Bloody rain, ghosts cried and howled.

The bones are formed into mountains and blood gathers into seas. All the people are either food, kept in captivity, or killed on the spot. They are like ants, and are useless except howling.

Terrible scenes appeared before Chu Yang and Chu Tiange.

"One hundred thousand years, let's see if those people can reach the peak? Let's see if Xiao Jiujiu can't grow up against the will of heaven? Let's see if you can shoulder this responsibility? If you can really grow up, peace will last forever, if you can't..."

If not, Lao Jijiu didn't continue to say anything.

"Hundreds of thousands of years are enough, right?"

Chu Tiange lost his spirit.

"Enough?" Old Jijiu sighed, "Who is the true peak power, not more than one of the most cultivating years?"

"What?"

Chu Tiange and the others exclaimed at the same time.

More than a billion years?

What is this concept?

"Can we do?"

Chu Tiange smiled bitterly, and even became desperate.

There are so many geniuses in the heavens and the worlds, how many people grow up in the end? Or in the unit of billions of years, he never thought that he was unique in the world, and how many could he compare?

"Let's take a step!" Chu Yang was already calm after being shocked. He found that the so-called fairy world was far greater than he thought. He suppressed his thoughts and said in a low voice, "This step in front of him may not be able to pass it."

"How many dragon clans have come down? How many Fire God clans have?"

"Is the puppet warriors in the Humane Eternal Map really enough?"

Chu Yang is not optimistic.

He is not afraid of the future.

"The third type!" The old priest looked at the imperial city under his feet, "If you can't resist, this imperial city is a cemetery!"

Chu Tiange was stunned and smiled bitterly: "The cemetery is good. It's better to die than to be enslaved!"

There is no need to say much anymore.

If you can't resist, then you'll be wiped out.

Deep in the East Sea, in the palace.

"A thousand years ago, a man ascended to the sky and said that there were nearly a hundred powerful people, but how could he have these people?"

This is a chubby little boy in his teens, with a little innocence and confusion.

It seems that he is the leader of the dragon clan from the lower realm.

"Killed!"

Elder Long smiled bitterly and quickly explained the causes and consequences.

"Human race, it's really scary. I heard that they like eating dragons very much!"

The little boy underestimated.

His red pupils were blood-colored, and innocence, he had a terrible power.

"Okay, except Ao Ping, I will retreat first!"

An old man waved his hand impatiently.

All the waiters left one after another.

In addition to the elder Long Ping, there are two thousand old and strong men left here. They are all as powerful as abyss and extremely terrifying.

In addition, there are two teenagers who look eleven or twelve years old.

"It's finally going to start!"

The boy in a red robe smiled grimly.

"Yes, it's finally about to start!"

The boy in gray smiled too.

"Third brother, sixth brother, what's going to start? Your smile is so terrible!"

The little boy was puzzled.

"Okay, Honglei, Ying Chenbo, stop talking nonsense, give him some fun!"

The old man just now disliked the Tao.

"Grandpa Xuanzu, I have come to the lower realm anyway. We are all from here, so there will be no accidents!" Hong Lei smiled, "Why would you let him be a wise ghost?"

"Okay! This lineage of bastards, I also want to watch them struggle to die with my own eyes!"

"Grandpa Xuanzu" snorted coldly and sat down.

The other two thousand old men all showed funny expressions and said nothing.

Elder Long Ao Ping's eyelids twitched, but lowered his head. With his wisdom, how could he not see that the scene in front of him was an internal struggle.

More than two thousand strong men were preparing to siege and kill the fat little boy who seemed to be the leader.

But he was very puzzled.

If you want to kill, it’s enough to be in the upper realm, why do you have to take action before you get it in the lower realm?

The little boy glanced around and said with a trembling face, "Grandpas, third brother, sixth brother, you, you...!"

He couldn't continue to say anything.

"Blood Eyes, do you know that our dragon clan has eight veins?"

Hong Lei said loudly.

"No, it should be the Nine Meridians!"

The fat boy's bloody eyes shook his head and said.

"No, no, your lineage is not counted, because your lineage is a bastard!" Hong Lei snorted coldly, "The five-clawed golden dragon is the emperor, the red dragon, the silver dragon, the white dragon, and the four Yinglong veins are iron-core supporters of the royal family; the Qinglong veins are powerful talents, but the mentality is peaceful and transcendent; the Black Dragon vein is unruly and always wants to challenge the royal family, which is not the most important thing!"

"Our Red Dragon lineage has a bastard, with a mutated bloodline and strong combat power, but he wants to rebel and establish his own lineage. For this purpose, he even fought with his father and challenged the Dragon Emperor."

"A great rebellion is a great sin, and you deserve to die!"

"So, he died in the extraterritorial battlefield!"

Hong Lei sneered.

"No, it's impossible!" Xue Tong's face was pale, and he thought of a terrible scene, "The Dragon Emperor and my father Ba made friends, and he even accepted me as his adopted son!"

"What's impossible? If you want to reach the sky with a bloodline mutated, you're just a bastard!"

Ying Chenbo said sarcastically.

"My Red Dragon lineage is a bastard!" Hong Lei disdained, "In order to prevent accidents, the Dragon Emperor put aside all kinds of doubts this time and only sent me, Red Dragon, the senior who was self-defeated by Yinglong lineage. As for the 20,000 combat soldiers outside, they are for you to bury!"

"Twenty thousand soldiers are buried with you. There is also an excuse for your death. I believe that the Qinglong and the Black Dragon will not make a fuss. After all, you are just a bastard!"

"The remaining so-called young heroes who depend on our clan all went to the Supreme Tomb tomb to die!"

"Blood Eyes, do you understand?"

Honglei finally had a sarcastic look on his face.

"In this way, was my father killed by the Dragon Emperor? He asked me to come down to the so-called tempering, just to kill me?"

Xue Tong said blankly.

"You're not stupid!"

Honglei nodded.

"Why?"

Xue Tong suddenly screamed shrillly, "After my father died, I regarded the Dragon Emperor as my father. Why?"

"The bastard is delusional and challenge the emperor's power, this is the end!"

Honglei snorted coldly.

"I've said it, hurry up and deal with him, and then destroy the Great Chu. Hey, the little human dynasty dares to kill the people of the dragon clan in my lower realm. I deserve to die!"

Ying Chenbo said.

"good!"

Hong Lei nodded, poked his hand out, turned into a red dragon claw, and grabbed the bloody pupil's neck.

Ahhhhhh…!

Blood pupils roared, and he glanced at the people, looked at their cold faces and ferocious expressions, and made a vow, "If I don't die, I will kill you all, and no one will be left!"

"Dragon Clan? The bullshit dragon clan!"
To be continued...