Chapter 702: Being a King's Minister and Loyalty to the King

The latest website: Xia Tuo was not in a hurry to make a cooperation oath with the Daqi Zangzu, and decided to take the suppression of Sanzhudongtian as the premise of cooperation, which can be regarded as a warm-up for the cooperation between the two parties.

"Okay, let's use the three-bead cave to practice."

Hearing this, Young Master Daqi nodded and agreed.

"The warriors of the Three Pearl Cave Heaven are trapped in the mud and wasteland."

Next, the two parties discussed the corresponding steps. Xia Tuo left Tianya Peak and returned to the camp to prepare for the mobilization of manpower.

Watching Xia Tuo go away, Young Master Daqi and Ling Zai sat in the stone pavilion and did not leave in a hurry.

Qian Shanlie, who had been guarding outside all the time, re-entered the stone pavilion after seeing Xia Tuo leave, and asked softly: "Young master, Lord Ling Zai, even if we don't rely on them, we can still enter the holy land in the world." Take it down."

He looked at Young Master Daqi, but it was a pity that Jingchou's face was covered by the jade beads hanging down from the Pingtian crown. As for Lingzai's old face, there was no change in color.

"Qianshan, after you go back, take your troops and don't take it lightly."

After a while, Daqi Young Master Jing said softly.

"yes."

Hearing the young master's order, Qian Shanlie had no choice but to respond, turned around and walked towards the outside of the stone pavilion.

"Lingzai, let's go, with the help of the Huangtubo tribe, we can save trouble and settle the battle quickly."

After finishing speaking, Jing Qiu stood up and walked first, and the words followed.

"This time, I will go there in person and let the people from Three Pearl Cave Heaven take a look."

"Da Qi, still here!"

"Old man, stay with the young master."

A ripple flashed across Ling Zai's old face, and a hoarse voice sounded.

Daqi... is still there!

Life is not there, death is also there.

...

beyond the bounds of heaven,

The barren land in the northwest, the ancient city of Ivy.

In the center of the ancient green wood forest, there is a huge blue giant tree with a trunk like a pillar of the sky and branches and leaves like a canopy. On a branch among the dense branches and leaves, the ancestor Ling sat cross-legged on it, with his hands spread out on his knees, On the palm of his hand was a short spear that was as crisp as divine jade.

There was a faint brilliance on the surface of the short spear, and the surface was round and unparalleled, looking like a piece of jade.

At this moment, on the wilderness three thousand miles north of the ancient city of Lingteng, Yu Patriarch was dressed in coarse linen and leaning on a cane. The breeze was blowing his beard and hair, waving across his old face.

Yu Patriarch walked all the way forward, his hunched body made his body appear one-third shorter than ordinary people, at this moment, there was no cloudiness in his eyes, only a touch of firmness.

His pace was not slow, and he quickly crossed the wasteland and entered the ancient forest of green vines. In the ancient forest, there was a phantom formation, surrounded by green smoke.

But in the eyes of Yu Patriarch, it was as if there was nothing. He stepped out continuously under his feet, and the scene in front of him kept changing like this, easily crossing the large formation of Ivy Ancient City.

call out! call out! call out!

There was a sound of piercing through the turbulent cyan mist, facing Yu Patriarch who was shooting towards him, facing the arrow feathers coming from the shooting, his expression remained unchanged, his old body didn't even hide.

Clang!

The arrows shining with blue light pierced into the soil in front of Yu Patriarch's feet, submerged by the roots, leaving small clear holes on the ground.

call out! call out!

Immediately afterwards, several arrows of light struck again, Yu Patriarch's expression remained unchanged, and his steps were firm.

Finally, several arrows of light landed on the front and back of Yu Patriarch, and there was no sound of piercing the sky in the depths of the dense fog.

"Why did the ancestor break into the hinterland of my spirit clan?"

Patriarch Ling's voice sounded and spread into the thick fog.

Hearing this, Old Ancestor Yu raised his head, his eyes glistening with light.

"As a king's minister, be loyal to the king's affairs."

The voice fell, and the voices from all directions seemed to disappear at once, only the wind and mist surged, and after a long time, the voice came again.

"There is no real king in the frontier, so there are no kings and ministers. I have prepared a spiritual banquet in the Spirit Hall. The ancestors will come to the spirit clan for a long time. Let's have a drink today."

After saying that, there was a passage between the clouds and mist, Yu Patriarch did not hesitate, walked forward with a cane, and soon appeared in front of the Spiritual Palace.

Outside the hall, Patriarch Ling was wearing a green robe, standing with his hands behind his back, and was welcoming him with a smile.

"Old Ancestor, be well."

Patriarch Yu walked to the front of the hall, squinted at Patriarch Ling, and didn't make a sound for a long time, which made Patriarch Ling a little nervous.

Don't think that Patriarch Yu is only in the realm of supernatural powers, but the existence of being able to return safely after two reincarnations is enough to arouse people's awe.

Especially in the current state of ancestor Ling, he has entered his twilight years, and he still has five hundred years to live. If he can't go any further within five hundred years, then it will be time for Bingjie to reincarnate. He can't break through the ignorance and return safely, he doesn't have the slightest grasp.

"Old friend, are you all right?"

At this moment, Old Ancestor Yu made a sound, watching Old Ancestor Ling jump out with such a sentence.

"The old ancestor has broken me."

Hearing this, Patriarch Ling nodded slightly, his age is considered old in Bianhuang, but he is still a junior in front of Patriarch Yu.

However, at the next moment, just as he was about to speak out again, a blue light burst out of his body, and a short blue spear floated out, manifested above his head, and buzzed.

