"The 47th generation of the mountain guard dog in Yun Sect, look at the clouds, and bow to the sect leader!"

Yan Li heard this sentence the moment she walked out of the Thunder Immortal Palace.

In front of him, the dignified woman in a plain cloud robe had a clean and tidy body, and she was not confused at all, and she could not see the decay of the dying person.

She worshiped the big gift and couldn't afford to bow.

Guiyun stood behind her and bowed down immediately.

This knock is forty-seven generations of blood, three thousand years of guarding; forty-seven heroic souls, three thousand years of loyalty; forty-seven demon spirits, three thousand years of expectation.

Forty-seven mountain dogs guarding the mountain, waiting for hope lonely for thousands of years.

Born as a mountain dog in Yunzong, and death as a soul in Yunzong's homes.

After a thousand years, they finally waited for this day.

Yan Li clearly saw a trace of tears flashing in the corners of her eyes. It was not the wailing of death, but the joy of gratitude, joy, and joy of long-cherished wish.

If Yan Li had not yet comprehended the Tianlong Yunzhan seal a few moments ago, he would only feel helpless and left this moment deeply in his memory, then comfort Gui Yun and hold a funeral as a condolence.

But now, everything is completely different.

Yan Li is no longer the intelligent boy with a low level of cultivation. He can only survive with power in the cracks and slowly extend his tentacles.

He is the leader of Yun Sect.

The mystery of the vast sea of ​​immortals has opened a corner in front of him. He has seen the way forward and is just waiting to step forward.

Yan Li quietly looked at Wang Yun's corpse.

Before Wangyun bowed, his injuries had exceeded his limit. His body was already as cold as a corpse, and it was completely supported by a thought. After his anger was extinguished, his human figure immediately dissipated and changed back into a snow-white demon dog.

The white dog kowtowed with his eyes and walked very peacefully.

Gui Yun knelt behind her, motionless like a sculpture.

But Yan Li knew that Wangyun's heroic spirit would not dissipate so easily.

The female cultivator's will is firm, just like a towering mountain of clouds, and will not be shaken at any time. Her heroic soul will also bend to the ground and say the final farewell.

Yan Li took a step forward slowly and sighed: "Forty-seven generations... Thousands of years have proved your loyalty. But if you have been watching for thousands of years, do you know what is the authority of the Yun Sect's leader?"

Gui Yun, who was unable to rise, obviously had a shock in his body - over the thousands of years, too many memories have been forgotten. Even the Yun Zong guards the mountain lineage, he only remembers that Yun Zong is powerful in ancient times, but he doesn't know what its background is.

"Guiyun, come here, you should witness this moment with your own eyes." Yan Li said.

Gui Yun stood up stiffly and walked to Yan Li in a swaying step.

Yan Li has never been a person who is polite and identity. He reached out to hold Guiyun's shoulder, stroked his head gently, and smiled and said, "Don't be sad, you will soon see your mother again."

Gui Yun suddenly raised his head, staring at Yan Li with dark eyes, without blinking, full of hope.

Yan Li smiled still, with the arrogant look in her eyes, and said word by word to Wangyun's corpse:

"I, the commander of Yun Sect, granted Wangyun the title of the Dragon God of the Ancient Ze of Shanlan!"

When words come out, the law follows.

Before the words were dissipated, the heaven and earth roared.

Boom-

There was endless thunder blew above the outer courtyard of Yun Sect.

The ancient mountain mist that has not dispersed for thousands of years suddenly dissipated at this moment, presenting the bright blue sky and the brilliant sun.

In the blue sky and the sun, countless golden thunder and lightning lit out of thin air, woven into a majestic giant gate above the nine heavens.

A blue green dragon flew out of the giant gate, circling and diving, landing directly on the body of Wangyun's body, turning into a mysterious talisman with purple in green.

A figure of a white dog flew out from the body of Wangyun, which was integrated with the talisman, and turned into a human figure of Wangyun under the purple and green light.

Her face was exactly the same as before, but there was a pair of exquisite dragon horns on her forehead; the water cloud Taoist robe on her body was replaced with a dreamy white gauze skirt, as if it was shaking in the ancient marsh.

This is the real trump card of the ancient Yun Sect's arrogant look on the world - the Dragon God.

Wangyun transformed into the Dragon God, and the first thing he did when he opened his eyes again was still a great worship.

"The little god of Guze looks at the clouds and bows to the sect leader. Thank you for your kindness in the enthronement!"

"No need to be polite. Your body is just beginning to become a god, and it still needs time to rest. This is the key to this period." Yan Li nodded and said, "In addition, I will take over the affairs of the sect leader and cannot mention any existence. Go."

"Receive the decree." Wangyun saluted respectfully, then turned to Guiyun and said seriously, "As a successor guardian dog, you always remember the glory of our clan!"

"Yes, Mother!" Gui Yun said in response, and said no more. The stiffness of his body and the tense on his face disappeared. A smile even appeared on the corners of his tender mouth.

They are mother and son, never need extra communication.

After Wangyun's instructions were made, it turned into a cloud light and soared into the sky.

Yan Li looked up at the clouds and mist that gradually closed in the sky, and chuckled: "This scene must shock the world! Ha."

