The Taoist of Gray Robe said his heart, and the moment Yan Zhaoge took action, he was more surprised and angry.

Surprised, I was full of inexplicableness.

Even if the other party came for Su Mingzhang, does the half-man and half-dragon Su Mingzhang, the Kunpeng clan value it so much?

After surprise, anger comes.

A mere demon turtle, dare to take the initiative to attack him?

Who gave him the courage?

I am indeed a dragon, not a real dragon, but it is also the real peak of the tenth level of the Demon King. I am only one step away from becoming a real dragon.

No matter how powerful the Kunpeng clan is, no matter how powerful the inheritance is, it is not enough to allow the opponent to cross such a big gap.

The Ninth Level of the Demon King to the Tenth Level of the Demon King, or the Ninth Level of the Martial Saint to the Tenth Level of the Martial Saint, the gap is almost a barrier in one step.

Ten powerful men at the ninth level of the demon king were besieged together, but they could not do anything to him.

What's more, Kunpeng, who only has the eighth level of the demon monarch?

"What a courage!" The Taoist of Gray Robe felt that he had suffered contempt and humiliation.

Because in his opinion, the little Kunpeng in front of him relies on the fact that the other party is pure blood Kunpeng, and he is a mixed-blooded dragon clan, and there is a difference in the background of both parties.

The Taoist robe sneered repeatedly, and then waved his claws and grabbed Yan Zhaoge!

"Little Kunpeng, you forgot that although I am a dragon, as long as I pass the immortal tribulation, I will become a real dragon!"

A powerful person with potential like him will also value it and support it by the real dragon clan.

Otherwise, he would not have been sent to the Yanlong Realm to work.

If he had a conflict with the innate dragon clan, he would inevitably suffer as a stepmother.

But in the battle with other foreign tribes, the dragon tribe will support him!

The face of the gray-robed Taoist became ferocious, almost fading away from his human form, and it looked like a dragon's head.

But he was soon stunned again.

I saw a light flashing in the opponent's palm.

Then, another palm stretched out from it!

The breath on the palm made the gray-robed Taoist a little unfamiliar: "This...is this human blood?"

He felt something was wrong in his heart, so he wanted to retreat.

But how could the palm that stretched out from the light make him run away?

He grabbed the claws of the dragon that had already appeared in the gray-robed Taoist with his palm, and then dragged him into the light!

The wings behind Beiming's clone were spread out, and his body also changed, gradually turning into a real Kunpeng appearance.

The strong blood of the demon qi scattered all over, which to a certain extent covered the aura of Yan Zhaoge's original attack.

The gray-robed Taoist had no time to let out a scream, and was dragged into the light of Beiming's clone's palm by Yan Zhaoge.

When Bei Ming clone clenched his fist, the light naturally disappeared.

The gray-robed Taoist was dizzy and his eyes changed, and turned into a light curtain and entered an unstable independent space.

Yan Zhaoge himself stood in this space, looking at him with a smile.

"There are still no gods that have not been seen in the acupoints. Are there humans in the ninth level of the Martial Saint? But why does it feel so terrible?" The gray-robed Taoist was surprised and still tried to break free from Yan Zhaoge's palm.

Just now, Yan Zhaoge's power to drag him into this space shocked him.

At this moment, he didn't care about anger and shame, nor did he intend to attack Yan Zhaoge, but just wanted to leave this space first.

But Yan Zhaoge's palm seemed to be tied to the wrist of the gray-robed Taoist. No matter how hard the gray-robed Taoist broke free, it would not move at all.

"Has Kunpeng colluded with the human race? What do they want to do?" Seeing that the gray-robed Taoist could not break free, he simply made up his mind and grabbed Yan Zhaoge's face with a fierce claw.

Yan Zhaoge had his other left hand behind him, without any intention of resisting.

He grabbed the right hand of the gray-robed Taoist and shook it in the air.

The entire body of the gray-robed Taoist was carried by Yan Zhaoge into the air, with his head heavy and his feet light.

The singer Yan Zhao shook, and his strength trembled so hard that the bones of the other party seemed to be dispersed.

As the shaking was made, the gray-robed Taoist lost his human form, and the true form of a dragon appeared directly in the middle of the rolling gray smoke.

The huge body, under Yan Zhaoge's palm, shrank to a straw rope.

Yan Zhaoge shook his right hand in the air, directly shaking the gray dragon's true energy, his bones disconnected and became soft like a dead snake.

Then he slowly stretched out his left hand, pinched the Huijiao's neck from the other end, and asked with a smile: "Okay, now we can have a good conversation."

"Why are you here? What did the owner of this place leave here?"

The gray dragon rolled his eyes and looked at the space where the light was shaking in front of him, and felt despair in his heart.

No one knows if he dies here.

At least, it is impossible to notice immediately. By the time the strong men in his clan discovered it, Yan Zhaoge had already run away.

"I was just ordered to act, just to come and see if the owner of this place has left anything." Gray Dragon replied helplessly: "I haven't found it yet, and I don't know if it's true, but there are really no clues, so I can only come and try my luck again."

"Why don't you come early or late? I've been here recently?" Yan Zhaoge asked.

The gray dragon replied, "The owner of this place is hard to find. I heard that it finally appeared again a while ago, but it was still elusive, so the clan told me to come and take a look."

"The owner of this place has been leaving here for thousands of years, and has only returned once about a thousand years ago. It should be for no reason, so the clan always doubts that he has left something."

Yan Zhaoge asked about the time carefully, and then roughly estimated the time.

The time when Huo Yao Yinghuo first left the Flame Dragon Realm was not far from the time when he appeared in the Taoist universe as rumored.

In other words, I did not return after leaving, and I did not come back once until a thousand years ago, and then I left again soon.

In this way, no matter how you look at it, it seems like you have something to come back.

So, what are you doing?

No wonder everyone cares about the Flame Dragon World.

Yan Zhaoge temporarily dispersed the blood of the gray dragon, then suppressed him with the sun seal, and handed him over to Panpan to deal with it.

As for whether to eat or play, Panpan decides at his own discretion.

Bei Ming's clone fell at this time, and came to the valley, looked around, and looked around.

"It is difficult for others to find out what Huo Yao Yinghuo is to hide something, but it is not ruled out that there are top-notch monsters coming here to investigate." Yan Zhaoge thought to himself: "Since that's the case, why have you not gained anything?"

Beiming clone walked in the valley. As he walked, he saw a huge tomb standing in front of him.

He moved slightly in his heart, walked forward, and saw two names engraved on the tombstone.

"Is Huo Yao Yinghuo's parents buried together?"

There is no special restrictions on the tombs. Some simple care to prevent wind and sun exposure are still arranged by the fertile and littery sites that occupy the Yanlong Realm.

However, no one has the idea of ​​setting up a tomb.

Taking the gray dragon as an example, his eyesight is enough to see through the ground, and it is clear whether there is anything hidden at a glance.

If the tomb is destroyed, it will undoubtedly be a great revenge on life and death, and it is too unworthy.

Yan Zhaoge also felt that according to the rumored temperament, Huo Yao Yinghuo Shangzun should not use his parents' grave to hide things.
Chapter completed!