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Chapter 1586 Bloodletting to attract dragons! (Part 3)
The dragon sings to the heavens, and all spirits fall!
The sound of the dragon's roar reverberating in the ears was like the arrival of an ancient emperor, giving people an urge to kneel and worship, and even the spiritual power in the body trembled slightly, as if to surrender.

Qin Yang has never seen a real dragon, but only watched special effects on some TVs.

The special effect dragon on the screen is already very majestic and domineering, but now that he heard the sound of the dragon's chant, Qin Yang understood what it means to rule the world!
It's just that the sound of the dragon's chant is domineering but also has a hint of roar and struggle.

"Did they find the dragon vein?"

Qin Yang's complexion changed, and he hurried towards the entrance of the clan.

The three women followed closely behind.

Along the way, Qin Yang and the others saw many broken limbs and arms, among them were the corpses of the 'Guardian Clan'. The bright red blood almost stained the land red, which was extremely tragic.

Jin Shuer's face was tense at the beginning, and she tried her best to stay calm, but as the corpses of her tribe appeared in front of her one by one, tears still welled up, falling drop by drop, choking with sobs.

Her handsome face turned pale, her lips turned blue, and the deep anger made her beauty lose its original brilliance.

When I came to the village, there was no one there, only corpses on the ground everywhere.

The houses had been burnt down, some buildings were ruined, and some naked young women were lying on the ground, their bodies were in a mess, and they must have been bullied before they died.

"These bastards!!"

Jin Shu'er knelt on the blood-stained ground, bit her lips tightly, and cried.

Qin Yang looked around, clenched his fists tightly, and murderous intent appeared in his eyes: "They are not here, they should be nearby."

"Looking at the situation, they didn't find the land of the dragon's veins at first, so they simply slaughtered and humiliated the guardian clan. Later, they might have some clues and arrested some clan members and left."

From the scene in front of him, Murong Xiyao roughly deduced what happened.

"But where did they take the rest of the tribe? Where did the sound of the dragon chant just now come from?" Moli was a little puzzled.

At this time, Jin Shu'er suddenly remembered something, turned her head to look in the south direction, and said coldly: "The altar is guarding the ancient altar of the clan! It must be there!"

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On the ancient altar, a strong bloody smell permeated, extremely pungent.

This altar is square and a hundred feet wide. It is engraved with mysterious talisman seals. It is extremely delicate and the lines are intertwined, forming a mysterious magic circle.

And at the four corners of the altar, there is a quaint stone pillar. On the wall of the stone pillar is a giant dragon statue, which is lifelike and exudes an aura of vicissitudes. It is obvious that the years are very long.

At the moment in the altar, many members of the guardian clan knelt on the ground, with grief, indignation, helplessness and panic on their faces.

Among them was the dying patriarch, lying in the arms of a woman, with bright red blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, his chest seemed to have been twisted by a blade, bloody and bloody, exposing white bones.A pair of eyes, but always stared at the intruders angrily.

Among these tribesmen, they were guarded by a group of Japanese monks in black.

Everyone held a samurai sword in their hands, glowing with a cold light, and looked at them indifferently, as if they were looking at lifeless corpses, without a trace of emotion.

Not far away, there were some disciples and elders, looking at a small black hole in the middle of the altar, in amazement.

The sound of the dragon chant just now came from this altar.

"Yes, it seems that this trick is still very useful."

The person who spoke was a man wearing a moon white shirt. His face looked very young, his skin was fair, and he was quite handsome. There was even a hint of obsequiousness between his brows, which seemed sissy, but extremely feminine.

And between his brows, there is a cherry blossom imprint engraved, occasionally exuding a glimmer of light.

At this moment, he was still holding a corpse in his hand. Judging from the corpse, it was only an eleven or twelve-year-old girl. A deep bloodstain was drawn on her neck, and the warm blood fell into the black hole.

"thump!"

He threw the corpse in his hand aside, took out a clean white handkerchief, and gently wiped his slender hands.

"That's right, the blood of the guardian clan can indeed revive the sleeping dragon veins. It seems that there must be dragon veins underneath."

The man in the white shirt said lightly, his eyes fell on Liu Shatong, the head of the Southern Wilderness Sect next to him, and a coquettish smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Thank you very much, head Liu, for bringing us this news in time, and it will save us wasting time to go The Devil Realm is looking for a map."

Liu Shatong looked indifferent, wearing a gray robe, said indifferently:
"Xuanyuan Dragon Vein was divided into three parts by the Emperor God back then, and they were hidden in different places. You have already got one part, and now you are about to get the other part, so should there be an answer to the promise I made earlier? "

The man in the white shirt smiled faintly: "Don't worry, when we dig out this part of the dragon vein, we will definitely help you set foot on the fairyland, and we will keep our word."

Liu Shatong nodded and said nothing more.

The white-clothed man clapped his hands and said to his subordinates: "Bring those clansmen over here, and drain all their blood. Be sure to wake up the sleeping Xuanyuan Longmai and prepare to arrest him."

"Yes!"

Those monks in black ignored the people's cries and pleas for help, and dragged them one by one to the black hole of the altar.

The cold knife in his hand was glowing with a gloomy light.

The man in the white shirt saw a handsome and fair girl collapsed on the ground in fright, and couldn't stop crying, so he walked over, lifted her chin lightly, and said with a smile: "Why cry, sometimes death also heralds new life ,Do not be afraid."

"Please... please let us go..." The girl was so frightened that she broke down in tears.

"Snapped!"

A slap landed on the girl's cheek, and the corner of the girl's mouth was ruptured and blood spilled out.

"Please, there should be an appearance of begging. If you don't kneel and kowtow, how do I know if you are sincerely begging or pretending to beg?" The man in white shirt said gently, with a smile on his face.

A sense of shame welled up in the girl's heart, she glanced at those clansmen, and wanted to kneel down.

"Don't kneel!!"

At this time, the dying old patriarch seemed to be returning to the light, blushing, and staring at her with blood-red eyes, "We are the guardians of the clan, and no one is qualified to make us kneel except the emperor god! Let alone It's just a barbarian on a small island!"

The girl hesitated, clenched her fists and said nothing.

The man in the white shirt sneered, patted the girl on the cheek, walked over and looked down at the old patriarch, stepped on the other's face, and slowly rubbed: "You are old, but your bones are not old, that's fine."

The old patriarch stared at him like a poisonous snake, and said word by word: "A mere barbarian, but a pig and a dog, dare to disturb the Dragon God! Sooner or later——you will pay the price!"

(End of this chapter)