Chapter 770

Above the nine heavens, the figure of an old man in a python robe appeared.

His expression was quite ugly.

"Xueying Laozu!"

Seeing the old man appear, shock appeared in Prince Tianxuan's eyes.

That was one of the Dao Lords of the Divine Void Immortal Dynasty, an ancestor of his lineage, who had even been a Human Emperor for one lifetime; after reincarnation, he became a Dao Lord again, holding a very high status in the Divine Void Immortal Dynasty.

Such a figure.

Was actually forced to appear by a Fufeng Zhenjun like Zhu Yuanlong.

Dao Lord Ganxin narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly: "You old undying thing."

The Chaotic Demon Plains were right to the north of the Divine Void Immortal Dynasty; if there hadn't been a Dao Lord-level existence sitting in town, it would have been destroyed long ago.

Zhu Yuanlong did indeed amaze him.

But being able to force him to this point was more due to the schemes of the Dao Lord behind Mount Funiu.

"Does an ant dare to shake a tree?"

Dao Lord Ganxin scolded angrily.

Zhu Yuanlong's means were not bad, but the difference between a Dao Lord and a Fufeng Zhenjun was like heaven and earth; the final outcome would not change in the slightest.

He wanted to make this ant pay the price.

Subsequently, he pressed his large hand downward, and infinite luck gathered in his hand, transforming into hundreds of divine dragons, pressing down toward Zhu Yuanlong, who was wrapped in the Juxiang Seizing Heaven Array.

【Gathering Dragon Land】!

He had even used only a trace of Dao Fruit power, yet he had taken most of the dragon energy of the Divine Void Immortal Dynasty.

Such immortal might was far beyond what ordinary people could resist.

Boom—

As soon as the divine dragons collided with the Juxiang Seizing Heaven Array, the light screen shattered like glass, falling in pieces.

Zhu Yuanlong could be called a half-step Dao Lord.

But compared to a true Dao Lord, it was still like heaven and earth.

Being able to force a Dao Lord to this point was already enough to be proud of.

Without joy or sorrow.

Zhu Yuanlong did not speak, only ascending toward the sky.

On the other end.

Fufeng Zhenjun Black Wind was taking several seeds of Mount Funiu and heading south.

Just a moment ago.

Zhu Yuanlong had informed him of the direction via divine sense.

Besieged by the seven great Immortal Sects and without a Dao Lord sitting in town, Mount Funiu was destined to be lost.

Just as Xueying Laozu Zhu had said.

They must leave some legacy for the Juxiang lineage.

Since a Dao Lord had already struck, whether he, a Fufeng Zhenjun, was there or not was actually the same; he was not greedy for life, just not wanting the Juxiang Cult's legacy to be cut off here.

Of course.

Relying on these few people, it was already impossible to reproduce the glory of the Juxiang Cult back then; it was just a thought.

Suddenly—

A figure appeared before Fufeng Zhenjun Black Wind.

It was Li Tai.

Fufeng Zhenjun Black Wind looked at his subordinate and snorted coldly: "Where are the people?"

He still remembered.

Li Tai had gone to find Lu Yang, but now Li Tai had found him, yet Lu Yang was nowhere to be seen, which ignited a nameless fire in him.

"Hehehe."

Li Tai lowered his head, letting out a silly laugh.

Seeing this scene, Fufeng Zhenjun Black Wind frowned slightly; he could naturally see that Li Tai's current state was problematic.

However, this was a critical moment.

Zhu Yuanlong could not block Dao Lord Ganxin for too long; he had to leave the Divine Void Province as soon as possible.

He did not delve deeper.

Fufeng Zhenjun Black Wind took a step forward directly.

But immediately, his expression changed slightly.

Don't look at that step as ordinary, but in fact, he had already used the power of his Dao Seed; Li Tai was only in the mid-stage of the Spirit Division Realm, and this invisible strike should have been enough to crush Li Tai directly, but to his surprise, Li Tai had no reaction at all.

There were even faint signs of a counter-restraint.

"Something's wrong."

Fufeng Zhenjun Black Wind frowned, then let out a violent shout: "Retreat!"

But before his voice had even fallen.

He saw Li Tai's figure changing rapidly; in an instant, where was there any Li Tai? Replacing him was a spirited old man, looking at him with a half-smile.

Fufeng Zhenjun Black Wind's scalp went numb:

"Dao Lord Shuangquan?!"