Cover the sky: start from swallowing the magic pot

Chapter 50 Layout of the Monster Clan——
The heroic Qing Jiao King glanced at him, took back the leaked breath, and raised his hand to the little Qing Jiao King, motioning for him to lead the group of juniors back.

"The younger generation will leave!"

Yan Ruyu was tall and slender, with a flawless face, her eyes moved slightly, and she bowed her head towards Yan Li in greeting. During her actions, she exuded an extraordinary and refined temperament, like a goddess in a pure land, very sacred.

She saluted Qing Jiao King respectfully, and then left gracefully, while the rest of the young monster clan also bowed and left one after another.

After all the younger generation left the hall, King Qingjiao showed his apology, and said to the old demon with a gentle expression:

"Brother Li, I'm sorry, but I haven't fully controlled this holy weapon yet."

Yan Li, that is, the nineteenth grandson of the Qing Emperor who wanted to seize Pangbo in the original book, he was dressed in a black robe, with an old face, a withered body, and a weak breath. It was obvious at a glance that he was seriously injured.

He waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care.

"Why should King Qingjiao care about some trivial matters!"

He still needs to use the Hall of Immortality to delay the passage of time, and he has a very friendly attitude towards King Qingjiao, and he is a little envious of King Qingjiao's situation. Before, he had a good relationship with Tu Tian who held half a piece of extreme emperor weapon, and now Tu Tian died. It is really enviable to get another strong support, and even the complete Great Saint Soldiers can be produced.

1000 Two hundred years ago, he and the Qingjiao King were both famous, and he was even more famous in Nanling, known as a generation of demon kings in the lineage of the Zhongxing Demon Emperor.

But now, he has suffered an accident, his soul has been wounded, and his body has decayed. It is already a thing of the past, but the other party is advancing bravely, sitting in a small world of sages, and even has a peerless great sacred weapon in his body.

Time also, fate also!How could it not make him sigh and sigh!

King Qing Jiao nodded slightly, with a smile in his eyes, and made a promise to him.

"Brother Li, don't worry, the one in the Palace of Immortality has already left the customs. And this king has already sent someone to help find a suitable candidate."

Yan Li was a little moved. He sighed and bowed deeply to the Qing Jiao King. He was very happy with the first courtesy. In the Southern Territory, he went to the mansions of other demon kings to ask for help. The replies those demon kings gave him It's basically just perfunctory, how can I talk to him on an equal footing, needless to say, I can take out rare treasures to heal him.

King Qingjiao quickly helped him up, yet another burst of relief.

Jiang Yi and the rest of the Yaozu high-ranking officials also spoke out.

"Why does King Qinglian make such a gesture? He will have his own day of transformation and change into a butterfly."

"Back then, King Qinglian was at the height of his power, and he fought all over Nanling with one style of demon emperor and nine cuts. Now the cocoon is under his feet, so why should he sigh?"

"That's right, now that Master Qingjiao King holds the supreme holy weapon, even those extreme holy places dare not despise us."

Most of the demon clans who followed Qinglian's lineage had impure goals, mainly wanting to be appreciated by King Qingjiao. Now that Corporal Lixian of Qingjiao King treated Qingdi's lineage so friendly, this group of people also began to flatter Yan. Li.

The Qingjiao King looked at this scene with great interest, and he turned to explain to the Peacock King:

"Aren't you curious about the origin of this Chaos Holy Sword?"

The Peacock King chuckled, and sat on the jade chair with a peaceful expression. He took a sip of tea and said loudly:
"Fourth brother, why don't you just say it directly, when did you learn to be tricky!"

King Qinglian also cheered up, anger reappeared on his body, and said with a smile: "That's right, King Qingjiao, let's just say it, which side can come out of the sky again, and can take out the great holy weapon, which ordinary holy places can't do. .”

Although there was harmony on the field, a man in a black battle suit sitting on a high place was a little melancholy, and he was a little worried.

Some time ago, the news from the Yaochi Holy Land spread among the various extreme forces, and the Jiang family sent people to find him back, and also informed him of the news.

