Chapter 165 The Third Divination: After Thousands of Years of Greatness, One Must Finally Judge for Oneself

"Could this dragon roar be that person?"

The ear-piercing roar from the top of the mountain changed Sui Yuqing's expression.

"Does Senior Sui know the owner of this voice?"

Lu Mingyuan asked in doubt.

A rare look of solemnity appeared on Sui Yuqing's cold face: "As early as the Middle Ages, the demon clan had twelve demon ancestors with the highest cultivation level in the world, known as the Twelve Thrones. Each of them is comparable to the ancestors of the three religions. However, they later launched a mighty ascension battle with human monks to compete for several of the world's few ascension platforms. Three of them were killed by the invincible sword immortal of the human race who was extremely talented at the time. However, there was one. The remnant soul escaped, practiced again, and entrenched itself in the depths of the wilderness. Many great monsters called him "Dragon Lord."

"Now, he is the owner of Longxuan Mountain."

Sui Yuqing stared at the shadow that was getting lower and lower, the cinnabar between his eyebrows flickered slightly, and the whisk in his hand turned into thousands of tentacles, which gathered into a flying sword.

"Roar!!"

The roar was like a stormy wave crashing on the shore, sweeping from the sky. The next second, a red pillar-shaped dragon's breath fell straight down and hit the two people in the reed nest.

Lu Mingyuan's pupils shrank, and he didn't expect that both of them were targeted by this so-called Dragon Lord.

"Boom!"

Fortunately, Sui Yuqing on the side took action in time, and the dazzling Dao Qi turned into a ten-meter-high bronze bell, protecting the two of them from the dragon's breath.

After a while, the dragon's breath ended.

Immediately afterwards, the evil wind suddenly rose, and Lu Mingyuan's nose smelled the salty smell of rain and soil. White mist rose in all directions, and the entire Longxuan Mountain was shrouded in heavy fog.

"The Great Fog Magical Power!"

Sui Yuqing frowned, then clenched his silver teeth. In the palm of his bare hand, a jade tablet with the word Tao appeared and floated into Lu Mingyuan's hand.

"This demon clan Dragon Lord is coming for me. This is a great demon of the Twelve Realms. Your Highness is no match. Before the heavy fog has completely covered it, it would be best for Your Highness to leave first and grab the jade pendant from the Taoist Academy. I will come later. "

Lu Mingyuan looked at Fairy Cihang's profile seriously and nodded vigorously.

If he continues to stay here, Sui Yuqing will undoubtedly divert his attention to take care of himself. He will become a drag on the other party. The best way is for him to break out first.

Sui Yuqing used his left hand to make the Dao Seal of "Broken", with two fingers standing side by side, and his sword fingers flexed and extended. Even if he extended his arms, the flying sword parallel to the ground shot out in an instant, penetrating a hundred-meter-high peak and dispersing a corner of the heavy fog.

The momentum is huge, and physical methods are used to open the way!

Lu Mingyuan didn't do any ink, he held the jade token in his hand, and his figure quickly disappeared behind the trajectory of the flying sword.

As he ran, the tortoise shell in his mind shone brightly again.

The light group dispersed, and words appeared before his eyes.

[The sky is high enough for birds to fly, the sea is wide enough for fish to leap, or blood flows into rivers. The destiny of the human race is about to end, or it can rise on the wind and soar upwards. Dragons can get water, and they must delay as much as possible to have a chance to survive. 】

[Zhongyao Ji Gua, follow the jade tablet of the Taoist Academy, go to the center of the cave, the ruins of the battlefield, and the ancient city of Yingsha. You will be blessed with dragon luck and rich opportunities. Disaster will be encountered by the monster army. If you delay, you will have no worries. You can get The azure blue horoscope "dragon gets water" is auspicious! 】

[In the auspicious hexagram of the middle line, go to the hidden cave to hide and wait for Fairy Cihang. If you are lucky, your life will be safe, but if you are unlucky, the fate of the human race will be exhausted. If you miss the opportunity, there is a small chance of being trapped in the cave. Xiaoji! 】

[In the middle line of the evil hexagram, walking north, you will encounter an army of monsters. The big monster blocks the way. The dangers are changeable, there are many disasters, and there is great misfortune! 】

It seems that something happened.

Lu Mingyuan thought in his heart.

He can probably understand the current situation. Just like Sui Yuqing said, the human race must wait until the big shots of the three religions find them, otherwise there will be only a dead end.

The demon clan will continuously import armies into this small world to kill the living forces of the human race.

Since these big shots didn't do it themselves, they must be avoiding something.

Maybe they are avoiding the calculations of Daozu and others. Once they take action, the coordinates will be exposed.

