One Thousand Two Hundred and Nine.

The gray-robed Taoist spoke from his heart, the moment Yan Zhaoge made a move, he was more surprised than angry.

Surprised, full of inexplicable.

Even if the other party is also coming for Suo Mingzhang, but does the Kunpeng clan value Suo Mingzhang so much?

After surprise comes anger.

How dare a mere little boy of the eight-fold demon king dare to take the initiative to attack himself?

Who gave him the guts?

I am indeed a flood dragon, not a real dragon, but that is also the peak of the tenth level of the real demon king, and I am only one step away from becoming a real dragon.

No matter how powerful the talent of the Kunpeng clan is, no matter how powerful the inheritance is, it is not enough to allow the opponent to bridge such a large gap.

From the ninth level of the demon king to the tenth level of the demon king, or in other words, from the ninth level of the martial sage to the tenth level of the martial sage, the gap between them is one step away, almost a natural moat.

Ten monster kings and nine-level strongmen besieged together, but they couldn't help him.

What's more, a Kunpeng who only has the eighth level of the demon king?

"How courageous!" The gray-robed Taoist felt that he had suffered contempt and humiliation.

Because in his opinion, the little kunpeng in front of him relies on the fact that the other party is a pure-blooded kunpeng, while he is a mixed-blooded dragon, and the backgrounds of the two sides are different.

The gray-robed Taoist sneered again and again, and then swung out his claws, grabbing at Yan Zhaoge!

"Little Kunpeng, you forgot that although I am a flood dragon, as long as I survive the mortal calamity, I will become a real dragon!"

For a potential powerhouse like him, the real dragon clan will also value and support him.

Otherwise, he would not be sent to the Yanlong Realm on business.

If he had a conflict with the Xiantian Dragon Clan, he would inevitably suffer as a stepmother.

But in the battle with other foreign races, the dragon clan will support him no matter what!

The gray-robed Taoist's face became ferocious, almost fading away from his human form, revealing the appearance of a dragon's head.

But he was taken aback soon.

In the palm of the opponent's hand,

Light flashes.

Then, another palm stretched out from it!

The aura on that palm made the gray-robed Taoist a little strange: "This... Could it be human blood?"

He secretly felt bad in his heart, so he wanted to pull back.

But how could the palm protruding from the light make him run away?

Grabbed the gray-robed Taoist's claws of the flood dragon that had already shown its original shape with his palm, and then dragged him into the radiance!

The back of the Beiming avatar opened its wings, and its body shape also changed, gradually turning into a real Kunpeng.

The exuberant blood of the big demon scattered, to a certain extent covering up the aura of Yan Zhaoge's attack.

The gray-robed Taoist only had time to utter an exclamation before he was dragged by Yan Zhaoge into the light of Beiming's avatar's palm.

The Beiming clone clenched its fist, and the light disappeared naturally.

The gray-robed Taoist was dizzy, and the scene in front of him changed into multiple light curtains, entering an unstable independent space.

Yan Zhaoge himself stood in this space, looking at him with a smile.

"Are there still humans who haven't seen the gods in their acupoints? But why do they feel so terrifying?" The gray-robed Taoist was puzzled, still trying to break free from Yan Zhaoge's hand.

Just now, Yan Zhaoge's power to drag him into this space shocked him.

At this moment, he didn't care about anger and shame, and he didn't plan to attack Yan Zhaoge, he just wanted to get out of this space first.

But Yan Zhaoge's palm seemed to be wrapped around the gray-robed Taoist's wrist, no matter how hard the gray-robed Taoist tried to break free, he did not move at all.

"Has Kunpeng colluded with the human race? What are they trying to do?" Seeing that he couldn't break free, the gray-robed Taoist decided to grab Yan Zhaoge's face with a vicious claw.

Yan Zhaoge put his other left hand behind his back, showing no intention of resisting.

He grabbed the gray-robed Taoist's right hand and shook it in the air.

The whole body of the gray-robed Taoist was carried up into the air by Yan Zhaoge, top-heavy.

Singer Yanzhao shook, his strength made the opponent's bones seem to be falling apart.

During the trembling, the gray-robed Taoist lost his human form, and amidst the billowing gray smoke, the original form of a flood dragon appeared directly.

Under the hands of Singer Yanzhao, the incomparably huge body shrunk down like a straw rope.

Yan Zhaoge shook his right hand in the air, and directly scattered all the vital energy, blood and essence of the gray dragon, and the bones were disjointed, becoming limp like a dead snake.

Then he stretched out his left hand slowly, pinched Hui Jiao's neck from the other end, and asked with a smile: "Okay, now we can have a good talk."

"Why did you come here? What did the owner of this place leave here?"

Hui Jiao rolled his eyes, looking at the swaying space in front of him, feeling desperate in his heart.

Here, no one will know that he is dead.

At the very least, it was impossible to detect it immediately. By the time the strong members of his own clan found out, Yan Zhaoge had already run away without a trace.

"I was just following orders, and I was ordered to search to see if the owner of this place left anything behind." Hui Jiao replied helplessly: "I haven't found it yet, and I don't know if there is any, but there are really no other clues, so I can only Come back and try your luck."

"Why don't you come sooner or later, come here recently?" Yan Zhaoge asked.

The gray flood dragon replied: "The master of this place is hard to find. I heard that he finally appeared again a while ago, but he still eludes and disappears, so the clan asked me to come and have a look."

"The owner of this place has been away for thousands of years, and he only came back about a thousand years ago. It should not be without reason, so the clan always suspects that he has left something behind."

Yan Zhaoge asked about the time carefully, and then roughly estimated the time.

Huo Yao Yinghuo Shangzun, the time when he first left the Yanlong Realm was not far from the rumored time when he appeared in the Daomen Universe.

In other words, it really did not return after leaving, and only came back once a thousand years ago, and then left soon.

Calculated in this way, no matter how you look at it, it seems that he came back on purpose.

So what do you do?

No wonder everyone cares about Yanlong Realm.

Yan Zhaoge temporarily dispersed the gray dragon's energy and blood, then suppressed him with the sun seal, and handed it over to Panpan to deal with.

As for whether to eat it as a meal or use it for play, it is up to Panpan to decide.

At this time, the Beiming avatar fell down, came to the valley, looked around, and looked around.

"Huo Yaoying confuses the strength of the master's cultivation base. If he wants to hide something, it will be difficult for others to find out, but it does not rule out the possibility that there will be a top demon powerhouse here to investigate." Yan Zhaoge thought: "In this case, why? Didn't get anything either?"

The Beiming avatar walked in the valley, and as he walked, he saw a huge tomb standing in front of him.

With a slight movement in his heart, he walked forward and saw two names engraved on the tombstone.

"Does Huo Yaoying confuse the place where the Venerable's parents are buried together?"

There is no special prohibition on the burial mounds, and some simple care to prevent the wind and sun is still arranged by the fat left who occupies the Yanlong Realm.

However, no one had the idea of ​​digging a grave.

Take the gray flood dragon as an example, its eyesight is enough to see through the ground, and it is clear at a glance whether there is anything hidden.

If the tomb is destroyed, it will undoubtedly be a life and death enmity, and it is too unworthy.

Yan Zhaoge also felt that according to the rumored disposition, Huo Yaoyingzhuo Shangzun would not use his parents' graves as a fuss to hide things.

He turned his head and looked to the other side, and there was a thatched hut there.