Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors Chapter 253

On this day, Pingjiang City shook.

It was not yet dawn, the gongs and drums were loud, the incense and candles were in full bloom, the curling blue smoke rose dozens of feet high, and the bells rang out for ten miles.

Such a movement made everyone suddenly realize.

The Dragon King Festival has begun!

"Why is it earlier this year? Isn't there a few days left?"

"Don't say it, last night there was a change in the Longjiang River, and the river tide came, so the Dragon King Festival will naturally be held in advance."

"Isn't this a mess? I heard that the black market has already opened. I hope who can win the Dragon King Festival this time and enter the Dragon Palace."

For a while, the street talk was all about the Dragon King Festival.

Longmen, Hongmen, Yuanmen, Lin's family, as well as Jiuding Chamber of Commerce, Yuyao Division, Nanxufang Black Market... All the forces of Pingjiang City, large and small, flocked to Nielongjiang.

Many hidden masters finally couldn't sit still.

Catching the tide on the Nielong River is the highlight of the Dragon King Festival.

Whoever can stand still in the raging tide can stand out, get the favor of the Dragon King, and enter the lost ancient temple.

According to legend, that ancient temple is the only entrance to the Dragon Palace.

Burning incense to worship, see Dragon King.

On that day, Pingjiang City was very lively, and it was more noisy than the annual festival.

Thirty miles away, the Chaliao next to the official road.

Many merchants rest here.

In the corner, there were two people sitting, one of them was a black-faced strong man, with a full beard and a whole body of tendon, like a black bear.

As for the other, it was a young man with red lips and white teeth, cold eyes, smart and delicate.

"It's ironic that these humans are flocking to the Dragon King Festival." The black-faced strong man couldn't help sneering when he looked at the merchants who came and went.

"There are too many top characters among human beings. They are incessant and prosperous from generation to generation. What can you do?" The young boy glanced at him and said lightly.

"In that case, what are we doing here?" The black-faced brawny looked unhappy.

Their identities are really too sensitive, and if they are discovered by experts among human beings, it will definitely cause a lot of fluctuations.

"Dragon King Festival, sacrifice to the Dragon King, in the wind and clouds, there will be dragons and tigers, and humans are afraid that some amazing little guys will be born again..."

The immature young man murmured softly, a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

"What does that have to do with us? Could it be that you are going to take action and strangle these small pieces in the cradle?" The black-faced strong man asked in surprise.

"Nonsense!" The immature young man glared fiercely, and said solemnly, "Do you want to start a war? How dare you say such nonsense?"

"Then why did you come all the way to join in the fun? The one from Huoyun Cave has sent someone to invite us twice." The black-faced strong man asked in surprise.

The immature young man was silent for a while, before he said, "I have an enemy, right in Pingjiang City, this Dragon King Festival, he will surely have his doom..."

Speaking of which, the immature young man rubbed his chest, stood up, and said lightly, "I'm here to repay his favor."

The voice fell, and the young boy turned around and left, walking away,

"Humanity?" The black-faced strong man was startled, and hurriedly chased after him: "Chimu, wait a minute..."

"Idiot, my name is Bliss now!"

"Okay, Akame, who do you owe?"

"A human kid!"

"What? Chimu, do you owe a kid a favor?"

On the banks of the Nielong River, silhouettes move, and they have long been surrounded by water.

The turbulent frenzy is like an upside-down cloud, the turbid waves are emptied and connected to the sky, one wave after another.

The terrifying whistling sound was like thunder hitting a drum, shaking the eardrums.

Even though Yu Yaosi had already arranged manpower and kept all the onlookers at a distance of a hundred meters from Jiang Chao's defeat, some people still felt frightened and frightened.

The whimpering and roaring river seemed to be boiled, and the terrifying whirlpool was hidden in the turbulent waves.

On the high platform in the distance, incense was lingering, and the tablet of the Dragon King was raised.

The ritual officials were mourning and chanting, and the ritual and music officials played the guqin bells...

Shang Tianhe led a group of masters from the Yuyao Division to sit on the high platform, looking down.

Next to it, the Sanmen family has already set up a high platform, and the positions they occupy just show the status of the four major families in Pingjiang City.

Every year, these seats are the best seats to watch the ceremonies and watch the tide. Before the Dragon King Festival begins, the Yu Yaosi will demarcate the area and open it for auction.

There is no doubt that the best four regions will eventually fall into the hands of the Sanmen family, and the name of the four aristocratic families is also derived from this.

"Look, that's Hong Tongling, the mistress of the Hong family. She is indeed graceful and charming."

Everyone exclaimed and looked at the stand where Hongmen was.

There was a beautiful woman standing there, with a graceful figure and cold almond eyes, revealing a seductive charm.

Hong Tongling is the most mistress of the Hong family, and she is only thirty years old.

Her parents died early, and there is only one uncle, who entered the Shenxiao Gate in his early years to learn the Taoist method and has extremely powerful supernatural powers.

Relying on this relationship, Hong Tongling provoked the leadership of the Hong family very early. She worked hard for many years and was single all the time.

Because of this, the Hongmen's voice in Pingjiang City is very high, and many forces are willing to give it face.

There is no other reason, just because there is a so-called "the first soft rice in Pingjiang City" in the Hongmen.

For Hong Tongling's bowl of soft rice that is fragrant, smooth, and hydrated, everyone wants to eat it.

