"Pei Yanjun, thanks to your age, why are you still so pedantic? If you really have to wait for them to take action, do you still have a chance to survive?" Pang Shidao said angrily and anxiously.
"Even if you don't think about yourself, don't you think about your descendants?" Ning Qingsi also persuaded.
Pei Yanjun didn't speak, but looking at that indifferent expression, it was obvious that he had made up his mind. Even if they said it out of words, he would not be shaken in the slightest.
"Then, if the Holy Dragon clan changes its mind, is the Lord Heavenly King willing to help Fenghua?" Ye Yunji was not in a hurry at all, and asked with a smile.
"Can you make the Holy Dragon Clan change their mind?" Pei Yanjun asked meaningfully.
"At the beginning, the elders of the Shenglong clan were picked up by Ye Moxuan to make trouble, and they actually regretted it afterwards. Now Ye Moxuan leads the clan to join Haokong, and is willing to be enslaved by him as a dog and horse. .¡± Ye Yunji said.
"So what, Ye Moxuan is still the Lord of the Holy Dragon after all." Pei Yanjun said.
"What if I kill him?" Ye Yunji said.
"Can you do it?" Pei Yanjun's eyes narrowed slightly.
Ye Yunji still kept that calm smile on his face. Although there was no holy rainbow appearing between his brows, a holy dragon suddenly appeared behind him.
Different from the last time I saw it, this time, Shenglong's original appearance was restrained, but it gave people a sense of sacredness and solemnity.
Suddenly, Shenglong Zhenxiang raised his head and let out a dragon chant, and suddenly there was an ethereal and mysterious Taoist rhyme in the silent void, as if everything in the world was surrendered to this rhyme.
The unique coercion of the Holy Dragon clan swayed from Ye Yunji. Even Pei Yanjun, Pang Shidao, Ning Qingsi and the others felt their chests sink, and the holy spirit froze for a moment.
In the battle between the strong, this moment of stagnation is enough to decide life and death!
Dao sage, Yun Ji's cultivation has been promoted to Dao sage!
Looking at Ye Yunji's proud figure, Gu Fenghua was delighted, excited, and even more deeply proud.
After a long time, Ye Yunji put away Shenglong's true form and looked at Pei Yanjun quietly.
Those deep eyes burst out with a light that was even more dazzling than the bright stars, which made it difficult for the king of heaven to look directly at him.
"Forget it, for your grandfather's sake, I will help her reverse the fate. But, before you truly become the Supreme Dragon, don't think of me helping you again." Pei Yanjun finally changed his mind, and said to Ye Yunji.
Pang Shidao laughed, and Ning Qingsi also laughed.
Next to him, Gu Fenghua also smiled, but unconsciously, the corners of his eyes were moist.
Just like before, when she needed help the most, Ye Yunji appeared by her side again. But this time, she still did not disappoint.
In the void, the three heavenly kings made handprints at the same time. The mysterious lines of light rippled, filled the endless void, gradually condensed, and enveloped Gu Fenghua
At the same time, in the depths of Mingjing Tianwang Palace, in front of a ten-foot-high gate, dozens of men and women stood respectfully with folded arms. Most of them had silver hair like snow, and the youngest had gray temples.
All of these people are descendants of Fu Aoshi, and they are the masters of each house in the Fu family. On a normal day, if any one of them stomped their feet at random, the Nether Mirror King's Domain would probably tremble a few times, but today, everyone was silent like a cicada, and they didn't even dare to take a breath when they stood at the gate of the hall. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com