Chapter 394 Gu Yiren: Leave your dragon tendons

Chapter 394 Gu Yi그: Leave your dragon tendons

In the teleportation vortex, a figure gradually approached, the majestic aura of the Holy Lord circulated, and the young prodigy's unique surging life essence was released, making many creatures look amazed after seeing it.

Even those Taidai creatures who were sharpening their knives and preparing to kill Gu Changqing and seize the Holy Lord's legacy were all amazed when they saw this.

"You are so young, and with such level of cultivation and luck, no wonder you can intercept the legacy of the Hu clan!"

"It's rare, it's rare. It's a pity that such a young 그 does not belong to my Taidai. He is from the 그 clan and is destined to have a bleak future!"

When all the Taidai creatures were admiring, a cold voice sounded, causing many Taidai creatures to hold their breath, remain silent, and look towards the person who spoke.

He was a young man, with dragon-like long horns on his forehead, which were bright green and clean, and his aura gave him an otherworldly feeling.

놛 was dressed in green clothes, carrying a dark green halberd on his back. 놇 appeared at this moment, causing many Tai 녢 creatures to change their colors slightly after recognizing 놛.

"This is an ancestor of the Qingjiao Clan, who has reached the quasi-sage level! I didn't expect him to be here!"

"But yes, this time the Qingjiao Clan is said to have sent many strong men into the Desolate Tower and found many Saint King-level inheritances. The quasi-sage ancestor of the Qingjiao Clan is probably here to support them. Young Master, bring out those divine treasures!”

"The inheritance of the Holy King... Although it is not as good as the legacy of the Holy King, it is more numerous and equally astonishing. The rise of the Qingjiao clan is really like a rainbow, and it can no longer be controlled!"

Many Taibi creatures sighed in their hearts and were in awe of the great uncle of the Qingjiao tribe.

Listening to their compliments, the quasi-holy uncle of the Qingjiao Clan also showed a proud smile. Immediately, his eyes fell on the quasi-holy ancestors of the Yinming and Blood Bird Clan.

After glancing at them, the quasi-sage of the Qingjiao tribe withdrew his gaze, but the words he spoke made the quasi-sage ancestors of these two tribes change their expressions slightly.

"This genius of the 그 clan is indeed not powerful, but how powerful is my Taiga creature? Back then, the 그 clan was just our servant, eating blood!"

"But as the years have passed, our glory has dimmed. Some of us have been lying under the glory of our ancestors without making progress, and were counterattacked by the ants of our clan. It is really a shame for our holy clan! It's time to reflect!"

The quasi-sage of the Qingjiao tribe spoke in an extremely yin-yang tone, which made the quasi-saint ancestors of the Yin Ming and Blood Bird tribe blush and almost burst their lungs with anger!

But they endured this anger in the end. Even though they had trump cards and were confident that they could surpass the quasi-sage of the Qingjiao clan, they were unwilling to break up with this clan until the end.

The Saint-level Taoism, the ethnic group in which the powerful Saint-level clan 꿗놋 is located, is still much more powerful than these two tribes.

Seeing that the quasi-sages of the two tribes did not dare to refute, the quasi-sage of the Qingjiao tribe also smiled proudly.

놛What I want is to beat the Yinming Clan and the Blood Bird Clan.

These two clans secretly found the remains of the Holy King. If the genius of the 그 clan hadn't come out of nowhere and allowed these two clans to seize this opportunity, the Qingjiao clan's status would have been impacted.

Thinking of this, the quasi-sage of the Qingjiao Clan couldn't help but feel a little grateful to the genius of the 그 Clan whom he had never met before.

"Later, I will give this kid from the 그 tribe a quick death!"

The quasi-sage of the Qingjiao tribe thought.

His eyes couldn't help but look in the direction of the teleportation vortex.

At the same time, 놛 did not forget to wave 꿛, summoning a group of strong men from the Qingjiao tribe to follow behind him, so that 놛 could prepare.

Once the genius of the 그 clan came out who had blocked the opportunity between the two races, the 놛s came out forcefully and killed and annihilated them on the spot.

However, even the senior officials of the Qingjiao Clan were extremely excited and gearing up to fight.

As the figure approached, everyone gradually began to feel a little less calm.

Because, although the young prodigy is powerful.

But as the distance gets closer, the restriction of the desolate tower weakens.

Their sense of Qi movement has become more and more clear.

The aura of that genius does not resemble that of the 그 clan, but instead smells of the desolate aura unique to Taidai creatures!

"Not from the 그 clan?"

