Half a month has passed since the crisis of the Demon Dragon Palace, and during this period, Long Xiang's cultivation has also recovered as before, returning to the dual realm of earth and martial arts.

Under the leadership of him, Li Xiong and Hua Yuntian, the Demon Dragon Hall is also gradually on the right track, and the entire force has three powerhouses of the Earth Martial Realm, Li Xiong is one of them, the peak of the Earth Martial Realm, and the entire Northern Emperor Domain is also the peak existence. The second is Long Xiang, the real hall master of the Demon Dragon Palace, although the actual cultivation is only the second level of the Earth Martial Realm, but the means are extraordinary, and it is not weak compared to the strong people of the Eighth Level of the Earth Martial Realm. The third is Hua Yuntian, the powerhouse of the earth and martial realm.

The forces standing in the Northern Imperial Domain, if they can reach this lineup, they can definitely be regarded as first-class forces, even if this area is the territory of the demon clan, few people are willing to provoke the current Demon Dragon Palace, otherwise they will kill themselves.

The Demon Dragon Hall was beginning to take shape, but Long Xiang's tense mood did not relax much.

When he was forced to this place by the Wind Devouring Sect, he had sworn that he would go back to take revenge within a year, and although this one-year period was still a while away, he already had absolute strength.

In the Demon Dragon Palace, Long Xiang closed his eyes and sank his mind, the faint sound of snorting fluctuated, he hadn't enjoyed such a stable life for a long time, this feeling was too beautiful, too comfortable, and too nostalgic.

Since the Eastern Emperor Domain, he has not enjoyed a moment of peace, except for being hunted down and killed, he is hindered by various difficulties, and he has to be afraid at all times, for fear that he will be in a different place if he is not careful, and few people are willing to try this kind of life.

Long Xiang often meditates when he is alone, what is he doing in this life, whether he is pursuing the extreme realm of martial arts or for the heavy responsibility on his shoulders, maybe the two coexist, if you want to resist the burden on your shoulders, you have to bravely reach the peak of martial arts, otherwise what will you do to save the people?

But is it all worth it in the end? What does Rong Ma want to do in the end of half his life? Is it the Supreme Emperor who is admired by all people? Or is it turned into a handful of loess that no one cares about?

At this moment, he seemed a little lost, and even lost himself.

"I am the Dragon Emperor, and it is my mission to recover my dragon clan, but my dragon clan has finally become a thing of the past, the human race has risen, and there are countless strong people, this is the way of heaven, should my dragon clan go against the heavens against the laws of heaven?"

Long Xiang was confused, "Is the reincarnation of this life just adhering to the will of the previous life?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of the old dragon who was far away in the divine domain.

Long Xiang didn't know the true identity of the old dragon, but he knew that the old dragon was bent on wanting to disappear for hundreds of millions of years, the ruler of the dragon clan, to return to the world, maybe this was for the race, or maybe it was for his own selfish desires, who could say clearly?

"Ling'er, are you okay?"

Thinking about it, a familiar and beautiful face appeared in my mind, so fresh and refined, sinking fish and geese.

Until this moment, Long Xiang seemed to have figured out something again, yes, he knew what he was fighting for, and he moved forward fearlessly, just for the red face of the past and present life, the girl who made him want to protect for the rest of his life.

Zhao Ling'er, the person of reincarnation, the god phoenix immortal in the mouth of the old dragon, of course, Long Xiang is unfamiliar with this title, he doesn't know what kind of entanglement Zhao Ling'er had with himself in his previous life, but the old dragon is bent on getting rid of her, which is not allowed by Long Xiang.

"God's Domain? This day is coming soon, before that, let's go back and see these roads that have been walked step by step over the years, are they all okay? Father, mother, grandfather, they may also miss me!"

His eyes were slightly moist, Long Xiang sighed, slowly raised his tired eyelids, and a few fine lights flashed in his clear eyes.

"Wind Devouring Sect, it's time to find out, cut off all the ties that once were, and take every step of the way. ”

The next day, Long Xiang returned to Xiao Xue City in the Western Imperial Domain through the teleportation array.

The scene in the city has not changed much, the intricately intersecting streets are still bustling, all kinds of cries are endless, and the disciples of the Wind Devouring Sect can be vaguely seen in the crowded crowd.

"Hmph, it seems that the Wind Devouring Sect has been living comfortably for this period of time!"

Long Xiang looked at the disciples of the Wind Devouring Sect and sneered, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, the angry flames burned in his eyes, and the majestic Long Yuan, who had been silent for a long time in his body, was also about to move, looking very uneasy.

In the entire Xiao Xue City, only the disciples of the Wind Devouring Sect could be seen, and the disciples of the Tiyun Sect had not yet shown their traces, which couldn't help but make Long Xiang feel bad, and he had a vague bad premonition in his heart.

At the beginning, the Wind Devouring Sect Master Wang Yuan fought against the Tiyun Sect Master Sun Yang, and the latter was forced to use the forbidden method to forcibly improve his cultivation, so that he could barely compete with the former, but the forbidden method was only a short-term and very disadvantageous ability after all, once the flaws were exposed, he would be in danger, and it was difficult to predict in the end.

