Great Demon

Chapter 1092 The Battle of Thunder Cloud Dojo
Zilong Yaozun was very shocked, he hardly dared to imagine Jiang Shang's future achievements!
Taking a deep breath, Zilong Yaozun suppressed the churning emotions in his heart, and thought to himself: "I will help you!"

At the moment when Zilong Yaozun was thinking about it, Jiang Shang was observing his surroundings.

Countless sand and dust mixed with the force of the strong wind, forming a huge tornado, piercing the sky and the earth.

Standing in the center of the tornado, Jiang Shang raised his head and looked up, only to see a faint flash of thunder at the end of the tornado storm, flickering on and off.

"The entrance to Thunder Cloud Dojo is at the end of this tornado."

The voice of Zilong Yaozun brought Jiang Shang back to his senses.

"Follow the footsteps of this deity, be careful. The thunder and fire here are more powerful than those outside your magic circle." Zilong Yaozun stepped forward and motioned Jiang Shang to follow him.

Jiang Shang's heart sank, and he thought: "There is more?" But he didn't say anything, why bother to ask more questions?

Therefore, Jiang Shang activated the divine light, and flew up after him.

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"Someone broke into the formation?"

On the top of the mountain surrounded by endless thunderclouds, in a majestic and majestic palace, there came a low voice, with a quite different tone.

On the square in front of the palace, a young monk wearing a purple Wentu Taoist robe knelt down on the ground with a very respectful expression, and said in a respectful voice: "To my ancestors, the person who entered the formation is the Purple Dragon 20 miles from the east. City Lord, Zilong Yaozun. This disciple deeply feels that this matter is important, so I come here to report it."

"Purple Dragon Demon Venerable? What is this rude and reckless man doing in my Leiyun Dojo?" The voice in the palace was quite puzzled and murmured to himself.

The young monk's complexion tightened, and he said respectfully: "To the ancestor, there is a young monk accompanying Zilong Yaozun, I am afraid they are the same as those people... You must ask for something when you come here."

"Well, I already know about this, step back." Inside the palace, the voice was silent for a moment, then said again.

On the square, the kneeling young monk breathed a sigh of relief, and after prostrating again, he respectfully said, "Disciple, leave."

When the young monk bent down and exited the square in relief, the mountaintop surrounded by thunderclouds returned to calm again.

After a long time, there was another murmur in the palace.

"More than three hundred large formations can make ordinary monks retreat in the face of difficulties. But these formations can't stop the old man Zilong..." The voice sighed faintly, full of helplessness.

The people in the palace are naturally the well-known Old Monster Yuan Lei, the Taishang Patriarch of Leiyun Dojo.

In fact, Zilong Yaozun misunderstood one thing.

Outside the Leiyun Dojo, the thunder and fire formations that spread throughout the Gobi Desert were not aimed specifically at him and Jiang Shang.

The increased power of the magic circle is mainly to keep out the endless stream of visiting monks.

But what Zilong Yaozun said is correct, it is indeed to thank guests behind closed doors, but it is definitely not caused by his Zilong Yaozun coming to the door.

The cause of the incident originated from a rumor circulating in the central area of ​​Chihuang.

Three years ago, many monks began to spread a rumor about Lei Chi Jianhai in the central area of ​​Chihuang.

What is it that someone found an ancient book in a secret ruins, which recorded all kinds of mysteries of Lei Chi Jianhai.

Immediately afterwards, someone said: There are also records in the classics about how Lei Chi Jianhai can temper the blood.

It is even possible for the monks to purify and temper the blood and so on.

As soon as the rumor spread, it immediately detonated the thousands of miles of land in the middle of Chihuang.

It also directly led to the flock of monks from all sides to the Leiyun Dojo.

The entrance to the mountain gate of Leiyun Dojo was almost trampled down by monks who came to the door to verify it!

Since it is said to be a rumor, it is purely fictional and non-existent.The great saint-level powerhouses from all sides can naturally distinguish between true and false, and sneer at this.

At that time when the news reached Zilong City, Zilong Yaozun laughed and scolded directly after hearing it: "Lei Chi Jianhai, if it really has such a miraculous effect... How could that old Yuan Lei stay in the late stage of the Great Sage for thousands of years? If it really could By purifying the power of his bloodline, he has already stepped into the heavenly position and achieved the realm of the fairy king! What a bunch of fools without brains, does anyone believe such rumors? Tsk tsk tsk..."

The other Great Saint powerhouses have almost the same point of view.

The power of blood is not something like herbs or ores, and it is undoubtedly extremely difficult to purify it.

Since ancient times, countless gods and strangers, all kinds of talented people against the sky, have studied for countless years, and there are only a few ways to temper the blood... How can a place full of thunder and sword energy purify the blood?What a joke!
However, after laughing, cursing and ridiculing, Zilong Yaozun immediately put this matter behind him, and didn't take it to heart at all.

But Leiyun Dojo was annoyed because of this incident.

Familiar, unfamiliar, relatives... tens of thousands of people came to verify this matter.

Finally, in desperation, the head teacher of the dojo used his big killer and ran to the forbidden area to invite the old monster Yuan Lei.

Even the old monster Yuan Lei came, and someone came forward to ask whether the matter was true or not. Isn't this courting death?
As a result, a group of monks who were entangled and refused to leave were suppressed and killed on the spot, and none of them survived.

Later, in order to prevent other monks from not giving up and harassing the mountain gate again, the old monster Yuan Lei personally blessed the three hundred thunder and fire formations, and the matter was considered to be over.

As a result, after a few days of silence, Zilong Yaozun came with Jiang Shang.

"Hey, it's an eventful autumn... that's all, come, come, open the mountain gate, and welcome the Zilong Yaozun!"

The sound was like a thunderclap, and the voice of old monster Yuan Lei echoed throughout the secret realm of the dojo.

Zilong Yaozun came to the door in person, no matter what he said, he had to be greeted by his disciples.

Even he, the great patriarch of Leiyun Dojo, had no choice but to show up to greet him.

That is the Zilong Yaozun, a ruthless person that no one dares to provoke in the crimson wasteland for hundreds of millions of miles!

If there is a slight negligence...the consequences will be disastrous.

The Zilong Yaozun may not be able to do anything to the old monster Yuanlei, but if he is annoyed, the more than ten thousand disciples in the Leiyun Dojo will suffer.

In fact, the old monster Yuan Lei didn't like Zilong Yaozun very much, they didn't like each other.

But what I have to admit is that Zilong Yaozun really has the capital of arrogance.

If the two sides fought with each other, Old Monster Yuan Lei didn't have the confidence to win the battle.

Within the tornado storm, Jiang Shang followed Zilong Yaozun and walked forward with difficulty.

Suddenly, the surging endless thunder and fire around him dissipated.

Ahead, at the end of the storm, there was a thunderous light, and a group of monks wearing purple Wentu Taoist robes galloped out of the thunder.

The disciples in front lined up in an array, occupying both sides of the entrance.

A powerful monk followed closely behind, stepping on the thunder and lightning.

All of these people's bodies were surrounded by lightning, and their aura was powerful, which was quite frightening.

Before Jiang Shang could react, a loud shout came from ahead.

"Welcome to Zilong Yaozun!" Thousands of disciples shouted in unison, with a huge momentum.

"Hahaha..." There was a burst of laughter, and a middle-aged man with a long beard led a group of monks, and said with a smile: "I don't know if the Zilong Yaozun is here, so I am far away to welcome you."

(End of this chapter)