Tyrant Dragon Emperor

This person is Yu Tian!

"It's a good thing I didn't rush to act, otherwise I wouldn't have waited for the scene in front of me. It seems that the temporary forbearance is totally worth it! Hahahaha!"

Yu Tian muttered to himself, and at the end he showed a bit of complacency, and even laughed wildly.

The gloomy laughter shook the dense forest.

A moment later, an old man in a silver robe came out of the main hall at the back and came to his side.

"Yu Tian, ​​with your current strength, there is actually no need to be scruples and forbearance."

Yu Tian shook his head slowly when he heard the words: "This statement is wrong! We warriors will only think that our strength is too weak, and no one will think that our strength is too strong!"

"What does that have to do with the matter in front of you?" The silver-robed old man frowned slightly, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, "If you keep procrastinating like this, if his bloodline changes and he notices the talent of the phantom-eyed evil dragon..."

"No!" Yu Tian said with a cold smile.

"Are you so confident?" the silver-robed old man said with a frown.

"No one knows the bloodline characteristics of the Phantom Eye Evil Dragon better than me. In Jiang Tian's situation, it is absolutely impossible for that kind of mutation to occur before he advances to the Xuanyang Realm!"

"Since you are so sure, then weigh it yourself!" The silver-robed old man was silent for a moment, shook his head and walked away with a sigh.

But he didn't know that Yu Tian's vision was not limited to the Azure Cloud Sect.

"The Canglan Martial Arts Conference...hahahaha!"

...

Rumble!

On the sub-peak of Tianxu Peak, deep rumbles could be heard from the secret room of Jiang Tian's residence from time to time.

The strong aura of cultivation was scattered in the secret room, but before it touched the wall, it was isolated by the protective circle, and turned into translucent ripples of spiritual power that echoed repeatedly in the secret room.

"The elixir bestowed by the suzerain is truly extraordinary, even stronger than the elixir from the evil people of the Black Moon Kingdom!"

After refining several top-quality pills successively, Jiang Tian was pleasantly surprised to find that the pills given by Chu Tianhua on behalf of the three Supreme Elders were truly astonishing in efficacy!

This kind of elixir is obviously carefully prepared in secret, and the purity of spiritual power is obviously higher than those top-grade elixir that he has refined before, and the types are also different, which completely avoids the problem of discounting the efficacy of the medicine.

After three days of closed-door training, his cultivation realm has been completely stabilized, and he has firmly stood at the middle stage of Xuanyue Realm.

What's even more gratifying is that after refining these top-grade treasure pills, his bloodline spiritual power is already close to the sixth level of the total!

In other words, he is now a genuine, out-and-out mid-stage Xuanyue realm warrior.

The Canglan Country Martial Arts Conference is imminent, which is undoubtedly great news for Jiang Tian!

"There are still two days left. I don't know if we can continue to increase the spiritual power of the bloodline and really reach the level of the sixth floor?"

Jiang Tian's eyes flickered, and there were eager expressions between his brows!

Without much hesitation, the next moment he flipped his right hand, and two huge pearl-like top-quality pills appeared in his hand at the same time, and he swallowed them without looking at them!

Rumble!

Immediately after the top grade treasure pill entered his stomach, it turned into a rolling medicinal power and poured into the meridians all over his body. At the same time, a spiritual storm suddenly set off in his sea of ​​qi!

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Tian closed his eyes, and kept making seals with his hands, urging his blood and spiritual power with all his strength, and began to immerse himself in cultivation.

...

Black Moon Country.

Whoosh!

Accompanied by an ear-piercing scream, a huge black shadow darted towards it, stopping in front of a certain dark hall.

This is an impressively huge flying boat more than ten feet long, with powerful fluctuations of spiritual power exuding from its entire body. As soon as it appeared, it shook the void and buzzed, setting off a strong storm.

At the same time, a faint black trace was left on the void passing behind it, which looked very eye-catching!

But before the flying boat came to a complete stop, an old man in a black robe swooped down from the cabin, turned into a ray of black light and swept into the hall without hesitation.

"Palace Master!" The old man in black robe rushed into the hall like a black wind, holding his hands, and reported in a low voice to the old man in purple robe on the throne above.

This majestic purple-robed old man is none other than Qiu Qingyan, the Lord of the Holy Nether Palace.

"What did you find?" Hearing this, his eyes narrowed slightly, his brows brightened, and the aura around him suddenly swayed, filling the whole hall with a murderous aura.

The hall, which was already filled with gloomy atmosphere, suddenly became more gloomy and oppressive!

The old man in black robe stood still with his bowed body, a faint look of excitement flashed in his eyes, but his expression was quite dignified.

"There is indeed a major discovery!"

"Stop talking nonsense, talk quickly!" The purple-robed old man on the throne darkened his face and shouted angrily.

The old man in black didn't dare to be negligent, he nodded heavily and said: "There is chaos in Qianhun Valley, the dragons have no leader, and several deacons and elders are fighting for power and profit and have fallen into serious internal friction..."

"What?" The face of the old man on the throne sank, and his murderous intent surged all over his body.

Out of rage, he slapped the seat with his right palm hard.

Boom!

Accompanied by a violent roar, the armrest of the gold-plated chair instantly turned into powder, and the tyrannical fluctuations of spiritual power scattered in all directions, horrifying all the subordinates in the hall.

The black-robed old man knew his temperament thoroughly, and said without hesitation: "The anger is extremely harmful to the body, the palace lord calm down!"

The old man in purple robe gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "How did you deal with it?"

The black-robed old man's heart was dark, but there was a glint of rejoicing in his eyes, and he let out a sigh of relief secretly: "This subordinate has the courage to kill all the deacons and elders who took the opportunity to make trouble. As for the rest of the gang, some of them were killed by me Kill them on the spot, and the rest will be scattered like birds and beasts!"

The face of the purple-robed old man on the throne sank, and killing intent surged out of his body again, but a deep sneer appeared on his face.

"well done!"

The old man in black felt relieved, and secretly rejoiced that if he hadn't been ruthless and decisive at the time, he would probably have to bear the wrath of the palace lord now.

"Hmph! A bunch of useless trash, once Min dies, they become headless flies. Such idiots don't deserve to enjoy the protection of my Holy Nether Palace!"

"Palace Master's words are very true! The subordinates are giving them thunderous punishment in the name of Palace Master. They should thank Palace Master for his kindness. Even if they die, they will have no regrets!" The black-robed old man nodded respectfully.

"What else did you find?" After a moment of fury, the purple-robed old man asked sullenly.

The black-robed old man frowned and said, "My subordinates have verified that Lord Min and several elders under him have all died, but the place where they died was not in the Valley of Thousand Hundies, but..."

"Where is it?" the purple-robed old man's eyes twitched wildly, and he asked sharply in anger.

The black-robed old man's heart trembled, he took a deep breath, and said, "The exact location of their death should be in the three small towns of Canglan Country across the border!"

"What?" The face of the purple-robed old man sank, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, "Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"