xiao's divine consciousness fell into a deep sleep directly in the thousands of demonic intents.

"Om."

Suddenly, at the end of the darkness, there seemed to be light shining down.

Then, the familiar demon shadow once again appeared at the end of Ling Xiao's line of sight.

Under him, there was a sea of ​​dead mountains and blood.

In the void farther away, there are thousands of golden armors gleaming fairy radiance.

only! !

What surprised Ling Xiao was that he saw a familiar figure in the corpse mountain!