Chapter 1790： Qingyou King

Above the imperial ancestor, the clouds cleared and the mist dispersed.

The head of the Azure Dragon, coming from the sky, breaking through the clouds and mist, overlooking the Imperial Heaven Sect.

Many sages of the Imperial Sky School looked at the blue dragon above the clouds, and they all showed coldness.

This Qinglong is too presumptuous!

After all, this place is the Emperor Tianzong. How dare this blue dragon overlook it? Make this level of supremacy.

"King Qingyou!"

In the hall, a faint voice sounded, causing the dragon head to rotate.

The vast dragon body, tumbling in this cloud and mist, accompanied by the blazing blue light, which almost dyed the entire sky above the Imperial Sky School into blue. A young man with a qingyi, polite and human face with dragon pupils and antlers appeared in that blue sky. In the mans.

He stepped forward with a faint smile.

"Qingyou, see the Emperor Yutian!"

He ignored the many Immortal Veins Supreme, and gave a slight gift to the hall.

In the main hall, a middle-aged man was immortal, with ink hair hanging down, and a pair of eyes, no happiness or anger.

He quietly looked at the blue dragon in the sky and spoke slowly with a thick voice.

"Since you are here, you are a guest, why should you be outside the hall?"

The sound is slowly, without anger and majesty, and spreads above the sky.

Qing You smiled faintly, "Thank you Yutian Xianjun!"

The corner of his mouth was slightly raised, and there was a touch of arrogance. Even though he was hit hard by the imperial emperor before and almost broke the dragon bone, he didn't seem to see the slightest difference from his face.

King Qingyou stepped out, Fengyun automatically, and in the blink of an eye, he landed in front of the imperial palace.

He raised his head and stared at Yutianxianjun, never retreating or avoiding.

Yutianxianjun's expression seemed to stop, he sat quietly in a high position.

King Qingyou didn't care either, smiled faintly, and stepped into the hall.

"Xianjun, after a thousand years, the cultivation of Xianjun has become more and more unfathomable!" King Qingyou complimented and slowly bowed.

"Compared to you, how dare I call it unfathomable? I have entered the Dragon Tomb for thousands of years, entered the Mahayana pinnacle, true dragon nine-merged descendants, I am afraid that nothing can beat you up." Yutian Xianjun said lightly. "However, even so, I am afraid that you will be defeated today."

There was a hint of warning in his voice.

This Qinglong had been here thousands of years ago, and the whole Emperor Tianzong knew everything about it.

Now that thousands of years have passed, no one would have thought that this blue dragon would still be a thief.

Yutianxianjun looked indifferently, but there was a faint chill in the depths of those pupils, and seemed a little regretful. Thousands of years ago, this blue dragon should have been smashed directly, even if the dragon is furious, what's the problem? He may not be afraid of the dragon clan.

But now it's different, he just wants to kill this blue dragon, which is probably difficult.

Qingyou Wang smiled faintly, "Xianjun, it is too early to say whether he will go home unfailingly!"

"Qingyou has a sincere heart, and has long admired Fairy Yusheng, even if the bones are broken, they have not been shaken!"

He looked at Yutian Xianjun and slowly said: "Qingyou has lived and died in the Dragon Tomb for thousands of years. Every time he is about to fall, he will show the face of the Yusheng fairy, so he can persist!"

"Why didn't Xianjun give Qingyou a chance? If the Feng Clan gave the Xianjun such a fate, he made a good story in the real world, and let the Imperial Heaven Sect unite with the Feng Clan to overwhelm the rest of the immortal veins!"

Yutianxianjun looked indifferent: "Are you because I broke your dragon bone and hurt your dragon muscles, or because of the imperial sage, who has been in the dragon tomb for thousands of years, I don't have the thought to listen."

"Yusheng doesn't have the idea of ​​a Taoist companion, please go back!"

"Xianjun, Qingyou Wang has a heart..."

Suddenly, the entire hall suddenly stagnated, and the eyes of the Emperor Yutian suddenly changed at this moment, and those pupils looked like Tianwei.

