Oh my god, ancestor, how many ex-girlfriends do you have?

"Senior, how about I be your mount?"

After leaving the Nether Blood Dragon Valley, not far away, the Thirty-Three-Year Cicada suddenly made a suggestion.

"Haha, do you dislike my slow flying?"

Chen Pingan smiled.

Now that he has not activated the experience card, his cultivation is only at the tenth level of the Cave Heaven Realm.

The reason why it rose a small level was because he used the good guy card once against Long Shiqing.

"Senior, I didn't mean that..."

Thirty-three years ago, Cicada was in a hurry.

It originally wanted to take Senior to fly quickly, and it didn't dislike it.

"Well, flying is also one of your innate powers. From now on, in the eyes of outsiders, you will be my spiritual pet."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "However, please restrain your breath and don't let others see your trump card."

"Okay, senior."

Thirty-three years ago, Cicada was overjoyed, and all the auras on her body were restrained, just like an ordinary monster.

It is inherently good at magical powers in space, and can separate itself from the outside world by countless layers of separate spaces. Therefore, its breath is blocked by these separate spaces, and outsiders cannot see its specific realm.

"Okay, let's go."

Chen Pingan smiled, stepped on the cicada's back, pointed to the southeast and said, "Our next stop is Jinlong Valley."

"Okay, senior."

The thirty-three-year-old cicada was in a happy mood, its wings trembled slightly, and disappeared carrying Chen Pingan.

Chen Ping'an was very satisfied to see the thirty-three-year-old cicada flying so fast and steadily.

The Thirty-Three-Year Cicada is a rare monster that has the bloodline of a true god. I am afraid this is the only one left in the world.

Half an hour later.

Thirty-three years ago, the cicada stopped outside the Golden Dragon Valley.

The formation in the Golden Dragon Valley has not been activated, and there is no fog blocking the place. You can see at a glance the five-clawed golden dragons circling in mid-air in the vast valley.

A dragon tribesman wearing a golden robe moves in different locations in the Golden Dragon Valley.

Chen Ping'an drove the thirty-three-year-old cicada to fly outside the gate of Jinlong Valley and said to the two guards: "I'm looking for your clan leader Ao Fang."

"Who are you?"

A young man in gold robe asked.

Chen Pingan smiled enigmatically: "I am an old acquaintance of his."

"Haha, you are only in the Cave Heaven Realm, but you are worthy of being associated with our clan leader?"

The young man in gold robe looked up and down and couldn't help but sneer.

This young man riding a large translucent cicada is only in the cave-heaven realm. What qualifications do he have to meet the clan leader?

"Xiao Chan, teach these two boys a lesson."

Chen Pingan said lightly.

hum!

A burst of space fluctuations occurred, and the two young men in golden robes took several steps back as if they were struck by lightning.

With bleeding lines at the corners of his mouth, one person looked at the translucent cicada in shock, feeling inexplicably horrified.

What kind of monster is this?

How could it be so powerful?

They are all high-level Void Spirit Realm, but they are unable to block the big cicada's attack.

"I don't want to embarrass you two juniors. Go ahead and inform Ao Fang. Just say we meet old friends."

Chen Pingan said lightly.

"You...wait a moment."

The young man in golden robe stopped talking harshly and flew into the Golden Dragon Valley in a hurry.

He entered an ancient palace and reported truthfully: "Chief, there is an old friend of yours meeting you outside the valley."

"Old friend?"

Ao Fang was stunned and said subconsciously: "Didn't the other party say anything about the origin?"

The young man in golden robe shook his head.

"He flew over on a large translucent cicada. I don't know what kind of strange beast this large cicada is. It is very powerful. Ao Liang and I are no match for it."

He looked ashamed.

"Translucent cicada?"

Ao Fang became even more interested when he heard this. He had never heard of such a strange beast. A smile appeared on his face, and he waved his hand and said, "Hurry up and summon this old friend to come in."

The young man in green robe agreed and went out. After a few breaths.

A burly young man walked in.

"Dad, I'm back."

Ao Fang looked at his son lovingly and said with a smile: "Ao Hui, you came just in time. I will open your eyes to see what kind of strange beast it is..."

Alien beast?

Ao Hui was stunned and asked subconsciously: "Dad, what are you talking about?"

"Ao Feng just said that there is an old friend of my father outside the mountain gate, riding a large transparent cicada. Even my father has never heard of this kind of strange beast, so I want to open your eyes."

Ao Fang smiled.

"The translucent cicada is quite rare..."

Ao Hui looked stunned, with a look of interest in his eyes.

As a dragon, he has a long heritage and a wide range of knowledge, but he has never heard of such a strange beast as the translucent cicada.

Ao Feng, a young man in golden robe, took Chen Pingan all the way into Jinlong Valley and came to the clan meeting hall.

For thirty-three years, the cicada has been floating behind Chen Pingan, not invisible.

"Chief, your old friend is here."

Ao Feng clasped his fists and said.

"come in."

Ao Fang smiled expectantly.

The door opened and Ao Feng walked in with Chen Pingan.

Seeing the father and son of the Five-clawed Golden Dragon clan in the main hall, a satisfied smile appeared on Chen Ping'an's face.

At that time, Ao Fang took Ao Hui to the Nether Blood Dragon Valley to propose marriage, hoping that Long Nanling's daughter Long Shiqing would marry Ao Hui. However, because Chen Pingan was also there, Long Shiqing refused to comply and was eventually imprisoned. Chen Pingan Also kicked out.

"Xu Xian?"

As soon as he saw that handsome face that even eclipsed that of a woman, the first person to recognize Chen Ping'an was Ao Hui.

Back then, it was he who secretly shot "Xu Xian" to death outside the Lancang River.

"It's me, two old friends. We didn't meet three thousand years ago. How are you?"

Chen Pingan walked in slowly with a smile on his face.

"Xu Xian, you, aren't you dead?"

Ao Hui was shocked.

He killed Xu Xian with his own hands back then, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with that.

After three thousand years, how could this Xu Xian suddenly be resurrected and reach the cave heaven realm?

Could it be that he was reincarnated?

But even if you reincarnate, you can't have the same face as in your previous life, right?

"It's really Xu Xian."

Ao Fang also came to his senses and stared at the big cicada behind Chen Pingan with a gloomy look.

Is this big cicada with no discernible cultivation level the reason why "Xu Xian" dared to break into the Golden Dragon Valley?

"Ao Hui, did you really kill Xu Xian back then?"

Ao Fang asked in a deep voice.

"Dad, I killed this guy with my own hands. There is absolutely no mistake. At that time, his entire body exploded into a ball of blood mist."

Ao Hui said coldly.

His eyes stayed on Chen Pingan's face. This evil and handsome face appeared in his dreams countless times, making him angry when he saw it.

"Ao Hui, it turns out you personally killed me."

Chen Ping'an looked stunned, with a faint smile on his face.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the Golden Dragon Valley, he would successfully solve the case. Ao Fang and Aohui, father and son, were both here. Today, he could finally kill his enemy with his own hands.

"Xiao Chan, kill Ao Hui."

Chen Ping'an suddenly ordered.

The thirty-three-year-old cicada suddenly disappeared behind him, and then he saw Ao Hui, who was on the fifth level of the extraordinary realm, shaking strangely and turning into a mass of blood mist.

"Son!"

Seeing his son die with his own eyes, Ao Fang was heartbroken. He roared angrily and rushed towards the Thirty-Three-Year Cicada.

He released an aura that entered the holy realm without reservation. At this moment, his outstretched arm turned into a golden dragon's claw, grabbing hard at the thirty-three-year-old cicada. (End of chapter)