The bronze-cast warship was like a giant, traveling farther and farther in the sky, heading eastward and heading towards the sea. In the city of Hangzhou, there was a commotion. Countless people looked at the warships that were slowly getting smaller in their sight, but they felt a little uneasy in their hearts. The word "slaying dragons" tightly is a huge magic.

"If you can see the real dragon in your lifetime, it will be considered a regret in this life. Unfortunately, the dragon slaying event is not something we can participate in." "I really want to go and see the dragon slaying event in your lifetime. Even if you die, there will be no regrets." "I don't know what the result of the dragon slaying will be. It should be successful. After all, there are so many masters, including the King of Jin and King Xiang." "It's not easy to make a conclusion. After all, it's a real dragon, and no one has seen it. This is a creature that is legendary like a god. Who knows how powerful it is? If it were Ying Zheng a hundred years ago, it might be possible, but only King of Jin and King Xiang may not be the opponent of the real dragon." "..."

The blue warship disappeared in the horizon, and Hangzhou City still couldn't calm down, and there were many discussions. Some people discussed the success or failure of the dragon slaying this time. More people felt sorry and could not witness this grand occasion.

"Miss, they are gone!" Yanyulou, the maid in yellow clothes looked at the disappearing warship in the sky and said, Li Shishi was wearing pink clothes, with a strand of black hair hanging on her chest, gorgeous and charming.

"The prelude to the great battle is about to begin." Li Shishi held a white flower in his right hand, with bright colors, as if it had just been picked. As her right hand opened easily, the flowers slowly fell on the misty rain tower: "There are so beautiful mountains and rivers, and in this life, my Guanghan Palace will stand on the top of the world!"

Li Shishi spoke gently, and on her beautiful face, her beautiful eyes showed a rare brilliance that a woman could see.

"Who said that women are not as good as men? In this life, I will dominate China."

The yellow-clothed maid had a blazing flame in her eyes. This world is very unfair. Men are superior to women. She has always been unwilling to accept it. Why are women who are both humans obey men and have no status in front of men? She doesn't understand, and she is even more unwilling to accept it. She has always believed that in this life, when Guanghan Palace rises, their women can also dominate everything, and are not worse than men.

"Is it started? We should leave too." "How can the Dragon Slaying Ceremony be missing my Kunlun, Ning Jinzhi, Xiang Yu, are you ready!"

Kunlun, two powerful auras soared into the sky, which was Yuanshi and Tongtian. Their voices echoed over Kunlun, followed by five figures broke through the air from the direction of Kunlun Mountain.

"Amitabha"

Lingshan, this mountain that was destroyed by Jiang Ming in the past was built again. The golden Buddha hall was located across the top of Lingshan. A leisurely Buddha chant sounded. Then a golden light was abolished from Lingshan and did not enter the void. At the same time, a fairy in white walked away on the snow on the top of Tianshan Mountain...

"How can I be missing my dragon slaying event, Yue Buqun? Ning Jinzhi, do you still remember me?"

In Huashan, Yue Buqun was wearing a green Taoist robe, carrying a gentleman's sword, and leaving with the wind.

At the same time, in the border of Wei State, a large area of ​​blood rose into the sky and finally turned into a red rainbow and broke through the sky. This is Bulao Mountain, a great sect that is parallel to the original Mingtai Temple, Emei and other major forces.

"Dong!"

In the neighboring land of Yan State and South Korea, a loud noise came from the void, and a huge palace emerged, which was the Palace of the Evil King.

"How many years have passed, how many people still remember me, Yang Suiyun!" Ming Cult, the Altar of Light, Yang Suiyun was wearing a purple-gold robe, looking at the sea land in the east, and walking behind him, the four Dharma kings of the Ming Cult stood straight: "Let's go, the dragon-slaying event, how can I be absent from my name Ming Cult!"

"This time, if you have the opportunity, you will do your best to deal with Ning Jinzhi. This person will only be a disaster for our clan and you will not be able to keep it."

