The depths of the seabed, which is tens of thousands of meters deep, was pitch black and silent without any sound. At this moment, a dragon hundreds of meters swam by, as fast as a phantom, heading towards the deeper.

After diving for another two or three thousand meters, a faint light came from below, and the light became brighter and brighter. In the sight of the dragon, a huge palace made of crystal appeared. The area of ​​the palace was almost the size of a city, carved with many exquisite and mysterious totems, surrounded by flooded water plants and corals.

All kinds of strange-looking sea beasts and strong auras immediately hid far away when they saw this dragon.

The dragon turned into a human form, which was Meng Yuan who escaped from Longcheng not long ago. He looked ugly and flew into the palace in a hurry.

After a moment.

"Bastard! What did you say! You two went to Dragon City and wanted to get the Immortal Taoist's space ring, but Mond was killed and you ran back by yourself?"

The Demon Dragon King slapped the armrest of the chair with a slap, slapped the armrest of some unknown metal into a dent, making a loud noise, and stood up with a loud noise, wide eyes and shouted angrily at Meng Yuan.

The others in the hall were also in an uproar at this time. Unexpectedly, Meng Yuan and Mengde actually ran to Longcheng to find Lin Chen's trouble, and Mengde died there.

Meng Yuan cried and said, "We really didn't expect that there was a powerful helper beside Lin Chen, otherwise, he would never--" "Shut up!"

The Demon Dragon King's face was as cold as frost, and he scolded.

Meng Yuan closed his mouth, lowered his head, and did not dare to say more.

The Demon Dragon King snorted coldly, feeling very annoyed. It was not because of Mond's death, but because of Meng Yuan and Mond's idea of ​​fighting Lin Chen, but one of them was killed in the end, which made him feel that the Demon Dragon clan was completely compared by the Taichu Divine Mountain.

Although the Demon Dragon Clan is really much worse than Taichu Mountain, he is not willing to admit this.

If Mond and Meng Yuan successfully snatched the Immortal Taoist's space ring, he would not only not blame them, but also praise them.

But failure is another matter.

"After experiencing this incident, Lin Chen is afraid that he will hold a grudge against our Demon Dragon Clan."

In the hall, an old man said.

The Demon Dragon King disagreed and said, "It was just that some ordinary people died and some of his subordinates were injured, and he did not kill his woman. Besides, what if he killed his woman?

Which powerful monk would take women seriously?

If the Immortal Taoist's space ring is taken away, he will likely hold a grudge against us.

I don't mind that he holds a grudge against us, but unfortunately, these two wastes not only did not snatch the space ring, but also one of them died!"

When everyone heard this, they thought about it carefully and nodded.

A powerful monk regards other people's lives as grass, women as goods, and only values ​​treasures and opportunities that can improve their own strength. The combined weight of Lin Chen's women and subordinates in his heart is probably not as good as that of the Immortal Taoist's space ring.

Meng Yuan and Mengde just destroyed the Dragon City and seriously injured some of his people. He probably wouldn't care about such things.

Besides, Mengde has died at his hands, so he should be content! Meng Yuan was called a waste by the Demon Dragon King, and he lowered his head and did not dare to speak. His heart was full of hatred. Naturally, he did not dare to hate the Demon Dragon King, but held a grudge against Lin Chen. In his opinion, Lin Chen was really too damning to kill his younger brother. He would avenge this revenge one day.

"Even if I can't kill you, I can find a chance to kill all your women and subordinates! No, those subordinates are killed, and those women are captured and trained to become slaves. When you see if you dare to be arrogant in front of me!"

Meng Yuan thought resentfully in his heart, it was not him who was rampant, but Lin Chen.

As for whether Lin Chen holds a grudge against him, he doesn't care at all.

Now that he has returned to the Demon Dragon Clan's lair, no matter whether that guy holds a grudge against him or not, he will have no choice but to do anything to him.

………In a blink of an eye, more than two months passed, and in Longcheng, buildings that had been destroyed sprouted like mushrooms after a rain, emerged again. Moreover, with the expansion of Longcheng, this once somewhat inconspicuous city has become truly comparable to the capital in terms of scale.

Just as Lin Chen ordered before retreating, Ye Yiren deliberately divided one-third of the area and lived in the people of the Heavenly Lady Kingdom brought to the Tianfei, so that they finally had a place to settle down.

Everything was going on in an orderly manner. The catastrophe more than two months ago did not seem to have any impact on Longcheng. However, the dead residents who were affected by the fish in the pond lost their lives forever.

Qingtian, Blood Demon and others had already left Longcheng two months ago.

The fourth floor of the God Prison Tower.

The Mandala Tree was looking at Lin Chen, who was sitting cross-legged under the shade of the tree.

In the outside world for more than two months, nearly twenty years have passed on the fourth floor of the Divine Prison Tower.

Twenty years, for the existence of the Mandala tree, it is just a short blink of an eye.

During this period, it sensed the aura on Lin Chen's body and was increasing rapidly at an astonishing speed. It had already reached the peak of the Hedao Realm a long time ago.

"What a terrible aura. I feel that Boss Lin Chen is about to enter the Great Perfection of Hedao Realm, right?"

The mandala tree stumbled.

"It's almost done, it's still a little bit short."

Ling'er's voice sounded.

Boom - At this time, the spiritual energy in this space formed a huge vortex, gathering with Lin Chen as the center. Lin Chen's body was like a dry sponge, absorbing the spiritual energy into his body crazily. Immediately, the aura on his body suddenly rose, which was obviously much stronger than before.

He sat cross-legged there, silently, like a dead corpse, giving people the feeling, but it was like a sleeping ferocious beast. Just that invisible pressure was extremely terrifying.

"He broke through!"

Ling'er said.

"Break through again so soon?"

The Mandala Tree screamed in shock.

Ling'er said: "The skills he practiced are quite special, so time is indeed faster.

However, there is nothing strange about this eight-grade Taoist holy pill that can allow him to break through from the late stage of the Hedao Realm to the Great Perfection of the Hedao Realm.

It should be noted that the eighth-grade holy pills of the Taoist realm are extremely precious treasures for practitioners who have attained the Great Perfection of the Taoist realm. Even the heads of the five peak forces cannot be easily taken out."
Chapter completed!