"roll!"

He slowly uttered a word, but cracks appeared in the surrounding space.

King Qingyou's eyes were as usual, he seemed to disagree under the pressure of Emperor Yutian.

"Xianjun, why bother!?"

King Qingyou sighed softly, "The general trend, adult beauty, isn't it good?"

He looked at Yutian Xianjun, "Today, Qingyou is here, not Qingyou's elders who have proposed marriage. Qingyou is already enough to give Xianjun a face."

"Looking at the realm of cultivation, in addition to my Qingyou, how many people are qualified to be the Taoists of the Royal Saint Fairy?"

"In terms of bloodline, I am a pure-blooded blue dragon, capable of crushing all living beings. In terms of talent, Qingyou is enough to crush the dragon and the phoenix. In terms of background, my ancestor of the blue dragon line is also enough to rank in the top three in the true dragon line. "

"Even sincerity, a thousand years ago, the fairy prince fought against me Qingyou, but I never had the slightest resentment, even willing to marry the imperial fairy into the dragon tomb, and through life and death breakthrough to the peak of Mahayana."

Qingyou looked at the imperial emperor, "Why should the emperor be aggressive? Human life is short, but my dragon has a long life, and the emperor is about to pass the catastrophe, but my Qingyou should be able to stay in the cultivation world for hundreds of thousands of years. , Million years."

The eyes of Yutianxianjun were already cold, he looked at Qingyou.

Every sentence seemed to express Qingyou's own advantages, but every sentence was a threat.

Yutian Xianjun sneered, "Qingyou King, if you don't speak frankly, you are the first arrogant of the dragon and phoenix clan, if my Yutian Xianjun refuses to allow you today, wait for me to cross the catastrophe and become immortal. , Yusheng will have endless troubles, and no one can stop you at that time."

King Qingyou's face remained as usual, and said: "Xianjun misunderstood!"

"Misunderstanding?" Yutian Xianjun chuckled, "Don't worry, I won't become immortal so quickly, and cross the catastrophe to suppress the immortal veins. As the Sect Master of the Emperor Tianzong, how can I step down?"

"Even if you stay in the realm of cultivation for tens of thousands of years, it is enough to become an imperial sage, and your careful thinking is nothing but wishful thinking!"

King Qingyou looked at Yutian Xianjun, staring at each other with those eyes.

The space cracks around, slowly recovered.

King Qingyou smiled suddenly, and there were a few sneers and pride in his smile.

He shook his head and sighed, "Xianjun, I'm not saying that when the emperor becomes the queen, there will be endless troubles for the Emperor Tianzong!"

He looked at Yutianxianjun, the smile on his face gradually became weird and confident.

"Qingyou means, Fairy Yusheng, I am married to Qingyou, and in the entire cultivation world, no one is more suitable for Fairy Yusheng than me!"

"Xianjun, Emperor Tianzong, can't stop me Qingyou!"

When the words fell, the killing intent suddenly surged in Yutianxianjun's pupils.

How dare to be so arrogant in front of him now that he used to be under his hands, howling and panting?

"I want to see if I can stop it!"

"Dragon Race, will you go to war with my Imperial Sky School because of your pure-blooded blue dragon!"

Yutianxianjun, at this moment, spoke impressively.

He snapped it out with a palm, and the whole star was trembling, endless fairy aura, madly gathered in this palm, turning into seven-color palm prints.

Immortal supernatural power, Yutian Xuanzhang!

The immortal vein mark flashed in Yutianxianjun's eyebrows.

The Lord of Xianmai burst out with all his strength, without any reservation.

King Qingyou's pupils shrank slightly, but a smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth.

On the dragon's horns on his forehead, countless dragon patterns appeared, and his body was surrounded by heaven and earth, as if hiding the endless sea.

Its terrifying coercion, gathered in this hall, has never been spread out.

"father!"

Quietly, a faint voice sounded, causing the two parties to suddenly stagnate.

Then, the smoke disappeared.

The imperial saint stands tall at the entrance of this hall.

Qing Luan is on his shoulders!