In the sky above Dongting Lake outside the city of Baling, Jingnan, turbid waves are in the sky, and black clouds are piled up.

There was a roar of thunder, and the sky was completely filled with electric light, and the thick clouds swirled into a bottomless whirlpool, like a scene of annihilation.

A tall old man dressed in a five-clawed golden dragon embroidered robe, suspended in the void, holding an electric sword, white light circulating around his body, like a god.

"The old man wants to go against the sky today and achieve the holy position!" The old man grabbed in the air, and he drank like thunder.

"Daoist ......" A young man shouted below: "Today is a gloomy day, the clouds are gathered, there are endless dangers, and I hope that the Daoist will think twice, don't be impulsive!"

"Hahahaha, Yuan Xin, you retreat!" The old man laughed wildly: "The cultivators of my generation are originally sailing against the current, fighting for the first line in the Heavenly Dao. If there is no such danger, how can we break through the difficulties of the Great Dao and cultivate the Holy Realm?"

"The old man heard that the Western Kingdom was named Byzantium, and the first marshal of the country was struck by thunder, and he was able to break through the mystery of cultivation and break through the realm, and he was called the god of thunder. His cultivation is just a true venerable, and I am already a half-saint master, I am a god of the sky, and I am good at controlling thunder and lightning, how can I be afraid of thunder and thunder?"

The young man Okamoto shook his head helplessly, thinking that the Taoist master was only afraid that he was old and confused.

That Byzantine marshal borrowed thunder to refine his body, but what he encountered was not the great tribulation from the Heavenly Realm to the Holy Realm, and now the Dao Lord is forcibly leading the clouds to cross the Great Heavenly Tribulation, and the danger should be thousands of times greater, how can this be compared?

This old man is naturally the Shenxiao Dao Lord Long Zhanye, the overlord of the generation in Jingzhou.

But seeing the dragon fighting the wild electric sword asking the sky, the thunderstorm became more and more fierce, the chaotic lightning was agitated, and the lake water that rushed to the sky was scorched by the electric light, and then turned into a blazing steam to disperse.

Okamoto confidently knew that his cultivation was insufficient. If you are hit by a flash of lightning on the side, you will be crushed to pieces, and you will not be able to fly away to a distant place where the swirling magic clouds cannot be enveloped.

The ink clouds shone with a terrifying blood, as if the sky was crying.

The thunder grew sharper and sharper, like the roar of an ancient beast. Shocking.

Long Zhanye let out a long roar, spit out a thunderball in his palm, and in an instant, the sky was full of thunder, and they were all attracted towards him.

The swirls of ink clouds in the sky grew larger and larger, and the blood light was blazing like the scorching sun. The thunderstorm turned into all sorts of ghosts, swirling and dancing, as if opening the gates of hell.

"Xianmen ......" Long Zhanye muttered in his mouth: "The old man lived to be more than sixty years old, and finally saw the corner of Xianmen......"

Okamoto was surprised in confidence, and now the magic clouds were rolling in the sky. The blood light is filled, it is clearly a scene of Senluo Hell, where did the immortal gate come from?

"Shine!" Long Zhanye's voice was sonorous, and he said in a crazy manner: "When the old man rules the world, he will throw the affairs of the world to the boys and fly away from the fairy gate!"

The electric sword was taken out of his hand in an instant, rising against the storm, shuttling between thunderstorms. The blood-colored clouds of ink roared like a sea of rage.

The chaotic fog filled the air, and together with the thunder light, enveloped the dragon battle field. Endless murderous aura, crushing down towards the dragon battle field.

Long Zhanye flicked his fingers to resist thunder, and squeezed the lightning between his palms and fingers, although he was old, his pupils were bursting with essence, implying an invincible will.

Let the thunder roll around you. He only galloped in the sky, just like countless times on the battlefield as if he had entered a no-man's land.

In the thunder waterfall, there are thunder laws turned into soldiers, fierce beasts, and monsters, roaring hideously, and swooping towards the dragon warfield. But he was swept away by his Dao power, and with the help of his strength, the thunder and light turned into invisible.

The whirlpool on the clouds continued to expand, and the thunder grew more and more violent. In the ocean-like thunder, Long Zhanye is just a drop in the ocean, but it attracts the qi of the entire sea.

Okamoto Shin couldn't see Long Zhanye's figure at all, and the incessant thunder was full of ferocity, which made him feel terrified in his heart even if he had retreated far away.

This is Tianwei.

Every strong person who wants to become holy has to fight against the terrifying Tianwei to the extreme, and if he succeeds, he will stand at the pinnacle of the world, only one step away from the immortals, and if he fails, he will be wiped out.

