"I" is a very interesting self-title.

There are only two kinds of people who dare to use this word to call themselves.

One is a madman, and the other is a human king.

It is the so-called world is me, and the imperial power is the only one.

Even the White Tiger Envoy of the Holy Pavilion who is above the world, in the face of a person who calls himself me, cannot pay more attention.

Ning Zhurong's gaze was fixed on 'Yao Chong', and after a moment of contemplation, his expression calmed down again, and he sneered: "Even Renjun dares to pretend to be, but Wu'an Sword Peak dares to do anything." ”

'Yao Chong' tore off the mask on his face, smiled faintly, and said: "It has been four years since I ascended the throne, and I thought that many people should be able to remember this handsome face, but I didn't expect that the Holy Pavilion was almost like a deserted village in the poor countryside. ”

As he spit out the last word, his momentum rose again, and the silver mangs around him suddenly appeared, and the spiritual power turned into a silver dragon and soared straight into the sky, although the silver dragon's spiritual power body looked a little illusory, but it really overwhelmed Ning Zhurong's coercion in terms of momentum.

The cultivators who were at a loss under Ning Zhurong's coercion before, now most of them have woken up, looking at the arrogant silver dragon, their eyes are full of brilliance, and some of them even bow down excitedly, shouting long live, but they forgot that the person who condensed this dragon had beaten them up before.

Tears flowed from Ming's eyes, and he said: "I don't know if Your Majesty is coming, the old minister deserves to die!"

When he said this, he still looked at the silver dragon in the air and couldn't help choking.

After decades, this old man who had guarded the frontier for half his life finally saw the Holy Dragon Phantom again.

Yes, this silver dragon is the phantom of the Holy Dragon, one of the Seven Divine Dragons of the Ancient Era, and the symbol of the bloodline of the Gaoyang royal family.

The dragon bloodline is already scarce in the entire continent, and the only family that is still inheriting it on the bright side is the Gaoyang royal family.

In the hundreds of years of history of the Gaoyang Dynasty, this holy dragon has appeared in front of the desperate people more than once, using the most holy light to purify all the filth that has invaded the human world.

Because of the Sword Demon Rebellion decades ago, plus some reasons, the current Renjun of the Gaoyang Dynasty is the only seedling of the royal family, no matter what rumors he had before, and how many people he offended just now, as long as he has the surname "Gaoyang", people will respect him.

Even if it is not for him, it is also for the ancestors of the Gaoyang family who have worked hard for the human world.

Ning Zhurong looked directly at the Holy Dragon Phantom and said, "I see, Gao Yangsong, maybe many people underestimate you. ”

Gao Yangsong smiled faintly and said, "It's over, but look at your appearance...... Still want to kill me?"

Ning Zhurong's sharp eyes pointed directly at Gao Yangsong, and said lightly: "Wu'an Sword Peak plans to let the two disciples rule the human realm and the demon realm respectively, which is really a big game of chess. My Holy Pavilion cannot ignore it. ”

"I told Yan Qing before that there is no distinction between public and private. Gao Yangsong glanced at Yan Qing, who was embarrassed, and continued, "If you want to kill me, just say it, my mother-in-law and mother are like a woman, I really doubt that you were selected as the White Tiger Envoy because of your good looks." ”

Ning Zhurong's face was bruised, and he tried to calm his tone, and said, "Gao Yangsong, do you remember that you also have a younger brother who was exiled?"

Gao Yangsong thought about it seriously, sighed, and said as if he had just woken up from a dream: "Gao Yangqi, if you want to support a piece of, you can help yourself, I don't have time to play with you." ”

"I have a much longer vision than you. ”

Gao Yangsong pointed ahead and said proudly: "There, it will definitely be the territory of the human world." ”

The direction he was pointing in was outside the Liyang Pass.

Some of the cultivators present already had a look of clarity on their faces.

The boundaries bordering the Demon Realm and the Human Realm are ruled by the War Bear Tribe and the Rock Elephant Tribe respectively, and the military strength of these two tribes is very strong, and the Human Realm has not been able to achieve much success in the previous decades.

Although the Rock Elephant Tribe of the two tribes has declared independence, it is still doing its best to block the encroachment of the human world.

What Gao Yangsong refers to is the Rock Elephant Tribe.

Qu Youyuan had been standing in front of Gao Yangsong and had not looked back, but Yue Rou beside Gao Yangsong could still see the satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth.

Ming was shocked and comforted in his heart.

This young Renjun, although he is a disciple of the Shoreless Sword Peak, after all, has the ambitions of the Gaoyang Imperial Family, and he really wants to incorporate the Demon Domain into the realm of the human realm.

That's fine, although the rumors of this young majesty are not very good, but if he really meets Yao Chong on the battlefield, Ming Jingshen believes that the young majesty will definitely not want to let because of the friendship of the same family.

On the issue of right and wrong, he believes that Gao Yangsong will see much more clearly than him.

He didn't know why he had so much confidence in this foolish gentleman he had just met.

Maybe...... Because he is really similar to the first emperor.

Different from everyone's expressions, Ning Zhurong's face became ugly, staring at Gao Yangsong's hateful face, and his palm spiritual power surged, but there was no trace of fluctuation flowing out.

He could see very clearly that Gao Yangsong's fingers were crooked, and the direction he was originally going to point in was Ling Xiaofeng.

Ning Zhurong had been practicing there all his life, in his mind, Ling Xiaofeng was a sacred and inviolable place, how could he allow Gao Yangsong to be so presumptuous?

Qu Youyuan took a step forward, and the meaning was very obvious.

If you want to die, please do it.

A fierce look flashed in Ning Zhurong's eyes.

Qu Youyuan is famous in the mainland, but he has never been in his eyes.

In his opinion, cultivators who have not reached the immortal level are just ants who can be pinched to death at will.

Such a waste, how dare you threaten him?

"That's right, if you want to kill me, you can kill me generously, why beat around the bush. Gao Yangsong's smile was still relaxed and comfortable, and he said nonchalantly, "Believe it or not, as long as I say four words, I will make you roll back like a dog." ”

Ning Zhurong laughed when he heard this, and said, "Rude boy, you want to die, don't blame me!"

"Presumptuous!" Ming's thunderous voice sounded again, "I don't care who you are, if you want to make a move against Your Majesty, you are an enemy of the human world." ”

This sound woke up many cultivators present who were still confused.

Cultivators from the Holy Pavilion wanted to make a move against their monarch, or in front of them as cultivators of the Realm.

At the thought of this, they felt anger from the bottom of their hearts.

Renjun is not only the ruler of the human world, but also the symbol of the human world, how can he allow others to invade wantonly?

Ning Zhurong's face became more and more embarrassed.

In those gazes that shot at him from the ground, awe was mostly replaced by anger.

For the first time, he felt the feeling of being the target of public criticism.

"This group of ants ......"

Ning Zhurong gritted his teeth, the spiritual power in his hand exploded at this moment, and a giant spiritual power hand that covered the sky fell from the clouds, covering Gao Yangsong.

To everyone's surprise, Qu Youyuan did not stop him, but just circulated the spiritual ink around his body, with a great intention of waiting and seeing.

Ming Jingshen gritted his teeth and wanted to make a move, but the empty dantian qi sea made him have to continue to sit, and he couldn't help but be anxious in his heart, and shouted angrily: "Holy Pavilion, I* your uncle!"

Gao Yangsong squinted, looking at the giant hand with a sense of destruction, his anger sank into the dantian, and his voice resounded in the sky.

"Someone!