Villain: The Forbidden Zone Emperor's Son! Sleeping for Ten Thousand Years to Break the Divine

Long Aotian's challenge to Ji Shiba ended just like that.

However, Long Aotian's deeds were widely spread.

Beating Ji Shiba violently, sweeping across the ancient races, and subduing the Golden Winged Little Peng King.

Each of these things was shocking enough to cause a lot of turmoil.

But Long Aotian did it all.

This kind of influence would probably cause a sensation in the entire Desert State in less than a day.

And the strength of the young master of the Long family also reinterpreted to all living beings what it means to be invincible.

In an instant, the name of Long Aotian was heard all over the Black Rock City, and he became the subject of discussion among all cultivators.

In the eastern area of ​​Black Rock City, there is an exquisitely shaped Qiong Tower, where many ancient races' geniuses gathered.

A bright girl with white wings on her back sat on the main seat like a moon surrounded by stars.

In front of her, two extraordinary figures stood proudly.

One of them was a nine-headed lion with nine heads.

Only after becoming a saint can their clan transform into human form, but they can change their body size at will.

The other figure is naturally the son of the dragon of the Wanlongchao Minglong lineage, Ming Qingyang.

As a member of the ancient royal family, he should disdain to mix with these ancient races.

It's just that Long Aotian's power is too strong. Even if he awakens a new true dragon supernatural power, he is not sure of winning.

Even in his heart, the probability of defeat is greater.

The nine-headed lion is the same, otherwise he would not appear here.

"You two, as long as we work together, we will definitely be able to suppress the young master of the Long family in the secret treasure. Afterwards, we will divide the secret treasure in detail."

Although Ah Xue has a beautiful face, she is quite majestic.

There is no trace of the charming style in front of Situ Aotian.

The two frowned slightly when they heard the words, and the nine-headed lion spoke frankly.

"Your strength is far from ours, how can you share the secret treasure equally."

What the nine-headed lion said was true. The overall strength of the Feathered People was at the bottom among the ancient races.

It was only because of the natural beauty of this race that it became famous.

The male members of the tribe were handsome and handsome, and the female members were soft and beautiful.

However, due to their weak foundation, they usually became followers of the descendants of some powerful forces.

There were not many people like Ah Xue who could enter the ancient family in the entire Feathered People.

Not to mention that the person she followed was the first ladder of the Situ family and the top figure in the entire fairyland.

This made their tribe feel proud.

"I know that my power is not as strong as yours, but please look at it."

Ah Xue smiled softly when she heard it.

Then she lifted a corner of her clothes on her chest. In the charming ravine, a light seal flowed and was imprinted on her jade-white skin.

"What is this?"

The nine-headed lion looked over and made a puzzled sound.

"This is the seal that my son left in my body, which allows me to have one-third of his power."

Axue's eyes were shining, and there was a look of admiration.

When the first ladder of the Situ family was mentioned, the nine-headed lion's pupils shrank.

This person's status in the Situ family was almost the same as Long Aotian's status in the Long family.

And his power was unparalleled, just because Situ Aotian had a heaven-defying physique, that is, the Heaven Tyrant Body!

Coupled with the Situ family's immortal forces' efforts to cultivate, it is conceivable how terrifying his strength would be.

"Three-thirds of power? Is your son a little too underestimated by our genius of various races?"

The nine-headed lion was dissatisfied.

He admitted that Situ Aotian was an invincible figure, but it was a bit too whimsical to want to get a share of the Supreme Secret Treasure with only three-thirds of power.

Ming Qingyang was the same. With his status and position, he could not be compared with core figures like Long Aotian and Situ Aotian.

But he was also the son of the Wanlongchao Minglong lineage. It would be fine if you didn't come in person.

He actually wanted to share the Supreme Secret Treasure with him by passing on the power of 30% of his followers.

This was not only looking down on people, but also a kind of contempt for him.

However, facing the doubt, Axue chuckled.

The next second, the spiritual seal on the chest glowed brightly, and an unparalleled and domineering wave bloomed, causing the entire Qionglou to tremble.

Under this breath, the nine-headed lion was shocked.

Because he felt that the feathered people in front of him had the same power as him at this time.

"It should be okay this time."

Axue's beautiful eyes swept over the two people, with a hint of contempt in her eyes.

Only 30% of the power was enough to match the two people in front of him.

Not to mention Situ Aotian, who could also bring his consciousness to her body at a critical moment.

Controlled by Situ Aotian himself, these three powers will definitely be able to exert a stronger force.

It was easy for the two of them to suppress him.

"That's possible, but the young master of the Long family is unfathomable. What he showed before might not be his full strength. I hope our alliance will not harbor ulterior motives."

Ming Qingyang's expression of shock subsided. He had actually realized that there was still a certain gap between him and the real top genius.

Not to mention others, just the dragon sons of the other three veins of their Wanlong Nest.

Any one of them had more ancient emperor dragon blood than he had refined, and the great divine power of the real dragon awakened was naturally beyond his imagination.

"Haha, that's natural."

Axue smiled like a flower, but there was a gleam in her eyes.

Divide the secret treasure equally?

Not possible.

Once they joined forces to suppress Long Aotian, she would summon Situ Aotian's consciousness as soon as possible.

Wouldn't it be more fragrant to swallow the supreme secret treasure alone?

Just as the ancient races united, Long Baizhan was also secretly calculating in his own courtyard.

With his current strength, if he fights Long Aotian head-on, he will probably lose in vain.

If he wants to gain something in the secret treasure, he can only take advantage of it.

"With Long Aotian's temperament, he will definitely become everyone's enemy if he enters the secret treasure, especially those ancient races, who will definitely try their best to suppress him."

"As long as I take this opportunity to enter the depths of the secret treasure, the Red Lotus Sin Flame of the Supreme Burning Sky will definitely be in my pocket."

Long Baizhan thought for a while and decided to avoid the edge for the time being.

He is very rational. Instead of being suppressed, he would rather give up the gains of this trip.

He only asks for his Tao heart to be stable, and there may be a chance to turn the tables in the future.

If he falls into the situation of Ji Shiba or the Golden Winged Little Peng King, he will definitely have no face to continue living in this world.

On the other hand, Long Aotian is indifferent to everything.

Soak in the clear sand spring and empty your emotions.

With Long Shiluo's top-notch skills, every time, the soft and boneless little hands can bring extreme enjoyment to Long Aotian.

"Young Master, you have swept away the ancient hundreds of clans today. I'm afraid you will be targeted in the next trip to the secret treasure."

Long Shiluo opened her red lips while massaging.

"It's okay. Those guys are a pile of shit when they gather together and fly all over the sky when they disperse. There is nothing to be afraid of."

Long Aotian closed his eyes tightly, and his skin was as smooth and warm as jade.

Even if he didn't use his magic power, there would be a faint light flashing, like the body of a god, sacred and extraordinary.

This strange metaphor made Long Shiluo stunned.

But soon, she smiled.

This is her master, who has the domineering power to sweep away all enemies.

Her eyes slightly looked down, and the bulge under the bath towel made her pretty face blush, and she couldn't help but admire in her heart.

"Young Master is indeed not inferior to others in any aspect."