Honghuang: People in Jiejiao become stronger by adding friends

"So cool, Brother Xuan!"

Shiji is very good at giving emotional value and responded loudly.

Huang Long said with a serious face.

"Just now, he said that Ji Meng and Ao Dong joined forces?"

Luo Xuan held the dragon ball that was not yet fully formed in Mo Jiao in his hand.

He did not let go of Chang Su and put it in his pocket.

He walked to Huang Long very calmly and said softly.

"Okay, come with us."

"Mo Jiao is dead, I guess the news can't be concealed."

"After all, he is Ji Meng's godson, so I must show my appreciation."

"If you practice on your own, who knows if Ji Meng will kill you."

Huang Long hesitated for a moment and nodded in agreement.

"What you said makes sense."

"I will go with you brothers."

Luo Xuan touched his chin and nodded slightly.

"Very good, our team has grown again."

"But there is a very important question."

"Next, where are we going?"

Huang Long was stunned.

No, you don't even have a destination and you want to invite me to join, right?

Xuandu said without hesitation.

"Why don't you follow me to the human race?"

"After all, it is my mother's race, and I am thick-skinned to let you take care of it."

"It will be easier to calm down and recuperate, digest and comprehend."

Luo Xuan agreed, and the others had no objection.

They went straight to the ancestral tribe of the human race.

At the same time, Ji Meng, who received the news of Mo Jiao's death, was furious.

"If you can't even handle such a small matter, you deserve to die!"

Ao Dong, the Dragon King of the East China Sea, was timid and didn't dare to speak.

Ji Meng's gloomy eyes suddenly came, with a heavy sense of oppression.

"Is this the garbage and waste you mentioned?"

Ao Dong said tremblingly.

"They... they must have a backup plan given by the saint."

"Otherwise, Mo Jiao would not have died so easily."

Ji Meng snorted coldly.

"This saint naturally knows this, and you don't need to remind me."

"But Mo Jiao is dead, and there is no one around this saint who can be used."

"Who will kill Huang Long and the others, you?"

Ao Dong waved his hands repeatedly, of course he didn't dare.

Saint's disciple, the saint's face, and the Three Pure Ones.

If he really did it, there would be no Demon Court behind him.

"Senior, you are joking, Xiaolong doesn't have this ability."

Originally, Ji Meng planned to make Mo Jiao a scapegoat.

Put all the responsibilities on Mo Jiao.

He mainly attacked Huang Long.

The death of a disciple that Yuanshi disliked the most.

The majesty of the Demon Court can be exerted.

I believe that Di Jun can also withstand the anger of Yuanshi Saint.

As a result, the plan is now shattered.

It is easier to do it yourself, but it makes people more afraid.

Ji Meng pondered for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

The blood memory of Mo Jiao before his death was transmitted back.

His face was full of excitement, and his eyes widened.

It was because Huang Long and others in the memory picture.

They came out of the secret realm of the Ancestral Dragon inheritance.

If they got the Ancestral Dragon inheritance, Mo Jiao's death would not be unjust.

Ji Meng's dark green eyes showed greed.

The Ancestral Dragon inheritance would also make a saint tempted.

What's more, he was only a demon saint in the late quasi-saint stage.

If this matter was known by Emperor Jun.

With the temperament of the demon king, it is estimated that he would gather the power of the demon court to besiege Luo Xuan and others.

But Ji Meng had no intention of reporting it at all.

The Ancestral Dragon inheritance at the peak of the quasi-saint stage was so tempting that he really couldn't resist it.

Ji Meng glanced at Ao Dong who had already surrendered, with a smile on his face.

This matter still needs to be considered in the long run.

If the saint gets angry because of his disciples, it will be more trouble than gain.

Huang Long got the inheritance of the ancestor dragon.

I guess only he knows it, no hurry, just play with them for a while.

...

Not long after, Xuandu brought everyone to the ancestral land of the human race.

Countless human races came up and saluted respectfully.

"Meet the immortal!"

Luo Xuan glanced casually.

Most of them were ordinary people who were half-dressed and could not enter the fairyland.

"You are all descendants of Brother Xuandu, right?"

"Go, cook two dishes for me."

The human race children immediately showed an embarrassed expression.

Today's human race does not have the three ancestors of civilization.

Half-dressed, homeless, eating raw meat and drinking blood.

They don't understand what cooking two dishes means at all.

Xuandu tilted his head and looked at Luo Xuan, smiling.

"You are really asking for trouble by expecting them to cook."

"I'd like to ask you fellow Taoists to help the human race develop."

Luo Xuan nodded slightly and patted his chest with a smile.

"Don't worry, brother. With me here, the human race will definitely enter the Golden Immortal Era!"

Xuan Du chuckled.

"You are just bragging."

Luo Xuan was immediately anxious.

"Don't disbelieve me. Let's make a bet."

"If the human race really entersIn the Golden Immortal Era, three third-turn golden pills. "

Xuandu looked Luo Xuan up and down, and nodded at his serious look.

"Okay, if you lose, what will you pay?"

Luo Xuan looked at Xuanandu in confusion.

"Why should I pay?"

"My senior brother has said it's impossible, and I've challenged the impossible, but you still want me to bet."

"It's not fair at all, you're still my senior brother."

Xuandu spread his hands and said helplessly.

"Okay, okay, I can't argue with you."

"There's no bet, so there's no bet."

Duobao, Huanglong and others all had a smile.

Xuandu said to everyone again.

"Everyone can open up a temporary cave nearby."

"If you encounter danger, you can take care of each other. "

Everyone left, ready to digest the harvest of this trip.

Only Luo Xuan opened a cave directly next to the cave of the human tribe.

Duobao murmured in surprise.

"He doesn't really want the human race to enter the Golden Immortal Era, does he?"

The human race, since its birth, has no foundation to speak of.

The strongest dug out the bug of Xuandu.

The rest are also some human immortals.

They are completely the blood food of other prehistoric tribes.

It is nothing but a fool's dream to want to give birth to a Golden Immortal.

Huanglong waved his hand with a smile in his eyes.

"Let him go, just in case."

"After all, Junior Brother Luo is a man who can open the secret realm of Dongwanggong and the secret realm of Zulong."

Niu Mowang also nodded and said in a deep voice.

"Senior Brother is right, we can't look at Lao Luo with the eyes of ordinary people."

"This trip has gained a lot, let's discuss the Tao too?"

"Good! "

Everyone agreed to Lao Niu's proposal in unison.

Only Luo Xuan stayed in the simple cave.

He knew that the human race would definitely give birth to the three ancestors of human civilization in a short period of time.

There was no need for him to help at all.

It was equivalent to three third-level golden pills for free.

Luo Xuan glanced at the origin of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Fire in the system space.

He immediately activated the Donghua Pure Yang Art.

Released three refined divine fires to devour the origin of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Fire.

The understanding of the law of fire was also Rapidly improving.

The blazing pressure rolled in all directions.

It caused many mortals to be afraid and dare not approach.

Only one young man had a curious look in his eyes.

He stayed not far from Luo Xuan's cave all day and observed.

Boom!!!

Luo Xuan completely refined the Nine Heavens Mysterious Fire.

He walked out of the cave with a ball of divine fire in his palm, smiling.

Feeling the warm breath in his body.

Suddenly a strange voice sounded.

"May I ask the immortal, do mortals have the method to control fire?"

Luo Xuan stared at the young man and asked.

"Who are you?"

"Reporting to the immortal, I am from the Xiantian human race, Suirenshi!"