Originally, I had not planned to take action against Xie Yuqing and Ning Ji.

At this point, I finally couldn't bear it anymore.

On the other side, after the shark told the story.

Xie Yuqing frowned: "You heard from Xie Feng that Sword Master Ning Ji entered the deep sea."

Qingli bowed and nodded.

"It's more than that. Something happened inside, and those disciples are gone. The sword master seems to have discovered something."

Xie Yuqing thought of Ning Ji's previous guess

——Someone tampered with this competition.

Now it seems beyond doubt.

Then the person who did it... can only be the charlatan who invited them here.

He paused with his fingertips and saw Wu Gang's expression suddenly turned serious.

"Owner."

"A group of people suddenly came here."

After Wu Gang finished speaking, he looked carefully and his expression suddenly changed.

"There are three monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul."

Nascent Soul monks are not common in the world of cultivation. They are almost rare.

Nascent Soul monks from various sects either hold important positions or are regarded as elders.

Those Nascent Soul monks are also dispersed according to the strength of the sect.

Even the Yuqing Sect, which is the number one immortal sect in the world, only has five Nascent Soul monks.

But now there is a small and remote East China Sea.

Three people came!

"It seems that this muddy water is not easy to flow through."

Thank you and thank you.

Under the night, I saw him in blue clothes and white hair, with a gentle tone but his expression could not be clearly seen.

Even at this time, Xie and Qing did not change their expressions. Qingli and Qingwu frowned.

The next moment, a beam of light flashed through, and the three Nascent Soul monks appeared on the coast.

"Thank you, host."

The leader looked at him, he was one of the elders of the Virtual Acting Sect.

The two people behind him looked like unfamiliar faces, looking like hidden figures.

Xie Yuqing placed his fingertips on the wheelchair, his eyes lowered and the smile on his lips unchanged.

"I don't know how many of you... why are you here?"

The leader was about to say something, but someone suddenly stepped forward and whispered in his ear.

His expression changed slightly.

He looked at the sword cultivator in white holding a sword next to him.

Xie Yuqing looked up at him.

Then I heard him say in a deep voice: "Where is Ning Ji?"

…

Where is Ning Ji?

He was walking out of the Dragon Palace at this time.

Among the collapsed ruins, those skeletal water tribes turned into pink mustards.

Ning Ji's white clothes were stained with blood, and his men showed no mercy at all.

Lord Long originally thought that even if these water tribes could not kill Ning Ji, they could trap him for a long time.

But he was wrong.

When Ning Ji picked up the sword, these things were no longer so powerful.

Even the Dragon King doesn't like the human race.

When I saw Ning Ji draw his sword, I felt that this man was really a genius.

Cultivation of the human race is much more difficult than that of the demon race, which is blessed by nature. But this man has reached such a state in just a hundred years.

If he hadn't already died, I would really want to compete with him.

As the last bone dragon was shattered by a sword, a bone spur suddenly appeared on its back.

Chu Jinxiao stood up, barely regaining some of his body. Seeing this, his pupils shrank, and he subconsciously tried to block it for his master.

Unexpectedly, the bone spur stopped on its own.

At this time, countless water tribes were wiped out, and the true face of Zulong Tomb was finally revealed in the sea.

——It is a deserted tomb in the sea.

A huge golden dragon body fell to the ground.

This is what Zulong Tomb really looks like.

Lou Weiyan put away his long knife and looked at Ning Ji.

He originally saw that he was seriously injured and thought that he was weaker.

Unexpectedly, it was the opposite.

What Ning Ji shows is always more powerful than what outsiders see.

He had made a great statement before, but he was still hiding his clumsiness.

Lou Weiyan found it more and more interesting.

His eyes were searching, and for the first time he was curious about a person.

Ning Ji ignored him at this time.

He clenched the sword in his hand and looked at the huge dragon body in front of him.

Seeing that those skeletal objects could not stop him, Lord Long appeared.

"You are very good."

He looked at Ning Ji for a long time and finally said calmly.

Ning Ji frowned, then suddenly said: "Has your power been weakened?"

The Ancestral Dragon is the first dragon at the beginning of the world, and its power can reach ancient and modern times.

Ning Ji had already made some assumptions before he took action, but he didn't expect that when he faced the real ancestral dragon, it would be different from what he thought.

Those foreign objects that have been rumored do not seem to be the true power of Zulong.

Chu Jinxiao could also feel it.

After killing a sneak attack from the water tribe, he stood up. As someone who had just transformed into a dragon, he had a magical connection with the ancestral dragon in his blood.

It can be felt that Zulong seems to be suppressed by something and is slowly dissipating.

Hear Ning Ji's words.

Zulong's face turned cold, and then he chuckled: "If you were in my realm, you would be like this too."

"God's punishment?"

Ning Ji spit out a word directly.

Back then, Zulong was bewitched by others and killed the Human Emperor during the Great War in Kyushu, so he was punished by heaven.

This is a well-known thing.

Underneath his ghostly face, his eyes were calm.

Long Jun chuckled: "Yes, God's punishment."

"If God wants you to die, you...have to die."

Thousands of years ago, he also dominated one side, but unfortunately he could not defeat the destiny.

His tone was scornful, but there seemed to be something deeper.

Ning Ji's long eyelashes trembled.

This was the second time he heard "Destiny".

One time was when I learned that I was a character in a book.
To be continued...