There were no twists and turns in the ancient tree space, and Lang Yu sank as if he had thrown himself into a deep well.

Golden light, purple gas, thunder pattern. When it went down to Qizhang, the color in the ancient tree changed, and the wings of Jinpeng came out uninvited, covering the small space.

Falling down again, ring-shaped carvings appeared in Lang Yu's consciousness and in front of his eyes.

The first circle is a golden-eyed roc, wings flying, looking down on the group, there is a wisp of purple flying feathers on the head, majestic and sacred, sword feathers are open, claws like hooks. The top of his head was surrounded by three divine lights: blue, purple, and gold.

This is the ontological image of a Dapeng bird, with a miniature Danfeng eye full of expression, just a relief shape, as if a kind of coercion is naturally born, and all living beings are smaller than it. I don't know who is working on this sculpture, it is fascinating and lifelike.

Under the white clouds is a vast snowfield, and on the top of the majestic snow-capped mountain stands a huge long-necked white dove with an iron beak and iron claws. The eyes are like knives, and they are ready to fly.

Layers of red clouds under the snow-capped mountains are as brilliant as the morning glow, and a nine-tailed fire peacock hovers in a fiery aura, with three feathers in front of its head rolled upside down, and the flames are golden. Tighten the claw probe and lead the neck to roar.

Further down, Lang Yu is familiar, the Three Emperors Palace, Biwa Jinque, and then the Demon Emperor Palace, column by column, layer by layer, falling down the ladder in a zigzag shape, and finally even the three teleportation platforms are completely depicted.

This is a complete heavenly palace, and it is exactly what Lang Yu saw.

Next is the third layer of the Demon King of the Heavenly Palace, and finally the Twelve Heavenly Monarch Layer, the twelve gates of the Heavenly Palace.

The further down the carving, the more complicated it became, and in the end it had shrunk many times.

Finally, there are three hundred and six of the Tianpeng clan, four hundred and nine of the Tianlong clan, and seven hundred and two of the Tianshi clan. Each race has a name and a picture, and the forms are different, and they are lined up for more than 20 zhang.

Lang Yu couldn't help but secretly marvel at the grandeur of the Heavenly Palace in his heart. But how did such a behemoth fall? because of the invasion of the Terrans?

Is there no human race in this realm? So where did the human race come from, from its past life?

Lang Yu shook his head, if he said so, he was also an intruder, how could he be called the Holy Lord?

The Heartless Ancestor had already stood still, bowing down and bowing down.

"The old slave visited the emperor, and sure enough, the holy lord arrived, and the old slave was fortunate not to be dishonored. ”

It seemed to be the end of the road below, and in a huge spherical space, the fire aura was tumbling like waves.

Lang Yu looked carefully, and there was no one among them.

"Hmm, why isn't there a Heavenly Palace Relic?"

Suddenly, the voice sounded again, this time with feelings, but with doubts. In the sea of fire, a stream of clear qi appeared and converged towards the center.

Lang Yu frowned, and his heart chuckled.

Oops.

"Please come out to me, the patriarch. ”

Outside the Xiaotian Palace, a golden eagle that covers the sky and the sun stands on the altar, and the birds look up below.

"Who is this?"

"Where did it come from?"

"Come down! That's the holy platform, how can you be wild!"

The iron-backed dove, the golden flame eagle, and the two tiger-headed black-feathered birdmen flew in the air.

"Hahahaha...... You are not qualified to take care of me. Get out!" the golden-winged eagle, with a shake of its giant wings, ten thousand feathers in unison, a golden light flashed in the sky, and four birdmen flew away upside down wrapped in their wings.

There is more than one level of difference, and four guards are not enough for one at all.

Under the altar of "Tengteng Teng ......", the birds flew away.

It's a devil.

The huge mountain of trees opened, and three old men flew out. Looking at the behemoth on the altar, I was furious.

What kind of place is that, the place where the altar is opened to worship the ancestors, and it is actually standing on it, this is a direct contempt for the Shenpeng tribe, and it is no different from scolding the ancestors for eight generations.

The old man in green tightened his eyebrows and tightened them, and closed them again and again. Finally took a long breath.

"Are you Diao Hu? that is, a member of the Shenpeng clan, you should know what kind of crime this is!"

"Hahahaha, surnamed Kong, remember the Mulan clan back then. Relying on your identity as the patriarch to arrange all the descendants of the Kong family into the Heavenly Palace for enlightenment, hum, I don't know what kind of cultivation those two juniors are now!

I am afraid that Kong Xiang has already forgotten the clan ratio back then, but I didn't expect that after more than 300 years, Diao Hu is still haunted.

"Evil obstacles!" Kong Xiang hadn't spoken yet, and Zhu Tong's eyes beside him were about to pop out with anger.

"If my clan remembers correctly, you were expelled from the competition because of the manslaughter of the clan, intending to murder the descendants of the two old patriarchs. If it weren't for your mother's sake, how could you have lived to this day, without gratitude, but to take revenge, Diao Hu, you are also a descendant of Shenpeng, trampling on the holy platform, you are guilty!"

"Hahahaha...... You are wrong, Ben Shuai's surname is Jin, Jin Sande. What a credit my mother has, it's just that she was too merciful to be robbed of the position of patriarch by you, and you also have the face to say about me!"

"You ......"

"You're no match for me, please come out of that golden-winged boy. And I'm going to take three more bones today. "The golden-winged eagle Jin Sande is condescending and has no fear of the three people.

With his cultivation, this Shenpeng tribe can be swept away.