Therefore, delaying time is very important. If he does not take action, the temporarily formed cave will be closed soon, and there will be only two unlucky results. The human race's genius and the mainstay master will all die in battle, and the human race's destiny will be directly interrupted, and he will be trapped in in this bead.

We must find ways to delay the situation before we can turn danger into good fortune.

His figure quickly swept across the mountains and swamps.

The ground along the way is full of broken cracks, and those cracks are at least dozens of miles long. They are obviously the damage caused by the battle between the monks and the demon clan.

There was a cold wind blowing in the air, carrying the pungent smell of blood.

At a glance, they were all corpses, including human monks and huge savage beasts. It was impossible to count them all.

At the same time, there were still living people escaping.

After all, he is not a cold-blooded person. If all the masters from various countries die, it will be a disaster for the human race.

So he will also send the shadow warriors around him to clean up a little bit.

Qingmingzhou.

A large floating island is rising up, with numerous palaces and palaces. Stone statues transformed from the four sacred beasts such as Qinglong and Suzaku guard the four directions. Chains connect the surrounding small floating islands. The black spots walking in the void turn out to be countless swords walking on closer inspection. The Qigong practitioners all wear Taoist robes and have an impeccable temperament.

In Daomeng Mountain, you can't see any changes in the sun, moon, stars, or seasonal climates. It's like spring all year round.

As the unified force of the Taoist sects, the headquarters of the Taoist Alliance is located on the top of the peaks. Compared with the human world, it seems like two different worlds.

The dull sound of the bell was rung, and the echoing sound spread throughout Daomeng Mountain.

The glazed palace on the top of the mountain leans against the cliff.

The front door was surrounded by spiritual mist, rainbow bridges were rising, and cranes were flying.

A handsome man in a fluttering green robe, with a pattern of a flaming bird on his robe that was extremely bright, his black hair was scattered, and he looked very proud, floating in the breeze, very chic.

A sun disk was suspended behind the man, and six double-edged swords stood around the disk. His clothes were fluttering, like a god.

The handsome man looked up at the sky above the Daomeng Mountain. Although there was no one there, he looked solemn and bowed his hands high:

"Master, the Confucian Temple is already urging us to work together to find the location of the small world."

"My disciple is weak and cannot calculate the specific location. It should be the one on the eighth throne who is interfering."

The handsome man frowned. The current situation is very critical. Otherwise, he, the leader of the Daomeng and a generation of heavenly monarch, would not come to ask the founder of the Daomen, the Daozu senior.

At this time.

The sky flickered slightly.

A golden text fell majestically and landed in the palm of the man's hand.

"This is the coordinate!"

After reading it, the handsome man showed surprise in his eyes.

He is worthy of being the master, and he is still the best person in the world.

"The Great Dao has been around for thousands of years, and you must save yourself in the end."

Then, an ethereal and vicissitudes of life voice came into his ears, as if he had seen the vicissitudes of life and the indifference of thousands of years.

"You must save yourself in the end"

The handsome man thought for a while, and did not understand what Daozu meant at the first time. After thinking for a while, he bowed and said: "Daozu means that now is not the best time? Then the disciple understands, I will let people be ready to break in at any time, and at the same time arrange it, close the net in advance, so that the demons dare not offend our human race again."

Then he said goodbye to the top of the mountain, and his eyes showed a sharp look.

"Those who offend our human race will be punished even if they are far away."

Looking at the westernmost part of the Middle-earth world.

There is an abandoned royal city, with piles of bones all around, and ninety-nine human bone Jingguans as high as a hundred meters, which seem to be establishing some kind of authority.

In the palace, broken and upside-down stone pillars were scattered all over the ground. The ancient stone carvings on the murals seemed alive, staring coldly at the reflection of the glazed gem in the center.

The gem seemed ordinary.

But if you zoom in and go deeper into the stain, you can see a line with mountains and rivers, yellow sand peaks, and dense black spots.

You can see different lines from different angles, each of which is a different scenery, which constitutes a majestic world.

There is a graceful and beautiful woman with a hundred-meter snake body, coiled on the throne of the mural of the goddess of heaven, with a very long snake body dragging on the ground. Every time the tail gently taps, it can shake the whole hall. Her hairpins are all made of green spirit snakes, and the spirit snake on her head spits out its tongue, which makes people's scalps numb. However, she has an excellent appearance, a golden imperial robe, and a terrifying aura.

Compared to her, the snake girls in the hall seemed insignificant. They all wore fluttering dresses and colorful silk shawls. They held the pipa obediently and lowered their heads, not daring to look at the beautiful woman on the throne.

This was their ancestor.

The ancestor stood at the top of the pyramid in the wilderness. In the wilderness, he was also in a very high position and enjoyed the admiration of hundreds of millions of demons.

