In a space composed of rugged and strange rocks.

The evil god and his men formed the most stable triangle defense formation. The evil god and Menying stood at the back, Menying was slightly in front, and Mr. C stood alone at the front, using his strong body to defend his master from the attack from the blue dragon.

The three dragon breaths did not harm the three evil gods at all, so Qing Shitian became a little anxious.

He swung his huge dragon tail and swept back and forth in front of the pile of strange rocks, lifting up rubble dozens of meters high and shooting it towards the three people.

Under this attack, the pile of strange rocks changed again.

The evil god watched indifferently as the Azure Dragon Ancestor continued to launch ineffective attacks. He smiled, took a step forward, and slowly walked out of the protective formation of his subordinates.

Mr. C shouted silently, but Men Ying stopped him with his eyes.

"Are you always going to choose to be my enemy?"

The ancestor of Qinglong snorted coldly: "Do I have to choose to become your body?"

The ancient divine beast is the most proud existence in the world, and would rather die than become a body. Qing Shitian stared at the man in the silver robe, his energy rising again and again.

"Then let you die. The dead have no ridiculous dignity." The evil god raised his right arm, and Mr. C rushed towards Qing Shitian.

The battle broke out instantly.

Mr. C ran with big strides and threw a right fist from the high platform. The wind around him froze.

The Qinglong Ancestor's expression was stunned, and the shield on his body was immediately rippled by the sudden punch.

Mr. C's fists did not stop. With the help of speed, he moved in mid-air. In just half a second, he had already thrown 12 punches. And these 12 punches hit the same position.

During the first punch, the invisible shield of the Azure Dragon Ancestor only caused a ripple, but the 12 punches hit the same position. With the superimposed force, the invisible shield was overwhelmed and a crack suddenly appeared.

Qing Shitian's pupils narrowed and his thick tail swept towards him.

His huge body is powerful and powerful, but due to its clumsiness, it becomes an obstacle at this moment.

When his big tail swept over, Mr. C had already used his flexibility to dodge the attack and stood firmly in front of Qing Shitian.

"The ancestor of Qinglong is nothing more than that." Mr. C said mockingly.

The Qinglong tribe has never experienced such humiliation. Immediately, the younger generation of the Qinglong tribe flew over and shouted: "I will compete with you."

"Are you worthy of taking action against me?" Mr. C's eyes were full of disdain. He turned slightly and looked at the young dragon who had emerged.

This guy is much smaller than Qing Shitian. He looks so weak that he looks easy to bully.

"Qingyou, step back."

"Ancestor, you are injured, and they ganged up to bully you."

"Qingyou, step back."

"But……"

Seeing that the young tribesmen refused to give in, Qing Shitian let out a long sigh and advised in a deep voice: "You are no match for them. If you go up there, you will die."

If it were said that 5,000 years ago, the combat power of the Qinglong clan was at the top of the world, no one would dare to say no. But now that the earth's spiritual energy is scarce and thinning out year by year, it is rare for the Qinglong clan to give birth to young people, and the Qingyou generation is no longer

Qing Shitian became majestic and strong during his active years.

Qing Shitian knew very well that if he had not taken advantage of the terrain and the blood curse, he would have become the body of the evil god 26 years ago. The strength of his clan members is getting worse with each passing generation, not to mention Mr. C, who has a superb physique.

Even that woman who seems to have little fighting ability is no match.

Qingyou went up to deliver food to the other party.

He couldn't bear to see his people going to die. He was enough to deal with the evil gods.

Qingyou is the youngest generation with the strongest combat power. He has always been brave and proud. He rarely encounters opponents, but is pushed back by his ancestors. If he cannot show his bravery in battle, he knows very well that he will definitely be inferior to others in the future and will soon be beaten.

It's hard to raise your head and be a dragon.

Qingyou refused to accept it and flew straight between Qing Shitian and Mr. C, regardless of the dissuasion of his ancestor.

Dragon scales stood up all over his body, and he said loudly: "What is your name?"

Mr. C looked sarcastic and replied coldly: "Little Qinglong, you don't deserve to know my name."

"You..." Qingyou didn't expect this person to have such an arrogant attitude, and the inherent pride of the Dragon Clan was aroused. "You dare to look down on our Dragon Clan? Just wait and see."

Qingyou opened her mouth wide, and a dark blue light lit up at the bottom of her throat.

The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped. Mr. C stared at it with frowning eyes and murmured: "Ice type?"

In just 2 seconds, Qingyou's blue ice flame was ready. The pressure around him increased sharply, and the strong wind carried countless ice crystals, as sharp as blades. Mr. C took two steps back unconsciously, not because he was afraid of Qingyou's blue ice flame.

, but requires sufficient distance for defense.

His arms were spread wide, and his silver robe was blown by the strong wind of blue ice flames. Mr. C stirred up the spiritual energy in his body, and only used his body to resist the arrival of the blue ice flames.

The green blue ice flames exited and rushed towards Mr. C along with the dragon's breath. The surrounding air quickly froze, and a thick layer of ice crystals formed on the surface of the surrounding jagged rocks.

