Under the watchful eyes of the people, a fierce battle began.

The Blue Blood Ancestor turned into a giant, standing still, as if a mountain was standing on the desert, and the strength in his body became more and more majestic.

The sword light was cold, Xia Qing held the Dugu sword and pounced, taking the initiative to launch a fierce attack.

The Blue Blood Ancestor stretched out his hand to block, Xia Qing looked up, and found that the Blue Blood Ancestor's palm was like a huge pu fan, slapping down with a strong wind. Xia Qing immediately changed his move, changing from slashing to stabbing straight, and wanted to pierce the palm of the Blue Blood Ancestor from the bottom up. There was a crisp sound, and a sword stabbed up to make a metal collision sound. The palm of the Blue Blood Ancestor was not damaged in the slightest, but the Dugu Sword in Xia Qing's hand was bent to ninety degrees, and it seemed to be about to break in two.

Xia Qing was shocked, this old devil had already cultivated into an immortal golden body?

Xia Qing quickly remembered a former opponent, Zhao Gui, the young sect master of the Yinshan Sect, who had cultivated into the immortal body of the Zombie King, and his body was extremely strong, and he almost died in his hands at the beginning. Compared to Zhao Gui's Zombie King Immortal Body, the Immortal Golden Body of the Blue Blood Ancestor was even more terrifying!

The Dugu Sword clicked, and the huge palm pressed down like a mountain, and the power became more and more huge, as if the entire heaven and earth were in the hands of the Blue Blood Ancestor.

Xia Qing didn't have time to think about it, so he hurriedly retreated, and he didn't feel at ease until he was seven or eight meters away. Looking down, there was a faint crease on Dugu's sword. Even such a sharp Dugu sword can't pierce it, how strong is the body of the Blue Blood Ancestor? Xia Qing's scalp was numb, and his heart became heavier and heavier, knowing that he still underestimated the big devil of the Blue Blood Ancestor.

"Boy, your sword is good, but it's a pity, the cultivation is too poor, hahahaha......" The Blue Blood Ancestor laughed, his body swelled again, from seven meters to eleven meters high, his hands and feet were big, and his huge face looked down at Xia Qing coldly, reminding Xia Qing of the Ghost Mansion Qingmian Dazun who suddenly descended outside the Shanren Inn that night.

This old devil is definitely not an ordinary master, he is even more terrifying than the national teacher Gufuro!

The reason why he was not as famous as Guvro in the past must have been pretended, he deliberately showed weakness to the outside world and hid his true strength, this guy is the real number one master in the Western Regions!

Xia Qing sweated on his forehead.

"Hahaha, boy, now I finally know that I'm scared? Unfortunately, it's too late. The deity was going to let you live, and if you were detained for twenty years, you didn't want it. If you have to seek death, the deity will have to fulfill you, hahaha......" The Blue Blood Ancestor laughed, his tone changed, and he said substantially: "Cut off your head, just confess to Emperor Dakang as soon as possible, and it is not in vain that the deity spent so much thought, and finally waited for your kid to send it to the door." ”

Xia Qing's heart moved, and he noticed that there was something in the words of the Blue Blood Ancestor, "Old fellow, from the beginning, this was a trap?"

"Clever! It's a little tricky, worthy of a new generation of human emperors, sneaking into the camp to assassinate your father Emperor Xia Changkong, just to lure you out of Wuzhou. The Blue Blood Ancestor smiled and said, "Otherwise, do you think that with the power of the deity and the Blood Demon Gate, your father can still survive?"

Xia Qing's heart sank even more, and he understood that when he received a letter from his eldest brother Xia Yuanba in the Shanren Inn, he had already stepped into a well-arranged trap. The reason why the Blood Demon Gate infiltrated the camp was not really to assassinate his father Xia Changkong, but to lure himself to Panlong Pass! Aunt Yu Qiniang was right, the outside world was really more dangerous than Wuzhou, and in the world, talent was the most terrifying, more terrible than any demon or monster!

The ground shook, and the Blue Blood Ancestor walked towards Xia Qing, his voice echoing in people's ears like a bell, "Boy, don't think about leaving when you come, just accept your fate." For the sake of your head, Emperor Dakang Zhao Zixuan even gave up his heirloom treasure immortal elixir, which can increase the life span and strength of at least nine thousand years, that is the pearl of the immortal treasures. Even if the deity is not moved, there are countless masters who want to kill you for this elixir. After the defeat of Wuzhou, the Dakang Dynasty was on fire everywhere, which was a sign of the new human emperor's impact on the secular dynasty. Zhao Zixuan had to kill you for the sake of the national fortune of his Dakang Dynasty, and it was absolutely impossible to allow a new emperor to be born in the world. So, you just accept your fate, instead of cheapening other old monsters, it's better to fulfill the blood demon Dafa of the deity, hahaha......"

Maybe it was for Xia Qing's sake, or maybe he was too excited to think of the elixir of immortality, and the Blue Blood Ancestor told all the secrets. Taking people's money to eliminate disasters for others, not to mention, what he took from Emperor Dakang Zhao Zixuan was not money, but the elixir of immortality, known as the treasure pearl of the fairy country, which was enough to make people crazy, and of course the blue-blooded ancestor could not avoid vulgarity. He is already too old, and he has been stagnant at the peak of life and death for too long, and he can't break through the bottleneck, which means death for him, and the death limit will come at any time, and it is becoming more and more difficult to prolong his life by plundering the vitality of boys and girls, and the elixir of immortality can just solve his dilemma.

"Damn, Zhao Zixuan, that madman!"

Xia Qing was speechless, and he really had nothing to say to Emperor Dakang Zhao Zixuan. After the defeat of Wuzhou City in the first battle, the Dakang Dynasty, which was greatly injured, really began to turmoil, and the princes from all over the country rose up one after another. At this time, Zhao Zixuan did not find the reason from himself, but blamed himself, thinking that it was his new generation of human emperor who destroyed the national fortunes of the Dakang Dynasty, and this IQ was really speechless.

"Zhao Zixuan is indeed a madman, he can slowly plot and rule the entire Zhongzhou, but he doesn't know what crazy he is, so he has to go to Wuzhou in person. Hehe, don't look at what Wuzhou is. In history, so many dynasties, sects and races have built holy places in Wuzhou, creating all kinds of glory, but who can rule Wuzhou all the time? Not one, it is a treasure land of feng shui, and it is also a cemetery of gods and demons since ancient times, specializing in burying the top powerhouses of various dynasties, Zhao Zixuan is looking for death!"

The Blue Blood Ancestor paused word by word, seemed to know the past and history of Wuzhou very well, paused and said: "However, it's okay, Zhao Zixuan is not looking for death, he is not a madman, how can he hand over the elixir of immortality?" Hahaha, in the end, the heirloom treasure of the Dakang Dynasty is mine, hahaha...... , Xia Qing boy, accept your fate. If you don't want to suffer painful torture before you die, it's better to stretch your neck and wait, the deity promises not to let you suffer, hahaha!"

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed in people's ears, the ground shook, and the Blue Blood Ancestor began to accelerate as he spoke, striding towards Xia Qing. The body became even larger, and it seemed to have swelled again, like a moving mountain pressing towards Xia Qing. The huge, powerful body made Xia Qing suddenly think of the ancient Wuzhou herdsman Feng Ruoxian, and the torrent of the mountain peaks under the little girl's long whip.