Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 688 Retreat

"die!"

The 40-meter broadsword slashed across the 100-meter dragon's body, pulling a long and narrow gap.

Blood gushes out from the crack, mixes in the rain, and falls towards the ground. The warm blood rain brings life back to the ruins.

Grass seeds, broken wood, insects...

After being watered by the blood rain, vigorous vitality emerged.

A large piece of dragon's blood grass broke through the ground, and the insects with dragon's blood screamed excitedly, their skin and flesh cracked, and their physical bodies began to evolve.

"Plop!"

A dragon corpse fell to the ground, the scarlet dragon eyes were still open angrily, as if full of unwillingness, and the body twitched unconsciously.

"Peng!"

"puff!"

Blood rained down.

Dragon heads, dragon claws, and dragon scales splash.

"Don't kill me!" Youlong roared in horror:

"I am willing to mate with you, give you dragon blood, and extend your life for thousands of years..."

"puff!"

The light of the knife passed by, and the sound stopped abruptly.

Mo Qiu frowned and stood in the field, shaking his head speechlessly:

"Begging for mercy, is it so weird?"

Immediately, he glanced coldly at the two remaining dragons of the Yao tribe, and pointed at Baipidao:

"Surrender!"

"Or die!"

"Surrender to the human race?" Shenlong roared, as if he had been humiliated, he roared wildly, and slammed into the wind and thunder:

"dream!"

"Since that's the case..." Mo Qiu nodded lightly with a blank expression on his face:

"Then go to hell!"

"Peng!"

The collision caused a series of loud noises.

I don't know how long it took, the dark clouds over the Jiang Clan cleared, the sun reappeared, and life emerged from the ruins.

Nine-headed dragon corpses, stacked together.

Surrounding the dragon corpse, a brand new Dragon Transformation Pond was dug, and fresh dragon blood bubbled from time to time, exuding a seductive aura.

The fifth and fourth rank clansmen who were seriously injured were all soaked in the pool and nourished by the dragon's blood.

dragon,

The whole body is full of treasures.

Their huge bodies contain terrifying essence, but if a little is released, it is enough for an ordinary person to be reborn.

Now soaked in dragon blood, as long as it is not seriously injured, almost all people can recover.

and,

The strength can be increased even further.

The frame made of wooden vines stood not far away, and Moqiu Dama Jindao sat up, holding a bright silver spear in his hand and kept playing.

Expressions change from time to time.

This object comes from the Xiangliu family.

The human race named Liu Qing is one of the eight dragons, Xiangliu's family.

A dragon warrior who has a companion dragon soul and has cultivated the dragon transformation technique to the eighth level, and is expected to be at the ninth level, is no longer a pure human being.

Even in Xiangliu's lineage, the status is not low.

"Patriarch!"

Jiang Yuan hurried over, stood respectfully below, cupped his hands and said:

"The young priest is back."

For Moqiu, everyone in the Jiang clan now regards him as a god, and reveres him from the bottom of their hearts. Facing him is like facing a dragon god.

No!

It is even more awe-inspiring than facing the Dragon God.

After all, the dragon god worshiped by the Jiang family was not as strong as the current patriarch.

Moreover, if the dragons are strong, they are strong, but they are a little ignorant. What the clansmen fear is their strength, but the clan leader seems to be unpredictable.

Sitting in front of him clearly, it is like a layer of tulle, separating the boundary between god and man.

The opponent is God!

I am just a mortal.

"oh!"

Mo Qiu looked up, and saw a familiar figure walking in the distance.

"Patriarch."

Vientiane swept across the dragon corpses in the field, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief after being surprised:

"After I heard the news, I rushed over immediately. Fortunately, the patriarch took action in time, and the clansman was safe, otherwise... the consequences would be disastrous."

"En." Mo Qiu nodded:

"How are you doing?"

Beforehand, no one expected that the Yao clan would attack suddenly, bringing only a few elites and dragons, neither of whom were in the clan.

Don't beg to go to the Falcon family.

Vientiane went elsewhere.

