One emperor

Chapter 2031 Shen Luan Clan

After Ye Dongwei pondered for a while, his body suddenly swayed, and he came to the sky of this world. The powerful divine sense was divided into two, two into four, four into eight, until it was divided into tens of thousands of parts, and merged into all In the souls of blood prison disciples.

"I am Ye Dong, the prisoner of the Blood Prison. Today, I will teach you and other disciples of the Blood Prison to clear up your doubts!"

Since Zhou Longcheng helped Ye Dong plant the seeds of the Blood Prison, and let the seeds break out of the ground, Ye Dong naturally can't really reap all this for free, he has to irrigate it with his own actions, let it able to grow stronger.

The best way is naturally to preach for these blood prison disciples.

Although Ye Dong doesn't think his strength is so strong, it is more than enough to preach to these mortal monks, especially his insights from decades of practice and his identity as a Taoist will open a whole new door for these people. A different brand new door of practice.

Tens of thousands of Blood Prison disciples, Ye Dong's voice sounded from the depths of their souls at the same time, making them even more admirable on their faces when they were excited. I deeply worship the statue, which makes the power of faith even stronger.

Just when Ye Dong was concentrating on preaching, his avatar had already entered another world marked by Xia Mingyue!

This world is just one of the thousands of worlds in the Conferred God War, and there is nothing special about it. However, in the past few days, it has been extremely lively, and monks from all walks of life have stepped into this world in order to hunt down a young man!

At this moment, this young man was sitting cross-legged among mountains, with a calm expression and eyes as clear as lake water. However, within this clarity, there was a trace of melancholy and sadness.

On his knees, there is a sword, a stone sword!
Although this stone sword looks very ordinary, its style is very old, and it is full of vicissitudes of life. It can be seen that it has existed for a long time.

The young man suddenly sighed, looked at the stone sword, and said to himself: "Old Ancestor, since Senior Prisoner taught me the first sword technique of the Buguijian, seven years have passed. , I have comprehended the second move of swordsmanship myself, but this third move, I can't comprehend no matter what, and I can't pull out the sword you left behind!"

This young man is naturally the descendant of Jian Zun Jun Buhui, Jun Aotian!

Since the moment he stepped into the Conferred God War, he has been separated from Ye Dong and others. Until now, more than seven years have passed, and he has never seen Ye Dong again. This also makes him miss him very much. , this ancestor's younger brother, to a certain extent, can also be regarded as his master, after all, he taught himself the first style of no regrets.

At this moment, Jun Aotian suddenly closed his mouth, and the trace of melancholy and sadness in his eyes was instantly swept away, replaced by two bursts of light, the stone sword on his knee disappeared immediately, and the stone sword appeared in his hand. A long blood-colored sword——Blood Sacrifice, and at the same time, the whole person suddenly stood up.

As he got up, he seemed to be transformed into a sword at this moment. If Ye Dong was present at this moment, he would definitely give out a sound of admiration. He has really grown up, especially in his body, there is already a faint sense of sword being born, at least a trace of the demeanor of the sword master back then!
On the surrounding mountains, several figures suddenly appeared, and these figures were half human, half bird, obviously not real human beings, but the ancient barbarian monster clan, and one of the ten most powerful clans, the Shenluan clan!

Luan is said to be a descendant of the Phoenix, and the Shenluan clan gradually developed and became stronger based on this. They were born with the ability to control fire and occupied a place among the ten clans, which is almost the same as the ghost clan that Ye Dong fought against back then.

Speaking of which, Jun Aotian was also unlucky. Although his timid and unconfident personality had changed, he rarely took the initiative to seek trouble in the Conferred God War. However, seven days ago, in a world, he took out When I didn't regret the sword world, I didn't expect to be discovered by the people of the Shenluan clan, who stretched out their hands to snatch it, but was killed by him instead.

So in this way, even if he completely offended the entire Shenluan clan, he was chased and killed by them all the way, after running away for seven days, Jun Aotian was really angry, and he simply stopped running, but waited here, Make a deal with this group of Shenluan clansmen.

On the tops of the mountains, there are as many as fifty or sixty members of the Shenluan tribe, among which the highest cultivation has reached the peak of the Danxiao realm, and the lowest is also in the Yuxiao realm.

Jun Aotian's cultivation base is also in Danxiao Realm, and he has reached the fourth level. It stands to reason that he is far invincible, but he is a sword repairer, the most aggressive practitioner, so even though he is facing the peak barbarian monster at this moment , is not afraid at all.

An old man with fiery red hair and a human-shaped bird's beak looked at Jun Aotian below with disdain and said, "Hmph, a mere human dares to kill a member of my Shenluan clan. I really don't know what to do. Capture him!"

Revenge for the same clan is just a cover on the surface of the Shenluan clan. Their real purpose is to take a fancy to Jun Aotian's swordsmanship and the sword world of no regrets!
An independent world, that is the envy of any force, any monk!
Following the old man's order, ten people from the surrounding Shenluan clan walked out, with a pair of red wings stretched out from under their armpits, and with a light flap, ten groups of fire and wind surged out, sweeping towards Jun Aotian.

Jun Aotian looked calm, standing on the spot, motionless, even the tip of the blood sacrifice in his hand was drooping, just when the ten balls of fire wind were about to rush in front of him, a scorching and sharp air burst out of his body , soaring into the sky.

"Chichichi!"

This air flow was like a sharp sword, easily piercing the nine groups of fire wind from the middle, only one group of fire wind escaped, and suddenly struck in front of Jun Aotian.

"Oh, the sword intent is still not enough!"

Jun Aotian sighed slightly in his heart, raised his left hand, and suddenly a beast claw came out, and slapped heavily in front of the fire wind, causing it to disappear in smoke.

"Roar!"

A beast's roar full of anger and disdain, followed by Jun Aotian's body, the voice was arrogant and majestic, as if mocking the overconfident Shenluan clansman.

The old man's expression changed immediately when he heard the roar: "How does this look like a dragon chant! No, we can't delay with him any longer, let's fight quickly!"

As the words fell, the old man suddenly opened the red wings behind him, which were hundreds of feet long and covered the sky. With a sudden flap, countless fiery red flaming feathers rushed out from his wings, A huge phantom of Shenluan suddenly gathered in the air, accompanied by a high-pitched neigh, and rushed towards Jun Aotian with a terrifying heat wave that could burn everything.

At the same time, above a certain part of the sky in this world, a golden dragon suddenly appeared, its huge figure suddenly shrank, and amidst the golden light soaring, it turned into the appearance of Ye Dong.

Before he could use his divine sense to search, he heard the roar like a dragon chant, and a smile appeared on his face: "Dragon son avoids water, it seems that this is Jun Aotian, long time no see!"

(End of this chapter)