After returning to the main house, the dragon madness did not lie down on the bed to rest, but summoned the mad god to punish the holy sword, and then instructed Cui'er: "Cui'er, I will rest first, and I won't see anyone." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Cui'er thought for a moment and smiled evilly: "Anyone? Including Yuan Yun? ”

"Hmm."

The dragon madness nodded, and then forced out a drop of blood from the tip of his index finger, dripped onto the mad god punishment holy knife, and entered the mysterious space inside the knife.

After standing firm, he looked left and right, and then shouted, "Sword Spirit!" ”

As soon as the shouting started, a silver figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and asked coldly, "Is there something wrong?" ”

The dragon madness looked at it and commanded, "Wake me up in eight hours." ”

"Yes." The sword spirit answered, and quickly disappeared.

"Hoo ......"

The dragon madness took a deep breath, then lay down on the ground, trying to balance his breathing and fall asleep as quickly as possible.

The reason why he chose to enter the space inside the knife to rest was because he didn't want to be disturbed by others.

With war on the horizon, he urgently needs to rest and recharge his batteries to prepare for the brutal battles ahead.

However, his eyes were closed, but he still had so many thoughts in his mind that he couldn't sleep at all.

After a while, he became a little agitated, opened his eyes suddenly, and shouted, "Sword Spirit, knock me unconscious, wake me up in eight hours." ”

"Something's wrong!"

The sword spirit did not appear, but only a cold sarcastic remark came.

The dragon madness had no choice but to recite the "Sutra of Tranquility" silently, hoping to purify his mind and fall asleep as soon as possible.

However, for eight long hours, although his eyes were closed, his mind became clearer.

Time passed slowly.

Suddenly, a silver light flashed, and the sword spirit stood beside him and said, "Get up, eight hours have come." ”

"Hoo ......"

The dragon leaped to his feet and breathed a heavy sigh of relief, his expression looking disappointed.

Stunned for a moment, he didn't pay attention to the sword spirit, but immediately pinched his hand and left the mysterious space inside the knife.

In the main room, Cui'er was sitting on the bed, staring blankly at the mad god sword with a very complicated expression on her face.

Seeing the dragon madness appear, she immediately stood up, frowned and said, "Young Master, more than two hours ago, the Xuanxun Tree Demon sent back the news that the spatial teleportation gate of the Netherworld seems to be about to be completed. ”

"Well, after that, is there any other news?"

Hearing this news, Long Mad's face suddenly became solemn.

"Nope." Cui'er shook her head.

"Hmm."

The dragon madness nodded slightly, and then paced around the room in circles, looking thoughtful.

After more than a quarter of an hour, he stopped and asked, "Did anyone come to visit during my rest?" ”

Cui'er thought about it for a moment and replied: "Lin Hengqing, Jiang Shanying, Zhou Yiming, Wu Hengtai, etc., ......"

"The Netherworld is about to attack, Qin Huaizhan didn't react at all......"

After listening to this, the dragon madness was a little surprised.

With Qin Huaizhan's cultivation and ability, he would definitely be able to perceive that the Netherworld army would soon be teleported to this cultivation plane.

However, I don't know what the reason is, Qin Huaizhan didn't come to look for the dragon madness to discuss countermeasures.

Is it calm or indifferent?

The dragon couldn't guess.

However, after thinking about it, he was secretly glad that Qin Huaizhan did not come to him.

Because, if Qin Huaizhan learned that he was going to lead the Tiger Battalion and launch a surprise attack on the Netherworld army, he would definitely stop it.

After pondering for a moment, the dragon pursed his lips and smiled, and then pulled Cui'er out of the main house and flew into the back mountain woods.

……

At this time, there was no panic in the Houshan barracks, and there was no heavy atmosphere.

The soldiers of the Tiger Battalion continued to rest in their tents, learn from each other, or drink and laugh as usual.

"All assembled!"

Seeing the arrival of the dragon madness and Cui'er, Lan Yueteng, who was sitting in front of the big army tent, stood up suddenly, and then shouted to his subordinates.

It is worthy of a well-trained Tiger battalion, and it only took a few breaths to assemble.

The dragon madness looked left and right, found Qinglong's figure, and commanded softly: "Qinglong, you go to the refining workshop and get back all the low-grade immortal armor I asked to refine." ”

"Yes!"

The green dragon complied, and then teleported away.

Seeing that he was able to teleport, Cui'er couldn't help but secretly admire, and said to herself: "Ancient Green Dragon Soul...... It's really powerful, and it can actually drive the body of the Yuan Infant to teleport. ”

Hearing her words, the dragon madness turned his head sideways and smiled, and said, "What's so strange, the green dragon has been inherited by the ancestral god!" ”

"I see......"

After knowing the reason, Cui'er suddenly realized.

About this secret of Qinglong, she heard the dragon madness talk about it for the first time.

With a slight groan, she was also happy for the dragon madness.

Obtaining the inheritance of the ancestral god means that Qinglong will sooner or later take over the position of the emperor of the dragon clan.

In other words, with the brother Qinglong, the dragon madness is equivalent to getting the support of the entire dragon clan, and there is an extremely powerful ally on the road to growth.

Therefore, the more Cui'er thought about it, the happier she became, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Long Mad looked at her unbearable appearance, felt very puzzled, and asked softly, "Cui'er, what are you laughing at?" ”

"I didn't ...... It's nothing. ”

"Young master, look, Qinglong is back."

Cui'er covered her mouth and shook her head, just when she saw the green dragon flying back, she hurriedly raised her finger to change the topic.

The dragon madness glanced at her helplessly, then strode forward and said to Qinglong, "How many armors are there?" ”

"Less than 300 ......"

Qinglong took the storage ring and poured out all the lower-grade immortal armor inside.

The dragon madness looked at the armor as tall as a hill, frowned, and muttered, "Not enough for three hundred...... It seems that this operation can't bring the monks of the Leng Emperor's Mansion with us......"

Originally, he planned to take the Tiger Battalion and the monks of the Cold Emperor's Mansion to the extrastellar void to raid the Netherworld army that had just teleported, killing them with a firm foothold.

But now that the number of inferior immortal armor is insufficient, for the sake of safety, he immediately changed his plan.

After thinking about it for a while, he looked at the soldiers of the Tiger Battalion in front of him and said, "I need four hundred soldiers to carry out an extremely important task with me. ”

Hearing his words, some of the more than 600 soldiers of the Tiger Battalion stepped forward and took a few steps back.

"Good."

The dragon madness nodded with satisfaction, and then said, "The only child in the family, take a step back!" If your children are still young, take a step back! Brothers within 10 years of their marriage, take a step back. ”

However, none of the 400 soldiers retreated.

Obviously, many of them met the three conditions mentioned by the dragon madness.

But as warriors, they disobeyed the orders of the dragon madness for the first time.

Looking at the soldiers who did not move, Long Mad was very moved in his heart, but he still said loudly without changing his face: "I repeat: the only son in the family, take a step back!" If your children are still young, take a step back! Within ten years of being married, take a step back. ”

He spoke in a stern voice, even with a hint of anger.

However, the soldiers remained where they were, not following his orders.