A group of purple-clothed elders led the white-clothed disciples to a vast jungle, the thin clouds and mist gradually dispersed, and the sight suddenly opened up, only to see thousands of tents in the vast jungle, flags flying, some with the word '曷', some with the word 'Yan', and many small tents gathered in one place, with the names of many Dongtu Dao sects written on the flags around them, and many soldiers and soldiers wearing battle armor with serious expressions, holding long soldiers and running to assemble in one place. Hundreds of turquoise tents gather in one place in the center to be particularly eye-catching, the fence around more than one zhang high is connected, the tents are encircled, and a big flag is waving in the wind on the tall wooden tower, and the word 'Qingyang' is written on it, and it is majestic to hunt.

Under the tower, Guang Chengzi led many purple-clothed elders who had been waiting for a long time, Yuxuzi walked in front with a serious expression, and a group of white-clothed disciples followed behind and looked around.

An old man beside Guang Chengzi was wearing a black long-sleeved robe, walking towards Yuxuzi with a smile, and arched his hand: "Yuxu Zhangjiao, I haven't seen you for a few years, and I am more and more energetic." ”

"Yuyang Zhenren, we haven't seen each other for a few years, if it weren't for this demon dragon chaos, it would really not be easy to see you," Yu Xuzi is also smiling, I don't know how the battle is going on here?"

Yu Yangzi's eyebrows were tightly locked, his wrinkled vicissitudes of life cheeks were quite haggard, and he was a little more excited when he saw Yu Xuzi, and said: "Since your Qingyang disciples came, the momentum has improved greatly, and the demon dragons of Yan Hao and the two countries have all been driven back, and the prince Ji Jiuxiao of the Hao Kingdom and the eldest Sun Yu of the Yan Kingdom have joined forces to gather 300,000 soldiers here to surround the Canglong Valley, and the extermination of the demon dragon is just around the corner. Shangqing Daoist Sect Leader Yu Yangzi said, and there was some hope in his eyes.

"Has the Ancient Canglong Emperor ever appeared this time?" asked Yu Xuzi eagerly as if he remembered something.

"This old guy hasn't come out yet, but his six gods have all appeared, and it's ashamed that the old man had encountered the leader of the Yanhuang tribe a few days ago, the two-winged Holy Fire Dragon King, if it weren't for the rescue of more than a dozen elders in Qingyang, the old man would have been hit hard, but these old guys rarely make a move......" Yu Yangzi said slowly, with a trace of embarrassment in his expression.

"What, the Two-Winged Sacred Fire Dragon King alone is so powerful, if Gu Cang is born, then it will be okay," a purple-clothed elder behind Yu Xuzi said in surprise.

"Don't worry about this, with Jiang Nan's ancestor sitting in Canglong Valley, that Gu Cang is also a little jealous, and he won't make a hasty move," Guang Chengzi said lightly.

The battle between man and demon has reached a critical point, thousands of monks and the armies of the two countries have joined forces to force all the demon dragons who are in chaos back to Canglong Valley, the war is raging in Canglong Valley, all kinds of strange magic weapons are open and closed, and the dragon and beast are endless. There are a total of six demon dragons under the ancient Canglong throne in Canglong Valley, which have been recorded in the Qingyang Book Records, namely, the Yanhuang Tribe, the Jiumu Tribe, the Xinhuang Tribe, the Silkworm Dragon Tribe, the Yuanshui Tribe, and the Luoying Tribe, which are divided into the two-winged Holy Fire Dragon King, the Three-Eyed Red Jiao Dragon King, the Mangshorn Golden Armor Dragon King, the Six Reckless Dragon Kings, the Eight-clawed Great Winged Dragon King, and the Pear Sprite Eye Dragon King.

"Report!"

Yu Xuzi was discussing the final attack strategy on the dragon den of Canglong Valley with Ji Jiuxiao of the Hu Kingdom, the eldest grandson of the Yan Kingdom, and Yu Yangzi of the Shangqing faction in the Qingyang big tent, when he heard someone from outside the tent report that Yan Yunqing led more than a dozen disciples of the ink Dao Yi to return from the Dragon Valley.

The breeze gusted, a group of white-clothed disciples outside Qingyang's big tent turned their heads to each other, whispering, the first time they were on the battlefield of slaughter, Ye Yu and Changkong stood together, chatting with each sentence, Changsun Changkong was like a timid child, listening to Ye Yu's glorious deeds of Dakan Yunqifeng, Ye Yu seemed to have completely forgotten that he was about to face a terrifying battle between humans and demons.

Mu Yuhua's eyes glanced over to this side from time to time, Ye Yu hurriedly avoided it, the little girl was expressionless, still cold, several male disciples in white in the distance had the heart to come forward to talk to Mu Yuhua, and after seeing Mu Yuhua's expression, they retreated silently one by one, at this time, I saw a group of more than a dozen Qingyang ink-clothed disciples striding not far away, the first one was about forty years old, dressed in dark green Taoist clothes, with the word "god and day" written on it, burly and strong, and high-spirited, carrying a silver long sword, striding with full aura.

As soon as Yan Huairen saw the disciple in ink clothes coming from afar, his face immediately showed joy, and he hurriedly walked over in two steps and three steps, and arched his hand: "Father!"

