Emperor Bailong did not speak, nor did the Western Heaven Bo Hou speak.

Just a few moments when Luo Shiqi defeated the commander of Bo Chi and Luo Chuan killed the Mo Sect Master to subvert the Demon Sect Palace, these two powerful emperors had already arrived at the top of the Hongmeng giant tree, facing the thirty-nine Hongmeng Dao Fruits, they were at their fingertips.

But at the same time, neither the White Dragon Emperor nor the West Heavenly Bo Hou reached out to pick the Hongmeng Dao Fruit, but stopped the last step and turned to look at Luo Chuan.

With six eyes facing each other, the three of them looked very calm, as if they had expected what the other party had done.

"Divid? How to divide it?" After a while, the Queen of Xitian asked.

"This is simple, naturally, according to the size of the contribution." Luo Chuan said.

"Brother, you are just right." The White Dragon Emperor smiled: "The so-called contribution of the three of us is naturally your greatest."

"Brother and fellow Taoist Xitian are here to restrain each other and have made contributions." Luo Chuan smiled back and said, "It's better to do this. I have thirty Hongmeng Dao Fruits, and the remaining nine. Of course, I will take the big head. How about it?"

After the words came to an end, no matter whether it was Emperor Fusheng, Yuyouxi, Nanli, or the bleeding pool released by the True Lord of Tianshe, the fifty elders of the Demon Sect Palace pressed on the ground, they did not show any surprises.

Luo Chuan and his son have a profound layout and defeated Youyou's lineage and the Demon Sect Palace in succession.

The True Lord of Tianshe, a cannon fodder camp that can perform the Emperor's attack, plus the mysterious Luo Shiqi. Luo Chuan has these three major reliances, and even faces the White Dragon Emperor and the West Tian Bohou, there is no need to be afraid at all. If he continues to compete for the Hongmeng giant tree and the Hongmeng Dao Fruit, Luo Chuan has at least more than 70% of the chance of winning if the White Dragon Emperor and the West Tian Bohou do not join forces.

Now the three of them have stopped in the business agreement, and it is natural that Luo Chuan has the thirty-nine Hongmeng Dao Fruits.

The White Dragon Emperor did not speak, stared at Luo Chuan with his eyes playful and unpredictable. The West Heaven Bo Hou smiled faintly, two sword lights flashed in his eyes, and a hint of displeasure appeared on his face.

Huh... Huh...

A strong wind blew from the sky, and the wind swept the earth, and sand and stones flew. A supreme aura gathered a hundred feet away from the giant Hongmeng tree.

Another strong man appeared!

Everyone's eyes were all looking at that, and they looked curious.

Only Luo Shiqi, Xitian Bohou and Bailong Emperor's eyes stagnated, and a solemn expression appeared on their faces. Especially Xitian Bohou, when he looked at the people, he compared Luo Shiqi and Bailong Emperor with a hint of hatred and anger. He was to the extreme forbearance. However, it was because he was extremely profound.

The strong wind calmed down and the flying sand settled.

A black dragon appeared in the wind and sand.

The black dragon originally had only one ball, but when it flew out of the wind and sand, its body immediately stretched and spread!

The crystal black dragon scales spread out, thousands of feet long, and the huge dragon head was comparable to a small hill. It just floated in the air, looking at Luochuan, the White Dragon Emperor, and the Xitian Bohou on the height of the Hongmeng giant tree, with cold eyes.

A chuckle sounded from the dragon's back: "The fight was so lively and sealed the secrets of heaven. But do you really think that just by using these methods, you can hide the truth? Hahaha..."

The laughter became louder and deafening, and anyone could hear the deep sarcasm in the laughter.

The White Dragon Emperor and Xitian Bo Hou looked as usual and were unmoved. The Emperor Fusheng, who had already given up fighting for the Hongmeng giant tree, turned his head and glanced coldly at the man on Long's back, and smiled for a while and said, "You are born tightly, I don't know who is the master?"

"Just based on you, you are not qualified to know."

The man on the dragon's back also glanced at Emperor Fusheng with a cold look and a cold tone.

Emperor Fusheng's eyes twitched, and he immediately burst into laughter: "I'm not qualified? I want to know, who is qualified?"

"Everyone who is qualified already knows. Those who are not qualified will never be qualified."

The man on the dragon's back gently stroked the black dragon's scales, looked at the Emperor Fusheng, suddenly raised his arm and threw out a ball of energy.

The air was wrapped in wind shadows, and it was unclear. It was filled with a strong murderous intent inside, and it rushed straight to Emperor Fusheng.

Emperor Fusheng had lost his qualifications to compete, but was already full of anger. Suddenly, he saw another strong man coming, trying to seize the giant Hongmeng tree, and he also spoke wildly, with a contemptuous tone, so he was naturally unhappy.

"Isn't it just riding a black dragon?"

Emperor Fusheng flipped his palm and a crystal clear seed rose from the palm of his palm. The seed rose in the wind and grew bigger in a blink of an eye, turning into a Sumeru universe, with various changes hidden inside.

Faced with the attack of the qi, Emperor Fusheng looked calm and his eyes were filled with confidence.

"Cankun, change!"

Emperor Fusheng opened his mouth and flipped his palm and pushed the world out of the universe!

