Meantime.

He uttered an extremely crucial message.

The early years of the Terrans.

The Three Emperors and the Five Emperors also cultivated the Immortal Dao.

At that time, although there was luck in the world, there was no red dust disaster.

Anyone can release the strength above the fairy realm under the luck of the world.

At that time, the luck of the world was like the luck of the Great Sect, which could only bless the human race and make the luck of the human race prosperous, and it had not yet become what it is now.

Today's Red Dust Calamity appeared after Emperor Zhuan Didi Tiantong.

Many people say that the Red Dust Calamity is the blood of the tree that reaches the sky.

This Heaven and Earth Spirit Root was cut off by Emperor Zhuan, and the resentment that rushed to the sky turned into a red dust calamity, cursing the human race.

Let there be no more fairyland in the world.

Since then, even the Three Emperors and Five Emperors have not been able to release the power of the Immortal Realm in the human world.

"In the future, if anyone can not be afraid of the red dust disaster, he will be the king of the world and the hope of the human race."

Turtle Dragon Road:

"These are the exact words of His Majesty Xuanyuan."

"You must be the king of the people in the mouth of His Majesty the Emperor, the current lord of the human race, and the hope of the human race."

"As long as you spare Xiaolong, Xiaolong is willing to saddle the horse and serve the son!"

That's why this turtle dragon identified itself as the king of men?

Su Chang personally thought of the scene of the Jedi Tiantong that he saw when he deduced the Doom of the Red Dust.

I always feel that things are not so simple.

The dragon was either telling a lie or half-understood.

Because the Jedi Skypass is not the key.

The key is that red hydrangea.

Su Changqing glanced at the turtle-looking turtle-looking turtle dragon, but was slapping his farts wildly.

Hesitated.

To kill or not to kill?

After thinking about three breaths, Su Changqing put away the trident in his hand and said:

"Remembered."

"I spared your life not because you would be a sycophant, but because you blocked the knife for the Yellow Emperor, and you know a lot of valuable information for me."

The turtle dragon was pleasantly surprised when he heard this, and kowtowed a few more times.

"You're so old."

"The incense gods in this world must be very familiar."

However, before the turtle dragon could calm down from his joy, he saw Su Changqing hand over a pile of beheading targets in his hand to the turtle dragon, and said:

"You can not die, but you have to be a leader."

Dragon: ????

What is the Belt and Road Party?

……

An hour later.

Ki water.

A tornado appeared out of thin air and appeared on top of Qi Shui.

Waterspouts on the roll.

There stood a boy in a green coat.

On the water.

Standing stood a handsome man with a tortoiseshell on his back.

Standing with his hands in his hands, he looked at the river god temple in front of him, and said in a cold voice:

"The god of Qishui River, who receives incense from the world, but does not know how to protect the human race."

"For thousands of years, there have been countless cannibalisms, heinous crimes, and countless books."

"Today, my son-in-law patrols on behalf of the people and comes to kill you."

Let's talk about it.

He tore off the tortoise shell behind him and threw it into the air, instantly shining brightly, becoming thousands of times larger, like a mountain of tortoiseshells, directly smashing the Qishui River Temple into ruins.

Tens of thousands of miles away.

In the middle of a barren mountain.

A Mo Jiao, prostrate among the endless white bones, opened its scarlet eyes.

A fierce, angry, hideous expression appeared in these eyes.

Meanwhile.

The voice of a dragon sounded in his ears.

"Kishui River God...... You have eaten countless people for thousands of years......"

"Today...... I'm here to kill you. ”

Mo Jiao was suddenly dominated by anger.

He had never been so angry since he became an immortal.

The human race, like a waste, dared to smash his temple and behead the gods in vain?

"Die!"

His massive body moved, raising three heads of various sizes, the largest of which had a slightly bulging horn on it.

Click.

Tens of thousands of white bones creaked in the White Bone Dojo, turning into a cloud of white bones and rising into the sky.

In the surrounding mountains, all the creatures crawled to the ground in fear.

Every time this ink Jiao appeared in a white bone cloud, thousands of living beings would be swallowed.

However.

This time they waited a long time.

When he raised his head, he found that the three-headed ink Jiao had actually driven the white bone cloud to a densely populated place.

Ulala.

Where the white bone cloud thought passed, the radius was bleak, and the sound of the white bone rubbing made all the incense gods in the world raise their heads.