At the same time, a handsome man who stepped on the head of a bald monk with his eyes closed and drank a jar of wine in his hand exhaled happily, then sprinkled the wine on the head. A faint Buddha light flashed, and a monk's soul appeared with a numb face, watching his head being kicked like a ball.

The handsome man smiled, as if he was not satisfied, and rolled his hands again, stuffing several snake girls playing music in the hall into his sharp mouth regardless of anything, tasting them carefully like chewing sugar beans, chewing them continuously, and then swallowing them, smacking his lips.

The elegant and beautiful woman didn't care at all, and even took the initiative to roll up several snake dancers with her snake tail and threw them to the man for him to enjoy.

The snake tribe reproduces continuously, giving birth to hundreds of snakes every day, as many as he wants.

This man likes to eat heads the most in his life. As long as he can eat them, he can master a skill.

At a very high place, there is a neatly dressed bearded man with a sword on his back and a cold look on his chest.

Kneeling beside him is a dried corpse of a human man, with ragged clothes and blood already drained, looking like he would rather die than surrender, holding a long sword in his hand, with many swords inserted in his body, like a peacock spreading its tail, like a hedgehog. This is a container sword rack specially used by the man to carry flying swords. Every time he kills a human sword fairy, he inserts a sword on it.

It seems that this can show his strength.

Higher up, there was a man with dragon horns sitting upright, wearing a blue gown, closing his eyes and resting his mind. His hands were placed on his knees, and there was a fist-sized light in his palms, which suddenly turned snow-white, suddenly dark, and suddenly colorful. He was the holder of the gem in the center of the hall.

A little lower, there stood a burly man with six arms wearing golden armor. There was a pair of snow-white fangs under his mask. The golden armor on his body did not look like ordinary goods. Looking closely, it turned out to be a piece of armor made up of fairy weapons, and there were many cracks on it.

These were all the spoils of the man in front of him. He always liked to collect armor, preferably other people's, because other people's was the best.

"Your Majesty, the Black Peng Demon King sent a message that all the armies were blocked by the masters of the human race and stagnated. It is suggested that the troops should be united and go straight to Yingsha Ancient City!"

In the hall, a graceful woman came forward to report, her face was terrified, and she dared not breathe.

The beautiful woman ignored her, and spoke softly with her beautiful red lips, holding the horn skull in her jade hands, with surprise in her snake eyes.

"Are the human masters so powerful?"

However, after listening to the maid's report, he immediately became calm and calm.

"Try harder."

"The human race has been rampant for hundreds of years, enjoying the overwhelming fortune of the Middle Earth. If the national fortune does not fall, there will be a steady stream of human monks. It will be difficult to kill them all. We must increase our efforts."

The handsome man yawned lazily and agreed, "Yes, let's add more people and settle things quickly."

suddenly.

The man with dragon horns opened his eyes, and his golden amber dragon pupils were extremely penetrating. He said solemnly: "A stick of incense ago, this place was invaded by the long river of time, and someone peeked here in the past."

"who is it?"

"Daozu."

The dragon-horned man narrowed his eyes.

Upon hearing this name, everyone's expressions became solemn. Only the handsome man asked:

"Didn't you say it's foolproof? Don't tell me, you're not prepared at all. I've been waiting for this opportunity for hundreds of years."

"Or is it that your Taoist conduct has deteriorated again compared to that of Taoist ancestors?"

There was a touch of sarcasm at the end of the words.

The dragon-horned man ignored his teasing and said calmly:

"If the inner space had just been opened and the entrance was not stable enough to allow more powerful beings to come, how long could the masters of the major dynasties hold on?"

The beautiful woman sneered, her voice was extremely charming, she shook her head and said:

"You are overthinking. This matter cannot be solved in a short while. Confucian temples, Taoist sects, and Buddhist sects are not just decorations. Although there are few human masters, they are all existences that have absorbed the destiny of a continent. As long as a few of us take action , How can those big figures in the dark side of the clan just give up?"

The handsome man seemed to have eaten enough. He stood up and stretched, his eyes narrowed in comfort.

"Soldiers vs. soldiers, generals. We, the demon race, have been lying down for so long, just to wait for this moment. We have given so many treasures in advance. The progress of training should be good. They are just geniuses of the human race. Don't worry, they can't hold on. that time!"

"If I can take action, I must regain my position."

The beautiful woman's expression was indifferent, a strange black light appeared in her palm, and she crushed a bunch of dull relics, which seemed to be the essence of a certain Arhat.

The six-armed burly man hummed: "Back then, we were kicked out by the human race and allowed the human race to monopolize the ascension platform. Now who doesn't want revenge? How can we let go of such a good opportunity? But we have to eat the meat step by step. , The step is too big, I don’t need to say what will happen.”

"Be prepared to take action in advance. People from the three religions will be here soon."