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

Back mountain courtyard.

Black blood oozed out of Wang Ye's body, and the backlash from the internal scenes in his body was released, and he barely escaped from the gates of hell.

Jiang Yuan threw him into the small world, turned around, picked up the last jar of tiger bone wine, and drank it all.

Not long after, the woman in white stumbled into the yard and almost fell headfirst into the ground. Xiao Yijin was covered in blood, and the scars from his neck to the side of his face were so deep that the bone was visible.

A moment later, dozens of people gathered.

The eaves, walls, bamboo branches, and corners were filled with figures in black, each of them exuding an extraordinary aura.

The four major families of extraordinary people are able to dominate the world, so their size must be extremely large.

"I have said that when she dies, the Sword Immortal will probably be able to understand a little bit of the pain of losing a child."

Two old men stepped over the threshold, and Wang Ai and Lu Ci came in together.

"I only want to ask you one thing, whether Lu Liang's death that day had anything to do with you, and whether this woman surnamed Xiao's ability to summon spirits and send generals was accomplished with her double-handedness. Hand over a few of the Eight Wonders, and I will leave immediately." Lu Ci said coldly. During the day, they seemed to be getting along well, but in fact, it was the old Taoist priest who suppressed them. Now that family feuds and the Eight Wonders were involved, it was only natural for him to turn against him now.

"Lü Liang?" Jiang Yuan seemed to be pondering. "Now I remember, it seems that he killed one of them. I heard that the Lu family still has six Shuangquan pills. Such a vital thing would not be kept in the ancestral hall."

Lu Ci sneered and waved his hand.

More than twenty men in black attacked at the same time, and the Lu family's Ruyi power attacked from the ground and mid-air, like giant crossbow arrows formed by true Qi.

A black robe rose from Jiang Yuan's body, and the filthy light of grains flowed, and countless crossbow arrows were shattered.

The black blood iron mahogany sword in his hand slashed out, and the sword energy shot far away. Several men in black landed on the ground and stepped forward, with heavy red shields as high as several city gates appearing in their hands.

The dry power in the sword energy caused the paint to dry up instantly, the heavy shields on the city gate burst, a wall of the courtyard was destroyed, and more than a dozen people died instantly, turning into bloody mud.

Seeing this, Lu Ci raised his hands from the bottom to the top, and the floor under someone's feet suddenly rose up. The Dacheng Ruyi Force was so powerful that it turned into a ten-meter-high platform.

Wang Ai leaped onto the ground, his old body surprisingly being very agile. He spread out his right hand, and the mountain energy and loess energy of the fourth realm emerged and acted as pigments for painting, revealing mountains in his palm, which looked bloated and ferocious like an angry Buddha.

"Mountain Buddha in the Palm."

The masterful skill hit the black valley robe and Jiang Yuan flew backwards. At that moment, the essence of painting and calligraphy was fully glimpsed.

Half of the courtyard was reduced to ruins.

Jiang Yuan landed among the trees, looking at the ink river approaching. He paused for half a second, then raised his right hand. Countless koi fish emerged from his palm, all made up of sword energy.

The river was roaring, and thousands of koi fish were swimming upstream, like long swords, cutting through the woods and the river at will.

In the blink of an eye, both disappeared, leaving only a devastated space.

Suddenly, a long sword that had been waiting for a long time flew over, and the white light almost illuminated the night. The fire instantly ignited the forest. Under the sword, the mountain was filled with smoke.

Jiang Yuan put his fingers together to make a sword, and the magic-quality Fang Cun Zhou shot out. There was a crisp breaking sound in his ears, and the long sword wrapped in white fire shattered into ashes.

In the firelight, Wang Ai, Lu Ci and a white-haired old man stood in a triangle, surrounding someone.

Jiang Yuan looked towards the horizon and saw a beam of light shooting up into the sky, which actually made him feel a little moved.

Wang Ai shook his head and Lu Ci sighed.

The white-haired old man closed his eyes and bowed.

"Liuyun Sword Sect, Zheng Shanhai, respectfully sends the old Heavenly Master to ascend to heaven."

……

Among the bamboo forest.

The battle paused and Lu Jin's expression changed drastically.

