Demon King Lingzhihuang is the best in the world

Chapter 470 The Holy Ancestor
"Is there no other way?" Xiaohuai burst into tears in anxiety. If she can't count on Aunt Zhao, who else can she count on to save her parents?

Zhao Erdong looked at Xiaolong, "Xiaolong, I know there is a magic weapon in the fairy world, which can help us find your Uncle Long."

Xiaolong nodded, "That's right, there is indeed such a treasure in the fairyland, but it is not in the fairyland now. As early as when Huangao Shengzu left the fairyland, the magic weapon disappeared with him. If you want to know the whereabouts of the magic weapon, you must Find the ancestor of Huangao first."

"In order to use the Promise Tracking Technique, you must have the belongings or blood of the Huangao Sacred Ancestor. Now that the Huangao Sacred Ancestor has left the Tianhuang Clan for hundreds of thousands of years, where can I find his belongings?" Zhao Erdong had a headache, I was also very anxious.

"I have the things of the ancestors." Yue Wuqing descended from the sky like a god, and looked at Zhao Erdong and others with a smile.

Zhao Erdong rolled his eyes at him, and said displeasedly: "Now is not the time to joke."

Yue Wuqing raised his hand, and an ancient scroll appeared in his palm, "This is the last will left by the ancestor, and it is something left by him himself. Is it considered as a personal belonging?"

Xiaolong was overjoyed, with this, he will definitely find Huangao Shengzu.

The pattern was activated again, and in the light curtain, there were continuous mountains, green and green. On the top of the highest mountain, an old man with white beard was sitting with his eyes closed. He seemed to feel a sense of peeping, and suddenly turned to look at the Facing the void, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

After activating the Chasing Mantra, the figures of the people disappeared in place and entered the vortex of time-space transformation.

The old man stared at the void, watching helplessly as the void was torn apart suddenly, and several figures swept out of the void and landed in front of him.

"Who are you?" The old man didn't get angry, his cold eyes scanned the crowd in front of him, there were no faces he was familiar with.

Yue Wuqing glanced at the old man in plain clothes. In the Huangxin Forest, he had seen the afterimage of the soul of the holy ancestor. Although his beard and hair were already white, his face had not changed at all. It was the holy ancestor of the Tianhuang clan, Huang Ao.

"Young Sun Huang is ruthless, pay homage to the Holy Ancestor!"

"Granddaughter-in-law Zhao Erdong, youngest son Huang Xiaolong, niece Long Xiaohuai, pay homage to the Holy Ancestor."

A look of joy clearly appeared on Huang Ao's face. He never thought that he would see the descendants of the Tianhuang clan again in his lifetime. Since he left the fairy world, he felt humiliated and unwilling to return to the Tianhuang clan. Alone here, lonely for a hundred years, thinking about the descendants of the Tianhuang clan all the time.

Xiaolong did not salute Huang Ao like Yue Wuqing and others, but for Xiaolong, Huang Ao is his subordinate, he has no reason to salute Huang Ao, and he is afraid that Huang Ao will not be able to bear it and his life will be damaged.

Huang Ao obviously also noticed that Xiaolong was different, he looked at Xiaolong carefully, his eyes were full of astonishment.

The body like a bluestone entrenched on the ground finally stood up slowly, and he could clearly see that there was a layer of faint golden radiance flowing around Huang Xiaolong's body, which was the charm of the spirit and spirit possessed by the spirit and spirit.

In the broken memory in Xiaolong's brain, there is a place for Huang Ao. The Huang Ao in the memory seems to be very different from the Huang Ao in front of him. The former is noble and arrogant, while the latter is lonely and desolate.

"Don't come here without any problems" Xiaolong nodded towards Huang Ao, and greeted him lightly, plain and simple.

It wasn't until this time that Huang Ao was able to confirm what he was thinking in his heart. He didn't think, Huang Xiaolong, he was the reincarnation of the spirit god.

Huang Ao got up slowly, his face was full of excitement, ever since the spirit god and the demon god died together, the fairy world was in chaos, the immortals had no leader, and the law lost its restraint. Even framed him as a treasure thief.

(End of this chapter)