At that second, Mr. C in the silver robe was completely frozen into an ice sculpture.

Qingyou was about to laugh loudly, but she saw Mr. C's hard silver robe stirring and billowing, and a wave of heat surged out of his body. In less than 3 seconds, it melted the ice around him, even the ice on the ground 3 meters away from his feet.

The ice and snow also melted.

"It's my turn." Mr. C sarcastically raised his right fist high, and then punched the ground. The thick crack in his arm spread rapidly from his fist to the surrounding ground.

With a burst of harsh crackling sounds, the ground frozen by the blue ice flames cracked open. The surrounding strange rocks were smashed into pieces by the force of the punch, and their appearance changed again.

Qing You, who was standing between Mr. C and Qing Shitian, was the first to bear the brunt. His body was shaken by the force of the punch, and the invisible shield around him suddenly turned into ice crystals and dissipated in the air.

Qingyou refused to accept it and rushed forward again, but Qing Shitian's helpless words of dissuasion sounded from behind.

"Qingyou, stand down, you are no match for them."

"Ancestor, even if Qingyou dies in battle, he will seriously injure them one or two for you."

Qing Shitian sighed repeatedly, and seeing that his persuasion failed, he sent Qing You away directly.

…

"Ancestor." Before Qingyou could say anything, his body was sent to the other end of the tomb.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Is it you?" Qingyou turned around and saw a man in a green shirt falling on a large rock. The man under the green shirt was thin, but his face was extremely determined.

Qingyi used his strength with both feet and jumped directly on the head of Qingyou, a member of the Qinglong tribe.

"Your ancestor doesn't want you to die. If you go again, wouldn't it chill his heart?"

"But I can't just watch my ancestor die in the hands of that silver-robed man." Qingyou gritted his teeth and smiled bitterly.

"Don't be too sad, you have already played your role." Qingshan smiled faintly, looking confident.

"Me?" Qingyou didn't know why, her eyes filled with doubts.

"You delayed time." Qingshan smiled again, "Didn't you notice any changes in the Qinglong Tomb?"

Hearing what the green-shirted human said, Qingyou came to his senses. He raised his head and looked around, and indeed noticed something strange.

"Is it the Five Saints Array? I can sense the breath of the Five Saints Array." Qingyou's eyes burst out with light, and she said happily: "You want to use the Five Saints Array to trap those silver-robed men, right?"

"clever."

Qingyou had just woken up from a deep sleep. He didn't know the origin of many things and was a little confused. He asked again: "Then what role do I play? Can I be a formation eye?"

"No, no." Qingshan didn't want to say more.

However, Qingyou, who has an upright and open-minded temperament, did not want to let him go. He grabbed Qingshan and refused to let him go. He asked hard: "Tell me quickly, what is your plan and what can I do?"

"The Five Holy Arrays need to be driven by five ancient beasts of different bloodlines. Your ancestors will personally take charge of the center of the array, so your descendants will not have to enter. The other four have been found, so there is no need to worry."

"Don't leave. Talk to me more. Even if I'm not qualified to be a formation keeper, I can still help you."

The green-clothed human glanced at the impatient Qing You, laughed again, and said, "Want to help?"

"Yeah." Qingyou nodded obediently, swishing his tail back and forth.

Little does it know that its huge dragon tail has wiped out a mountain of strange rocks. Countless small animals living here have been forced to lose their homes.

The green-shirted human lowered his head and thought for a moment, then raised his head and narrowed his eyes instantly, pointing in the direction. "Fly five miles in that direction and you will see a handsome young man named Heiyuan. He is my fourth junior brother and he is also here to help.

One of the humans your ancestors fought against the evil god, he has the Lin piece given by your ancestors.

How about finding him and becoming his temporary mount?"

Being used as a mount for someone is not a very honorable thing for the proud dragon clan, unless the human being is extremely powerful.

The green-shirted human noticed Qingyou's hesitation, with an impenetrable smile on his lips, and said: "Although my junior brother's strength is not half as good as mine, his potential is much better than mine. In less than a year, he will

From an ordinary person to a peak powerhouse in the Divine Sea, you have been aggrieved and aggrieved. Being his mount for a day, no, half a day will not ruin your face."

Seeing that Qingyou still couldn't make a decision, the green-shirted human fired again. "By the way, I forgot to tell you that my junior brother was recognized as the master by Qilin."

"Impossible, how can Qilin like human beings?" Qingyou's outlook was completely shattered. His face was full of doubts: "You are the dark night messenger of the black tribe after all. Is it appropriate to use this excuse to coax an upright dragon?"

"Haha, if you don't believe me, just go and take a look and you will know."

"Go and go, whoever is afraid of whom? If I see that boy named Heiyuan and it's different from what you said, I will come to get you sore." Qingyou flew away angrily.

Hei Zhuo stood on the big rock, looked up at the powerful dragon clan who disappeared into the sky, and his smile gradually faded.
To be continued...