Qiongyu Daozi waved his hand, looked at the dead Luoyan City, and said, "Do you ever know what happened here?"
The demon general who had returned to the true state was stunned for a moment. He couldn't help but secretly curse in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness, Daozi, we just arrived here and don't know what happened in this city."
"The God of the Destroying Sun Land is really slacking off," Qiongyu Daozi sighed, with a look of compassion in his clear eyes, "Evils and evil spirits are rampant in the Destroying Sun Territory. Tens of thousands of living beings in Luoyan City have been killed. It’s really abominable to be executed, but the perpetrator didn’t even leave any trace.”
A monster who returned to the True Realm took a step forward and said with a flattering smile: "His Royal Highness Daozi is really kind-hearted. Even though he is not from the Yuanyan Realm, he still cares about the vast number of people. This really makes us admire him extremely."
At this time, Luan Jia had already landed beside Qing Luan, and a series of flattering words lingered around him. Qiong Yu Dao Zi always had a friendly smile on his face, nodding slightly from time to time, with a hint of arrogance in his eyes. The color completely demonstrates the Taoist style of the most powerful sect.
Gu Hang walked to Ji Yuenian's side, looked at Yu Yan and Wang Yueyang who were fainting on Qingluan's back, and said blankly: "Senior Brother Ji, what happened to Senior Sister Yu and Senior Brother Wang?"
Ji Yuenian glanced at Qiongyu Daozi strangely, then turned his head, shook his head towards Gu Hang, and said, "It's nothing serious."
Gu Hang nodded with a vague understanding, and secretly looked at Qiongyu Daozi who was not far away, like stars overlapping the moon, and said with admiration: "I never thought that this young Taoist is actually His Highness Daozi of Chilei Zhenzong. His status is His dignity is enough to be compared with His Highness the Son of the Holy Son within the Six Mountains of Taiyu Shengzong. It is difficult to even meet such a high-ranking person in ordinary times, but Senior Brother Ji seems to know him, which really makes Junior Brother admire him. "
At this moment, Yu Yan and Wang Yueyang woke up one after another, and stood up on Qingluan's back one after another, their eyes full of confusion.
"Junior Brother Ji and I have known each other for a long time. This time we can just take this green feathered bird to go to the ancient city of Deri."
Under the kind invitation of the demon general, Qiongyu Daozi's voice came from afar, causing Yu Yan, Wang Yueyang, and Gu Hang to freeze in place.
Senior Brother Ji actually met His Highness Daozi from the Chilei Zhen Sect!
However, after thinking about the Tongxuan Heart Ghost bloodline that ignited the fourth-level heart fire in Ji Yuenian and the identity of his yet-to-be-determined Holy Son, this matter does not seem too difficult to understand.
Within a few breaths of time when Qiongyu Daozi walked over, the three people had already made up countless pictures in their minds.
"Wang Yueyang has met His Highness Daozi."
"Yu Yan has met His Highness Daozi."
The blue-haired girl lowered her head slightly and was polite.
Yu Yan would never have thought that not long ago, His Highness Qiongyu Daozi killed her with a python curse, almost sending her to reincarnation.
Qiongyu Daozi sat on the left side of Tianqing Guanyu's head above Qingluan's head, waved his hand and said: "Taiyu Shengzong and Chilei Zhenzong have many contacts, so there is no need to be polite to these junior brothers and sisters."
Ji Yuenian also flicked his black-sleeved robe, and sat down on the right side of Tian Qing Guan Yu. His mind moved slightly, and Qing Luan's huge wings flapped slightly. Under the green light, he gradually passed over the dilapidated ruins below. Walking in the direction of the ancient city of Deri.
Luan Jia, who carried many demons and ghosts around the Shouyan Mountains, also followed, but was always hundreds of feet behind Qingluan, as a sign of respect to Qiongyu Daozi.
Luoyan City returned to deathly silence, and there was silence among the ruins.
A vast and majestic glowing figure appeared, looking down at the tens of thousands of creatures who had been brutally killed. He smiled coldly, and under his sleeves and robes rolled up, endless divine power surged out, taking in all the lifeless flesh and blood of those creatures. In one place.
In just a few breaths, the flesh and blood of tens of thousands of creatures had completely condensed into a huge ball of blood filled with crimson brilliance, which was directly collected into the sleeve of this figure.
Destroy the sun and worship the gods.
This god has been hiding in the dark and has not appeared in front of people for many years. At this time, it suddenly appears in Luoyan City to consume the flesh and blood of living beings. It is really weird.
