The sudden change caused all the dragons to change color and be extremely shocked. The True Lord wearing a dark golden robe with fire patterns was also extremely shocked and asked, "Ancestor?!"

"Is it really the ancestor?!"

“Sure enough, as expected!”

"The ancestor Dragon Emperor, with his unparalleled magical powers, how could he have fallen?!"

Many dragon demons and fairies were ecstatic.

The huge corpse of the Dragon Emperor was shining with light. The magnificent and powerful divine will that still existed after so many years gathered together. The hand holding the wine jar slowly pulled back, and then the sleeves of the young man in tight clothes and battle robes appeared above the corpse of the Dragon Emperor. His eyebrows were sharp and domineering, and he said lightly:

"The clear spring at the deepest part of Huangquan can restore the soul and heal the wounds of the spirit."

"Good stuff, but not wine."

"It's of no use to me."

"It's only good enough for one drink."

He raised his neck and drank the so-called wine, which was nothing but the water of the underworld, in one gulp. There was no change in his body that was the gathering of pure divine will. Then he calmly looked down at the dragons from a very high place. His sight swept over the many dragons. All the dragons were ecstatic when they saw him and wanted to pay their respects, but the man's sight never lingered on them.

It only fell on Qi Wuhuo. Seeing this young Taoist, he said lightly: "What a great mansion master."

"It's 'you'."

He raised his head again, drank the Yellow Spring water, and said calmly, "Is he his disciple, or a junior?"

The Dragon Emperor's voice was flat and domineering. He didn't seem to care, and his eyes didn't fall on Qi Wuhuo.

The young Taoist replied gently: "The one you are talking about should be my senior brother."

"His junior fellow apprentice?"

The Dragon Emperor was a little surprised. He looked at the young Taoist priest and suddenly laughed to himself. He said calmly, "I know why you came here and I can guess your methods, but you know that he and his junior brother have different weights in my eyes."

"nature."

"Ha, that's quite decisive. That's it."

The Dragon Emperor held the wine jar in one hand and simply sat down on top of his real body. He held the wine jar on his knees and stretched out his left hand in front of him. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were sharp, his demeanor was calm and broad, solemn and calm, and he said: "Come, drink!"

Loud as thunder!

In the void, steps appeared one after another.

The ultimate number of ninety-nine!

The total number is eighty-one.

It was obvious that he was inviting Qi Wuhuo to come forward and drink together. The other dragons were all envious, and the Dragon King laughed and said calmly: "Any living being here can come forward. No matter who it is, I can fulfill one of his wishes. You, a human, can do it, and so can the other living beings."

Then all the dragons transformed into human forms, expressed their gratitude, and walked up to the steps in ecstasy.

Just as I stepped on it, I felt something was wrong. In an instant, a series of pictures seemed to emerge in front of my eyes. Some of them encountered a difficult problem, as if they saw the Dragon Emperor inviting them to play chess, some saw the Dragon Emperor playing the piano with them, and some heard the Dragon Emperor's questions.

It may be doubt, test, or questioning.

Or kowtow!

The Dragon Emperor is so arrogant and overbearing. Vulgar people are not qualified to sit in front of him!

Then, long and mournful moans could be heard. Most of the dragons took a few steps forward, but stopped after a dozen steps, filled with regret. The patriarch of the dragon clan among the demon clan, who was now a True Lord, hurried all the way. However, after climbing more than thirty steps, the Dragon Emperor seemed to appear in front of him, standing with his hands behind his back, asking about his heart.

His expression changed several times and his footsteps became slower and slower.

In the end, he couldn't take a single step forward. He stood there with a complex and sad expression, looking extremely gloomy.

These steps should have nothing to do with cultivation.

It varies according to one's personal cultivation level, but its difficulty is always extremely high!

Why were our ancestors so harsh?

Was there really anyone who could have overcome all these difficulties and walked in front of the ancestor Dragon Emperor, sat opposite him, and discussed Taoism on an equal footing? He felt disappointed, but then he suddenly realized that there might be such a person, the only one who was extremely arrogant and even changed his last name from Ao to Ao. He was the only friend recognized by the Dragon Emperor.

