Huh ~

The hot blood blew into the main hall, causing a large ripples of light inside, like the wind blowing the sea.

After stepping into this place, Yang Yu felt as if he had stepped into the deep sea, and invisible pressure came from all directions, as if he was violently repelling his entry.

"North Sea Dragon Lord?"

Yang Yu raised his eyes and saw the Confucian scholar on the throne, his heart moved slightly.

Many years ago, when he was refining the "Shanjun Neck Skin", he visited a strange place called Sanxian Island in that illusion.

There, he saw a real dragon soaring into the sky, roaring sadly between the interweaving lightning, asking him to know.

That real dragon seems to be the Dragon Lord of the East China Sea in the ancient world...

“Ha~”

Amid the faint laughter of unknown significance, the entire Crystal Palace seemed to be filled with waves of water in the void, as if it was about to stop Yang Yu from moving forward.

Buzz ~

The essence of light bloomed from the foot of Yang Yu, and the red and golden light shone brightly, rubbing and colliding with the ubiquitous ripples of water.

The terrifying pressure spread, and the people in the hall felt as if they were falling into the deep sea and were breathing poorly. Everyone, including Lu Gu, was squeezed to the wall, and their muscles were moaning.

"Who is this person?!"

Looking at the mysterious swordsman who was walking into the main hall, Su Ding's face shook wildly.

The swastika Buddha imprinted on the top of his head kept glittering, but he was still pressed by these two qi forces and almost vomited blood.

His heart was shocked at the limit. He did not feel the breath of the person who came.

But why is it so terrifying?!

"Northwest King!"

Compared to Lu Gu, Su Ding's shock, Jiang Xiazi had already recognized the person the moment he heard his voice.

While my heart was relieved, I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy...

"Prime Yang!"

The three people in Wanfa Tower were horrified, but the people in the Longyuan Palace couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The panic and anxious mood suddenly calmed down.

It seems that the figure of someone coming has the power to calm people's hearts.

A crisp sound of "da da" sounded above the throne.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar who claimed to be "North Sea Dragon Lord" gently tapped the handrail, and a strange look seemed to appear in his indifferent eyes:

"Who are you?"

His expression was dull, and as he spoke, the aftermath in the hall subsided, but an indescribable aura spread, it made everyone feel cold, as if their souls were intimidated, and they stood there again.

"Dragon Hard."

Yang Yu's eyes moved.

This is dragon power, but compared to the dragon outside, it is completely different concepts. At this moment, he felt that his martial arts will was impacted.

But that's all.

His martial arts will follows the path of Zhang Xuanba. His will has changed like a completely reborn when he first became a Martial Saint.

If his martial arts will at that time were compared to fog, and he would refine tendons, skin, bones, organs, and marrow, it would be like a rock.

Even if the dragon's power rolls in like a tide, it will remain unmoved.

"Longjun, he is..."

Before Yang Yu could answer, Su Ding, who was gasping for breath, had already guessed something after his energy calmed down:

"Northwest King, Prison Yang!"

Pressing the collapsed chest, Su Ding was extremely shocked.

During the years he came to this world, he had been pursuing the possible historical sites left by this world, but he was not ignorant of the masters in this world.

I know the great reputation of this Northwest King.

But he didn't care much at first.

In his opinion, compared with the revival of the spiritual tide and the transformation of heaven for many years in the Longquan Realm, the so-called masters in this world are just like some casual cultivators who have no inheritance.

As for the so-called warrior, he doesn't care much more. If he fails to achieve the ten capitals, it will be a small path after all.

But now it seems...

There were still aftermaths spreading in the hall, and the people looked different, all of them as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Human King?"

The Dragon Lord Aotian of Beihai seemed a little surprised. Although his attitude had not changed, he spoke again:

"What's the point of coming without invitation?"

Under the dragon's power, almost all the people in the hall were suffocating, and only the old princess spoke hard:

"Yang... Feng, Fengxian is here, right here..."

Wow~

Yang Yu walked forward, and the dragon's power was blocked by him. He reached out to help the old princess.

The old woman was sweating like slurry at this moment, as if she had just been fished out of the water. Her body's qi, blood and life span were also deficient.

However, his condition was much better than that of Nanshanba. He passed by a stream of true energy and he calmed down.

"Yang is here to find someone."

He held the old lady with one hand and looked at the crystal palace, Yang Yu's eyes were also a little solemn.

This is not the first time he has seen an existence calling himself an ancient immortal Buddha.

Compared to the Yin Lei Lord, the person in front of him is obviously much stronger, and this crystal palace is still a rare magic weapon.

When you are in this, you will naturally be subject to great oppression. Not only the golden dragon shears, but also the human race bags become silent.

Even the connection between the secrets is restricted...

"Looking for someone?"

The eyes of the Dragon Lord of Beihai flowed around everyone, and then fell on Yang Yu, thinking:

"Yes, it turns out to be blood induced..."

With Yang Yuheng blocking him, Zhang Wen'an and others also recovered. In addition to being shocked, they also tried their best to say:

"Longjun, we have no intention of offending, we are just here to find someone. We also ask Longjun to give up our hands..."

"Take your hands high?"

The indifferent eyes seemed to fluctuate slightly, but beyond everyone's expectations, he actually nodded:

"It's not impossible for people to take them away, but you have to help me..."

When he was talking, the Dragon Lord's eyes were not far away from Yang Yu, and he seemed to be the only one in his eyes.

"Speak and listen."

Yang Yu did not agree or refuse. He was very curious about the Dragon Lord in front of him, or the so-called "Dao Ghost".

He was very curious about what happened before ancient times...

Beihai Dragon Lord's eyes became deeper: "Do you know how I exist at this moment?"

"Dao Ghost?"

Yang Yu looked at the Dragon Lord, feeling afraid.

Comparing him with the East China Sea Dragon Lord Ao Yu, he met in the illusion that year, the more he looked at him, the more he felt very similar.

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Dao Ghost...

Yang Yu returned casually, but the others couldn't help but sweat, especially the three people in Wanfa Tower, who almost jumped out of their hearts.

For these monsters who call themselves gods, Wanfa Tower and Longquan Realm have different synonyms, and Taoist ghosts are from Shanhai Realm.

However, whether it is Taoist ghost or other, these monsters are disliked because they think they have survived the great disaster and are still immortals, Buddhas, gods and demons...

"Dao Ghost, Dao Ghost, it seems that not only I have survived the last disaster, yes, they will not only teach this method to me..."

The Dragon Lord of Beihai lowered his eyes, as if he was not angry, but was a little dazed, and he said a long time later:

"Have you ever seen other Taoist ghosts?"

"I have seen one who calls himself the 'Lei Tribe Master God'."

Yang Yu did not hide it, and even popped up a wisp of energy that he had taken from Yin Lei's body.
To be continued...