"Phew..."

The blood was gone, Qian Shan let out a long breath, the pale red dragon-shaped phantom disappeared into the body, and the bones of the whole body made a crisp sound, and he couldn't help but stretch his waist.

"You little rabbit cub, you're very fat, is the dragon's blood burning god used casually! If Lao Tzu hadn't been here, you would have turned to ashes a long time ago! ”

Nalan Tianfang suddenly became furious and gave Qianshan a shock, and Yan'er on the side suddenly laughed. I have never seen the second uncle thunderous, for the sake of this kid, he actually became like this. Yan'er turned her head to look at Qianshan, who touched her head a little confusedly.

"That, uncle..."

Qianshan didn't understand why this obscene uncle was so excited, but he saw in his eyes that he cared for himself, and this concern often appeared in the eyes of Grandma Ba Ying.

"Little bastard, don't you really know this person?" Nalan Tianfang looked at Qianshan with some suspicion, his eyes as cold as a knife.

"Alas, forget it, you know the dragon Yanjue, and there are Tongling scrolls, you must be a descendant of a thousand families, you little king and eight calves, don't tell the truth!"

Qianshan was a little confused, this obscene uncle changed several titles in one go, and seemed to know what he was cultivating.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but get nervous, and Grandma Ba Ying repeatedly explained that she couldn't reveal what she had learned to outsiders.

"Y-How do you see that?" Qianshan asked a little nervously.

Nalan Tianfang frowned, it seemed that this kid really didn't know how terrifying the exercises he cultivated were: "In the entire Ancient Continent, there is no one who doesn't know Long Yanjue!" Of course, not many people have seen it. ”

"What do you mean, is Long Yanjue famous?" Qianshan didn't understand very well, only Grandma Ba Ying had seen this exercise he practiced, and these things were all seen in the Tongling scroll.

Is it famous?

Nalan Tianfang looked at Qianshan, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Three hundred years ago, thousands of troops were born with Tongling scrolls, and Long Yanjue appeared on the mainland for the first time. At that time, when the mainland was in turmoil, the thousand army broke the thousand families and a group of 32 people from the south to the north, penetrating the entire continent, the demon clan was frightened, the demon clan was forced to retreat, and the continent ushered in three hundred years of peace.

In that battle, the Heavenly Rank masters of the Central Domain lost more than 100 of them, most of the saints and gods fell, and the Demon Emperor was shattered, leaving only a wisp of remnant soul to escape. The Demon Clan's Holy Maiden also became a bargaining chip in the negotiation between Qianjun Po and the Ten Elders of the Central Domain, and was imprisoned in the Ten Thousand Ancient Divine Pools of the Central Domain.

Thousands of troops broke the first battle and became famous, Long Yanjue shook the continent, withdrew after entering Zhongzhou for one hundred and fifty years, and established a thousand thousand forts in the boundless Jedi in the ancient extreme east, and the mighty continent!

Nalan Tianfang didn't know how to explain it, Qianshan's performance made him a little puzzled, didn't Qianjia look for it after the Tongling scroll was lost?

The Tongling Scroll made Nalan Tianfang, who was a Heavenly Rank Spirit Master of the Blue Moon Palace, very excited, but he also knew that even if he got the Tongling Scroll, he might not be able to cultivate the Dragon Yan Technique, not to mention that Qian Wuyi was not easy to mess with.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Just as Nalan Tianfang was entangled, there were bursts of violent explosions outside, and Qianshan's face changed greatly, and he rushed out like crazy.

"No!"

The walls were ruined, the rubble was flying, and there were three figures floating in the air, two of which were the black and white swords of the Martial Arts Palace that Qianshan met in the Iron Thorn Hill.

"Come back!"

"Hidden!"

Nalan Tianfang also saw the three people in mid-air, his face changed suddenly, and he hurriedly pulled Qianshan back to the stone house with a low cry, his hands kept changing, and an invisible light shrouded the stone house.

"Huh..."

At the same time, another hooded creature in mid-air let out a soft sigh, as if he had discovered something.

"Venerable, what have you discovered?" One of the black and white swords asked out loud.

"Maybe it's my hallucination, there shouldn't be any talent from the Blue Moon Palace in this kind of wild place." The Hooded Venerable revealed his true face, his face was helpless, and a wisp of golden flame was revealed from his neckline, which was the symbol of the Extreme Dao Temple!

"This time the Yanlong Halberd has appeared, many big forces have been dispatched, and it is not surprising that the people of the Blue Moon Palace are here."

"Forget it, those guys in the Blue Moon Palace are very troublesome, if they deliberately hide, I'm afraid no one will be able to find them, there are many tribes around here, and our task is very heavy." The other of the black and white swords spoke, his voice hoarse.

"That's right, let's go, under the mountain-destroying sword of the Martial Dao Palace, I'm afraid there is nothing to live here." His Holiness smiled and turned to leave.

At this time, Qianshan in the stone house, looking at the three people in the distance, his eyes were blood-red, his eyes were about to split, and the momentum on his body became extremely violent. If it weren't for Nalan Tian's pressure, I'm afraid he would have rushed out a long time ago.

"Alas, your strength is still weak now, these guys outside are all Heavenly Rank, and the guy who hides his head and tail is very likely to be a half-saint," Nalan Tian paused, "If you want revenge, let's wait until you become stronger." ”

As he spoke, the three who had left turned back and walked around the ruins before leaving again.

"See, none of these guys are good at stubble." Nalan Tianfang was very depressed, if he hadn't been injured on this trip, he really wanted to go out and meet these guys for a while.

As the Heavenly Rank Spirit Master of the Blue Moon Palace, Nalan Tianfang still has this confidence.

However, as if Qianshan hadn't heard it, while Nalan Tian was not paying attention, Long Chuyuan erupted and broke out alive.

"Amu!"

"Grandma Ba Ying!"

"Chief!"

Qianshan roared frantically, crying like a complaint, but all that responded to him was the endless sound of the wind, the blood all over the ground, and the familiar but silent corpses.

"Why! Why! ”

The tribe, which had been peaceful and serene, was now in ruins, and Qianshan was staggering, his hands covered with blood, walking aimlessly on the ruins, his eyes red and swollen from crying, and his voice became more and more hoarse.

Grandma Ba Ying, Chief Fenglin, and Jiang Weihu will ......

Blacksmith Li, hunter Ah San, and Flower Little Sister holding animal skin bands in her hands......

Familiar faces, mangled bodies were pulled out of the rubble by Qianshan.

As if he didn't know the pain and exhaustion, his fingernails were cracked, and blood mixed with dirt stained his hands a dark red.

A full three hundred and sixty-four people, three hundred and sixty-four corpses, were carefully placed in the middle of the tribal altar by Qianshan.

Originally, there were 366 tribes, and the prophets Amu and Saray were nowhere to be found, and even though Qianshan searched for them many times, they still didn't find anything.

Qianshan's bloodshot eyes condensed, and he knelt quietly beside him like a stone sculpture, tears leaving horizontal and vertical stains on his face.

This kneeling for three whole days!

Exhausted!

Nalan Tianfang and Nalan Yan'er also waited for three days, if they were someone else, Nalan Tianfang might have left a long time ago. But Qianshan is different, this kid may be a descendant of a thousand families, he can't ignore it.

When Qianshan woke up, it was in a carriage, and Nalan Tianfang had taken him away from the Fengdi tribe.

"Who are they?"

Qianshan didn't blame Nalan Tianfang for why he didn't make a move, but asked a word.