"Fortunately, I didn't disgrace my life." Wanxiang cupped his hands:

"The hog clan has surrendered, and there are two hog dragons who are inspired by my subordinates and are willing to become my clan's guardian dragons. They are on their way here."

"Oh!" Mo Qiu raised his eyebrows:

"Can you convince them?"

The Shenlong of the Hog Clan is ignorant, not much stronger than the Shenlong of the Gui Clan, and is as arrogant as the Shenlong of the Yao Clan, and is willing to surrender to the Human Clan.

how did you do that?

Although he also took down Fenglong, Fenglong was regarded as an outlier among the low-level dragon clan. When it came to spiritual intelligence, it was much stronger than the human race.

Like the dragon of the Yao tribe, he killed all of them, and no one was willing to surrender.

"It's all about inspiration." Wanxiang smiled lightly:

"It can't compare to the majesty of the patriarch."

"Amazing." Mo Qiu praised without asking, and said:

"Next, I may have to retreat for a while. Without the Yao tribe, it will be difficult for the nearby tribes to thrive. You are responsible for taking them all down."

"Retreat?" Vientiane looked up, his eyes suddenly brightened:

"Could it be that the patriarch..."

"Are you going to break through?"

At such a critical time, he would not come forward to preside over the overall situation, but choose to retreat, unless the matter is so important that it is more important than hundreds of thousands of people.

What's up?

Self-explanatory.

"It happens to have some insights." Mo Qiu nodded:

"hope everything is fine."

"The patriarch has a profound background, and the Taoism is unpredictable. This time, he will definitely succeed in one fell swoop." Wanxiang said solemnly, clasping his hands:

"rest assured."

"There is me here, the patriarch doesn't need to worry."

"You do things, I don't worry." Mo Qiu said slowly:

"However, I'm afraid there will be some trouble."

Then, he threw the spear in his hand:

"Look at this thing."

"Huh?" Wanxiang reached out to take it, and his divine sense swept the spear, his complexion changed, and there was a little panic in his eyes:

"This thing..."

"Incomplete spiritual weapon!"

In today's world, there are very few spiritual artifacts, and whether Taiyizong has them is another matter.

Although the spear was broken and had long lost its former power, the remaining dao marks on it also showed its original rank.

Can something that can pierce King Ming's armor be ordinary?

"That's right." Mo Qiu nodded, stood up from his seat, and said with his hands behind his back:

"Some time ago, Xiangliu Yulong, one of the Eight Heavenly Dragons, sent an envoy to the Yao clan. I got this thing from that person."

"That man, his status is not low."

Vientiane frowned.

In other words, before they knew it, they had offended Xiang Liu's lineage.

Nine times out of ten, this is an ethnic group that is comparable to the existence of the Huashen Venerable, and there are not a few dragons of the Nascent Soul level among them.

"The patriarch doesn't need to worry." After thinking for a while, he said slowly:

"A small Jiang family, I think it will not fall into the eyes of Xiangliu's lineage. Even if they come, I can leave at any time when I am defeated."

"If you keep the green hills, you don't have to worry about no firewood."

As for the clansmen, they are scattered and chaotic, and it is not worth the Dragonborn's distraction and effort to find them.

If it's not from the Xiangliu family.

With the current strength of the Jiang Clan, and the presence of Wanxiang who possesses many means, there is no need to be afraid.

"I think so too." Mo Qiu nodded:

"If it doesn't work, you can contact Di Ku and the others. Presumably, they should be very interested in the inheritance of Xiangliu's lineage."

"Um."

Vientiane should be:

"Subordinates understand, has the patriarch already selected a retreat place?"

"The two phoenix dragons of the Falcon family once said that there is a deep abyss about 100,000 miles south." Mo Qiu stretched out his hand and pointed to the south:

"The yin qi gathers there, like a netherworld, which coincides with the method I cultivated. I plan to go and have a look. If it doesn't work, I will choose another place."

One hundred thousand miles.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is a desperate distance.

But in the eyes of Mo Qiu, whose escape speed is comparable to Nascent Soul and Ghost King, it is not far away.

