The dragon roars in the sky, and all spirits are subdued!

The sound of the dragon's roar echoing in his ears was like the arrival of an ancient emperor, giving people an urge to kneel and worship, and even the spiritual power in his body trembled slightly, as if he wanted to surrender.

Qin Yang had never seen a real dragon, and had only seen special effects on some TV.

The special effects dragon on the screen was already very majestic and domineering, but at this moment, hearing the sound of the dragon's groan, Qin Yang understood what it meant to reign over the world!

It's just that this dragon roar is domineering, with a hint of anger and struggle.

"Did they find the dragon vein?"

Qin Yang's face changed, and he hurriedly swept towards the entrance of the clan.

The three daughters followed.

Along the way, Qin Yang and the others saw a lot of stumps and broken arms, among which the corpses of the 'Guardian Clan' also appeared, and the bright red blood almost stained the land red, which was extremely tragic.

Jin Shu'er had been tense at first, trying to calm down, but as the corpses of the clansmen appeared in front of her one by one, tears still welled up, falling drop by drop, choking.

Her handsome face turned pale, her lips turned iron-blue, and her beauty lost its original luster with deep anger.

When I came to the village, there was no one but corpses on the ground.

Houses had burned down, some buildings were in ruins, and the bodies of naked young women lay on the ground, in a mess, presumably humiliated before they died.

"These brutes!!"

Jin Shu'er knelt on the bloodstained ground, bit her lip, and cried.

Qin Yang looked around, clenched his fists tightly, and murderous intent appeared in his eyes: "They are not here, they should be nearby." ”

"Looking at this situation, they didn't find the land of the dragon vein at first, so they simply slaughtered and bullied the guardian clan, and then there may be some clues, and some clansmen were arrested and left. ”

From the scene in front of him, Murong Xiyao roughly deduced what had happened.

"But where did they take the rest of the clansmen with them, and where did the sound of the dragon's groan come from?"

At this time, Jin Shu'er suddenly remembered something, turned her head to look in the direction of the south, and said in a cold voice: "The altar, the ancient altar that is guarding the clan!

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On the ancient altar, the thick smell of blood permeated the air, which was extremely pungent.

This altar is square, a hundred zhang wide, and is engraved with mysterious talismans, which are extremely delicate, and the lines are staggered, forming an esoteric magic circle.

And at the four corners of the altar, there is a quaint stone pillar, and the dragon statue on the stone pillar wall is winding and lifelike, exuding a vicissitudes of life, obviously the years are very old.

At this moment, in the altar, many of the clansmen who guarded the clan knelt on the ground, with grief, helplessness and panic on their faces.

Among them was the dying patriarch, lying in the arms of a woman, with red blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth, and his chest as if he had been twisted by a blade, and his flesh and blood were blurred, revealing the white bones of the forest. A pair of eyes, but always glaring resentfully at those intruders.

In these tribesmen, they are guarded by a group of black-clothed Japanese monks.

Each of them held a katana in their hands, glowing with a cold light, and looked at them indifferently, as if they were looking at an inanimate corpse, without a trace of emotion.

Not far away, there were some disciples and elders who looked at a small black hole in the middle of the altar and were amazed.

The sound of the dragon's groan just now came from this altar.

"Yes, it seems that this trick still works. ”

The one who spoke was a man in a moon-white shirt, his face seemed to be very young, his skin was fair, quite handsome, and even there was a hint of charm between his eyebrows, seemingly sissy, but extremely feminine.

And at the center of his eyebrows, there is a cherry blossom mark engraved on it, occasionally emitting a faint glow.

At this moment, he was still holding a corpse in his hand, judging from the corpse, it was only an eleven or twelve-year-old girl, with a deep blood mark on her neck, and the warm blood was dripping into the black hole.

"Plop!"

He threw the corpse aside in his hand, took out a white handkerchief, and gently wiped his slender hands.

"Yes, the blood of this guardian clan can indeed revive the sleeping dragon vein, it seems that there must be a dragon vein underneath. ”

The man in white said lightly, his eyes fell on Liu Shatong, the head of the Southern Wilderness faction next to him, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a bewitching smile, "Thank you very much for bringing us this news in time, and it will save us the time to go to the Demon Realm to find the map." ”

Liu Shatong's face was indifferent, wearing a gray robe, and he said indifferently:

"The Xuanyuan dragon vein was divided into three parts by the emperor god of the year, and they were hidden in different places, you have already obtained one part, and now you are about to get the other part, so what was promised to me before, should there be an answer. ”

The man in white shirt smiled faintly: "Don't worry, when we dig out this part of the dragon vein, we will definitely help you set foot in the fairy world, and your words count." ”

Liu Shatong nodded and didn't say anything more.

The man in the white shirt clapped his palms and said to those subordinates: "Bring those clansmen here, drain all their blood, and be sure to wake up the sleeping Xuanyuan Dragon Vein and prepare to arrest them." ”

"Yes!"

Ignoring the cries and cries for help of the clansmen, the black-clothed monks dragged them one by one to the black hole of the altar.

The cold knife in his hand glowed with a serene light.

The man in the white shirt saw a handsome and white girl who collapsed to the ground in fright, crying incessantly, so he walked over, lightly picked up the other party's chin, and said with a smile: "What to cry about, sometimes death also indicates a new life, don't be afraid." ”

"Please...... Please let us go......" The girl was so frightened that she couldn't stop crying.

"Smack!"

A slap landed on the girl's cheek, cracking the corner of the other person's mouth and spilling blood.

"Ask, you should have a begging look, if you don't kneel down and kowtow, how do I know if you really want to ask or fake it?" said the man in white shirt gently, with a smile on his face.

A wave of shame welled up in the girl's heart, and she looked at the people and was about to kneel.

"Don't kneel!!"

At this time, the old patriarch who was originally dying seemed to have returned to the light, his face flushed, and his blood-red eyes stared at her, "We are the people who protect the clan, except for the emperor god, no one is qualified to let us kneel!

The girl hesitated, clenching her pink fist and not speaking.

The man in the white shirt sneered, patted the girl's cheek, walked over and looked down at the old patriarch, stepped on the other party's face, and rubbed it slowly: "People are old, their backbone is not old, you can." ”

The old patriarch stared at him like a poisonous snake on his cheeks, and said word by word: "It's just a barbarian, but a pig and a dog, you dare to alarm the dragon god! Sooner or later—you will pay the price!"

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