Blue water Longyuan, crystal dragon palace, after a big battle, full of broken walls, full of devastation, the ancient palace of ten thousand years was destroyed, Longyuan suffered huge losses, the ancient Canglong Emperor was covered in blood, his pale cheeks looked very haggard, full of unwillingness to look at the woman in white with Mu Yuhua leaving, sad and angry to the extreme but helpless.

In front of the crystal giant hall that collapsed most of the time, I don't know when countless dragon warriors silently came, their heads were silently lowered, and the dragons were prostrate on the ground, there was no language, no sound, the atmosphere of the dragon abyss was depressing, every dragon warrior was shrouded in the haze of defeat, they were high, and the dragon emperor with supreme majesty was defeated, this is a fact.

At this moment, a cry broke the atmosphere of dead silence, "Your Majesty, the demon is dead......" The cry came from a distance, grief-stricken, a pair of blue eyes emitted a crystal light, the pear sprite eye dragon king held a coffin board, and the coffin board was placed on the body of his son pear demon.

The eldest grandson's gaze was still in the place where the white shadow disappeared, and he remembered that the two of them stood side by side, and her face was so beautiful, as if they had met on the stone bridge for the first time...... When Mu Yuhua left, he wanted to raise his hand to hold her hand, but he stretched out his hand tremblingly but didn't dare to do it, just said in a daze: "You go, I don't blame you."

Then when the white shadow disappeared, he didn't know why his eyes were wet, he felt that his heart seemed to be empty, if you asked him, is there a person in this world that he really wants to protect? Even if he was silently guarding, it was a kind of happiness for him, but now the person he wanted to protect was like a cloud in the sky, finally drifting away, maybe never to be seen again.

Gu Canglonghuang's face was pale, and he slowly picked it up, as if he had aged a lot all of a sudden, through the rows of dragon soldiers, he looked at the weeping pear sprite-eyed dragon emperor, he first saw the corpse of the pear demon, and a wisp of sadness appeared in his pupils, and suddenly he froze, he saw the coffin board, and fell to his knees with a thud!

There was an uproar when he knelt down, what had happened? All the dragon warriors were puzzled, and one by one the giant dragons opened their big eyes and looked at their dragon emperor!

The Dragon King didn't know what was going on, and his tears suddenly stopped when he looked at the scene in front of him, and he froze there, and after a while, he said, "Your Majesty, what's wrong with me, I?"

Gu Canglong Emperor stood up, his pale cheeks with a little fear: "This, where did you get this coffin?" He will never forget, one day five hundred years ago, when he was young, his unique cultivation talent made him soar all the way, surveyed the five realms, and won the throne, he bloomed in the dragon abyss, but also broke the immortal myth of the dragon clan for generations, and became the first dragon warrior throughout the ages, under the arrangement of the elders, he went to the Moshan tomb alone, crossed the depression, broke into the blood desert, entered the ink mountain, and climbed the ladder, with his immortal cultivation, he went all the way forward bravely, step by step on the ladder, but finally had to stop at the last three hurdles, which became the regret of his life。

For hundreds of years, his cultivation has been slowly improving, but this slow progress is extremely slow, because of the initial failure, the seeds of gloom have been planted in his heart, and he has not gone for a long time, so that even if it takes him hundreds of years, he will not be able to take that step and step on the road to immortality.

He still remembered the scene when he stopped on the last three stone steps, and remembered that the ancient Aoki coffin was hundreds of zhang away, but he couldn't take another step forward, and the outline of the Aoki coffin was deeply imprinted in his mind.

The Dragon King looked at the painful expression on the Dragon Emperor's face, realized the seriousness of the coffin board, and did not dare to hide it in his heart, so he truthfully chased and killed Ye Yu with his child Pear Demon, and was later hit by Ye Yu with a coffin board, and the prospect of repeatedly resisting his attacks with a coffin board was said.

"Oh my God, do you really want to kill my dragon clan?" After hearing this, the ancient Canglong Emperor burst into tears, looked up to the sky and roared, and the dragon's groans that shook the sky were desolate and sad for a long time.

"This matter must not be stopped, the tomb of the ancestor was invaded by outsiders, and the coffin of the ancestor was excavated, if this is spread out, what face does my Gu Cang have to face the ancestors and ancestors, and what face does I have to sit with the lord of the Dragon Palace!"

"With my orders, we can't go out of the valley, let the young warriors do these things, and Li Rao will lead the other six gods to bring the thirteen soldiers out of the valley, be sure to take back the ancestral coffin relics, and kill the leaf fish, there must be no mistake!"

The young general in the shape of a pair of blue-eyed dragon heads strode out, his eyes were full of angry sparks, he was the rising star of the blue sea Longyuan, the eldest son of the Dragon King of Pear Snow Sprite, the first master of Longyuan's descendants, at this moment he saw his own brother die tragically, and heard that the grave of his ancestors was excavated, and hated Ye Ziyu to the bone, he took the order and left, vowing to break the leaf fish into pieces, crush the bones and scatter ashes, and find the ancestral relics!

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On the outskirts of Ningzhou, Yanguo, in a side room in Guanghan Villa, there was a 'crackling' sound, and a long vermilion table made of ancient wood was reduced to pieces under the hands of a big man with a gloomy face.

Dahan stood up from his chair angrily, his face gloomy to the extreme: "Useless things, I really don't know how the killer has been a killer all these years, just a Qingyang traitor, and he actually lost his life!"

Under the left hand of the big man, an old man in a black robe said respectfully: "Childe, all the smoke and rain marks on their bodies have disappeared, are they really all dead, do you want the old slave to take action and discipline the leaf fish to be wiped out."

"No, all nine of them were killed, this leaf fish should not be underestimated, besides, if it was sent by the landlord himself, since this job was received by my crow, I should go in person, just in case, so you go to Canglong Valley first to find out the news, and I will bring someone over in a few days, remember, don't make a hasty move, I really want to see what is special about this leaf fish", the crow's cold face didn't see any change, but the corners of his mouth showed a sly smile.

"Then I'll go first, don't worry, with my ghost's shadow, he can't escape", the black-robed old man whispered and hurried out the door.

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Shenri Peak, clouds flying and mist, the scenery is beautiful.

Yu Xuzi sat alone in the huge Qingyang Hall, his eyes quietly staring at the door, he was waiting for someone, a disciple of ink clothes who had been in retreat in Qingyang Pavilion, a real immortal genius, twenty-eight years old, now he has been in retreat in Qingyang Pavilion for ten years, I don't know how far he has cultivated, Yu Xuzi is looking forward to his arrival, because of certain things.

At this time, a slender figure at the door went to the broken sunlight on the ground, white clothes are better than snow, clothes are not stained, I want to be more stable than that temperament, handsome face is a little inferior, a tall figure appeared at the door, he is Li Jiayuan, the first master among the disciples of Qingyang Moyi, the second disciple of Yu Xuzi, and the genius of Qingyang who has carried many myths and legends.