Before, Long Xiang thought that it might just be a lose-lose situation, but now it seems that this is not the case, otherwise how could the entire Xiao Xuecheng not see the disciples of the Tiyun Sect?

Long Xiang didn't stop too much in the city, he just went straight to the mountain gate of Tiyun Sect, and when he arrived at this familiar master's gate, he was completely dumbfounded.

The once huge and magnificent portal has been reduced to ruins, and the ladder is incomplete, and the buildings standing on the ladder are all in ruins, and there is not even a single figure left, only the tragic scene left after the great war.

Judging from the destroyed buildings, you can clearly feel the fierce battle between the two battles that day.

This scene made Long Xiang's eyes bloodshot, and suddenly there was a burst of blood-red light, and the bloodthirsty aura instantly swept the audience, and the birds and beasts within a radius of ten miles were all frightened and flew around.

After all, this tragic scene was caused by him, if it wasn't for his audacity and ransacking the resources of the Sealed Mountain, the Wind Devouring Sect would not have an excuse to attack the Tiyun Sect, in the final analysis, the culprit was himself, how could Long Xiang not blame himself?

Heavy footsteps on the blood-soaked brown land, Long Xiang's every blood in the blood of Long Yuan was restless, if it wasn't for his desperate restraint, I'm afraid it would have erupted long ago.

Scattered among the vast ruins lay corpses, the strong smell of blood and rancid stench that stimulated Long Xiang's sense of smell, which made his tear ducts sour.

After remembering this ruin for a long time with a heavy heart, just as Long Xiang was about to leave this place, a familiar and somewhat frightened voice sounded in a corner.

"Who are you, and why are you here?"

Long Xiang looked at the source of the voice, it was a young man, still wearing the clothes of a shabby disciple of the outer sect of the Tiyun Sect, with a broken sword hanging from his waist.

This person had a delicate face, his emaciated face was covered with dust, his black hair was unkempt, full of dirt, like a beggar, but it was such a face that made Long Xiang's eyes moisten.

"Li Fei, I'm Long Xiang, you don't know me anymore?"

Long Xiang shouted excitedly, and rushed to Li Fei's side with an arrow step.

"Long Xiang, are you Long Xiang?"

Li Fei was puzzled at first, and then showed a sudden expression.

"Why are you back? Now this is the world of the Wind Devouring Sect, you hurry up and go, never come back, the Tiyun Sect no longer exists, the sect master died in battle, the elders and brothers died and surrendered, now the Wind Devouring Sect is in full swing, I can't take revenge, I can only guard the master and wait for death!"

Li Fei roared, his face flushed, and everyone could clearly feel the anger and powerlessness in his body.

There are some things that I want to do, but I have the power to do them, and that feeling is not experienced by myself.

Long Xiang patted him on the shoulder and motioned for him to calm down.

"Don't worry, I'll make the Wind Eater Sect pay. ”

"You, why, not to mention that there are only two of us, even the Tiyun Sect in its heyday will not be the opponent of the Wind Devouring Sect, and there is no hope of revenge. ”

Li Fei sat on the ground with a decadent ass, kept slamming his fists on the solid ground, and roared lowly, like a mad beast.

Long Xiang didn't rush to get married to him, but asked about the whereabouts of the others.

Then Li Fei informed him that in addition to those who surrendered and were captured, some of the people in the Tiyun Sect had escaped, and they did not know where to go, at least there was no safety for their lives, and this news made Long Xiang feel a lot more relieved.

The two talked until dusk, Long Xiang was not in a hurry to go to the Wind Devouring Sect, although he was now comparable to the powerhouse of the Earth Martial Realm Eightfold, but the Wind Devouring Sect Master Wang Yuan was not a fuel-efficient lamp, his own strength had reached the seventh level of the Earth Martial Realm, not to mention, the faint was that the elders and disciples he sat down were a lot of power, and it was undoubtedly self-defeating to kill the past single-handedly.

In the evening, Li Fei was already sleeping on the ruins, and Long Xiang looked up at the bright moon in the dark night sky, and a sneer flashed on his face.

He quietly walked down the ladder, left the Tiyun Sect, and rushed towards the direction of the Wind Devouring Sect alone, and could only feel a cool breeze shuttling through the air in the dark night, like a ghost, and it was difficult to find a trace.

Outside the mountain gate of the Wind Devouring Sect, Long Xiang flew through the sky, and he wanted to fly in directly and silently, but he suddenly realized what if a large attack and killing array was laid around here?

Quietly landed in front of the mountain gate, only to see two disciples guarding the door, both of them are the peak of the heavenly spirit vein, and now such a good thing is not qualified to give Long Xiang to carry shoes, it is obvious that the main gate is the best breakthrough.

In the silence of the night, at one point there was the sound of two sharp blades cutting through the air, and the two fell in response, cutting off their breath.

Pulling out two eyeliners, Long Xiang did not hesitate, and hurriedly dodged into the Wind Devouring Sect, although it was evening, there were still many disciples around chatting or practicing.

However, the strongest of these people is only two or three in the Earth Martial Realm, if Long Xiang hides his breath, it will not be perceptible to the powerhouses of the Heavenly Spirit Realm, so basically no one notices anything abnormal around him.