Suddenly, the rolling thunder died down.

Okamoto Nobu looked into the distance in surprise.

Obviously, the sky was still covered with dark clouds, but the blood light faded in an instant, and the dense chaotic cracks also disappeared.

From such a distance, with Okamoto Shin's extraordinary eyesight, Dao Lord Long Zhanye was just a small black spot. However, at this moment, he saw the situation there clearly.

A door opened faintly, and a fairy light shone down.

The ethereal light to the extreme cannot be described in detail in the language of the world, but as long as you see the slightest hint, you will firmly believe that it comes from the fairy realm, the supreme world beyond the human world.

Okamoto's confidence twitched.

The Dao Lord is finally going to be holy, and from now on, Shenxiao Dao will have a saint-level master, and it will be even more powerful in terms of name and reality.

However, the lifespan of a saint-level master is as long as one hundred and fifty years, unless Long Zhanye can really succeed in unifying the world, the Dao heart will be unhindered, and he will ascend to become a god. Otherwise, several sons will die of old age before their fathers, and there will be no chance of succession.

Long Zhanye let out a wild laugh, and lightning burst out from his body, and he once again evolved the thunder and lightning in the sky with the power of one person.

"Hahahaha......"

However, Long Zhanye's next sentence was: "The dragon fights in the wild, and its blood is yellow...... Chaowen said, death can be carried out. ”

His face was a mixture of epiphany and amazement, regret and relief.

In the moment before he died, Long Zhanye finally realized what the realm of a saint was.

Although he broke through to the strength of the Holy Realm, he had a loss in the number of great gains, and he was not tolerated by heaven and earth.

The peerless master who couldn't be damaged by the thunder in the sky, under the light of a trace of fairy light, lost all his vitality in an instant,

Immortal light enveloped his body, and then there was a loud bang.

Long Zhanye turned into a piece of charcoal in an instant, and fell from the sky.

And his electric sword was directly burned and melted by the fairy light, and there was not the slightest left.

The mutation suddenly occurred, Okamoto Shin exclaimed, and swooped over with his flying sword.

Three hours later, he sensed the breath of Long Zhanye from the turbid waves in the sky, and fished out the charred corpse that had been completely charred out of the water.

......

A young man stood opposite Okamoto Shin.

This young man is extremely tall, more than 1.9 meters tall, with strong arms, bright eyes, and a knife-and-axe-like face that is both masculine and handsome.

If there is a disadvantage, it is that his waist is not well proportioned, and if you look at him from a distance and do not notice his giant-like size, it is easy to give birth to the illusion of short legs.

This person is the third son of Long Zhanye, named Long Aotian, who is twenty-eight years old this year.

"The eldest brother has already succeeded to the throne. Long Aotian looked down at Gang Yuanxin and said calmly.

"Third son, I'm sorry. Okamoto shin lowered his head and said.

Long Aotian patted Gang Yuanxin on the shoulder: "It's not your fault. In fact, I should have guessed that since the old thing took the risk to survive the catastrophe, it proved that he would not live for a few years. Sure enough, when he failed to cross the catastrophe, the eldest brother immediately took out the old thing's pre-written suicide note, saying that he assassinated a strong enemy in his early years, and was seriously injured and the origin, and now he has only one year of life left, so he fights to the death, and if he fails, he will take the eldest brother as the lord of the sky......"

Gang Yuanxin sighed and said: "If there is no suicide note, the last general will be able to pretend to pass on the master's will for the third son." The lord knew that the eldest prince was weak and sickly, but he still insisted on making the eldest prince his heir......"

Long Aotian sneered: "The old thing has always believed that the abolition of the long and the young is the source of trouble, no matter how good my Long Aotian is, what is the use?"

He raised his hand again and said: "In the Beimang area, the situation has changed a lot recently. I'm going to take a trip to the grasslands. ”

Okamoto Shin was taken aback, but he knew that no one could dissuade him from making a decision made by the third prince. Therefore, he did not ask the specific reason, but said, "Do you want to accompany the general?"

Long Aotian shook his head: "If you go north with me, won't you be sitting down and already taking refuge in me?" I will take Gu Xichao with you, you stay by the eldest brother's side, monitor the movement at any time, and don't make any mistakes!"

When he said the last few words, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, which made Okamoto Shin secretly frightened.

But he is also convinced that such courage is worthy of taking charge of the Shenxiao Dao, a thousand-year-old faction that dominates Jingzhou. And the eldest son, who has been injured since birth and has been sick for a long time, is really difficult to make Okamoto Shin have half a sense of loyalty. (To be continued......)