However, as soon as Mo Jincheng was about to fly out of the altar, he was shocked by the restriction of the altar and bounced back and landed on the altar again.

At this time, the holy spirit energy of the Holy Spirit vein above the Cangqiu Dao Palace rolled down and poured into the formation of the altar. Suddenly, the light of the formation shook, and the heavy forbidden power rushed towards the Demon City. The Demon City could not be avoided and screamed.

Huang Xiaolong looked at the disheveled Demon City and said coldly: "Demon City, I advise you to be more content, so that you can suffer less!"

These days, Demon City was suppressed by Huang Xiaolong in the Cangkong Dao Palace and was bombarded day and night by the large formation of the Cangkong Dao Palace. It was a very painful thing. Although life was not as good as death, it was not much worse.

"Huang Xiaolong, when I go out, I will make you suffer a hundred times more than I am now!" Mo Jincheng glared at Huang Xiaolong.

Huang Xiaolong sneered: "Demon City, do you think you can still go out? Are you still thinking about going out?"

Mo Jincheng looked ugly. Although he still had a trace of remaining hope for this, he had to admit that his hope of escaping from the Sky Dao Palace was extremely slim, so slim that there was almost no hope.

"You can consider it, serve me, and be my slave." Huang Xiaolong then said coldly: "Maybe, I can let you out."

Although Demon City is not the enemy of Huang Xiaolong's punch, it is still an existence in the late stage of the fourth level of the ancestor. Being able to conquer such an existence will still have some effect on Huang Xiaolong.

When Mo Jincheng heard this, he laughed: "Salary for you? Be your slave?"

"Huang Xiaolong, are you not awake? Or have you done too much daydreaming? Do you think I will agree?"

A kind of anger, a kind of shame, and a violent murderous intent surged in the heart of Demon City.

He was a master of the fourth level of the late stage of the ancestor, and he was intimidating the Jiehe River for hundreds of millions of years. Wherever he went, countless powerful people in the Jiehe River crawled on the ground. Huang Xiaolong actually wanted to let him be his slave!

This made him feel angry that he wanted to tear Huang Xiaolong away.

However, he looked at the restrictions around the altar and held back.

At this time, Long Jianfei said, "Demon City, if you can contribute to the Young Master, it will be your blessing. In the holy realm of Tuo, many high-level ancestors also serve the powerful Taoist masters. The young master will definitely become the Taoist master in the future, and may even be more than just the Taoist masters." Speaking of this, he said, "Tell you that our young master is the son of the Creator and has the blood of the Yellow Dragon Creator. Once his identity is exposed, let alone the strong ancestors, many Taoist masters will come to contribute to him!"

When Long Jianfei said that Huang Xiaolong was the son of Creation, he looked extremely serious.

But when Mo Jincheng heard this, he covered his stomach and laughed: "Long Jianfei, you are also a fifth-level master of the First Ancestor. He actually recognized a boy from the Holy Realm as the young master? You actually made Huang Xiaolong a slave, which was simply a loss of the face of our First Ancestor! What's even more ridiculous is that you actually made up the reason for creating a son!"

"You think I'm a three-year-old and you'll believe in absurd and ignorant words like you!"

Mo Jincheng did not hide his contempt in his heart and looked sarcastic.

Long Jianfei wanted to say something else, Huang Xiaolong shook his hand, then looked at Mo Jincheng and said coldly: "You still have time to think about it, but the time for you to think about it will not be too long. I will be able to break through the ancestor soon. Once I break through the ancestor, I can kill the existence of the ancestor. At that time, if you want to apply for it again, do you think you still have a chance?"

Before the Demon City could open its mouth, Huang Xiaolong let the altar re-enter the underground of Cangqiong Dao Palace, and then asked the Cangqiong Dao Palace to activate the altar ban and continue to bombard the Demon City.

Under the ground of the Cangkong Dao Palace, the screams of Demon City sounded.

Huang Xiaolong tapped his finger and blocked the sound.

In fact, for Huang Xiaolong, it is good to be effective in Mo Jincheng, but it doesn’t matter if it is not effective. When he breaks through the state of the ancestor, he can swallow and refine the Dao Soul Body of Mo Jincheng.

Huang Xiaolong had a feeling that when he broke through the ancestor, the Taoist soul and Taoist body would transform again, and at that time, he could swallow the ancestor's existence.

Of course, it is not possible yet.

Afterwards, Huang Xiaolong accelerated the journey of Cangkong Dao Palace and quickly returned to the foreign palace.

...

In the General Hall of the Foreign Palace, Mo Zhi and Long Shengtian looked ugly.

In the hall, there were two rows of ancestors sitting in two rows who rushed over to hear the news, with no more or less, a total of seventeen!

After these ancestors arrived, they were not polite and asked about the tree of the Great Dao and the fruit of the Great Dao. Yuan Baifei, the ancestor of the Wanyuan clan, even spoke directly, saying that the tree of the Great Dao is shared by foreign countries and foreign dwellings should not be taken for themselves, but should be taken out and divided equally with all tribes.

Long Shengtian sneered when he heard this: "Yuan Baifei, according to what you said, you should take out the Original Dao Stone of the Wanyuan clan. Things like this Original Dao Stone should also be shared in foreign lands, and should not be taken for yourself. Why don't you Wanyuan clan take it out and share it with all races?"

Yuan Qianxing, who was sitting next to Yuan Baifei, smiled and said, "The Original Dao Stone does not have much effect on the ancestors, so how can it be compared with the Great Dao Tree? It is said that if a strong person in the Great Dao Realm can sit cross-legged under the Great Dao Tree and absorb the power of the Great Dao with the help of the Great Dao Tree, he can achieve twice the result with half the effort and greatly increase his cultivation speed. Such treasures are occupied by those with virtue, instead of being idle in the forbidden area by our foreign palace, and wasting the resources of heaven!"

Long Shengtian sneered and said, "Since you said that the Origin Dao Stone does not have much effect on the ancestors, it is useless to keep this kind of thing in your Wanyuan tribe. Why not take it out and use it for others to use it."

"The Tree of the Great Dao is the result of our palace master's hard work. If you want us to give up the Tree of the Great Dao, it is impossible!"

Long Shengtian looked at the ancestors from all sides coldly, and his tone was firm.

"The Tree of the Great Dao, even if the foreign palace doesn't want to hand over it today, it will have to hand over it!" At this time, a cold voice sounded, and an old man in black robe walked in from outside the hall.

Seeing this old man, many ancestors sitting there quickly stood up.

"Ming Lao!"

The person who came is Miao Lao!

Even Long Shengtian, who had a firm tone just now, had his face changed when he saw the old man.

Mo Zhi stared at Miao Lao: "It turns out that Miao Lao has arrived!"

In the entire foreign land, no one dares to ignore this mysterious old man, even if he broke through the sixth level of the ancestor and was the lord of the foreign palace.

Old Ming smiled and his voice was a little gloomy: "Boy Mozhi, you haven't seen each other for many years, your strength has improved a lot."

When Miao Lao called Mo Zhi a boy, no one of the ancestors thought it was inappropriate. In a foreign land, Miao Lao is the highest-ranking old man, who is in the holy realm, and is also his descendant.

"Mo Zhi's strength is not enough to reach the eye of Old Mysterious Old Man." Mo Zhi said in a humble voice.
Chapter completed!