Devouring Sword God

Chapter 1084
In front of the Zhenlongzu Temple, a crooked figure stood at the door, like a dead tree, with dry and sunken eyes staring at Yi Xiaoyao with full radiance.

"The old man just arrived."

Seeing Yi Xiaoyao's surprise, the withered-haired old man seemed to guess what he was thinking, and said.

Seeing that the opponent did not have any hostility, Yi Xiaoyao relaxed a little, and bowed to the opponent.

"I don't know senior, how should I call him?"

Anyway, he is not an opponent, so it is better to have a few words with him first.

The withered-haired old man drooped his eyelids slightly, and said, "The old man Lingyin is the guardian of this mountain."

"Presumably Senior Lingyin already knows what happened here?"

Yi Xiaoyao continued to ask, the other party naturally couldn't appear here for no reason, most likely because he awakened the blood of the ancient true dragon.

"With such a big commotion, even if you don't know it, you can probably guess it."

The old man with dry hair said lightly, and then he walked over, passed Yi Xiaoyao directly, and came to the ground where the real dragon statue fell, took out a broom in his hand, and began to clean it.

"But the old man is just here to take a look, you go, the mountain is going to be closed."

He turned his back to Yi Xiaoyao, didn't ask any questions, just cleaned quietly.

Yi Xiaoyao was also quite surprised for a moment, and soon after he realized it, he immediately agreed, and left again with his fists clasped.

Just as he had just walked out of the ancient temple, the voice of the old man with withered hair came out faintly again.

"Although the old man won't do anything to you, it doesn't mean that you can leave the Spirit Race safely."

Yi Xiaoyao turned his head and found that the other party was still facing him, and said: "But since you are recognized by Longzu, you should be able to deal with the next thing."

Hearing this, Yi Xiaoyao's heart tightened slightly.

Because at the moment he walked out of the ancient temple, he suddenly felt several auras not weaker than the old man with withered hair, sweeping past him.

Apparently, other old monsters of the Spirit Race had also noticed Yi Xiaoyao.

But Yi Xiaoyao didn't say much, just frowned, and went down the mountain.

After Yi Xiaoyao left, the withered-haired old man was still talking, as if he was talking to himself, but he seemed to be talking to someone.

"Yes, it's a pity that you are not from my spirit clan."

I saw the old man sighing while cleaning.

Immediately afterwards, he snorted again: "The old man swore back then that he would only guard the Tongling Mountain for the rest of his life. If you want to take action against that kid, you old guys will go out and solve it yourself!"

"However, I would like to remind you that although this boy is not of my race, he was chosen by the Dragon Ancestor, and he was even voluntarily sacrificed."

When the old man with dry hair said this, he suddenly turned his head and looked out the door.

"Although the remnant soul of Dragon Ancestor is gone, he still exists in the world. If you go against Dragon Ancestor's will, what will happen, you have to think clearly!"

Immediately afterwards, his ears moved slightly, as if he heard something.

"The Celestials?"

The withered-haired old man frowned slightly, and immediately said: "Don't make a move, the eight boys in the clan will naturally not be indifferent, if the person selected by Long Zu cannot escape this calamity, that's all right, but if this is the case Without this foreigner, the Celestials have no reason to shift the responsibility to our Spiritual Race."

After finishing speaking, the withered-haired old man waved his sleeves, and the gate of the ancient temple slammed shut.

There was no more voice from the old man inside the door, only the rustling sound of cleaning.

The dragon shadow vision on Tongling Mountain has also dissipated, and the entire giant mountain reaching the sky has returned to its former tranquility.

However, outside the Tongling Mountain, among the eight great mountain gates of the Spirit Race, it was still boiling.

At this moment, Ling Zhan and other eight spirit marquis are leading all the clansmen to bow down to Tongling Mountain.

"Congratulations to Master Uncle, awakening the blood of the ancient true dragon, and revitalizing the prestige of my spirit clan..."

However, at this moment, the voices of Ling Zhan and the others stopped suddenly.

Because they saw a figure flying down from the mist of the Tongling Mountain above.

And this figure, if not Yi Xiaoyao, who is it?
"what?"

Lingzhan and the others looked at Yi Xiaoyao who was falling in the distance, and all of them changed their colors and exclaimed, "You're not dead?"

They all thought that Yi Xiaoyao had already died in the psychic mountain.

Seeing Yi Xiaoyao appear alive in front of him at this moment, how can he not be surprised.

And they had a feeling that the Yi Xiaoyao in front of them seemed to have changed a lot from the Yi Xiaoyao before entering the psychic mountain.

This change made Ling Zhan and others feel very familiar, but they were not sure.

"Brother Lingzhan, do you want me to die so much?"

Yi Xiaoyao took advantage of the situation and came to Ling Zhan and the others. Hearing the other party's exclamation, he replied with a light smile.

Lingzhan and the others were silent for a while, and one of them, Linghou, stared at Yi Xiaoyao firmly, as if trying to see through him.

"You have awakened the blood of the true spirit!?"

Finally, the man asked Yi Xiaoyao in great surprise.

The rest of the people also stared intently, because they just felt the change in Yi Xiaoyao, which was only possessed by the awakened true spirit blood.

And this change is countless times stronger than the normal awakening, even if they don't want to believe it, they have to think about it.

"Thank you all for giving me this opportunity and fulfilling me."

Yi Xiaoyao smiled without concealing it: "When I leave the Lingzu, brother Lingzhan's life-soul contract will naturally be completely released."

He knew that if the matter were made public, it would inevitably cause a lot of trouble.

But Yi Xiaoyao could guess from the powerful auras he felt when he just came down the mountain that the old monsters of the Spirit Race must have known about his situation, so even if he concealed it now, it would be useless.

His words immediately caused Lingzhan and the others to change their expressions suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, Yi Xiaoyao's next sentence made the eight people including Lingzhan and all the people of the Spirit Race below all exclaim in surprise.

"It's just that you call me Master Uncle, isn't that a bit messed up?"

His words were not loud, but they overwhelmed the shouts that filled the world, causing all the mountain gates of the entire Spirit Race to become silent in the next instant.

Everyone was stunned. They opened their mouths wide and looked at Yi Xiaoyao who was confronting the eight souls in the sky. Everyone understood the meaning of Yi Xiaoyao's words.

Feeling this atmosphere, Yi Xiaoyao raised his brows. He just realized that the movement that made him guess wildly before was not because of some old monster from the Spirit Race, but because of him.

However, this is not difficult to understand.

After all, who would have thought that a foreigner without any true dragon blood could really awaken the true spirit blood in the Tongling Mountain.

Moreover, it is the blood of the ancient real dragon that has been extinct for thousands of years even for the spirit race!
If this noble and legendary bloodline is awakened in the spirit clan, it will be the luck of the spirit clan.

But if an outsider took advantage of it, then the Spirit Race would definitely not be able to let it go.

The more he understood this point, the more Yi Xiaoyao had a clear premonition about the next development.

And the old man with dry hair had reminded him that it was impossible for him to leave the Spirit Race safely today.

So at this moment, Yi Xiaoyao felt the horrified but greedy eyes of Ling Zhan and the others, and the aura in his body burst out directly.

A blue-gold dragon shadow full of ancient aura roared out from behind him.

"What? Want to snatch it?"

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(End of this chapter)