It was the emperor of the human race eight thousand years ago.

Yes...

Our ancestors probably didn't even think that anyone else could walk these roads.

Eight thousand years ago, I had already met the extremely talented Human Emperor, and had been his enemy and his friend, and had roamed the world. There should be no regrets for me now. For a friend who can sit opposite me on an equal footing, having one is enough, and I don't need a second one.

His expression was gloomy, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the hem of a Taoist robe passing in front of him.

The pupils suddenly contracted.

!!!

How is it possible? Could it be that...

He looked up and saw the young Taoist in Taoist robes walking forward step by step. His steps were calm. His speed was not fast, but he never stopped for a moment. He was not fast, nor slow. He walked step by step, neither fast nor slow, but it seemed as if there was nothing in front of him, and his Taoist heart was clear, without the slightest ripple or doubt.

The Dragon Emperor was originally just drinking "wine" and overlooking everything happening below, but he saw the young Taoist priest approaching.

At first he seemed indifferent, then he was slightly surprised.

Finally, when Qi Wuhuo walked to the front, his eyes were stunned for a moment, and he stopped moving. Finally, all the dragons stopped at the limit of what they could reach. The young Taoist carried a zither and a sword on his back, and walked to the highest point step by step. He first played the zither, chess, calligraphy and painting, and then various worldly skills. He saw the wonders of the world, talked about metaphysics, Taoism, and Buddhism, sat and talked about worldly studies, and played the zither and discussed the law.

Break them all one by one.

Each one can be discussed.

But his Tao heart was clear, without any doubt, and he could climb to the top. Finally, the young Taoist reached the last step and stood on the highest step. In front of him was the head of the Dragon Emperor's real body. As for the last question, which asked about the firmness of his Tao heart, the young Taoist no longer cared. He just stood at the highest point, calmly, looking into the eyes of the Dragon Emperor.

The dragons were silent, and the Dragon King was holding the wine, dazed and absent-minded.

He was just joking, sneering, and teasing.

He didn't believe that there was anyone else in the world with such talent, such elegance, and such a heart for the Tao.

Who else can come in front of me and is qualified to sit opposite me?

Clouds dissipated above the sky, and the sleeves of the young Taoist were filled with clouds. His eyes were calm, and in a trance, he seemed to see the Taoist from eight thousand years ago. He saw his clean Taoist robe, looking at him with a smile, and the next moment seemed to walk out of history and walk in front of him.

This last step definitely could not stop the young Taoist.

But the latter did not move forward any further.

He then waved his sleeves and sat down calmly.

Just sit down on this last step and don't go any further.

Then he raised his hand to invite, "Please."

I can complete your test, but I don't do it.

The Dragon Emperor was stunned, then burst into laughter. His laughter was hearty and hearty, and he said, "Hahaha, you are saying that you can do it but not take this last step, right? Do you want me to come over and drink with you? You are really not him..."

"You are gentler than him."

"You are also more than other--"

"More 'arrogance'!"

The Dragon Emperor laughed for a long time before he stood up and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, then I'll come here and drink this cup with you." Soon, the dragons saw that after the death of the Dragon Emperor, the spirit and soul that had remained here for eight thousand years took a step forward, stood on the steps, and drank with the young man opposite.

The young Taoist drank a few cups with him. The Dragon Emperor looked at him, sighed, and said, "After the final battle, I have been silent. This last divine will has also been sleeping here for a long time. It is because you came here today, and there is the sweet spring near the Heart of the Underworld, that there is such power, which allows my soul to condense for a short time. No, it can't even be called a soul..."

"This is just a snapshot of my final will before I died."

"How long has it been since I passed away?"

The young Taoist said, "It has been more than eight thousand years."

"Eight thousand years..."

The Dragon Emperor was stunned for a moment, then smiled nonchalantly and said, "Ahaha, eight thousand years is shorter than I thought. This wisp of remaining soul of mine is like a deep dream. I can only know that a long time has passed, but I don't know exactly how many years have passed. And after he and I died in battle, what else happened?"

