Sky Surveying Demon Hunt

“Fellow Daoist Xianyun!” The red-haired old man turned his head, his already bulging eyes suddenly widened a bit, as if they were about to burst, and he suppressed his anger and asked in a cold voice: “What do you mean?!”

"What do you mean? Hahaha..." Taoist Xianyun raised the jar and took another sip, laughing loudly. He raised his hand and said to the east, "Although the East China Sea is vast and boundless, it is just an empty area! There are neither spiritual mines nor caves. Everyone knows that... throughout the ages, everyone in your dragon clan has coveted the fertile land of my Nine Provinces?!"

"Ever since being driven out by Saint Emperor Xuanyuan, it has been eight thousand years. Your clan has always wanted to return. But they have always been afraid of my formation and dare not approach."

"Now, if we take advantage of this opportunity to seize Xuzhou, we can invade Yunzhou in the north and Wangjing in the west. How can we just have a place to stand? I'm afraid it won't be difficult to divide the nine provinces into three parts?!"

"It's a pilgrimage in name only, but it's actually an invasion!"

"Old man, why are you pretending to be stupid with me?"

When the red-haired old man heard this, his two bloodshot eyes suddenly shrank, and the people on the same side with him were also startled.

Especially the young man in brocade clothes, who subconsciously reached for his waist.

Several people on Taoist Xianyun's side also stared at the divine light.

The already gloomy atmosphere in the air suddenly condensed, and the gray clouds gathered in the sky also became thicker in an instant, as if night was approaching.

War is imminent!

Wow...

Lu Guangmu turned another page of the book, still reading with fascination.

woohoo...

The old man who seemed to be dying and was sitting opposite Lu Guangmu seemed to be unaware of the situation. He was still sleeping soundly, snoring loudly from time to time.

At this moment, the old lady with her blue hair in a bun, who had been sitting beside the drowsy old man and had her eyes closed, suddenly opened her eyes and coughed lightly.

Several people from the Dragon Clan immediately held their breath and did not dare to act recklessly.

The old lady smiled kindly and said, "The Dragon Clan has always lived alone outside the territory, and we younger generations have never set foot in the Middle Earth. Please forgive me for my lack of courtesy!"

Having said that, he changed the subject and said, "But what Young Master Xianyun just said is also too much."

"We have been sitting here for more than ten days since we entered the city. This shows how sincere we are."

"My entire clan has traveled thousands of miles to seek the Holy Emperor."

"With your abilities and the power of the Holy Emperor, no matter where he was at that time, he should have shown up now... right?"

"You say my clan came here to pay homage or to invade, even if my entire clan really deserves death, this Weicheng is a place of fire jars, knives and dragons, you should give an explanation, right?"

"Otherwise... even if we can afford to wait, we will still sit here in vain. But thousands of dragons are entrenched here, and no fish or shrimp can come from a thousand miles away. I'm afraid that the people in the city will starve to death sooner or later. By then... don't offend the gods again, and cause a turbulent sea tide, which would be bad."

The old lady had a smile on her face and was kind and amiable, even her tone was extremely gentle, but her words were far more aggressive than those of the two dragons just now!

Now, not to mention the dragons on the opposite side, even the human race turned their heads to look at Lu Guangmu.

Lu Guangmu's eyes were still fixed on the yellowed book in his hand, which had been there for who knows how many years. He called for the jade cup with one hand, took a sip and put it down again, as if everyone here did not exist at all and it was still the same as any other leisure afternoon.

"Saint Emperor Calendar, 324th year, March 7th."

Suddenly, Lu Guang spoke softly without paying any attention to the people around him.

"Weicheng is in turmoil, the water prison is broken, and the imprisoned dragon escapes."

"General Dong surrendered to Yuan, leaving only three dragons and two eggs..."

Upon hearing this, the old lady closed her mouth as if she was about to say something, and a sharp look suddenly flashed in her smiling eyes, which disappeared in a flash.