The middle-aged man glared at Yan Huairen coldly, stopped, and said in a deep voice: "I heard that you lost this martial arts meeting, are you healed?"

"The child is ashamed, the injury has been treated by the master and is no longer serious, but it is just ......" Yan Huairen hesitated and did not continue.

"Useless things, Qingyang Pavilion has gone white in recent years!" the middle-aged man said and snorted coldly, and then his eyes looked like many white-clothed disciples, and his eyes fell on Mu Yuhua, who was weak for a long time, and many white-clothed disciples recognized that the ink-clothed man was the rising star of Qingyang in recent years, and Yan Yunqing, the proud disciple of Yuxuzi, bowed down to say hello, Yan Yunqing nodded at everyone, his attitude suddenly eased a lot, and his eyes stayed on Mu Yuhua: "Oh, look at the flowers have become little fairies, and you won't say hello when you see your uncle?"

"Uncle," Mu Yuhua's voice was very low, and the gazes around her made her seem a little uncomfortable.

"Little guy, I heard that this martial arts meeting will shine, uncle will go to report the battle situation first, and then have a good chat with you tonight", Yan Yunqing smiled and beckoned several ink-clothed disciples behind him to enter the big tent.

"Yan Yunqing!" Ye Yu stared at the distant back, his teeth were clenched together, his fists were clenched in his long sleeves, and he was suddenly murderous, and suddenly a powerful spiritual power fluctuation was born around his body, and the eldest grandson Changkong was not guarded at all, and suddenly swept back a few steps by the sudden spiritual power, and looked at Ye Yu in horror, "Ye, Senior Brother Ye, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay," Ye Yuqiang held back his anger and restrained his thoughts.

"The way you looked just now was so, too scary," the eldest grandson said in a trembling voice.

"Yunqing, what's going on in the Dragon Valley?" Yuxuzi saw Yan Yunqing come in, his face was happy, he got up from the chair and walked to Yan Yunqing's side and asked eagerly.

"Master Yu and a few seniors, I have united the six hundred ink-clothed disciples of Qingyang to lay down the Five Elements Yin and Yang Enchantment around the Dragon Valley, and there are swallows in all directions. There are 300,000 soldiers in the two countries, and not a single grasshopper can jump in, Jiang Nan's ancestor is taking care of it over there, and we will rest all night tonight, and tomorrow we can level Canglong Valley in one fell swoop, but in the past few days, our Qingyang disciples have also suffered a lot of losses, there are eleven purple-clothed elders killed in battle, one hundred and nineteen ink-clothed disciples died in battle, of course, the demon dragon also paid a tragic price, the two-winged Holy Fire Dragon King was seriously injured by more than a dozen elders joining forces, and Jiang Nan's ancestor cut off one of the claws of the eight-clawed Great Winged Dragon King."

"We have just agreed that tomorrow, my Qingyang disciples will attack the dragon's lair from the southeast and southeast, the Shangqing Dao and other Dao sects will attack from the north, and the two Yanhao will attack from the west, so as to break through the dragon's nest in one fell swoop and capture Gu Cang alive! You go down first and settle down, and when the time comes, you will attack in a big way!" Yu Xuzi said loudly, and there seemed to be an ambition in his tone to destroy Canglong Valley in one fell swoop.

Yan Yunqing immediately withdrew from the big tent, returned to his tent to find Yan Huairen, and shouted: "Do you know that this martial arts meeting has lost all the face of Shenri Peak!"

"I, I······ He is too deep to hide," Yan Huairen said with an ugly face.

"Ye Ziyu, why haven't I heard of when Qingyang has such a number one person," Yan Yunqing frowned and thought, and then said, "Then you mean that he has also come to the same time." ”

"Well, it's just that he didn't defeat me with the power of the different phase, he still has the Seven Divine Thoughts," Yan Huairen said and remembered the terrifying scene in the light of the sky that day, at a critical moment, he did not hesitate to consume the Divine Thoughts to send out the strongest Divine Thoughts attack, but instead of being afraid, the white-clothed young man in front of him took risks and ran straight towards him, just when his three wisps of Divine Thoughts were about to attack the opponent's Divine Sea, the young man in white suddenly shouted: "Divine Separation Seven, Golden Medicine Technique Shifting Flowers and Trees", and actually forced his three divine thoughts back and seriously injured himself. Thinking of this, Yan Huairen's palms were dripping with cold sweat.

"What! Shenli Qijie, that's all legendary, if you lose, you lose, why bother to pass the buck for yourself," Yan Yunqing looked at his son and let out a string of sneers.

"Father, when did I tell a lie in front of you, that day we were facing each other under the light curtain formed by the different phase, and I saw him shout with my own eyes, 'God leaves the seven jie, transfer flowers and trees', and I was stunned at that time......" Yan Huairen saw that his father didn't believe it, and his tone was very eager.

Yan Yunqing suddenly became serious, could it really be that there was such a thing as the Seven Disciples of the Secret Realm, and then interrupted Yan Huairen's words: "If this is the case, Qingyang is afraid that there will be another demon, no! This person can't stay, you go down first, I'm free to make my own mind." ”