"Are you coming?"

Ki water.

Su Changqing looked at the dark clouds in the distance, and suddenly narrowed his eyes.

His mind felt an extremely disgusting taste from the clouds.

Soon.

Clouds are coming.

The three-headed ink Jiao driving the white bone cloud poked out three heads from the gloomy clouds.

He opened his bloody mouth, his anger was like substance, his eyes fell on Su Changqing and Gongsun Yuan, and after looking at it for a while, a yin voice came out.

"It turned out to be your old turtle."

"If you don't guard Xuanyuan's grave, why are you crazy when you come to me?"

However.

The three-headed ink Jiao finished.

Suddenly, the three heads were raised high, and powder miasma, poisonous mist, and black clouds suddenly erupted.

The next moment.

He turned around and ran without looking back.

"Bad luck!"

"How could it be this unlucky turtle on top of his head!"

"Childe, he's going to run away!"

Gongsun Yuan seemed to have anticipated this scene for a long time, and hurriedly pinched the magic trick in his hand, and the mighty earth-based mana on his body flowed, and the tortoise shell pressed on the ground rose to the wind, becoming like covering the sky and the sun, and the black pressure blocked half of the sky.

Syllable!

The three-headed Mojiao hit the turtle shell headlong.

Su Changqing glanced at Gongsun Yuan, and the corners of his mouth twitched:

"Your reputation as a leader in the road isn't very good."

Gongsun Yuan scratched his handsome face and said:

"It's all the world's prejudice against me."

Where is this bias.

It's simply fear, and it's deep-seated fear.

The moment this ink Jiao saw Gongsun Yuan, he ran away without any hesitation.

I can't imagine how bad this turtle's reputation on the battlefield was before.

Su Changqing shook his head helplessly, stepped out, and came to the sky above the three-headed ink Jiao in an instant.

He looked at the white bones all over the ground.

The fierce killing intent in his eyes shone through.

"Terran?"

It is almost the instinct of almost all cultivators to run when Sanshou Mojiao sees Gongsun Yuan.

As long as this turtle appears, it must be accompanied by traps and ambushes.

But.

He had thought that this weak Terran was also a decoy in a trap.

Unexpectedly.

He actually rushed up himself.

"Look for death."

Mo Jiao suddenly poked out a head, and the blood poured directly at Su Changqing.

This kind of person.

It wasn't enough for him to swallow in one gulp.

No matter what realm he is, a cultivator who is suppressed by the luck of the world under the fairy realm is a waste.

Distance.

Gongsun Yuan sighed and couldn't help but cover his eyes.

Rumble!

The two sides of Qishui shook for a while.

The domineering innate true qi made the mana in Gongsun Yuan's body chaotic even if it was thousands of zhang away.

The shock in his eyes flashed.

"It's too strong."

"If you don't release the power of Fairyland, whoever is in front of him will be beaten."

"I'm afraid that my turtle shell won't be able to withstand two punches."

When the words fell, Gongsun Yuan couldn't help but cover his eyes, and turned his head away with a disgusted expression.

Ki water shore.

There were a few screams.

Mo Jiao's three heads fell to Qi Shui, the water gurgling, and the river was dyed blood red.

"Don't be stunned."

"Take the head and tail away."

"This is the flesh of the Immortal Realm Great Demon, and it must be more nutritious to eat than the divine meat of refining the Void and the Dao."

Su Changqing's voice came from afar by the river.

Gongsun Yuan's face turned pale, and he swallowed in fright.

This man not only kills gods, but also eats gods?

How long has he not been born, has the world become so dangerous?

"You can't even carry your head to death, right?"

"The slaying of gods has just begun."

Su Changqing glanced at Gongsun Yuan.

That gaze was like looking at a Wang Ba squatting in a pot.

Let him fall into an ice cave.

"Yes, Childe, you can carry as many little dragons as you kill!"

Gongsun Yuan was startled, bent his fingers a little, the mana spread, and the tortoise shell that was knocked off rolled on the ground, turned straight around, and turned into a tortoiseshell ship thousands of feet large.

Then Gongsun Yuan neatly threw the corpse of Mojiao into the tortoise shell, squeezed out a flattering smile on his face, and said:

"Xiaolong was the grain transport officer of His Majesty the Yellow Emperor back then."