In the evening, the setting sun shines through the colorful glass grille windows.

In the Immortal Palace, Xia Lan looked anxious.

"Grandma has already told me that grandpa, you and other immortals are going to the battlefield of gods and demons to plot against Sister Bailong..."

Xia Lan cried and spoke to the white-haired and white-bearded Xia Xianjun. It was true that her grandfather loved her granddaughter, but she also knew that it was difficult to persuade the immortals in the face of enough interests. To allow so many immortals to take action, the risks involved

Things are certainly not simple.

Xia Xianjun raised his hand and gently stroked the top of his granddaughter's head.

"I know that you and Bai Long have a good personal relationship. However, in this ancient fairyland, there are some things that cannot be controlled by one's own control. Now that the heaven has passed, the old army should also end. With time and luck, only Bai Long can escape his fate. No one can escape from it.

I would like to see Bailong change his trajectory."

Even the most peaceful Xia Xianjun is worried about the newly rising disruptors, not to mention the other overlords of the immortal realms who are bent on hegemony.

In fact, there is a deeper reason, the white dragon has too much aura.

In thousands of years, he grew from an ordinary little dragon who ascended from the lower world to the powerful man he is today.

The magic weapon of the Empress of the Ancient Longting Palace, integrated with the Kunlun Ruins land line, holds the key to the North Heaven Gate, and can enter and exit the Heavenly Palace at will. She also suspects that there are other secrets...

Xia Lan grabbed her grandfather's hand and tried to think of reasons to help Bai Yujun.

"But...but Bailong is so pitiful~"

"Pitiful?"

The old immortal felt that he could hardly remember the word pity. There was no sympathy in the immortal world.

"It's really pitiful. She is the only dragon in the world. The other dragon clans have been used to suppress the world. She is the only dragon left among the glorious dragon clan that once spread all over the world. It's so pitiful..."

Xia Lan continued.

"We all have family members of the same ethnicity, but she is all alone."

"As the only remaining dragon, the entire prehistoric era has been plotting against her, harming her, plotting against her. It was not easy for her to have the protection of Heaven, but now Heaven is gone."

"Perhaps one day the dragon clan will be completely extinct. What's the point of such a prehistoric time?"

"Actually...she just wants to live."

Xia Lan accidentally revealed Bai Yujun's deepest wish.

In the Immortal Palace, the little girl was still trying hard to find reasons for her grandfather to give up, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not move Xia Xianjun's decision.

Everyone knows Xiao Xiao's plan, and he uses scheming more often, and he has to agree to it even if he is reluctant.

I heard my granddaughter talk a lot, but the old fairy just kept silent. Some things involved too much and my granddaughter didn't understand.

Outside the window, the setting sun gradually sets over the mountains, and the silvery moon hangs in the sky.

Although candles were lit in the hall, Xia Lan still felt a little dark.

Anxious, pleading, and talking a lot.

Still can't change the old immortal's decision.

Xia Xianjun touched his granddaughter's head.

"Lan'er, grandpa will promise you everything in the future, but you have to go today."

"..."

Xia Lan opened her mouth but couldn't find a reason to stop her.

Almost instinctively, I felt that I should help Bai Long, a kind of natural closeness. Suddenly I found that I couldn't help Bai Long. I felt a deep sense of loss and guilt in my heart. I deeply felt the reality of the ancient times and felt a sense of powerlessness.

The old immortal sighed, patted his granddaughter's hand, and stood up.

Wearing luxurious yet simple fairy clothes, the pendant around his waist revealed his fairy power. For this battle, Xia Xianjun took out the treasure that had been dormant for a long time.

Seeing my granddaughter sad makes me feel bad.

"Don't worry, we are just going to the battlefield of gods and demons to have a competition with Erlang Shen."

Hearing this, Xia Lan wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a sad expression.

"grandfather……"

Failed to call back Xia Xianjun.

I only saw the stalwart figure walking out.

this moment.

Xia Lan feels that she has grown up and is no longer that innocent girl.

He raised his head and tried to stop the tears. In his blurred vision, he saw a blurry figure approaching the door.

"Grandpa, you are all wrong."