The young Taoist picked up the water of the underworld and drank it as if it were wine. He said in a calm tone:

"After you died, the dragon clan split into three branches, and the demon clan no longer had a demon king. Instead, they became tribes with the demon sage as the core. There was a lot of killing and slaughter between the tribes. For the past eight thousand years, there has been endless fighting, and there has been almost no peace."

"And the human world is the same..."

The young Taoist priest spoke these things to the Dragon Emperor in a gentle tone.

And below, the dragons were all quiet, silent and respectful, and the Yin gods were the same.

They looked at the young Taoist priest.

In this forbidden land, he discussed with the demon king the history of the world over the past eight thousand years.

The Dragon Emperor's eyes sank slightly. He remained silent for a long time, and then he smiled nonchalantly and said calmly, "This is also something I could have predicted when I died. You came here because you were surrounded and killed by the demons, right? It doesn't matter. Even if I only have the remaining will, I can't do anything extraordinary."

"But it's not difficult to get you out of here and save your life."

The young Taoist said: "But, this is not what I want."

The Dragon Emperor raised his eyes slightly: "Hmm?"

He asked with a half-smile, "You are still being besieged by a group of monsters. In order to kill you, they even block this forbidden area and tear it apart with formations. With such momentum, there is no doubt that they want your life. So, are you still planning to fight the big with the small?"

The young Taoist shook his head and replied:

"It's not a small fight for a big, but a transaction, a cooperation, and an effort to delay the catastrophe."

He drank the Yellow Spring Water in his hand, and then gently placed the cup in his hand on the steps formed by the pure primordial energy. He made a crisp sound, and calmly looked at the residual soul of the Dragon Emperor in front of him, and said in a gentle tone: "He was secretly plotted against by his former trusted confidant and Gou Chen, and watched the demon race split, and his achievements in the past were burned to ashes."

"And the title of Demon King has been taken by a traitor. Are you really willing to accept this?"

The Dragon Emperor's expression froze slightly: "?!!!"

He looked at the young Taoist in front of him, with a hint of obvious astonishment on his face!

Most of the eyewitnesses of what happened back then have died.

How did the Taoist in front of me know this? !

He was not born yet at that time!

The young Taoist in front of him said, "I was a little confused at first, but after talking with Emperor Dongyue, I gradually felt that it was normal for Gou Chen to take action. You are the master of the demon world, and you are the master of the human world. You two are good friends, and even friends of life and death. You drink together with the heavens, and you want the human world and the demon world to no longer be controlled by the gods of heaven and earth."

"In this case, where should the Lord of All Creatures, Emperor Gou Chen, go?"

"If he doesn't kill you, isn't his path cut off by you?"

"As for one of the core reasons that led to your demise, it was probably your trusted and beloved general, now the Demon King. After your death, even this mountain range became a taboo. The Demon King probably did not approve of your idea of ​​joining forces with the human world and governing together. He wanted the demon clan to dominate, so Gou Chen took advantage of this..."

"And the path of Gou Chen requires all kinds of creatures to fight each other, so the human race is divided, and so are the demons."

"I suspect its roots are all things and killing."

“This is how you accomplish the ritual.”

The Dragon Emperor looked at the young Taoist in front of him, who was born eight thousand years after his death.

Watching him tell these things as if he were there in person.

There was a huge wave of emotion in my heart.

The attitude towards the young Taoist in front of him changed from teasing and joking at first, not paying much attention to him; later he felt that he was also a unique and romantic person in the world and could be a friend;

Until now, my heart is still shaken and my face is moved.

The Taoist in front of him seemed to be even better than his good friend in some aspects.

If they are from the same sect, then is it true that the Tai Shang lineage has disciples with completely different styles, but all of them are so brilliant and talented to be born in the world to walk through the great calamity?

The Supreme Lineage, the Supreme Lineage...

How profound!

The Demonic Dragon King was very emotional, but his eyes were calm. He finally looked at Qi Wuhuo as an equal, instead of regarding him as the junior brother of his friend. He asked slowly with a serious expression:

"Who are you?!"

The young Taoist put down his cup, his brows were calm, and he looked like he was not interested in worldly matters. He answered:

"Someone who has a blood feud with Gou Chen."

"Jinzhou, Qi Wuhuo."