The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood

Ye Mo successfully plucked the civet family, and they followed the civet family and walked all the way to the castle.

Sure enough, following the genre of the genus, and Ye Mo changed into the appearance of a demon dragon, the monks who guarded the castle did not even block it, so they put it in.

Entering from the gates of the old castle, along the way, there are many young monks guarding them. Although their strength is not very strong, they are enough to suppress the strong of these orcs.

After entering the castle, the strongest of the civet family was taken to a lounge by a monk.

The birthday banquet was held in the evening, so they had to wait until the evening to be able to attend the banquet.

"This castle has seven floors. The first floor is wider than the first floor. The first five floors are the inner space of the old castle. As for the sixth floor, it is a naturally formed cave. There are mountains and waters, such as the paradise. As for the seventh floor, it is the entrance to the underground forest."

The monk king began to introduce the castle to Ye Mo.

"The seventh floor?"

Ye Mo frowned and asked: "I have successfully entered the old castle, and the probability of sneaking into the seventh floor is not big?"

"Small and very small. In the seventh floor, there are quite a few people who guard the transmission channel. Only the strong people of the Yi people can enter and exit at will."

The monk Wang Ruoshi said.

"It seems that I can only see the machine."

Ye Mo is in the middle of the castle and can obviously sense the existence of Xiaojing. He has been waiting for him to rescue Xiaojing. If Xiaojing dragged him to the Dragon World, I am afraid that he may not be able to escape the source of Tianzun. Poisoned hand.

"This adult, I don't know how you call it? I am called Lingyun, and also the patriarch of the civet family."

The civet patriarch suddenly asked, in the eyes, there was a trace of suspicion. She first heard Ye Mo said that her demon dragon master, some lost their senses, and eager to join the evil dragon.

Now, calm down, coupled with the reminders of other ethnic groups, she has begun to doubt Ye Hao.

First of all, the demon dragons really want to recruit the ancient Yi people, at least send an elder to come, and Ye Mo realm, they can feel that only eight degrees of immortality.

"Oh?"

Ye Mo’s eyes moved slightly, but his face did not change: “I’m called the evil blade, but the genius secretly cultivated by the evil dragons. What? You are doubting my identity?”

"Don't dare, but you are a evil dragon, why don't you send some powerful masters out? If the messenger of Chun'an has no strength, the ancient Yi people may not yield."

The rhyme waved and explained.

"Hey, are you looking at my realm and only eight are immortal? Do you really think that my strength is so simple on the surface? Believe it or not, it is not my enemy."

Ye Mo cold squatted, his face full of anger.

"What? You can beat everyone like us with one stroke? How is this possible?"

Several people of the civet family were completely shocked.

"What? Do you want to try?"

Ye Mo burst into a bang, the horrible power burst out, and the space around him, in this fierce drink, like the mirror panel directly broken, immediately scared the master of the cat family, eliminating doubts.

Time, slowly passing, approaching the night, many orcs, under the leadership of the monks, went to the sixth floor.

The masters of Ye Mo and the civet family stood on the body of a huge man. When he saw him leaping into the air, he brought Ye Mo and others to the sixth floor of the castle.

Into the sixth floor of the castle, it came to a paradise, filled with banquets, tables and benches are boulder, even on the high platform far away, the most obvious throne, is also a giant stone.

This space is completely different from artificial creation, but it is a natural hole.

The so-called cave sky is the space formed by the creation of heaven and earth. Without carving the jade, everything looks very natural.

At this time, there are already many masters of the Orcs, all of whom have already taken their seats. Ye Mo also saw that many of the Orc masters are sitting in the nearest place to the throne. As for the seats behind, no one is sitting at all. .

After all, sitting in the front can only be mixed.

"Damn, some powerful orcs are almost occupying the seats in front, and the strength is weak. They can only sit in the back row."

Lingyun bite his teeth.

"Sit in the back row and sit in the back row. Your genus cats have already turned to the demon dragons. Their status is far higher than them. If they compete for seats, isn't it self-destructive?"

Ye Mo said faintly.

"The evil blade is what the adults say."

The rhyme has repeatedly diǎn heads, feeling that he is already a high-ranking character. The orcs in front of him are just jumping clowns. When the evil blade really shows their intentions, his spirit cat family can completely turn over.

Ye Mo took the civet family and sat down straight on a seat that was surrounded by no one.

In the field, as time went by, the number of guests present was more and more, and Ye Mo even saw it because of the situation of competing for seats and making big shots.

As a result, it is natural to imagine that a strong orc beast succeeds in overlord, and a weak family can only give attendance. For this phenomenon, the Yi people have not stopped, and it seems that they want to see which orc, and in the end, which orc, Strong one diǎn.

The orcs in desperate deserts are all in full, and there are more than forty orcs in the foot. The most powerful ones are the giant elephants. The chief of the giant elephants is bigger than the monks. The giant nose is more than a dozen feet long.

Almost every orc is sitting in one place, plus the appearance of the features, very well recognized.

"There is a patriarch!"

All the staff arrived, an old monk, screamed, and then, over the throne, a big hand, covered with white fluff, pounced out of the void, it was the palm of the monk, tearing the space apart, pulling There is a huge mouth.

Then ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ a huge figure, full of four feet, it was drilled from the cracks in the space, directly down, but did not cause a diǎn sound, slowly sitting on the throne.

The hair of his whole body has turned into white, white-browed white whiskers, and looks a little elegant. It is completely inconsistent with his body shape. Everyone can feel the traces of vicissitudes and traces of the years from his body.

This four-footed monk is the patriarch of the Yi people, and he has lived a thousand years old.

"This is your patriarch? Why do I feel that he is not only powerful."

Ye Mo looked at the patriarch of the ape, his face changed slightly.

"Our patriarch, not only has the power to be immortal, but he is also a powerful master, knowing astronomical geography, and being able to take care of numerology. If you look at his eyes, your inner thoughts, he will be able to Divination is a clue, so you must be careful not to be divined by him."

The monk king reminded. (To be continued.)