"It's been 18,000 years!" The Dragon King of the West Sea sighed.

"Yes, it's been 18,000 years! The dragon clan hasn't set foot on the land of China for 18,000 years." The Dragon King of North Sea also sighed.

"The Dragon Stone is a hidden danger after all. No matter why the Dragon Stone is missing, we must find it in whose hands." The Dragon King of the East China Sea looked stern:

"What if someone rushed out with Zhenlong Stone at the critical moment of attacking Shenzhou in the future? What should I do then? Should you take it, or should I take it?"

"If the other party has the strength to not disturb anyone, how terrifying should his cultivation be? Can we provoke it?" The Dragon King of the West Sea lowered his voice: "I angered the other party and threw the Dragon Stone into the sea. What should we do then? It's better to pretend not to know and don't cause more trouble. The other party will draw the Dragon Stone away at the critical moment, and it will definitely have some plans, which is not a coincidence."

The hall fell silent. The four dragon kings looked at me and I looked at you, all of them were silent.

While talking, I suddenly heard a burst of hurried footsteps, and saw a figure rushing from a distance, with his footsteps staggeringly and panic:

"King! King! Not good! Not good! In the Bright Light Hall, Elder Ao Qin's Bright Light has gone out."

"What?" Ao Guang was shocked when he heard this: "How is it possible? Although Gui Ling is a person who is a rude person, she is definitely not a person who is ignorant of importance. Even if he plunders Ao Qin, he would never kill her and take his life."

He stepped forward and grabbed the shrimp soldier's collar: "Can you find out clearly?"

"No mistakes." Xia Bingdao.

"Turn me to the Binglantern Hall."

The Dragon King of the East China Sea still couldn't believe it, so he quickly walked to the Binglantern Hall, and then saw a light that was extinguished in the hall. It was indeed Ao Qin's natal light.

"Humans should not be killed by the turtle spirit. Although the turtle spirit is willful, it cannot do such a thing." The Dragon King of Beihai said.

"Is it still important to kill the Turtle Spirit?" The Dragon King of the East China Sea suddenly sighed meaningfully.

After this statement, everyone in the hall was shocked. The bodies of the four dragon kings trembled suddenly.

"What do you mean by brother?" The Dragon King of Beihai made a brief test.

"This is a good opportunity! A perfect excuse." Donghai Dragon King said.

The four dragon kings look at me and I look at you. The dragon king of the West Sea said: "No, it's an opportunity. Send a large army into Middle Earth first and seize a few rivers."

Shengtian Painting Academy

Huo Taixian held a paintbrush in his hand, stood in front of the table and outlined it lightly. Next to him, the Eight Treasures were wrapped in a blanket and fell asleep. The blue smoke curled up in the incense burner, and the incense was like a conscious elf, pouring into the mouth and nose of the Eight Treasures.

"You forced her to prolong her life like this, hang her for the last breath of energy, and tell her to live in a daze all day long. Life is worse than death. How long can you last?" Jin Chanzi sat in front of Babao, touching her chin with her pink little hands.

Jin Chanzi grew very fast, but in just over a month, she was already two years old and could run away in the painting academy by herself.

Since he was able to run away, Jin Chanzi has stayed with Huo Taixian, and has been eating and drinking in Huo Taixian's yard all day long.

"Do you know the Gu of Destiny?" Huo Taixian asked.

"As Jin Chanzi, I am one of the worms in the world. Do you think I know?" Jin Chanzi said angrily.

Hearing this, Huo Taixian stopped painting and simply stopped writing and looked at Jin Chanzi: "How much do you know about Destiny Gu?"

"Time and space are the first, fate are the second, cause and effect are the third." Jin Chanzi said without thinking.

Hearing this, Huo Feixian frowned: "The ancestor of the Nature Painting Academy takes the Gu of Destiny as the natal picture scroll."

"Did you have heard of the Nature Painting Academy? I've heard of it." Jin Chanzi said: "Then you have to be careful. The fate insect can fiddle with the fate in the dark, which makes people unable to defend themselves."

"You are all so powerful. How powerful should the time Gu worm, the fate Gu worm, and the cause and effect Gu worm?" Huo Feixian asked.

"You can't say that." Jin Chanzi shook his head: "The stronger the Gu worm, the harder it is to transform into shape and to open up his spiritual intelligence. Although I can't match the three Gu worms, I have transformed into shape and practiced countless thousands. When I really fight, the three Gu worms that have not yet transformed are just a slap to me."

Speaking of this, Jin Chanzi paused: "Of course, if those three major insects transform into shape, killing me will be a slap."

Huo Feixian was about to continue asking about the fateful insect, but suddenly a strange movement on the list of gods was heard, and a sense came from the darkness. Then Huo Feixian sensed the Lingxiao Palace and saw the list of gods floating in the sky palace. He saw a wandering soul floating in front of the list of gods.

"Ao Qin! He was actually dead. His soul was led by the Gods List because it was branded on the Gods List." Huo Feixian looked at the wandering soul in the Lingxiao Palace's scroll, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Why did Ao Qin die?

Didn’t the Holy Mother of Turtle Spirit let him go?

With a lot of doubts in his heart, Huo Feixian's thoughts flashed: "If you don't have a proper forgiveness, you will be a little worse after all."

