From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

There are three throne monsters in total.

The sword masters on the city walls all had serious expressions, which meant someone was going to die.

The Great Demon on the Throne, Liu Cha, is in the third seat. He is a swordsman at the peak of the Ascension Realm and the highest peak of the Savage Sword Path.

The great demon Yuanshou on the throne is the fourth seat, his true identity is Zhu Yan, the ancestor of those who move mountains.

This giant demon was hovering on a sword, with his arms below his knees and a long stick on his shoulder. His hair and eyebrows were all white and he was dressed in black. In his hand he held a bunch of rough stones, which were all majestic mountains that had disappeared out of thin air in the history of the wild world and were refined by him with his innate magical powers.

Next to Yuan Shou was a giant with three heads and six arms. There was a shocking sword scar on his chest, as deep as a ravine, and it was not deliberately covered up.

The ninth seat of the throne demon, Wuyue.

He had reached the peak of the Ascension Realm, with a physique that could rival that of a martial artist. He was once the first to climb the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and survived a single blow from Chen Qingdu, recovering from his injuries for six thousand years.

There are fourteen great throne monsters in the wilderness, all of them are powerful ascended monsters in the upper third class. Now three of them have arrived, which can be called a grand occasion that has only happened to the monster clan in a thousand years.

On the top of the city wall, Jiang Yuan had an indifferent expression. The Three Pure Ones, incarnated as the Prince of the Great Zhou, actually woke up more than three heads, but what happened next was a huge surprise.

Above Yuanshou and the Five Mountains, a golden sea of ​​fire appeared.

The old man was wearing a feather robe, each feather was golden, and he was holding an ancient spear. His eyes seemed to flow with blazing flames, and behind him was the shadow of a giant tree, with fireworks and silver flowers.

The Taoist Gold abandoned the path of the Sun Lord and devoured the remaining influence of the Heavenly Dao accumulated over nine thousand years after the fall of the Great Zhou. He used the method of fire to reach the top fourteen and removed the previous candidate word.

The King of Zhou once lowered his status and even sought gifts and help from the Heavenly Dao, claiming to be the Son of Heaven. However, he was defeated in the Battle of Wenmiao. The influence of the cycle of heaven was so strong that it was appalling, and its essence was compensation.

In the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, the leader of the Pure Liuli Sect died and his sect was shattered, and a huge amount of luck was intercepted by the Great Zhou. Behind the scenes, the King of Zhou parted ways with the Heavenly Dao and returned to being the master of the world from being beheaded.

With the dual help, as well as Zu Jinwu's own ten thousand years of accumulation and the Jinwu clan's own fire magic, they finally crossed the chasm. Before a major change in the future, any Ascended Realm would have no chance of winning against one of the Fourteen Giants, regardless of whether they were sword cultivators or had immortal swords or divine armor. Extreme cases that could escape unscathed or be killed were considered winners in a sense.

Sword Qi on the Great Wall.

The eldest swordsman smiled and said, "We sword cultivators are afraid that the monster is not big enough. You two just go forward. If he dares to attack, he will die. In addition, Qi Yanji, I don't care what you think of Haoran, but if you continue to mess around and not work hard, I am older and more humble, so I will take the initiative to ask you about the sword."

Qi Yanji and Chen Xi, who had achieved enlightenment and ascended to heaven, each moved forward, obviously being quite familiar with the weirdness of the boss swordsman.

Two comets streaked down onto the battlefield.

Twenty-two streams of light left the top of the city and pierced the earth.

The earthly immortal sword cultivators led the other cultivators in the middle five realms out of the city one after another.

In this kind of large-scale battle, the importance of geographical location is unquestionable. The Sword Qi Great Wall is located in the wilderness, and both sides have equal luck, but the former is more like an independent individual. In order to compete for the range of blessing, low- and middle-level combat power is indispensable, because only people can plow the boundaries of geographical location, and for the top combat power, the difference of half a realm is enough to make the difference between life and death.

……

The vast world, Aquarius Continent.

Lizhu Dongtian is a small town with a population of only a few thousand.