This is not a soft meal for thirty or forty years of hard work.

You must know that the Hongmen is one of the four great families in Pingjiang City. Whoever can eat this meal is equivalent to becoming a big boss in Pingjiang City. It is unimaginable.

Therefore, over the years, Hongmen has recruited many experts.

Many young talents are willing to worship Hongmen, because many people who have come here, even the elders in the family have sighed that "you only know your body is disabled when you are old, and you shed tears in your arms". If you want to eat this bowl of rice, you have to take advantage of your physical strength. Strong, no need to take medicine.

"Do you want to be so exaggerated? Don't you just look good, do you have money at home?" Seeing such a high voice, some people expressed disdain.

"Young man, still too young!" Beside him, a middle-aged man with white temples shook his head and sighed.

He looked at the high platform of Hongmen, his hot eyes flashed with crystal tears.

"Young people don't know the fragrant taste of soft rice, so they planted the youth in rice by mistake. If they could turn back, the three generations would not have to worry about it..."

The middle-aged man murmured softly, leaving two lines of tears of remorse.

"That girl from the Hong family!?"

Yuan Qiuyi saw the popularity of Hongmen in his eyes, but his face was disdainful.

This Dragon King Festival is the best time for their Yuanmen to rise.

He wanted to suppress all the other three great families in one fell swoop.

"Shen Mosi... You want to use Yuanmen, but you don't know that I'm just using your power." Yuan Qiuyi sneered in his heart.

After Yuan Shaoqing's death, the mysterious master of the Magic Suppression Division went to Yuanmen.

These days, Yuan Qiuyi has been nothing but a dummy and a coward, taking advantage of each other.

The Dragon King Sacrifice is his real goal. Once Yuanmen shines brightly, the people from the Demon Suppression Division will no longer be of any use value.

"Hehe, just wait." Yuan Qiuyi smiled secretly.

At this moment, Shang Tianhe looked at the evil Longjiang that the river waves were piling up, but he didn't see anyone taking action.

He shifted his eyes slightly and looked at the high platform where the Dragon Gate was located.

The old man of Longmen, the old god, was there, his face did not show any anger, and he watched Jiang Chao leisurely.

Apart from Shang Tianhe, the Supreme Emperor of Longmen is the only nine-transformation master in Pingjiang City. His status is high enough to be on an equal footing with Shang Tianhe.

The reason why Longmen was able to sit firmly in the No. 1 position in Pingjiang City was because of this old guy.

"Tsk tsk, this Dragon King Festival is much more lively than in previous years." The old man from Longmen said with a slight smile.

Long Qianxun's heart moved, and he glanced around.

As the head of the Dragon Gate, he attached great importance to this Dragon King Festival.

"Since there is no one to take action, I'll come first!"

Right at this moment, a loud shout started, and the galloping waves covered the river waves.

Immediately afterwards, a figure rushed out from the high platform of Yu Yaosi.

Everyone followed the prestige, and when they saw the person who came, they couldn't help but awe.

At this moment, Li Shantao made his move.

The commander of the Imperial Demon Division, Li Shantao.

For him, this year was a year of fortunes.

Especially in the past four months, his life has undergone tremendous changes.

From [Jing Yao Shovel] to [Pingjiang Shovel], Li Shantao himself did not know when it started, his sturdy life began to become more and more unpleasant, and looking back, he had already deviated from the original direction.

"If I make a move, there will be no demons..."

Once upon a time, this rhetoric had a deadly deterrent effect on the monsters in Pingjiang City. Once the word was spoken, even the demon slayer in the Yuyao Division would feel incomparably at ease.

But now, the former [Jing Yao Shovel] seems to be trapped in a strange circle like a curse, his abdomen seems to have not completely healed, and those hideous scars are like a split mouth, mercilessly mocking Li Shantao's partiality moving life.

"I want to make a name for myself!"

Li Shantao clenched his fists tightly, and there seemed to be a heart-piercing voice shouting in his heart.

He was full of confidence and full of expectations.

On this grand day of the city's carnival, in front of everyone, Li Shantao wanted to declare to the world that he was still the domineering, invincible and admired [Jing Yao Shovel].

He must have a place in the future of Pingjiang City.

"Look at it~www.mtlnovel.com~ Look at it all!"

Li Shantao burst into arrogance, he stepped out one step and jumped into the rolling river.

rumbling...

Nie Longjiang, waves beat waves, each wave is stronger than the other.

The turbulent river tide was ten feet long, and it suddenly lifted up, as if a huge palm slapped the mighty mountain waves.

"Break it for me!"

Li Shantao was walking on the waves, he let out a startled roar, shaking the water waves, and his vigorous blood rose into the sky, like a real fire hunting, resisting the sweeping river tide.

The power of the rivers cannot be resisted by human beings.

However, the way of practice is to cultivate the power of truth in the false body of nothingness. This power is cultivated to the extreme, which can move mountains and fill the sea, and is omnipotent.

rumbling...

Li Shantao's blood energy was like a ball of fire, collided with the river tide, the water energy rose, his figure flickered, and he just rushed out of the huge waves, standing in the river without falling.

"Okay, as expected of a master of the Yuyao Division!"

Immediately, on the river bank, there was a burst of applause.

Inside the Yuyao Si was even more excited.

The old [Jing Yao Shovel] came back.

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