Seeing this scene, Ancestor Ling was taken aback for a moment, then smiled wryly.

Spirit gun!

How to forget it.

This is a divine weapon handed down from the ancestors of the first generation of the spirit clan, and it has reached the level of a quasi-king soldier. In the battle that year, the spirit spear killed four gods and princes.

"Lingshen, are you alright?"

Ancestor Yu looked at the manifested sharp spear, with a flash of memory in his eyes.

hum~

Hearing the sound, the Spiritual Spear let out a faint whimper.

In the great battle that year, the patriarch of the spirit clan held the spirit spear and fought the two quasi-kings of the Daqi royal court.

However, although the patriarch of the spirit clan is strong, he is also afraid of group attacks. The two quasi-kings of Daqi Wangting, with the help of four peerless powerhouses of the four-step ground breaking state, joined forces to besiege the patriarch of the spirit clan. The head of the clan is bloody.

In that battle, the patriarch of the Spiritual Clan held a divine spear in his hand, killed four Pidi, severely injured the two quasi-kings of Daqi, and made them flee in embarrassment. He died of exhaustion, and the spiritual spear was also severely injured. Shen recuperated in the ancestral home of the Spirit Race.

Since then, the spirit clan has declined, and the ancestors of the spirit clan are the second generation ancestors after the patriarch of the spirit clan died.

hum!

The Spiritual Spear continued to hum and whimper, turned into a stream of light and landed in front of Yu Patriarch, gently touching the old body, Yu Patriarch stretched out his rough palm and rubbed the Spirit Spear.

"I know I know……"

Calming the Spirit Spear, Yu Patriarch looked at Ling Patriarch.

Seeing this, Patriarch Ling's childlike expression made him choke for a moment.

"I am a minister of the Great Qi King, and I am here to be loyal to the king."

Hearing this, the corners of Patriarch Ling's mouth moved several times, but he still didn't say anything. At this moment, he really didn't know what to say.

The young master has something to say, you don't need to inform Old Ancestor Yu about revenge, it's not that you don't trust Old Ancestor Yu, but that Old Ancestor Yu is now in his dying years, and he doesn't have many years to live, at most, decades. Whether this reincarnation will return is still unknown.

But Yu Patriarch is Yu Patriarch, how can this matter be hidden from him, maybe when there was no movement before, he could hide it a bit, until the vision of Qiancang Realm manifested in the sky, he wanted to hide it For Yu Patriarch's eyes, it was really not easy.

"Old Ancestor, things are well prepared..."

Before Ling Patriarch finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yu Patriarch.

"No need to say too much, I am a minister of Daqi, and I will be loyal to the past now, and repay Wang Zhiyu's kindness with my broken body."

After finishing speaking, Old Ancestor Yu looked at the Spirit Spear again, with a smile on his face.

"Old man, come together."

After saying that, Old Ancestor Yu stood in front of the Spirit Hall, leaning on a cane, hunched over and squinting his eyes slightly, his breath was completely silent.

He expressed his position in this way, clearly telling Patriarch Ling that no matter what plans he has, he is a soldier.

In this regard, Ling Patriarch was helpless.

The spiritual guns passed down by my ancestors are so close to the old ancestor Yu, how can I persuade him, with this traitor around, it is equivalent to telling the old ancestor Yu everything.

Looking up towards the sky, there is a blue light covering the sky. It is a vision emanating from the Thousand Sky Realm. I don’t know what the young master is doing. As long as you can get the pure blood of the Cave Heaven Holy Land, you can cast the curse. Fa, curse the blood of the cave to dry up.

The foundation of the clan in Dongtian Holy Land lies in the blood, which is also the capital they are proud of. In ancient times, the ancestors of the human race overcame thorns and thorns, and fused the blood of the beast one after another in order to obtain more powerful power to protect the place where the human race reproduced.

But they never thought that their descendants would betray the human race with this kind of blood, claiming to be superior to others, and even regarded the human race as a lowly race.

The next thing he has to do is to protect the implementation of this plan, so as not to be detected by Dongtian Holy Land and destroyed by it.

Seeing that Patriarch Yu was so stubborn, Patriarch Ling had no choice but to go with the old man. At worst, there would be a big battle and protect Patriarch Yu.

...

Thousand Heavens Realm.

Xia Tuo, who returned to the camp, summoned Brother Fatty, Elder Luo, Guiwei Army, Longque Guards, and Monster Soldiers. away from the camp.

Outside the swampy wasteland, among the tumbling mist, there were vaguely arrayed phantoms wearing armor, densely packed with hundreds of thousands of people. These phantoms stood in an array with big guns in their hands, silently.

In front of the army formation, there were dozens of giant one-horned beasts with a size of hundreds of feet, which looked like wild elephants, but without the nose of a wild elephant. There was a huge horn several feet in size between the eyebrows of these giant beasts, shining strangely. runes.

At the very front, there is a tall formation platform, on which the young master Daqi and Ling Zai come with the armrests, and there are several black-armored commanders standing next to them.

Xia Tuo led the soldiers to the front of the formation, leaving Elder Luo to lead the monster soldiers, and he and the fat brother climbed onto the high platform.

On the high platform, apart from Young Master Daqi and Ling Zai, there are ten majestic figures, each of which exudes a breath that is comparable to a strong man in the holy realm.

This is not counting the powerhouses of supernatural powers lined up in four places under the high platform. These powers are enough to wipe out all the people who entered the Qiancang Realm, and they are not even weaker than any of the barren caves.

It's hard to imagine that Da Qi of the Dead Clan has accumulated such mighty strength silently in ten thousand years.