As the reputation of the Yang Family Pharmacy accumulated from generation to generation, it had long become an object of admiration for the residents of the small town, second only to the local Dali Supervisor of the Imperial Dragon Kiln Porcelain.

Outside the pharmacy, the young woman pointed at the backyard and cursed. After half a minute, she felt that her strength was not enough, so she sat down on the ground and wiped her tears, calling the old man a scoundrel who stole his apprentice's wife's bellyband.

In the backyard of the drugstore, an old man named Yang was puffing away smoke from his pipe, which concealed his increasingly grim expression.

"I will find you a concubine, the kind that can truly captivate a country."

Li Er lowered his head with a dull expression.

"Disciple, I dare not." The old man surnamed Yang's shoulders trembled twice, and he clenched his pipe tightly. If it were any other prominent guy, he would have been subdued by him long ago, but the young woman was really ordinary, and he had to endure it instead.

If the news of a great Japanese ruler fighting a life and death battle with an ordinary village woman got out, most of his old friends would laugh to death. They would say things like "Ten thousand years have passed, but his Taoist power has not diminished, and his face has become even thicker", "The founders of the three religions have a new nemesis", "He betrayed the Heavenly Court just to deal with the powerful enemy of the Dao" and so on.

Li Huai, who was a few years old, stumbled and climbed onto the legs of the old man surnamed Yang. There was no fear on his face. He grinned, hugged the other's clothes with his little hands and rubbed his cheek against it.

"Old man Yang, Grandpa Yang."

The old man surnamed Yang tapped his pipe and said, "Let's talk business."

Upon hearing this, Li Er took out the Benevolent King's Monument.

A shadowy figure in a dark blue python robe took a seat.

"I want the cave and blessed land in your hands."

The old man surnamed Yang said calmly, "Should I say I have long heard of your name? Wait until you become a martial arts master decades later before you make such wild statements."

The young prince tilted his head left and right, "Who is stealing the ashes?"

The old man surnamed Yang’s face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

The young prince said, "In the past, the five supreme beings in heaven, the Water God and the Fire God, perished together. Now, the way of fire has reached the fourteenth level. Even if the reincarnation of the Fire God is not born with the knowledge, his growth rate will definitely be several times faster than Li Liu. Once he reaches the third level of the Nascent Soul at a speed beyond expectations, the situation will be overturned."

"The conflict between water and fire cannot happen again." The old man surnamed Yang nodded.

"A water magic fourteen, but it can only be a true dragon, or a fire magic giant who has fallen into a lower realm. The two plans have different prices. A cave and a blessed land are just the bottom price."

The old man surnamed Yang pointed at the tobacco and said, "Let's talk about the latter."

No, it's cheaper in comparison.

"It will be done within seven years. After seven years, I will come to take away a small reptile and settle the balance." said the young prince.

The old man surnamed Yang sneered: "How dare you ask for such a high price just because you can't even get the shadow of it done?"

The young prince raised his eyes, their color was bright golden and full of divinity. After he expounded the Dao and the Principle on Wangyue Mountain, one third of something broke free from its restraints and found him.

The old man surnamed Yang's pupils shrank slightly. There are still big holes in the barrier between heaven and earth of the entire Lizhu Cave Heaven that have not healed yet.

He said solemnly: "The distribution of this thing must follow the rules."

The young prince smiled and said, "Do you dare to set rules for the only sixteen these days? Even if you dare, He doesn't necessarily have to abide by them. I don't think it's okay to bully someone who only has a realm but no entity and combat power."

The old man surnamed Yang pondered and speculated: "One share belongs to Heaven, one share belongs to me, and one share belongs to you. That means there are still two-thirds left. Heaven's will, heaven and earth, heaven's will..."

The young prince said, "My heart is the heart of heaven, let's talk business first."

Li Er quietly drank the local fine wine. In fact, when the two people just started talking, he closed his ears so as not to affect the lives of the family of four.

After a while, the old man surnamed Yang threw out a jade token.

"Seven years."

The young prince disappeared along with the jade token.

(End of this chapter)