Although the dragons did not dare to move, the anger in their eyes was obviously even stronger!

Just now, those few words uttered by Lu Guangmu expressed the deep hatred of the dragon clan that has lasted for thousands of years!

Back then, Xuanyuan Wuji was the only one who unified the nine provinces, and then ordered the demons and dragons to leave the country within a hundred days, otherwise they would be killed without mercy!

Among them, the ancient dragon clan was extremely reluctant, and secretly colluded with several great demon kings who were also extremely dissatisfied with this restriction order. They named themselves Cixing and secretly set up a formation to harm Xuanyuan.

Although the Holy Emperor Xuanyuan had reached the pinnacle of his power and was invincible, he was not without a plan! If Xuanyuan fell into the trap and was trapped in the formation, even if he didn't die, he would never be able to get out!

Unfortunately, before he could make any move, his plan was seen through by Xuanyuan Wuji who was well prepared. He then did the opposite and imprisoned the ancient dragon clan.

This is the origin of Weicheng Water Prison.

Many years later, the Holy Emperor Xuanyuan disappeared inexplicably. The Qin family took the lead in causing chaos in Weizhou. The Shenlong clan took this opportunity to break out of prison.

Marshal Zhengdong led his troops in pursuit, and other dragons who had been ordered to move to the East China Sea also rushed to help after hearing the news. The two sides fought in the Abyss of Infernal Affairs for seven days and seven nights.

In the end, the Marshal Zhengdong died of exhaustion, and the Eight Heroes of the Golden Summit and the Four Guardians of Mingguang who followed him also died in battle.

Only three dragons and two eggs of the Shenlong clan escaped, and the rest of the dragon clan was also seriously injured. It took thousands of years for them to recover. If they were not afraid of the giant bow formation, they would have come back long ago!

This incident has become the greatest hatred of the entire dragon clan, but it was read out so grandly by Lu Guangmu. How could it not be a great shame and humiliation!

Especially this seemingly amiable Grandma Long San!

Xiang is known for being aloof!

Although none of the younger generations had ever seen her, who wouldn't be terrified by Long San's great reputation and fierce methods? !

Good job Lu Guangmu!

Good for you people!

How dare you bully me like this!

click!

clack clack...

The gray clouds pressing heavily over Weicheng suddenly burst apart with crackling sounds, revealing dark purple lightning bolts as thick as arms inside.

From a distance, it looked like a giant purple lotus was blooming in the sky above Weicheng.

The clouds all around rolled in and gathered towards the lotus.

……

Jinding Mountain, top of the mountain.

Thousands of disciples sat in a circle, forming an enormous giant hand.

"Brother Yehe, look!"

At the front, a tall and thin disciple carrying seven long swords on his back suddenly pointed in the direction of Weizhou and spoke loudly.

"Well……"

Master Yehe, who was as fat as a hill, was holding a greasy beef leg in his hand, eating until his mouth was full of oil. He raised his head to look at the red cloud that had been condensed on the top of the mountain for a long time, and waved his hand nonchalantly, saying, "It's still early, wait a little longer!" Then he took another big bite.

……

Mingguang Prefecture, beside the Blue Water Lake.

Eight teams of armored cavalry are ready to go.

Chu Weiyang stood on his horse and looked ahead. The long red scar across his nose was shining brightly under the lightning that penetrated the sky.

……

Daozhen Sect, main hall.

Yu Zihe held the ancient incense in his hand, bowed three times to the sky, and then inserted it into the furnace respectfully.

Wow…

The huge tripod behind the incense burner suddenly made a loud noise.

Bang bang bang!

Immediately afterwards, several copper balls fell at the same time!

The eight copper balls in the giant toad's mouth below exploded instantly!

Colorful runes shot up into the sky, densely covering the entire hall!

"Jiuli Fengtian, Jiuli Fengtian... What will happen if the seal of the sky is broken?!"

Yu Zihe stared at the bronze tripod and muttered to himself. (End of this chapter)