"It's a pity that I am not in the mood to pay attention to you. Please guess this puzzle slowly."

——…—

Han Tieyi carried Yu Qingyue's body on his back and ran wildly towards the northwest.

In this direction, there is a Yinfeng Ghost Point that can connect to the Netherworld.

In fact, such a ghost cave is not rare in the world, but it has been sealed by experts from all walks of life, and is often found in places where people are rarely visited, so it will not affect the lives of ordinary people.

The same is true for the ghost caves in the ancient mountain lake. All Yunzong guards the mountain dogs have strengthened the seals in the past dynasties.

Only in recent years, after King Shangwu changed his way of ghost cultivation, this seal was modified and became a shortcut to Fengdu. Its purpose is naturally needless to say.

The messaging talisman for King Shangwu has been sent out, and I believe the prince will respond.

Even so, Han Tieyi still felt anxious - the old guy's soul was dissipating every moment. One minute faster, one more hope for recovery!

Unfortunately, they fought one after another last night and went to pick up Yan Li again this morning. The flying talismans in their hands were used up, otherwise they would have been much sooner.

Fortunately, the innate master at the peak of martial arts is also not slow.

Han Tieyi ran with all his might, quickly over the galloping horse, as fast as a flying leopard. But he still felt that it was not fast enough. For the first time in his life, he felt that a journey of only a hundred miles was so far away!

Suddenly, he felt an unusual cold wind blowing by his face.

He suddenly held on.

The clouds and mist ahead kept changing, and one after another of the gloomy winds came to my face.

Last night, a ghost of the witch clan cultivated blood and sacrificed life, and fought with them, causing two tragedies. Han Tieyi had to be cautious at this time.

He cheered up and looked ahead.

The sky around suddenly turned dark. It seemed as if a thick cloud was covering the sky.

The wind blew away the fog, and ghosts appeared and disappeared from the deep grass and trees in the ancient marble.

Just when Han Tieyi was shocked and confused, the most familiar voice in his dream suddenly came from ahead:

"Iron-clothing, I can't come."

"Prince--" Han Tieyi shouted, and was filled with surprises, flying forward at a faster speed than before.

In a blink of an eye, he saw a car surrounded by a green gauze in the dark wind and ghost fire, and dozens of ghost soldiers with unclear faces were surrounded by them, holding the most familiar black wind and thunder flag.

The mysterious wind and thunder flag that was dreaming about!

"Prince, I will give him a pen..." Han Tieyi shouted.

"I know everything." A clear and majestic voice came from the car, no different from a stranger. "It was my negligence that made you suffer this accident..."

As he said that, a faint green palm flew out of the blue gauze curtain and grabbed Yu Qingyue's body out of thin air.

"Well, the effect of the spirit-suppressing talisman is good, and the spiritual consciousness of Qingyue has not dissipated much." King Shangwu in the car said in a deep voice, "I will take his soul back to Fengdu and use the Ten Thousand Ghost Yin Pond to shape the ghost body. There should be no memory lost. After a while, you will..."

As soon as he said this, he suddenly heard the thunder sounded loudly above the sky.

The ancient mountain mist and clouds dissipate, presenting the blue sky and white sun that is rare in a thousand years!

This power was like the might of heaven. Even King Shangwu's protective clouds were disturbed. The ghosts beside the car were emitting blue smoke in the sunlight.

King Shangwu in the car quickly chanted a spell, covering the surroundings with a small range of dark clouds to isolate the scorching sun in the sky.

The next moment, he and Han Tieyi clearly saw the Thunder Giant Sect above the sky and the Qinglong Talisman that was hovering down!

"The Dragon God's Imperial Execution! How is that possible!" King Shangwu exclaimed in surprise, "Is the legend true?"

Han Tieyi was also shocked by the grand scene in front of her and asked blankly: "Prince, is this?"

It was not until the Thunder Giant Sect disappeared and the strange phenomenon in the sky disappeared that King Shangwu slowly spoke: "A long time ago, I had traveled to the Tai'an Academy in Dongqi and traveled to the East China Sea with many Confucian masters. Because I am a true disciple of Yunzong, I heard an ancient legend from them...

"It is rumored that the master of the Yunzong in the Central Plains today, Donghuang Xuanlong, not only had the cultivation of changing the sky and earth, but also had a great magical power - he could enlighten all things into dragons! Even the dragon clan of the Four Seas was not summoned, but was inspired by the ancestors. Therefore, if the gods in the Dragon Court want to have the real position of the divine dragon, they must be enthroned by the Yunzong's orders!"

"How is this possible?" Han Tieyi couldn't believe it, "How is it possible for the gods to be high above and dominate the world..."

What the old innate said is exactly what ordinary people know: gods are sacred, noble, and omnipotent. The gods in the heavenly court are all managed by the Emperor of Heaven, how can they be enthroned by cultivators?

"I didn't believe it at the beginning. Even the senior who told the story thought it was a joke." King Shangwu sighed, "But today's strange phenomenon, there is no other explanation! I'm afraid that the change of last night made a hidden senior in Yunzong dissatisfied."

Han Tieyi nodded. He still felt that this matter was a bit absurd, but from the prince's mouth, he would only believe it without reservation.
To be continued...