Although Mingzhu, Ao Qin and others were engraved on the Gods' List, because they did not have the seal blessing of Lingxiao Palace, they could only use the power of the Gods' List to be considered as fake gods, or quasi-heaven gods.

At that time, Huo Feixian's cultivation was not good, and the skill of the Gods in the List of Gods was not activated, so this was the only way to take the lead.

Now that Huo Feixian has a seal, he should naturally prepare to be the gods.

The chief director and the deputy director were one word apart, but it was a world of difference, just like a ladder to climb the sky.

Huo Feixian's thoughts were circulating: "The most important thing now is to figure out why Ao Qin suddenly died. Ao Qin is a dragon clan and a ceratops in the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea. It is a bit inappropriate to suddenly die here."

"I stole the dragon stone from Zhendian. What if the four sea dragon clans took the opportunity to attack..." Huo Feixian was full of thoughts. Suddenly, the scallops on his waist flashed, and a letter appeared and was held in his hand.

"Mrs. Mingzhu wrote that it was the little marquis who killed Ao Qin. There was a big mountain in the place where Ao Qin fell, and it happened that mountain had been named God." Huo Feixian's heart was filled with thoughts:

"The little marquis wanted to let Ao Qin go, but suddenly he killed him. How dare he? And he ate only Ao Qin's skeleton."

"I have to say something to the master." Huo Taixian murmured to himself.

The Dragon Clan is afraid that he will not give up!

It would be fine if you kill someone, but it would be a bit too much to leave the other party with only the skeleton left.

Huo Taixian put away his brush and sealed the eight treasures in the scroll.

"What are you going to do?" Jin Chanzi asked curiously.

"It's going to be wind!" Huo Feixian suddenly said.

"This is a confusing account. The Four Seas Dragon Palace will definitely settle this confusing account on my Shengtian Painting Academy." Huo Feixian put away his eight treasures, carefully packed the scroll, and then quickly walked into the Turtle Spirit's dojo.

The turtle spirit, who looks like a thirteen-year-old loli, was sitting cross-legged in front of the water pavilion in the center of the lake. The waves were surging in front of the water pavilion, and an artistic conception was brewing and gathering on the water surface.

The world is harmonious, the water waves are clear and breeze is united, and the nature is united.

Huo Feixian took steps and broke into this artistic conception, causing a disharmony in this artistic conception: "Master."

"If you don't go to practice, why are you disturbing me?" Gui Ling opened her eyes unhappily, and the artistic conception of unity between man and nature disappeared instantly.

"I have something to report to you, and it's urgent." Huo Feixian bowed quickly.

"What's the matter?"

"According to the secret news, Ao Qin is dead."

"What?" Gui Ling suddenly opened her eyes: "Who did it?"

"Little Marquis. Not only did he intercept Ao Qin halfway, he also stewed Ao Qin, leaving only a skeleton left." Huo Feixian handed the secret letter in his hand.

"Bastard! Bastard! Dabangguanzhen, what is he trying to do?" Gui Ling's face turned red when she heard this, and her pink little face looked particularly cute.

"I'll kill him." Gui Ling's fair skin was surging red and she suddenly stood up.

"We have no evidence." Huo Taixian said helplessly: "No one knows, and no one can identify the little marquis."

"Then how did you get the secret report?" Gui Ling looked at Huo Feixian.

"The master should know my "Land Map". Huo Taixian concealed the past with the land map.

The Holy Mother of Turtle Spirit turned around and looked at the thirty-mile radius of lakes. After a long time, she squeezed out a sentence from her teeth: "My little marquis deserves to die. He wants me to go to war with the Dragon Clan, and take the opportunity to drag the Great Zhou into the quagmire of fighting with the Dragon Clan, and he is a good plan."

Huo Taixian was silent when he heard this. This kind of thing was not something he could interfere with.

"I went to see the ancestor of the sect. The Dragon Stone was lost. The Dragon Clan and the Human Clan had a battle sooner or later, but it was just a matter of time. But Ao Qin died, and the Southwest dared to plot against us. Then we waited to start the operation in the southwest. Shengtian Painting Academy suppressed the Great Zhou for 18,000 years, but it was never easy to bully." After saying that, Gui Ling turned into a stream of light and left Huo Feixian standing alone in front of the lake, looking at Wuken Bibo, a hint of emotion appeared in her eyes:

"The energy of the Southwest Age has been cut off. The Southwest Age is just a pseudo-dragon, a pseudo-dragon that opens the way for the real dragon. But just a pseudo-dragon is already so difficult, let alone a real dragon?"

In fact, in the face of the frame-up of the Southwest Hou, Shengtian Painting Academy is indeed powerless and cannot think of any useful method.

There is no excuse everywhere, how can you give up?

Days passed day by day, and three days later, a black wind suddenly rose, and the overwhelming black clouds collapsed and tsunamis stormed from afar like collapsed and destroyed. With the rapid wind and rain, the sky had turned black in one stick of incense.

The overwhelming rainstorms drooped from the sky, lightning and thunder exploded, and lightning flashed and connected the earth. A trace of the unique fishy smell of the dragon clan in the air spread between the sky and the earth.

"I smelled the scent of those loaches." Jin Chanzi stood under the eaves, raised his head and looked at the trees that were broken by the strong wind. The wind and rain between the sky and the earth were destroyed, and countless flowers withered.
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