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Chapter 567 The Palace of Ten Thousand Demons Kills the Jade Horned Dragon(1/2)

Susu——

Several figures suddenly appeared, causing the entire Wanxiang Pavilion to fall into a dead silence.

Liu Shiqian and Elder Chi Yang stood silently, even if they tried their best to hide their surprise, their pupils still instinctively shrank.

In fact, the cultivation level of the two people cannot see through the existences shrouded in dark gold robes, how strong they are, and how advanced their realm is.

But judging from the momentum alone, it looks like a handful of them have besieged the Dragon Palace!

"Old Liu, who are these people?" Elder Chi Yang swallowed and couldn't help but asked using Tao cards.

Liu Shiqian slowly closed his eyes, took a long breath, and confessed: "I don't know."

To be honest, apart from having one more treasure land than Chi Yang, he also knows very little about Wanxiang Pavilion.

But such a scene is really beyond the scope of the two of them being able to get involved, even if he has reached the early stage of the Earth Realm.

In any case, since Sect Master Shen allowed him to come over with peace of mind, he would never be able to harm himself.

"..."

Many dragon palace water monsters are a little confused about the current situation.

They followed the Fourth Prince on their tours, and no matter where they went, no matter how powerful the other party was, the Immortal Sect or the Demon Clan, they would always be polite and flattering to themselves and others.

However, it seems that we have encountered a tough situation today, which seems to be a bit thorny.

The two confidant demons brought by Qi Zhaoping began to look strange at this moment, and they felt that the scene in front of them was somewhat similar to the last time they came here.

They couldn't help but curse in their hearts.

Did you help repair the floor tiles when you left last time, and do you have to help repair the sect-protecting formation when you leave today?

It was just a complaint at first, but the next moment, the words that rang in the ears made the weird expressions on the faces of the two confidant demons instantly become stronger several times.

"Let's talk."

Qi Zhaoyang put away the sword casually, as if nothing had happened just now, and never mentioned that he had to enter the Wanxiang Pavilion.

As the Fourth Prince of Xilong Palace, and possessing a cultivation level comparable to that of the Heaven Realm, he can handle 99% of Xihong's affairs with his heart, but this will definitely not include another Heaven Realm powerhouse...or even two.

"ah?"

Qi Zhaoping also pointed at Ke Shisan. When he heard these words, he was stunned and his whole face fell down.

When we came out, we said we were going to teach these people some rules, but after they arrived, it was really just about talking?

He clenched his palms in frustration, retracted his fingertips, and then lowered his right arm unwillingly.

Even the fourth brother found it troublesome, so how could Qi Zhaoping dare to talk.

Obviously, there was a problem with his inference. The strength of this so-called Ten Thousand Demons Palace might have exceeded his imagination.

"call……"

Chi Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked forward curiously.

I don't know why, but I always feel that my back is much straighter.

Being able to force a heaven-level dragon demon to bow its head is still the prince of Xilong Palace. Although it has nothing to do with me, it is really exciting to experience it immersively.

It's a pity that if it hadn't happened with the Immortal, the Seventh Son of Nanhong would probably have been able to bully Nanlong Palace like this.

I have to persuade Lao Liu later that after the matter is settled, he should go back to Nanhong with me.

Although the Hedao Treasure Land is fragrant, these thieves and dragons are not easy to get along with. After losing such a big face today, there is no guarantee that old scores will not be turned over in the future.

At this moment, Elder Chi Yang noticed that Liu Shiqian's back was trembling.

"This is my first time here in your palace. I haven't held a banquet to welcome you in the West Palace. When all the palace masters take the time, I will hold a banquet. If your masters are willing to come forward, I can even invite my father to the banquet. Everyone, sit down. Let’s talk about Xihong.”

Qi Zhaoyang calmed down, and there was no trace of embarrassment on his face.

Being able to withdraw from the matter of seizing the legitimate son and sit in the prince's palace with peace of mind is not lacking in temperament.

As the saying goes, don’t hit someone with a smiling face.

They are all strong men who have reached the heavenly realm. It is not easy to practice, and they cherish their lives even more. They are not easy to fight life and death.

If the Ten Thousand Demons Palace really had enough confidence, why wouldn't they dare to sit down and have a chat in person? It's just matters of territory and resources that can be discussed. There is no need to tear one's face apart.

"Talk?"

