After Gu Qingshui's death, the sword that sent his soul to return to the sect wiped out the main peak of the Beast-Fighting Sect, and it also happened to provide Zhuang Jiuzhu with a hiding place. Even so, knocking off the first Guashan still left a lot of scars on its body.

It stared at Zhuang Xuan, the head of the Imperial Beast Sect, as if anger was burning in Chijin's eyes.

"It's me who underestimated Gu Qingshui," Zhuang Xuan stared at the dark-red dragon with a cold tone, "I didn't expect that a guy who was blunt all his life would have the ability to hide from everyone, leaving behind such an unexpected trump card. What a pity, he It’s still too slow to wake up, if you use it earlier, maybe it will make a little waves.”

In the ancient times, some demons that were too powerful had difficulty controlling their power when they were young.

Their parents sometimes choose to seal their bloodline, allowing them to grow as human beings until their physique can carry the magical powers inherited from the bloodline.

"Few disgusting people."

Zeng Qing endured the pain of broken tendons and broken knees, jumped up, and caught the sword that came from the sky, Wuyuan Sword.

Wuyuan in one hand and Dragon Horn in the other.

Zeng Qing stood up straight on the red dragon transformed by his younger brother.

"Only a guy like you can hold everything in his hands and use up their power." Zeng Qing's sleeves were broken and bulging, his sword light flickered, his voice was cold, "My master never took my little brother. What a trump card."

Gu Qingshui was an old-fashioned old man. He only tried his best to hide the secret of his younger apprentice: he entrusted Jiuzhu to the name of the late Daolu Zhuang's unborn sister, and in the eyes of the world, he accepted her as Disciple, is to take care of the Taoist companion with a thin face. In the same case, Zhuang Xuan never suspected that Zhuang Jiuzhu, a blood relative who was not far away, was a monster and not a human being.

In this way, Zhuang Jiuzhu grew up healthily and unscrupulously in the Royal Beast Sect, under the eyes of everyone.

Master Master.

A teacher and a father.

Gu Qingshui, as the first Sword Saint of the Beast Sect, is rigid and strict, but he is unreasonably indulgent to the little apprentice Zhuang Jiuzhu, allowing him to spend the day and drink. As a teacher, you always hope that your students will be successful in their studies and stand out from the crowd, but as a father, they want more of their children to be safe.

It doesn't matter if nothing happens.

"It seems that you all know that he is a monster, this is the secret." Zhuang Xuan knew it, no wonder Gu Qingshui's other two apprentices found that there was no way to escape, and immediately killed themselves.

They're going to keep this a secret.

Once this is exposed, Zhuang Jiuzhu will immediately become the secret of the Beast Sect's all-out search target.

On the one hand, the bloodline left by the Dragon God, and on the other hand, relying on the mother-in-law who left the bank and acted recklessly, which is safer, it is clear at a glance.

"He's our little junior brother."

Zeng Qing made the final answer in one sentence.

The candle dragon roared and knocked out. The sword light slashed, and Wuyuan slashed again. On the other side, the other elders reacted and immediately shot to block. When they made a move, a clear light rose, and the elder Chang Yufeng, who had been holding back, finally made his move. Thirty-six silver bracelets flew up, and thirty-six demon gods appeared in the air, blocking all the demon beasts released by the other elders.

It was also at the moment when Elder Yan shot, the two elders not far from him shot at him almost at the same moment.

Zhuang Xuan's face was as usual.

Since he knew for a long time that Chang Yufeng was close to the demon clan, how could he not be a dike?

The only mistake was that Gu Qingshui never expected that he could hide the shocking secret of "the apprentice is from the Dragon God race" until now.

But that's fine.

If there is a candle dragon with the same bloodline as the sacrifice, Qianfeng, the dragon head of the Imperial Beast Sect, will become the real head of the group of dragons.

The green sleeves fluttered, Zhuang Xuan looked at the oncoming candle dragon, his eyes were cold... The silver dragon dragon god in the peak period of the past will fall into the mist of Xizhou, and you are not even an adult. The young dragon also wants to come to the waves?

Seeing the silver light flowing on Zhuang Xuan's clothes, Elder Yan held up the sword and shouted loudly:

"Chang Yufeng's disciple obeyed the order—"

"Dragon Slaying Lock!"

His voice was like thunder, and it spread out.

With an order, the disciples of Chang Yufeng who had been pushed to the most dangerous front line in the battle, either intentionally or unintentionally, immediately jumped high, drew swords and knives, summoned beasts and drove demons, and rushed towards the spinning and strangling suspension ropes. Not only the disciples of Chang Yufeng, but after Elder Yan's voice fell, there were a few other elders' voices resounding among the mountains.

"The disciples of Feihe Peak obey the order-"

"Dragon Slaying Lock!"

"The disciples of Mount Qingning obey the order! Slay the Dragon Lock!"

"Yunyingfeng obeys orders!"

"Listen to orders!"

"..."

One after another thin, hoarse voices sounded among the mountains.

The voice fell, and the disciples stood up abruptly, and the peak pulses that came out in response to the order were as many as hundreds of people, and as few as three or four people. Whether it was a hundred people, or three or four people, at the moment of jumping, they never looked back, even if there was the icy sound of iron strings when the giant crossbow lashed out behind them.

A puff of blood exploded in the air.

Like stars floating on fire.

A team of 100 people formed like swords, and when there was only one person left, they cut off a dragon lock. A team of three or four people was engulfed by a turbulent vortex the moment they got up. A team of more than a dozen people fell down as soon as they reached the sky.

Fang Ying, a cowardly and useless disciple of Tingyun Peak, put his arms around Zhu Niao's neck and pushed his partner out of the net at the last moment.

He knew that he could not cut the dragon lock.

He is very selfish.

He is not like Chang Yufeng's disciple. What he heard in Tingyun Peak was only the truth of immortals and demons killing each other and fighting each other. He didn't understand the righteousness of the fairy blind date, and he didn't understand what was right or wrong. He just came to let his vermilion bird go.

"Goodbye," he fell into the turbulent vortex of blood, two dimples on his cheeks as he smiled, "go and fly."