Devouring Sword God

Chapter 1082 Congratulations to Master Uncle

Before I knew it, three days had passed since the opening of the psychic mountain.

During these three days, the several arrogances of the Spirit Race who entered it before also left from the Tongling Mountain one after another.

The strange fluctuations emanating from the mountain also quietly dissipated.

However, although Tongling Mountain has returned to calm, Yi Xiaoyao still hasn't appeared in it.

"What's going on? Why did the emperor lose his movement after entering the Zhenlong Ancestral Temple?"

Lingzhan and the others who had been waiting outside looked at the top of Tongling Mountain with doubts on their faces.

They clearly felt that Yi Xiaoyao had entered the Zhenlong Ancestral Temple on the top of the mountain, and he was not directly blasted out like the previous eight ancestral temples.

This made them feel strange, but now that Yi Xiaoyao has not come out for a long time, it makes them full of doubts.

The eight spirits are eager to know what happened in the Zhenlongzu Temple.

But the urgency was the urgency, and if Yi Xiaoyao couldn't come out, it was impossible for them to rush in and take him out.

A spirit waiter said: "That boy is not from my spirit clan. He entered the Temple of the True Dragon Ancestor, and most likely he was crushed to death by Longwei. There is no other possibility, and it is useless to continue waiting."

The other spirits also nodded one after another. They also thought so, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why a person without the blood of the true spirit stayed in the temple of the true dragon ancestor for so long.

On the contrary, Ling Zhan never spoke, but narrowed his eyes and meditated secretly.

Now that he allowed Yi Xiaoyao to enter the Tongling Mountain, it was equivalent to fulfilling the agreement in the contract. Even if Yi Xiaoyao died inside, he did not violate the contract.

And in the past few days, Lingzhan can fully feel that the bondage of the contract on his life and soul is gradually dissipating.

"Seal the mountain!"

The next moment, Ling Zhan directly opened his mouth and decided in a deep voice: "There is no need to waste time on a dead person."

Such a decision naturally echoed the thoughts of the other seven spirits.

Immediately, the eight of them soared into the air together, with seals in each hand, and raised their hands towards Tongling Mountain to shoot phantoms of giant beasts.

hum!
A layer of invisible light array followed from bottom to top, and covered it again towards the top of the Tongling Mountain.

"Hmph! This emperor is really stupid. He thought of beating me, the true spirit of the spirit clan. I'm afraid he never thought that he would die because of it!"

Watching the Great Formation re-block the Tongling Mountain, Ling Zhan couldn't help but sneer, his tone full of joy.

"Yeah, I really can't figure out how the Celestial Human Race would be played around by such a reckless kid."

"In the past few days, a lot of strong men from the Celestial Clan have come, waiting outside the gate of my Spirit Clan, trying to kill this kid."

"If this emperor hadn't died in the Tongling Mountain, even if the Celestials didn't kill him, he wouldn't be able to get out of the Spiritual Race alive!"

The other spirits also looked at the formation that had gradually sealed off to the top of the mountain, and talked about it thoughtfully.

But at this moment, when the Fengshan formation gathered at the top of the mountain, it retreated in vain.

Such a change immediately made Ling Zhan and the others stop talking, and they all looked towards the top of the mountain.

There, there is a figure that looks rickety because of old age, it is an old man with withered hair.

It was this withered-haired old man who interrupted Ling Zhan and others' move to seal the mountain just now.

"Master Uncle?!"

Seeing the old man with withered hair, the eight souls all changed their complexions, and they all exclaimed in surprise.

They knew that this master uncle had a very high seniority among the spirit clan, but he was willing to guard the Tongling Mountain and never took half a step.

Even though the Tongling Mountain had been opened so many times in the past, and so many arrogances of the Spirit Race had been awakened, he never showed up once.

Unexpectedly, today, this master-uncle who has not seen the head of the dragon, unexpectedly appeared on his own initiative.

And it seems that the purpose of his appearance is only to prevent Ling Zhan and others from closing the mountain.

Because, as soon as Ling Zhan and the others called out, the figure of the old man with withered hair disappeared again.

"What's going on? Why didn't Master Uncle let us close the mountain?"

Ling Zhan looked at the other Linghous with a look of surprise, but all of them looked blank.

But this kind of bewilderment, the next moment, with the occurrence of the next vision, it turned into horror.

"Roar!!!"

A dragon roar roared out from the top of Tongling Mountain in vain. Accompanied by an incomparably majestic wave, it quickly spread out in all directions centered on Tongling Mountain.

"That is……"

Hearing the dragon's roar, Ling Zhan and the others seemed to have thought of something, and their faces were filled with disbelief.

"Someone has awakened the blood of the ancient true spirit!"

They looked at each other and exclaimed, looking at the horrified expression in each other's eyes, they said with absolute certainty: "It can't be wrong, only when the blood of the ancient true spirit is awakened, such a vision will appear!"

The eight souls, all of whom had awakened the blood of the ancient true spirit, naturally knew this vision better than anyone else.

If they had done it before, they would have been extremely pleasantly surprised, but this time, they were only horrified and unbelievable.

Because now in Tongling Mountain, apart from that master uncle, only Yi Xiaoyao is left!
And the roar just now was the dragon's roar from the True Dragon Ancestral Temple, which obviously awakened the blood of the ancient true dragon.

Ling Zhan and the others naturally knew that only Yi Xiaoyao had entered the True Dragon Ancestral Temple, but they couldn't believe that the person who awakened the ancient True Dragon's blood was Yi Xiaoyao.

"impossible!"

As if sensing each other's thoughts, Ling Zhan and the others shook their heads in denial: "That Di Chu is just a foreigner, and it is absolutely impossible to awaken the blood of the true spirit, let alone the blood of the ancient true dragon!"

"Could it be, it's Master Uncle?"

The next moment, they had a thought and thought of it with strange expressions on their faces.

Although Ling Zhan and the others also knew that the master uncle could no longer awaken much, but let them believe that it was Yi Xiaoyao, they would rather choose to believe that the master uncle who just prevented them from closing the mountain awakened the ancient true dragon blood.

But at this moment, the lingering sound of the dragon's roar was not exhausted, but there was another vision on the top of the psychic mountain.

Ling Zhan and the others looked up together, and saw a blue-gold dragon shadow suddenly soaring into the sky above the huge peak reaching the sky, the might of the dragon was overwhelming!
Seeing this scene, Ling Zhan and the others forgot to exclaim, but stood there with dazed faces, looking confused.

"This kind of vision seems to have...beyond the scope of the ancient bloodline..."

Ling Zhan and the others murmured in trembling voices.

Then, they gasped, and said tentatively, "Could it be that this is the ancient blood above the ancient blood in the legend?!"

As soon as these words came out, Ling Zhan and the others looked at each other in astonishment, and immediately turned towards the direction of Lingling Mountain, kneeling down and shouting in unison.

"Congratulations Master Uncle!!"

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(End of this chapter)