Rumble... The Sumeru Universe flew out in a spiral and faced the air that was wrapped in the wind.

"The Emperor Fusheng is worthy of being a well-known rising star on the Emperor's List. If this continues, he will be among the top 30 in two hundred years... What a pity." Emperor Bailong sighed.

"It's indeed a pity." Xi Tianbo Hou was concise and stared at the man on the dragon's back. At some point, his right hand had already grabbed the hilt of the sword behind him.

With a loud sound that shook the sky and earth, the world of Sumeru Qiankun of Emperor Fusheng was smashed into pieces by the qi, and then shattered into powder, spreading and sprinkling on the earth.

Emperor Fusheng was stunned, with his eyes wide open, his face stunned, unbelievable.

The strongest moral method he was proud of was broken by others, so understatement and so vulnerable.

In an instant, the aura wrapped in the wind appeared in front of Emperor Fusheng.

The wind shadow drifted away, revealing the original appearance of the qi.

Looking at the white and fire-like energy that was so close, Emperor Fusheng's pupils suddenly shrank, and a name flashed through his mind, which was a legendary name even to him.

"You are..." Emperor Fusheng stared at the boy on the dragon's back not far away. Before he could say it, the aura had already flooded him.

Rumble... This time, Emperor Fusheng who flew out. He was viciously knocked out by the aura. His Taoist robe broke and his hair was scattered. His face turned pale in an instant. He raised his head and spewed out black blood, and his eyes instantly dimmed.

Boom!

Emperor Fusheng was swept into the mountain wall by the entire emperor. The surface of the emperor's body was cracked and blood was scattered. The broken and vague flesh flowed out and melted together with the rocks. The whole person was trapped in the mountain cave, but it was like a flying insect falling from a spider web, unable to move, let alone escape, and could only struggle without trembling.

"What you rely on is not the black dragon you think."

The young monk in a purple Taoist robe stroked the dragon scales and glanced at Emperor Fusheng contemptuously: "You are convinced now? A mere emperor, who has just entered the top 100 list, has he qualified to know the name of this Tao?"

Silent.

Emperor Fusheng's face was full of pain and grief. His Taoist state of mind was no longer so stable after being hit by Luo Chuan. Today, he was humiliated in public again. He defeated with one move and fell into the mountain wall, which was extremely humiliating.

What made him even more ashamed and angry was that until now, he didn't know who the other party was.

Nanli, Yuyouxi, and the elders of the Demon Sect Palace released by the True Lord of the Heavenly Snake, looked at the young man riding a black dragon in the air, and his horror was comparable to seeing Luo Chuan killing Master Mo before.

With just one move, the young man broke through the universe of Sumeru and defeated Emperor Fusheng.

Compared with Luo Shiqi who won by fast before, the young man did not take action very quickly, and he was still facing each other head-on. Compared with the two, the young man's move seemed even more terrifying.

In addition, no one could tell whether he had just arrived or was lurking here like Luo Chuan for a long time. The oppression brought by this mysterious dragon riding boy was almost about to catch up with Luo Chuan, who had the Tianshe True Lord, the cannon fodder camp and the Youyou Envoy.

"Who is he? He is young but has such cultivation and Taoism. Could he be a legendary monster-level genius?" Luo Chuan asked Luo Shiqi in a voice transmission.

Before the voice arrived, it was stopped by Xitian Bohou and the White Dragon Emperor beside him.

"Luo Chuan, you really can't guess the identity of this person?" Emperor Bailong laughed and asked in a voice.

Luo Chuan's eyes were wandering and his face showed thoughts.

In the memory of Jiulongjun, there was no such person. But the White Dragon Emperor, Xitian Bo, and his father all knew the origin of this person. This person was obviously also a long-standing veteran in the Jiutian World.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Luo Chuan's mind and asked the White Dragon Emperor: "Is it a saint..."

"Yes, he is the guardian of one of the six sages." Xitianbo interrupted halfway and said coldly: "You may not know his new identity. But you may have heard of his former identity... He is the Holy Infant King of the Nine Dragon Immortal Court in the past!"

As soon as the four words of the Holy Infant King came out, Luo Chuan buzzed in his mind, and Jiulongjun's memory turned over and waves, like a tide coming, submerging his sea of ​​thoughts.

It’s not that there are too many memories about the Holy Infant King, but that the four words “Holy Infant King” have caused too many emotions in the memory of Jiulongjun.

In the past, the Nine Dragon King raised an army to resist the universal sages, and even flew to the sages’ Taoist palace to fight with the sages! According to rumors in the world, some said that the Nine Dragon King could not fight against the sages, some said that the Nine Dragon King could draw against the sages, and some said that the Nine Dragon King could already threaten the universal sages.

Regardless of the truth, the Nine Dragon Lord has already caused headaches for the sages.

The destruction of the Nine Dragon Lord and the Nine Dragon Immortal Court has always been different. But one thing is well known among them - although Nine Dragon Lord was defeated by the hands of sages, what really made him go to a dead end was the betrayal and betrayal of the three disciples under him.

Ranked third among them, and is also the most beloved disciple of Jiulongjun. He was nurtured and raised by Jiulongjun since childhood and used secret techniques. He was less than ten years old, less than twenty years old, and he became a powerful man in the Nine Heavens at the age of ten.

This person is the Holy Infant King.
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