"The primordial myriad clans that will be born in a few decades? What purpose do they have? Why do they want to find King Qingjiao? They also took out a perfect holy weapon!"

Jiang Yi thought silently, but did not say anything. After all, he is a human race. If the ancient race is a foreign race, the human race is also a foreign race to the monster race. What is the difference?

King Qingjiao is full of ambitions. Although he is enslaved by Princess Shencan, his memories of the past are still there, and he has his own ambitions. Naturally, he knows the meaning of a peerless holy weapon, and now he is commanding the group of monsters, which makes him full of pride.

He drank a cup of fairy wine, and said to everyone with bright eyes:

"I don't know if you have heard of the ancient lineage of gods?"

This news made all the monsters present a little puzzled, even the Peacock King frowned, and Qinglian King had nothing to think about.

"Ancient God? How could there be such a title, claiming to be a god?"

"In the ancient times, that was already millions of years ago, and these great emperor families in the Eastern Wasteland have only experienced tens of thousands of years. Creatures from millions of years ago cannot survive!"

"Master Qingjiao King, let's just say it straight!"

Jiang Yi looked at the demon clans present, and suddenly revealed a secret.

"If there is a supreme being who refines the divine source liquid, it is enough to seal the living beings in it, and the living beings in the divine source can ignore the passage of time."

This is a secret that only the aristocratic family knows, because only the supreme existence can refine the divine source liquid to seal the ancient monks.

The lineage of Qinglian has long been ruined. Apart from the Qinglian Emperor Sutra, the only monk in Sendai is the Qinglian King whose body has decayed. There are even only a few elders left in the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm. Incomparably weak, if there is no support from Qinglian King, I am afraid that even the emperor's scriptures will be robbed by those demon kings.

Moreover, the lineage of the Qing Emperor has no background in the source of the gods, which is very desolate. This kind of secret involving the Supreme has long been lost.

As soon as this kind of secrecy came out, many old monster races opened their eyes wide in an instant, and looked at King Qingjiao with fiery eyes. They didn't have much lifespan, and they were very interested in this method to extend their lifespan.

Even Yan Li's expression changed slightly, but he didn't think too much about it. After all, the divine source liquid is so precious, and it is impossible for King Qingjiao to possess such a divine object.

With a smile on the corner of Qing Jiao King's mouth, he nodded slightly.

"That's right, that's exactly the case. The ancestors of the ancient gods and immortal emperors were born, and the Chaos Soldier in my hand was bestowed by the gods."

As soon as this sentence came out, it immediately caused a huge reaction in the palace!

"Immortal Emperor? An ancient emperor like Emperor Qing? This is really awe-inspiring!"

An old dragon at the Dragon Transformation Realm with white hair and beard and withered body nodded slightly.

"That's right, I once saw such a record in an ancient book. According to legend, a long time ago, the names of the emperor-level existences were different."

"The Demon Emperor's Palace is still there, and it was called the emperor in the ancient times, and it was called the emperor in the ancient times."

"I see."

Jiang Yi's mind moved, his expression was a little complicated, he didn't care about the address, but focused on the ancestor king.

"King Qingjiao, you said that there is an ancestor king born in the lineage of the Immortal Emperor?"

"That's right, the ancestor king of the ancient times, the ancestors of the clan, are all existences of the ancient saint level."

King Qingjiao replied lightly, and everyone present was so angry that they were shocked by this news!

In this dharma-ending era, a half-sage can make the ultimate holy land give in. An ancient saint is simply unbelievable, and it is already a legendary existence.

According to ancient records, the ancient sages were able to open up small worlds, and a strand of hair could destroy great powers, which can be called monstrous power.

"Is a demon saint born!"

The Peacock King muttered to himself, obviously yearning for it, but he didn't understand the meaning of the Primordial Ten Thousand Clans.

Moreover, he has retreated for [-] years, but he is helpless against Immortal Sanzhan Dao, and his cultivation base has stayed in the second heaven of Xiantai for more than a thousand years without making any progress.

If he could listen to the sermons of the sages and get their advice, he would give everything.

　Save a little, otherwise I will be the same as Hanhan when it is put on the shelves!
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