The old immortal king stopped for a moment, froze on the spot, and turned around in surprise. He didn't understand why his granddaughter, who had always lived under the care of the fairy realm, would say such a thing. He felt that his granddaughter was out of temper, so he decided to listen to what she had to say first.

Xia Lan raised her arms and wiped her face with her sleeves.

"The evil spirits in hell are raging, and you have compromised. You have just sat back and watched the fire of hell burn all things, and the demons have invaded in large numbers. You have also compromised, and you have even bowed to the demons for the sake of fighting in the immortal realm. Grandpa, do you think such an immortal will become the king of heaven?

Lord?"

"this……"

The old immortal was shocked all over.

However, his granddaughter continued to speak, telling facts that he had never thought about and did not dare to think about.

"Our various fairy lands are dominated by clans. They despise outsiders and plot against each other within the clan. Do you think such a clan can really become the master of heaven?"

Xia Lan shook her head.

"You are all wrong."

For an instant, Xia Xianjun seemed to be getting older. He looked at the night outside the door with a blank look on his face. Gradually, he felt a sense of decadence.

The granddaughter's words were like a wake-up call, waking up Xia Xianjun who was deeply trapped in it. Looking back on the practices of the immortal monarchs in various immortal realms since the great changes in the heaven, it was really less heroic and bright, more conspiracy and calculation, ignoring the suffering of all living beings, and bowing to the demons.

Now we know that we have already lost everything.

He let out a long sigh, turned around with a sad smile, and decided not to go...

…

The battlefield between gods and demons at the edge of the world.

The light of the spell shone brightly, making the sky above him bright, and there was an endless sound of shouts and the clash of weapons.

Amidst the fierce and blazing bone-eroding flames, Bai Yujun shook off the monster on the tip of his spear.

The dragon's tail swept across, and the sharp bone spurs of the tail penetrated a demon head, dragging it back into the flames and burning it. He watched indifferently as the demon head was burned into ashes, but he himself was unscathed. He didn't know what an ancient relic had done by casting a spell.

The bone-eroding flames failed to burn Moubai to death, but caused the demons to stumble.

Both the old army and the demon clan were confused, vaguely remembering long-lost legends.

"Dragon and Phoenix and other mythical beasts have the talent to break spells..."

In fact, it only weakens the damage caused by the spell to oneself, not completely cracks it. Even so, it is unnatural, not to mention that the caster is far less powerful than Bai Yujun.

No one noticed that Bai Yujun's pupils adjusted the focus, as if they saw something.

"I've been waiting for a long time, has it finally started?"

at this time.

The demons from behind suddenly roared in unison, which seemed to be some kind of magic name.

The monsters that have not yet gone out to fight are hitting the ground rhythmically with their weapons, and they are roaring, as if to greet them.

Bai Yujun turned around and saw that something seemed to be coming out of the surging demonic energy. It was very big and had an ancient smell. Judging from the smell, it should be a genuine antique.

Finally, a huge, shriveled head appeared in the dark demonic aura, like the corpse of some ancient ferocious beast...

There are two heads, one big and one small, with a hole in the neck caused by cutting.

Groups of monsters cheered towards the corpse of the beast.

"Well, these idiots dug out the body of some unlucky guy after all."

I can't remember where I've seen similar corpse resurrection before. It may be reality or it may be a retrospective mirror image.

I remembered that I gave the vast ancient battlefield to that boy from Zhenbei, and it seemed like I was at a loss. If they all turned into this thing, wouldn't they be invincible in the world?

Suddenly, his pointed ears caught the sound of some weird bone flute.

The tone was long and low, and Bai Yujun's talent for hearing even revealed that the bone flute had only three holes.

The tone of the bone flute changed, and the two heads of the beast's corpse suddenly opened their eyes. The red light flashed and became more and more powerful, and it actually came to life!

The tone changed again, and the corpse of the ferocious beast raised its legs and took stiff steps, ignoring the various chaotic attacks from both sides of the military formation and moving forward, staring intently at the monkey.

"It turns out that the bone flute is used to control the corpse. Breaking the bone flute according to the rules is the best way."

"but……"
Chapter completed!