The guardian of Qinglong was full of pride and comfort when he said this.

Daochen understood that this was very similar to the spirit he had when he found the Qinglong, which means that the Qinglong had found a heir, and this heir would surpass him. This is Qinglong's greatest confidence!

"Qin Hao?" Dao Chen quickly shook his head: "No, it's Qin Ming! The Supreme Bloodline of the Spirit!"

Since Qin Ming entered the divine seclusion and caused the vision of thousands of miles to be taken away by the White Tiger, this new star, destined to be dazzling, has disappeared, and there is no news about it. Now it seems that he was taken over by Qinglong as a disciple who was closed.

Daochen understands the ability of the Qinglong. A man who can be valued so much by Qin Hao must be extraordinary.

"It seems you have decided?"

"I'll bother Master to be this lobbyist."

Daochen sighed, and then handed the document sealed with the cuff to Qinglong: "This is the proposal of the aristocratic family, you can choose to accept or refuse."

Qinglong took the document, his eyes flashed with green light. After reading it, he was silent for a while, and then said, "The Land of God's Fall?"

"Yes, the land of God Falling is a secret realm that can only be entered by reaching the realm of refining the gods. Both sides can summon the powerful people who are refining the gods on their side without restrictions and fight for life and death in the land of God Falling. The winner will win this victory and get everything, and the loser will naturally die."

Daochen sighed: "The fisherman gains profit from fighting against the snipe and clams. China can no longer withstand internal friction. This is the best solution. How about the battle to determine the country?

The current situation actually has a great advantage in protecting China.

Under the cultivation of the thinking of protecting China for decades, the existence of aristocratic families has been at dusk and sunset, and it is despised by the world. It also coincides with this martial arts world that has not been seen in a thousand years. It is the best time to overthrow aristocratic family.

But as Tong Daochen said, even if China can win, it will definitely end with a miserable victory in the end, and it will erase too many of China's resources and too many people will die because of it.

If you can win the world in one battle.

It's a good idea.

The guardian of Qinglong was silent for nearly an hour before nodding: "I agree."

Daochen seemed to have known this answer long ago: "On the full moon night, the place where the gods fell, one battle will determine the world."

Daochen turned around, but said, "You still have a chance to regret it before this. You should understand what kind of deeply rooted forces you are facing. In order to protect your own interests, these people will do whatever they want..."

The guardian of the Qinglong looked at Daochen's expression of wanting to speak but stopping, and smiled rare: "I know."

"Oh." Dao Chen sighed lightly, and his body dissipated in this Fengshan land.

The Qinglong guard stood on the top of Mount Tai, overlooking the whole world, smiled and turned around resolutely.

Everything continues.

But the confrontation between the Shi Family and the new generation has eased.

But everyone felt an almost suffocating atmosphere.

No one knows that in three days, a war that determines the fate of China will begin.

No one knows that just today, a woman broke through the plane and descended to the earth.

Three days passed in a flash.

The land of Fengshan, Mount Tai.

In a secret realm that no one knows.

A young man, a man at the peak, stands against each other, and is guarding Qin Ming and Qinglong

Boom boom boom boom.

The fist wind that Qin Ming swung was strong and powerful, wrapped in the power of mysterious rules, and it has been nearly a year since he came to this confined space. During this year, Qinglong Guardian trained him personally. Qin Ming naturally understood how rare this opportunity was, cherishing every minute and every second, and he did not disappoint Qinglong Guardian and fully developed the Supreme Bloodline of the Spirit.

At this time, Qin Ming was already at the peak of the divine hidden, and he only needed one opportunity to enter the realm of refining the gods!

By then, he will be one of the most powerful people in the world.

"Qin Ming, remember that bloodline is just an auxiliary, and the real strong lies in himself and in faith."

Qin Ming nodded solemnly, raised his head and looked at the cold man. He always felt that the man who taught him everything today was a little different, but he couldn't tell what was different.

"I have taught you everything I should teach you. You need to walk the future path yourself."

"So can I leave now? I miss my brother. Is he doing well?" Qin Ming said excitedly.

"He is very good. Your brothers are the star of hope in China." The guardian of Qinglong reached out and patted Qin Ming on the shoulder: "What you lack most now is actual combat. Here I portray the outstanding strong people I have encountered in recent years, including the four leaders of the military region, the strongest artificial human, and the Vermilion Bird and White Tiger Xuanwu. Of course, the heads of various families are also among them, and have you seen the last door?"

Qin Ming looked up and saw that the last door stood in the center, looking sacred and inviolable.

"As long as you defeat me in this door, you can leave."

"What?" Qin Ming was about to ask something, but the guardian of the Qinglong had disappeared, leaving Qin Ming alone in this secret realm.

"Can you leave by defeating these portrayals?" Qin Ming's eyes showed a fighting spirit: "So, come on!"

Qinglong looked at Qin Ming's figure from afar, smiled with relief, then stopped nostalgia, and completely left this secret realm.

Defense Headquarters.

At this time, the hot flavor of the hot pot was drifting away.

The guardian of Zhuque said in confusion: "Brother Qinglong, this battle is imminent, you are interested in making hot pot."

Zhuque stuffed a slice of fat beef into his mouth with spicy sauce.

"Zhuque, you are a woman, you have to be reserved, why are you still as you were back then, without any image?" Baihu smiled, as if he remembered the youthful era back then.

"You have to care." Zhuque pouted.

Xuanwu was silently simmering the hot pot and enjoyed it.

"Speaking of this, it has been decades since the four of us have been together. This time has always passed in a blink of an eye."

"Brother Qinglong, why are you sad that autumn is coming, and the decisive battle is about to come, and you are feeling it? Don't worry, the ghosts and monsters of the aristocratic families are still afraid that we can't deal with it?" Zhuque said carelessly, tilted his head, opened a bottle of red wine of some years and poured it into his mouth.

"Just a little emotional."

Qinglong lowered his head. Back then, just like the King of Qin Wu Mao Xingxiu Mu Shaoyun and Ren Yuhuan, the four of them were brothers. The four of them were like-minded, and they hit it off. Qinglong became the elder brother naturally. Along the way, the four of them lived and died together. This friendship has been melted into their blood, and they can hand over their backs to their relatives.

"Drinking strong wine today, and killing people today!" Baihu said heroically.

"The immortal karma of thousands of years is all in the murder!" Xuanwu echoed.

"Kill the world and fight, and women talk about their beards!" Zhuque laughed.
Chapter completed!