The figure of the God of the Ancient City of Destruction gradually faded away. In that colorful place of light and shadow, the last thing that disappeared was his eyes glowing with divine light.
That gaze was extremely cold and indifferent, making people tremble and shudder just by looking at it.
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Taichu Ancient City, Anyang City.
"My eldest son, the Ji family is in a precarious situation and is on the verge of destruction. When will you come back?"
Ji Bugui sat alone on his knees in the ancestral temple in the back hall of Zhenhai Hall, looking at the many ancestors' spiritual tablets enshrined on them with a sad expression.
Noisy sounds came from all around, but he still knelt on the spot, as if he hadn't heard them.
Not long after, Ji Luoyang came in with several direct descendants of the Ji family. Unable to suppress the excitement on his face, he shouted at Ji Bugui: "Go away! I want to see if there is any Yuan hidden behind these spiritual tablets." stone!"
Ji Bugui suddenly turned his head, looked at the extremely ferocious Ji Luoyang, and said angrily: "You have already looted all the Ji family's treasury, and now you actually want to overturn the spiritual throne of your ancestors! If this continues, how can the Ji family survive! "
Ji Luoyang stepped forward and kicked Ji Bugui several feet away. He raised his head and laughed and said, "There are thousands of blood relatives in the Ji family in Anyang. Now there are only seven people left. How dare you still follow me?" What am I talking about? How can the Ji family survive? Come here and move all these spiritual tablets for me!"
Several direct descendants of the Ji family behind him responded, quickly walked up, and moved the spiritual tablets down one by one.
Ji Luoyang is the only creature in Anyang City who has reached the realm of the Mysterious. Anyone who disobeyed has been killed by him long ago. Now the few people left are all highly skilled in martial arts, and they follow Ji Luoyang's lead in everything.
Blood dripped from the corner of Ji Bugui's mouth. He looked up at the top of the Immortal Palace with the pavilions and pavilions engraved on it, and murmured in a low voice: "If the ancestors of the Ji family had spirits, they would show up and kill this wanton rebel!"
"Who are you calling a traitor?" Ji Luoyang walked over with a ferocious look on his face, "The Ji family has declined like this. Is it because of me?"
"Rebellion is always rebellion," Ji Bugui lay on the cold palace bricks, reluctantly turning his head, looking at Ji Luoyang with eyes full of ridicule, "The ancestors of the Ji family are above all, you are so deceiving yourself and others, and What’s the use?”
Ji Luoyang subconsciously glanced at the spirit tablets that had been moved down. In shame and anger, he felt evil and directly put Xuan Qi on his palms and slashed at Ji Bugui's head!
Blood splattered three feet.
The bodies of the direct descendants of the Ji family trembled slightly, and they did not dare to look back at all, but moved the ancestors' spiritual tablets faster and faster.
After a while, a direct descendant of the Ji family looked frightened and stammered: "Elder, we can't move... we can't move!"
Ji Luoyang's cold gaze glanced over, causing the direct descendant of the Ji family to kneel on the ground in fright.
"Elder, we really can't move it!" Several other direct descendants also knelt down, cold sweat dripping from their foreheads from time to time.
Ji Luoyang looked up and saw that most of the hundreds of ancestors' spiritual tablets had been moved away, revealing a scroll hidden behind the ancestral hall.
However, there is still a spiritual tablet directly under the scroll that has not been moved, with only three words engraved on it.
Ji Su Ming.
The only ancestor of the Ji family who has cultivated to the realm of the Divine Sea and the Soul.
Ji Luoyang frowned as he tried to recall the records about this ancestor.
After a few breaths, he seemed to have made up his mind, his expression became fierce, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Cut with my sword!"
"Elder, please spare us! According to the records in the Ji family's classics, this ancestor is mysterious and unpredictable. If we take his spiritual position without authorization, we will probably die a bad death!"
Ji Luoyang sneered, drew out a long sword with his backhand, and stabbed straight into the neck of a direct descendant of the Ji family: "If you don't listen to my instructions, you will die badly now!"
Ji Luoyang was still somewhat wary of Ji Suming's spiritual throne, and would never move it himself unless necessary.
The remaining direct descendants of the Ji family turned pale, and with no other choice, they raised their long swords tremblingly and slashed towards the uppermost spiritual place.
Suddenly, everything in the temple stopped.
The sighs of ancient vicissitudes were directly printed into the depths of everyone's hearts.
"It feels like a different world has passed. Things have changed and people have changed. What year is it today?"