Wu Jun lowered his head and picked at his nails, and a harsh sneer suddenly came from under the dark gold robe: "Ha."

It randomly popped up a ball of non-existent mud, raised its head, and said in a hoarse voice: "Your father's old bedbug deserves to share a feast with my lord. Is there something wrong with you?"

Before he finished speaking, all the monsters present turned pale and were horrified beyond words.

They couldn't understand at all how anyone could dare to speak wildly against the old Dragon King in the land and water of Xihong.

What is the identity of the master mentioned by the other party?

Could it be that this Hall of Ten Thousand Demons was trained by Immortal Hongze? Otherwise, how could he be so arrogant and indulgent to such an incomprehensible degree?

Elder Chi Yang also understood the reason for Liu Shiqian's slight trembling. The other party was already mobilizing the aura of the Hedao Treasure Land and was ready to take action.

"..."

Qi Zhaoyang didn't expect that he would receive such a response, and his whole face twitched for a moment.

Even with his temperament, he was stimulated to the point of anger by such undisguised contempt.

However, he was not given a chance to react.

The plump figure suddenly stepped on the treasure chariot, and the whole chariot exploded instantly, making Qi Zhaoping fall down unprepared. He only had time to reach out and grab the reins holding the dragon.

"roar!"

Under that terrifying force, the huge black-backed dragon howled and was torn down, and the corners of its mouth were torn apart.

In an instant, Qi Zhaoping transformed into a slender silver dragon with jade horns. He glanced hastily upwards and saw the "dwarf" he had mentioned before, as well as Yu Lan, who was looking down at him.

Just from this moment of contact, he had already noticed something was wrong, and before he could scream, his body was shaking as he tried to get out.

The huge silver dragon rolled, causing the mountains to collapse and the ground to crack, smashing into two high cliffs, and then swept straight towards the water.

At the same time, Yu Lan suddenly reached for her hand.

The white jade arms instantly turned into sharp claws that covered the sky and sun, and grabbed them downwards!

The jade-horned silver dragon glanced upwards in shock, only to see sharp claws like hooks, and the fine scales covering it glowed red, covering it like a dragnet, almost covering the entire mountains surrounding Wanxiang Pavilion.

Go in.

During this time, there was a raging but invisible blazing flame rising, as if turning the place into a sea of ​​fire.

Shrouded in a huge shadow.

Qi Zhaoping only felt hot all over his body, as if he was about to be evaporated dry. He suddenly raised the jade horn in an attempt to tear up the dragnet, and at the same time burst out a stern voice: "Fourth brother, save me!"

Click——

The sharp claws changed rapidly and became just the right size to hold the dragon's head. Under the cold claw hook, the jade horn that the Silver Dragon clan was most proud of shattered like glass.

The tip of the claw pierced Qi Zhaoping's head and dragged him up into the air.

The huge dragon body struggled wildly, scattering the sea of ​​clouds in the sky, but it was as helpless as a loach being caught.

Scarlet dragon blood quickly overflowed from the head, covering the beautiful silver scales, shining brightly in the sky.

Click! Click! Click!

Finally, the ferocious dragon head's eyes widened, and then the whole thing was crushed open!

As scarlet blood rained down, a noble dragon fell into the West Flood Continent in such a ridiculous way.

Feeling the strong fishy smell, everyone froze in place.

Qi Zhaoyang, who had already reacted when Yu Lan took action, was staring ahead.

He drew his sword and struck, but the sword edge never fell.

Just because a delicate little hand casually grasped the blade of the sword, the long sword that could split mountains and split seas failed to make that hand see red.

Even the death of his brother could not distract Qi Zhaoyang.

With just one meeting, he realized what kind of danger he was in!

The two looked at each other quietly.

The water below him became more and more violent, and the rolling waves rolled up, covering the entire sky with water waves, turning it into a dark and gloomy appearance.

When this terrifying wave falls, it can even completely submerge all the land around Wanxiang Pavilion.

Thunder flashed in the water waves, and a violent roar erupted.

But An Yi only had that sword in her eyes.

She clenched her palms expressionlessly, and with an undetectable clear sound, a crack suddenly appeared on the sharp sword, and then spread quickly.

The entire long sword suddenly shattered in the delicate palm.

An Yi clutched the fragments, as if she couldn't see the terrifying waves coming behind her, and turned her gaze to Qi Zhaoyang, who was sweating profusely.
To be continued...
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