Jin Shilong fell into deep thought, and this family sage recorded in the genealogy. There are naturally reasons why he did not become the patriarch.

There was once a record in the ancient book in the corner of the Zushi Hall, which was too long since forgotten.

Nowadays, the ancient book should be covered by dust. The Jinshilong was also curious when he was a child, so he accidentally took a look.

When Jin Shilong was a child, that happened more than three thousand years ago. I didn’t take it seriously at that time, and it was blurred after so long.

At the fierce battle, the water droplets continued to split and stir, and they continued to repeat. The water droplets were from the size of their fingertips at the beginning to the point where they were almost invisible. In the sky, it seemed like a large net woven by countless small airflows.

Lu Li was trapped in it, and in half the incense stick, nearly half of the clone evolved from Li Ying.

As the splitting water droplets became denser, Lu Li's clone dissipated faster and faster.

Liying is the supreme secret method of Qingyang Sect, and it consumes spiritual energy when used.

Moreover, this secret technique has its limitations and can only be used once within a month.

The more you surpass the current state of heaven, the more you are hindered by the state of heaven. This is the case with Li Ying. Otherwise, wouldn’t it be invincible to use it casually?

Just as the water droplets of the flying sword continued to increase suddenly, Lu Li's transformation shadows became less and less. One rose and the other fell, and Lu Li quickly fell into a passive state.

His Taoist robe was broken and his clothes were stained with blood, and his hairpin was cracked and his hair was disheveled.

Lu Li was in a desperate situation and could not make any progress, let alone the three-foot green breeze in his hand that hurt the other party.

Jiao Zongheng couldn't tell whether it was joy or sorrow, and his smile was fun: "Lu Li was defeated, and it was purely futile to continue to persist."

Shimobu, who is in the same camp and in the same continent, highly recognized it: "Lu Li is too stubborn, and he should retreat and leave his life."

The Netherworld Hell of the Wild Continent was extremely unhappy when they saw the Dragon Continent, and said sarcastically: "It's not a loss to live at such an old age. I'm almost hopeless about being knocked down. There's no difference between dying early and late."

"It's best to die. There is a top sword cultivator missing from the Dragon Abyss. There are so many big monsters who die in my wilderness continent."

"You don't even have the qualifications to participate in the war, what qualifications do you have to make trouble?" The old scholar didn't like to listen to their quarrels and immediately refuted.

At the same time, he was worried about Lu Li. If he persisted, he would be like to exchange his life, but he could not win.

The old scholar also had a glimmer of hope. Lu Li was known as the number one sword cultivator in the Abyss of the Dragon, and his flying sword never came out.

The golden dragon's eyes were gloomy. Although it was a monster from the wild continent, it was more concerned about the victory of the two continents at this time.

As for the grudge between humans and demons, it is temporarily put aside. Lu Li feels regretful when he loses the battle, and Lu Li will feel regretful when he dies in the battle.

Seeing Lu Li's body being pierced one after another, blood flowing into the column from front to back. The most dangerous thing is less than an inch from Lu Li's heart.

Jin Shilong sighed inwardly: "Lu Li is in danger, the rabbit dies and the fox is sad. Who will be the next one?"

Suddenly, he had an idea and shouted loudly: "Old Ancestor Jin Li is strong in his body but not in his soul, and his perception is a defect."

"In order to achieve the ultimate strength of physical strength, the weak eyes of the demon clan were beaten to the point of being as hard as a stone. But after all, it was not the gifted eyes, and they could not be compared with the physical strength."

"During the beating of Ao, my eyes were overwhelmed, and the range I saw was less than one zhang."

Lu Li, who was covered in blood and in a mess, said loudly: "I'm just waiting for my brother's words, thank you Brother Jin."

Thirty dead flying swords appeared out of thin air, but they were not at the level of the sect leader after all. They were one level different from Qi Xuanzhen.

Separate two groups, each of which is fifteen flying swords connected to the head and tail. It looks like two giant swords stabbed Jin Li's eyes respectively.

The Netherworld Hell sarcastically: "Are you thirty flying swords? Not enough."

The old scholar's eyes were shining. As the sect leader of Qingyang Sect, he was enough to understand the deputy sect leader of his own sect.

The old scholar murmured to himself: "Lu Li, I'm looking at you."

But Lu Li sacrificed thirty flying swords, and the old man suddenly became a little older.

Still shouted loudly: "Sword Qi is strong, go."

Lu Li’s sword energy is not a torrent, but a well-deserved qi. It is not as cold as the sword energy, and the restrained sacred qi is more like the internal force of martial arts.

The two flying swords were like a bamboo shoot, and all the water droplets collapsed on the way. When they stabbed their eyes, their strength was not bad, and they fell one after another after a tingling collision.

The sword energy that followed did not hinder the rapid advance of the road. Then he stabbed into Jin Li's eyes, and after a jingling collision, strands of black blood flowed out.

Then, the two sword energy wrapped around Liuying faster, more ruthless and more fierce.

Only then did everyone realize that Lu Li had thirty-two natal flying swords. Some of his enemies subconsciously sweated coldly.

This guy hid deep enough, but fortunately he was forced out of all his strength by the dark puppet.

The last two flying swords were Lu Li's full strength. After using the flying swords, the old man was depressed and weak and smashed into the ground.

The two flying swords were as powerful as bamboo, and after piercing into Jin Li's eyes, they exploded inside the huge head.