Next to a pond, green leaves are connected to the sky, and white white lotus is dotted among them, especially the red lotus in the middle, which does not seem to be completely blooming, but it has been mostly opened and is particularly gorgeous. The hunched old man slowly said to the people around him.

"Abide by the name of the elders of the clan."

Several people bowed and responded, and then their figures slowly faded and finally disappeared completely.

"The red lotus blooms, the emperor's flowers bloom, for many years, ten thousand years, million years... Anyone who dares to stand in front of our clan will be destroyed."

Looking at the gorgeous red lotus in the pond, the hunchbacked old man slowly muttered to himself, with a sharp chill.

On this day, many powerful sects such as Yundong in Shenzhou, Kunlun, Lingshan, Guanghan, Mingjiao, Huashan, Xiewang Hall, Bulaoshan, etc. also came out one after another. In fact, this dragon slaying this time has spread far beyond Shenzhou, which is the southern barbarian land in the south outside Shenzhou, the nomadic tribes in the northern grassland and the Yuezhi land in the west, have already spread in these three places.

The extreme northern grassland, in a palace on the top of a snow-capped mountain,

"Master, are you really going?" In the middle of the hall, a woman in white bowed to a man at the door. The man was wearing a green robe and looked like an old man in his fifties, with gray hair and beard, but his face was very rosy.

"Yueji, how long have you been with me?" the man asked without answering.

"Thirty Years" a woman named Yue Ji said.

"Thirty years, yes, it's been thirty years? I have always been regarded as the patron saint by various tribes, but look at how much changes my grassland tribe has changed in thirty years. In order to survive, the tribes compete and kill each other. What's the use of me, the patron saint?" The old man sighed softly: "Day after day, year after year, my grassland tribe can only huddle on this prairie and live a life of eating raw meat and drinking blood."

"I have always had a wish that one day, my grassland tribe can become stronger, and even go south to Shenzhou. Where is the place of prosperity and only there can make our tribe glorious. But you know, the people in Shenzhou regard us as foreign tribes and barbarians. In this case, our tribe will never enter that place."

"So the master wants to participate in this dragon slaying." Yue Ji said.

"Those who have obtained the Dragon Yuan can take the power of the true dragon and get the peak power of the true dragon. If they can obtain the power of the true dragon, why should my grassland tribe hide on this prairie?" The old man in green spoke, his eyes flashing.

"The Crouching Tiger and Hidden Dragon in China, this time the dragon slaying is a gathering of strong people. There are many giants, and there are also strong people like Ning Jinzhi and Xiang Yu, who are at the peak of the extreme realm. Do we have hope?" Yue Ji said.

"This is our only hope. Instead of retreating and living in a scattered land, we should try it even if we have a slim hope?" The old man in green said in a leisurely tone: "After all, this may be the only opportunity for our tribe to rise."

"If the master wants to go, please allow Yue Ji and the master to go together."

Yue Ji bowed her hand to the old man in green and said, and finally, the hall fell silent.

"Give me a gift to the moon god!"

At the same time, in the west of Shenzhou, a bright moon slowly rose in the land of the Yuezhi. The clan took the moon as its clan name and the moon as its god. He firmly believed that everything was given by the moon god. Every generation of the changed clan would have a moon god, and there would be a saint under the moon god. Each saint was selected by the moon god himself to inherit the moon god's mantle. If nothing unexpected happens, it would be the next moon god.

At this time, a bright moon slowly rose above the Yuezhi Temple. It was still in the daytime, but the bright moon rose, and the brilliance of light was almost better than the sun above the sky.

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"Come on, drink this cup together, kill the dragon, and you will win!"

At the same time, on the warship, there were fine wine and delicacies in a hall. Xiang Yu held a banquet. In addition to Xiang Yu and the people from Chu, there were also people who boarded the boat together this time. They sat in the host and guest positions. Xiang Yu raised his glass and said, a small banquet. Although everyone may have different purposes for the dragon slaying this time, they were all gathered together at this moment. At least now, no one on the boat looked at Xiang Yu and raised his glasses one after another.
Chapter completed!