No matter what the reason was, it was they who forced themselves to sell themselves as pet beasts, and the shame of three hundred years, now that they are here, how can they give up.

For Lang Yu, that kid can just run, but he has a good bloodline. Jin Zhenmo asked him to monitor and inspect, but he wanted to startle the snake and drive Lang Yu out.

Kong Xiang's eyes shrunk slightly, looking at Jin Sande on the altar, this kid has excellent qualifications, but unfortunately, his heart is not right. He never expected that he would dare to trample on the holy platform.

"You come down to plead yourself, for your mother's sake, the patriarch will let you leave the Shenpeng tribe, and you will never step into it again in the future!"

"Hahahaha! Do you think I'll come again?! Bunch of shit, hand that kid over so I don't have to do it. ”

"Diao Hu!" another old man in gold shouted angrily: "You are looking for death!"

The golden-winged eagle flew over with its wings: "I'm looking for you, can you kill me!"

With a flick of his wings, the white feather sword flew towards the Heavenly Palace like raindrops.

People don't die if they don't look for death, and people who look for death often don't know that they are looking for death.

With a cultivation of more than one realm, the golden-winged eagle naturally thinks that it can completely abuse the Shenpeng tribe, and it is here to repay its grievances. The three demon general-level patriarchs were not in his eyes at all, a piece of flying feathers, and they didn't lock on to the three of them, and his goal was to break the Heavenly Palace.

"Huh!"

Blinding white light slammed into the mountain of trees with just a flicker.

"Protect the Heavenly Palace!"

Kong Xiang drank urgently.

But it was too late, there were many guards and demon generals who came around, but no one expected that in front of the three patriarchs, Diao Hu would really dare to attack the Heavenly Palace. By the time he reacted, the Heavenly Palace had already been scattered and a big hole had been opened.

Xiaotiangong is also the holy land of the Shenpeng clan, no one has ever dared to touch it, and it is impossible for foreign demons to come in, so there is no prohibition or formation. The golden-winged eagle can be proud, and it blasted away the three patriarchs with one blow, and the heavenly palace was shaken.

"Whoosh—— whoosh!"

Blue, red, blue, green, black, white and yellow, hundreds of demon birds present, no matter how high or low they cultivated, all pounced on the Heavenly Palace, densely covered several layers, and the big hole that was blasted was filled.

"Diao Hu, you evil obstacle! The Holy Lord is here, and you dare to be presumptuous!" Kong Xiang roared angrily.

The golden-winged eagle rose a few feet more.

"Don't blame me, this is the one who is looking for him. Hehe, can you keep him? Get out of here!"

"Huh!"

The second golden light flew down.

"Bang!

The second- and third-order demon generals can still stand tall, but those low-level demon birds that have not yet transformed are miserable, flying all over the sky, and blood is splashed in the Heavenly Palace. The elephant tore open a goose feather quilt, blood splattered on the feathers, and snowflakes rose up, and even the entire heavenly palace of trees and mountains trembled.

"Whew-"

"Whew-"

In the distant sky, hundreds of clansmen flew quickly, spreading the sky like clouds.

"Protect the Heavenly Palace!"

In the midst of the cheers, on the tree of the Heavenly Palace, which was covered with five-colored heavenly birds, the Xuanguang was blazing, and the natal magic weapon enveloped half of the mountain.

However......

"It's too weak. ”

The Golden Winged Peng fought crookedly, and the nest qi that had accumulated for hundreds of years was finally vented. The three golden wings were raised backwards, and the third spell was to break through the Heavenly Palace.

Inside the sacred tree, the red light was brilliant, and the inextricable white threads converged together, becoming an erratic egg. Translucent, like a liquid, swimming in flames.

The voice in the empty tree, only Lang Yu heard it, and instantly guessed what the so-called holy relic was. But he didn't dare to say it, because it was impossible to take it.

So what should I do with my holy master? Do you retreat, or do you ......

Lang Yu took a long breath and pushed his nose, just to see what the Heartless Ancestor said. Anyway, the Holy Lord is recognized by yourself, if you want to try, I don't care about those few drops of blood, if you regret it, I will leave immediately.

But when the transparent jade egg was stable, the Heartless Ancestor turned around and gave a salute.

"Ask the Holy Lord to sacrifice the blood. ”

Oh, if you don't give up, then sacrifice.

But how could Lang Yu know that the old tree spirit didn't hear the transmission of the emperor egg at all. It was a secret of the Heavenly Palace, and he was not qualified to know it.

Three drops of essence blood, bright red with a touch of purple qi dripped down, passed through the red light, and sank into the emperor's egg.

"Hum—"

The red light on the emperor's egg was shining, like a ball of blood dissolving.

"Buzzing ......" With the sharp sound, the red light of the emperor's egg shrank one by one, and the light became longer and longer, and after three breaths, it suddenly burst open, and the two couldn't help but close their eyes.

When he opened it again, the fire qi of the entire space was like a hundred streams returning to the sea, and it quickly retracted into the emperor's egg.

Lang Yu narrowed his eyes and looked carefully, and in the egg egg that was as white and transparent as an egg white, the red light condensed into a miniature golden feather peacock head.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a shock in the space, as if someone had shaken the water cup, and the emperor egg shook and spread out.

"Looking for a dead junior!"

The rebirth of the Emperor Spirit failed, and the old face of the Heartless Ancestor was distorted, and he raised his staff and threw it above his head with a crooked mouth and gritted his teeth.

"Go!"