Several Quanxing demons stopped and saluted. "Quanxing Thunder Smoke Cannon Gao Ning, respectfully send the old Heavenly Master to ascend."

"Xia He, the bone scraper of Quan Xing, respectfully sends the old Heavenly Master to ascend to heaven."

"I am a simple scholar, respectfully sending the old Heavenly Master to heaven."

At the same time, fighting on the battlefields of Mount Longhu stopped tacitly, and everyone saluted at the same time.

The ascension to immortality is real, it is a grand event for all extraordinary people, even far greater than the current battle.

From the Chuandu Taoist Palace to the Xiuyang Palace, the bridge formed by the golden light mantra has not yet dissipated. At the end, a strange light surges into the sky, and a solemn and heavy sky gate opens.

At the end of the Golden Light Bridge, the old Taoist priest stood in the Cultivation Hall with his hands behind his back, and the light from the Heavenly Gate enveloped his entire body.

"The acting head of Quanxing Sect, Gong Qing, respectfully sends the old Heavenly Master to ascend to heaven."

Several people in the courtyard bowed and saluted.

The five stages of decline for celestial beings, the last one is decline of luck. After this calamity is over and the celestial being is perfect, he will ascend to heaven.

Before this, the old Heavenly Master might be able to force himself to stay in the human world, but Quan Xing and others used the legendary Jianmu to build an immortal platform. Although it was very simple, the old Heavenly Master was too powerful. The gates of heaven were open, and the will of heaven was coming. His ascension to heaven was imminent, and he could not refuse.

Tian Jinzhong burst into tears. If it weren't for him, his senior brother would never have stepped into such an obvious trap.

“It’s a big deal.”

The old Taoist priest said calmly that at the moment all his strength was being used in tug-of-war with the Heavenly Gate. This step was as light as a feather, yet heavier than Mount Tai.

"No one in the world can be your opponent, so please, old Heavenly Master, ascend to heaven. Future generations will have their own blessings, so why bother hurting yourself all the time." Gong Qing sighed. He had been lurking on Mount Longhu for three years. At the beginning, the old man in front of him might be able to cross the fifth stage of decline at any time, but he was reluctant to take a step, which led to unprecedented backlash and almost destroyed the reputation of the mountain sect and his own death.

"I'm old and don't want to ask for help."

The old Taoist priest raised his hand, and just this one movement made his body move sideways forward uncontrollably.

Several people looked in the direction of the finger and saw a sword light flying over a distance of more than ten miles.

People along the way kept trying to stop it, but to no avail.

Tianshui Sword Master Jiang Wuchou leaped high into the air and chopped with all his might, but was still pierced through the chest and was seriously injured.

"Junior brother, our great swordsman Jiang is indeed young and considerate, but the favor I owe you is too big, and it will cause trouble in the future."

All the Mohist mechanisms arranged around the Cultivation Hall were broken, and dozens of controlled aliens flew into the fire like moths and turned into minced meat.

The natal flying sword hit the sky gate, breaking all the laws with one sword, and directly shattered the will of heaven.

The light that penetrated the sky and the earth disappeared, the old Taoist stretched his muscles, and looked around with a smile.

"If you don't know how to run, you'll die on the mountain."

Gong Qing knelt on the ground and said frankly: "Old Heavenly Master, Master Tian has the means of blood fireworks. I am willing to stay here. Please give my disciples a chance to escape."

The old Taoist priest’s smile disappeared, and this time he was really angry.

"Good, good, good. Good fortune and bad fortune come upon themselves."

"Brother, please let me die. I am just a waste who can only cause trouble to the sect. You are a god-like figure, how come you live worse than an ordinary person..."

Tian Jinzhong fell off the wheelchair crying. He really wanted to die. He had kept Huaiyi's secret for too long, and now he had repeatedly caused his senior brother to suffer misfortunes. His life was worse than death.

The old Taoist priest snorted coldly, lifted up the sides of his Taoist robe, and kicked Tian Jinzhong in the side of his waist several times, causing him to gasp for breath in pain.

"Nonsense, this is the time for you to practice, just keep enduring, it's better to live a miserable life than to die."

(End of this chapter)