"Yuanying is hard to achieve, there is a catastrophe, and here is the Dragon Burial Heaven, the danger is unpredictable, the patriarch must be careful." Wanxiang's eyes flickered, as if he had made a decision, he took out something from his body and handed it over:

"I got this by chance a few years ago. It can keep my mind steady and not be invaded by evil thoughts. The patriarch Bufan will use it temporarily."

The thing in his hand is shaped like a jade ruler, the aura is restrained, and nothing can be seen.

Mo Qiu didn't think too much, and reached out to take it:

"Thank you!"

"It can be as short as a few months, or as long as one or two years. Regardless of success or failure, I will come back. During this period, I don't have to take the initiative to cause trouble."

"yes."

Vientiane should be.

…………

secluded abyss.

The gray sky, the abyss that can't be seen at a glance.

Dead silence!

cold!

It seems that it has not changed since ancient times.

The mist below was rolling, and there was a roar of resentful souls. From time to time, illusory dragons roared out, filling the world with a feeling of unwillingness and sadness.

According to Fenglong.

This place was where the dragon was once buried, and the resentment accumulated, and then the resentment collapsed for some reason, and it became the current situation of its own world.

Among the Dragon Clan, there are even more rumors.

At the bottom of this abyss, there is an evil dragon formed by gathering resentment.

Regardless of humans or dragons, no one has ever explored the bottom of the abyss. Even the eight dragons are equally taboo about the location of the abyss.

Mo Qiu stood in mid-air, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

"hiss……"

The icy Yin Qi submerged into the belly, Yuan Tai opened his eyes, and his body opened up with all the orifices, and a sense of transparency and comfort emerged from his heart.

"call!"

Relax your body, don't let yourself fall downwards.

Essence, energy and spirit are also in a certain unique state.

The limit of Nascent Soul.

Cracks start to appear.

…………

somewhere in the mountains.

Jiang Luxian and others are busy.

A corpse with dragon blood on its head was thrown around according to certain rules, and the dragon blood flowed along the dug ravine.

Look at it from the top down.

The place where the dragon's blood flowed formed a huge formation.

And at the core of the formation, the ancestral temple saintess in white sat down cross-legged, her clothes fluttering in the wind, her body motionless.

"There are so many dragon descendants in the Dragon Burying Heaven, and the types are innumerable."

Chengtianhou put his hands behind his back, looked at the saint, and said:

"In addition to the original dragon family, there are more inferior dragon descendants mixed with dragon blood and dragon essence, and dragons are yin, and everything can be hybridized."

"There is no distinction between male and female, male and female, male and female..."

"However, there is a kind of dragon, which is extremely special!"

There was a slight pause in his voice, and he continued:

"Sensing the heaven and earth's energy, blending the spirit of the dragon descendant, and being born by chance, the divine dragon raised by nature is not among the many dragon families."

"good."

Jiang Luxian appeared beside him and said:

"The evil dragon of the third generation has no father or mother, and is even invisible and qualityless. It is said that it was formed by feeling the debt of a certain existence in the third generation."

"Even, whether it exists or not is still unknown."

"Even if the evil dragon of the third generation exists, it will not intersect with us." Cheng Tianhou frowned:

"It is only interested in the third life, the saint..."

"Saint, is the body of the third life." Suddenly, a cold voice sounded:

"In the yang world, in the Santu River, and in the underworld, saintesses all have an identity. Now that they have obtained the secret technique of the Holy Master, they will surely attract the evil dragons of the third generation."

"At that time, I hope that you will help me to win the blood of the evil dragon and help my saintess ascend to the realm of ghost king."

"certainly!"

Hearing the sound, Jiang Luxian and Cheng Tianhou's expressions were all solemn, and their nods should be:

"I'll wait, and I'll do my best."

They seem to be extremely afraid of the person who speaks.

…………

Somewhere a pool of water.

"Clatter..."

The water rushed straight up to thousands of feet, and a huge goat held a dragon descendant in its mouth. With a lick of its tongue, it swallowed the 100-meter dragon into its belly.

"Ninth-order dragon transformation, the taste is good."