"Is he a genius from all races in Taibai?"

All the senior officials of the Qingjiao Clan couldn't help but stir up a commotion.

Moreover, they also felt that the aura of that figure was mixed with a strange wave, which was confronting the restriction of Huangta.

This situation is all too familiar to us.

That is the fluctuation that occurs when the forbidden weapon refined by the World Saint Taoists is activated.

What shocked them even more was that they were extremely aware of the fluctuations of the forbidden device——

"Then...isn't that the forbidden weapon of our Qingjiao Clan!?"

Even the quasi-sage from the Qingjiao tribe changed his color.

"Not the genius of the 그 clan, but the younger generation of my Qingjiao clan? The young master of my Qingjiao clan!?"

Not a member of the 그 clan, but a young Taidai creature, who also carries the top forbidden weapon of the Qingjiao clan.

The combination of these factors caused the quasi-sage of the Qingjiao Clan to come back to their senses and suddenly change their expression.

The surrounding Taidai creatures, who were gearing up and waiting to come out, were dumbfounded when they heard this, but they didn't wait for them to react.

"brush!"

That figure suddenly rushed out of the desolate tower and appeared in front of everyone. If it wasn't the young master of the Qingjiao tribe, who else could it be! ?

However, this high-spirited young master of the Qingjiao tribe has strong blood.

But his expression and appearance at this moment were extremely embarrassed.

The forbidden weapon of the Qing Jiao clan behind him showed a phantom of a dragon, which protected him and rushed out of the desolate tower, then quietly dissipated.

After the forbidden weapon dissipated, the young master of the Qing Jiao clan seemed to have completely lost his support and was extremely panicked.

He did not have the dignity and bearing of a young master of the Saint clan. He was as panicked as a dog that had lost its home, and his eyes swept over the heroes waiting at the entrance in front of him.

After seeing the quasi-saints of the Qing Jiao clan, the light in his eyes almost turned into substance, and he rushed over here regardless of everything, as if he was being chased by a beast, miserable to the extreme!

"This, young master, what's going on!?"

"Young master, what happened in the desolate tower? Where are the high-ranking officials of our clan? Where is the Qingju ancestor who entered the desolate tower?"

The high-ranking officials of the Qing Jiao clan were not calm and hurried over.

Even the quasi-saint uncle of the Qing Jiao clan was shocked by this scene. He didn't care too much and rushed over to pick up the young master of the Qing Jiao clan. His heart was beating fast.

When the surrounding Tai creatures saw this scene, their eyes were dull and they were a little stunned. They didn't know what to say for a while.

The Qing Jiao clan, which was originally high up and overlooking the heroes, had just mocked the Yinming clan and the Blood Bird clan and attacked them.

In a blink of an eye, the young master of their clan actually escaped from the desolate tower in a panic.

The slap in the face came too suddenly, so they couldn't react.

As for the group of strong men of the Qing Jiao clan, it goes without saying.

Since the quasi-saint of the Qing Jiao clan, everyone's cheeks are burning at this moment.

The quasi-saint uncle stepped forward, caught the young master of the Qingjiao clan, and hastily checked the situation for him. After confirming that although he was injured, there was no Taoist injury that affected his foundation, he left directly.

He didn't even care about helping him treat it, and asked about the situation in the desolate tower as soon as possible.

"Young master, what happened inside?"

Hearing the quasi-saint of the Qingjiao clan opening.

The masters of various sects couldn't help but look over here, and their eyes were full of curiosity and exploration.

Hearing the words of the uncle, the young master of the Qingjiao clan wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, he spit out a mouthful of blood.

That miserable appearance made everyone dumbfounded.

Although the young master of the Qingjiao clan is a genius of the younger generation.

But inside the desolate tower, there are immortal restrictions to check and balance all the strong men.

It is no exaggeration to say that the talent of the young master of the Qingjiao clan, plus the forbidden weapon bestowed by the Qingjiao clan, is enough to say that.

Even if there is a quasi-saint realm being, the young master of Qingjiao is sure to escape safely without the help of the Desolate Tower.

What kind of peerless fierceness can beat such a being so miserably?

Just when everyone was confused, the Desolate Tower appeared, and the transmission vortex was lit up with rainbow light again.

In the vortex, two figures and one small figure jumped out of it.

The youngest one, a little girl in a red skirt like fire, looked only six or seven years old, but at this moment, she jumped high, shouted with a supreme domineering aura, and her breath was locked on the young master of Qingjiao!

"Qing Changchong wants to run, but leave your dragon tendons and make a belt for my father!"