Lu Li was really cruel. The two strongest flying swords chose to self-destruct without a fixed degree of hesitation.

From then on, his combat power was greatly reduced, and the damage caused by the opportunity recoil was enough to cultivate for a while.

The effect after the war was huge. Jin Li's head exploded. Black blood turned into fog, and his huge body slapped the dark puppets on the ground to death.

The two continents are better than that, and the atmosphere of the black dragon trapped in the demon cave is hard to bear.

It is not scary to lose. Lu Li's huge body fell down and all of them hit his own camp. The confrontation of dark puppet army was shot to death by a quarter of it.

Even if there is a deep-seated existence like the trapped demon cave, the owner Black Dragon will inevitably suffer from heart and lung pain.

The Black Dragon Monster screamed: "Bastard, it's almost an era. The damn Dragon Slave Realm has not yet entered the Dharma-Ending Age, and there are so many old turtles."

The speaker is unintentional and the listener is intentional. The era is the general term for an era. Without a fixed time, it is often the end of an era, which opens up an era.

The Dharma-Ending Age has entered the Age of Prosperity, which can be called an era. On the contrary, the Age of Prosperity has entered the Age of Prosperity, which is also an era.

The end of an era of chaos can also be called the end of an era. In short, there are many ways to draw conclusions.

The current fierce battle between the Qianlong Continent and the Wild Continent has been fierce for thousands of years, but it is far from being able to affect the beginning and end of an era.

It’s not that there is not enough time, but that the scale of the impact is not enough. The old guys know how to count the epoch, but they can’t figure out how to judge this epoch.

The black dragon is also enough to make people feel enticed, so after saying something, he kept silent.

What moved the two continents most was the theory of trapping the dragon world, and one world can also be called a world. The trapping the dragon world can also be called the trapping the dragon world.

Even those who have lived for thousands of years, Qi Xuanzhen and the old scholar have been together, are still monks who have been in trouble.

The black dragon vented enough and was no longer speaking. The battle between the trapped dragon world and the trapped demon cave continued.

Copper coins selected three powerful men from the Dragon Continent in a row, and the fourth place was the turn of the Wild Continent.

The Netherworld Hell, who had just spoken out, was reluctantly chosen by copper coins.

After his opponent transformed into his original body, he had the heart to die in the Netherworld Hell.

It is a fire phoenix that has disappeared from the world. At least ten thousand years ago, there has been no real fire phoenix on the wild continent.

However, on the side of the Kuanglong Continent, the Feng family is filled with the blood of the Fire Phoenix. It is just a human race, not a demon race.

As the name suggests, the phoenix is ​​a hundred feet long and phoenix bird that is surrounded by black flames. The burning surrounding space is unstable. The attack and killing methods are all hot black flames, which squirt out from all parts of the body of the fire phoenix.

As soon as the war started, Fire Phoenix went all out. He did not give the Netherworld Hell a chance to counterattack, and instantly trapped him in the flames.

The thick black substance and the double invasion of high temperatures, the Netherworld Hell only lasted for one stick of incense in the flames.

Then he also turned into a firebird, but he did not look mighty as his opponent Fire Phoenix.

The dark feathers were covered with a layer of black gray, and a tuft of white hair on the top of the head turned black.

The enemy's flames were burning all over his body, grinning in pain. He broke through the flame cage and finally had the chance to sacrifice two black and white flying swords.

Fire Phoenix's attack was still fierce, and it opened its mouth for the first time to squirt. A fireball about the same size as its body was like a black sun passing through the sky.

The black and white swords fell into the fireball, just like two toothpicks. They could not sputter the slightest wave, nor could they disturb the fireball's slight chaos.

The throat of the Netherworld Hell was hot, and a mouthful of blood was spurted out. It was obvious that the black and white swords inside the fireball were damaged and they were backfired.

Without waiting for the Netherworld Hell to react, it was like a black fireball on the sun swept rapidly and Mount Tai smashed down with a bang.

The Netherworld Hell had no chance to run away, and was immediately wrapped in black flames. A shrill roar came from the flames.

When the Netherworld Hell broke free from the fireball, the black eagle who was usually majestic and unhurried became a hairless chicken.

Very clean, with wrinkled and old skin exposed, without a single hair left.

A wisp of smoke came out when he opened his mouth: "I surrender and admit defeat and won't fight."

The dark puppet is very honest, and the other party surrenders immediately. The fire phoenix turns into a woman with a charm and returns to her camp without a expression.

The third formation trapped Long Tian and lost, and it was too embarrassing to lose, and the kind who took the initiative to admit defeat.

The old face of the Netherworld Hell has no place to put it, so he made an excuse with shamelessness: "There is one level difference, and the strength difference is too great to fight."

Winning and defeat are common in military affairs, and no one deliberately blames him. Instead, he seems narrow-minded when he makes excuses.

Only his friend Jiao Zongheng is the same as him. He does not feel embarrassed at all, but instead thinks it is just right to lose.

He patted the shoulders of the Netherworld and comforted him: "It's okay, if anyone goes, it will be a fate."

He laughed rather than angry: "Hahaha, no matter whether this battle is win or defeat, in short, just do your best."

"Go back and grab a few monsters in the upper five realms to drink, so I can replenish my body well."

Then, Jiao Zongheng's laughter came to an abrupt end. The copper coins were suspended in front of him and pressed against his eyebrows with a snap.

Jiao Zongheng's swear words: "Damn it, what the hell is copper coins? You can't escape them."
To be continued...