Starting with Hundred of Millions of Guardian Spirits

"Xia Yan is the leader of the White Tiger clan..."

The numerous holy realm powerhouses were all taken aback.

Xia Yan turned out to be the leader of the Baihu clan. If this was not said from Bai Song, no one would dare to believe it.

But Bai Song didn't look like a fake, he was frightened, as if facing no longer a saint, but the supremacy of the white tiger clan who was in charge of their life and death, such an appearance was absolutely impossible to pretend.

Besides, why should a demon saint be like this? Is there any reason to pretend to be such a humble appearance?

The old Taoist priest beside Xia Yan squinted slightly, and a flash of light flashed deep in his eyes.

Obviously, the old Taoist also realized that he still underestimated the young people around him.

Although he is not old, he is a new saint at first glance, but sometimes, age does not mean everything.

The young people around him have many secrets in his body.

The old Taoist suddenly became more polite, and he slightly bowed his hand to Xia Yan, and said with a kind smile: "Friends of Daoist, I forgot to introduce myself earlier, the poor Dao is Lingyunzi of the sixth realm of Luotian Lingxiao Palace."

"Xia Yan." Xia Yan replied with a smile.

This is what Xia Yan is. If others treat him with kindness and hats, then he will also respond with kindness. If he encounters someone who doesn't know what is good or bad, why bother with him? Xia Yan was not the parents who gave birth to him.

"The Qilinzi of the Three Sacred Mountains has seen fellow Taoists." Then, another young man with a red hair and loose hair bowed his hand to Xia Yan and expressed his kindness.

That person is not a human race. Although it has changed to the human race appearance, it is also because of the habit developed by the great monsters in the ancient times. It is not the contradictory rhetoric of later myths and legends. Who is the most suitable body shape for cultivation in the world? .

In that ancient time, there were very few strong people in the human race. Before the human king Fuxi, the human race was still living a precarious life.

If it is the most suitable physique for cultivation, how can Human Race be so miserable?

In fact, big monsters like to transform into human form for a simple reason.

Because the human race is weak, and being transformed into a human form can largely conceal the appearance of one's own body. In this way, innately, it can play a good deceptive effect when encountering an enemy at some point.

The ancients are dangerous and dangerous, and disguise has become a course that all beings must learn.

This kind of gene engraved in the bones made the demons of later generations also subconsciously change their appearance.

And the Qilinzi of the Three Sacred Mountains is definitely not a human race, the aura exuding from him is a monster.

This is a big monster!

And Xia Yan also inferred some of his origins from his name.

Qilinzi.

This is a unicorn...

Xia Yan's eyes flickered slightly.

Qilin, no less than a race of ancient true dragons, extremely powerful!

He certainly knows a long-standing legend. According to legend, at the beginning of the world, the unicorn and the real dragon were fighting, and the world was disturbed. Later, the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who was born in the middle of the wild, unified the ancients and controlled all the clans as monsters. , The era of setting up heaven and creating rules.

Before the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Huanggu had no demon clan, and there was no demon title.

That period was the most turbulent period.

And the Qilin and True Dragon, which can rise at that time and far ahead of the other races, show the power of these two races.

"Hey, Master, this is a unicorn?! It seems to be a pure-blood unicorn, but it is much better than those of the former immortals who grab a few miscellaneous goods and claim that their mount is a unicorn!" Little Nezha's voice suddenly sounded.

I can still hear some swallowing sounds...

The monkey was also a little excited: "I just don't know if this pure-blooded unicorn is delicious."

The Bull Devil wiped the Harazi on his lips and said, "It should be good. My old cow had a mount named Qing Qilin. Of course, he only had one ten thousand blood of the Qilin clan, but the taste was still savage. Not bad."

"Huh?! Big brother, your green unicorn was eaten by you?"

"If you die, you can only eat it."

"Ok……"

A group of guardian spirits who have eaten a lot of good things with Xia Yan, even Kunpeng, and even the Master Tongtian have not let go, unknowingly, have developed an extremely ‘good’ habit.

Even the guardian spirits didn't notice, they were now talking about whether a unicorn was good or not.

Can unicorns be eaten casually? Really, people are ordinary crayfish and shrimp rice?

Do not! This is a demon saint!

However, Xia Yan's guardian spirits had completely regarded eating demon saints as a normal thing, and it couldn't be more normal.

In their consciousness, all this seemed so reasonable and unobtrusive.

Of course, Qilinzi definitely didn't know what Xia Yan's guardian spirits were chatting about, otherwise, I'm afraid that he would turn his head and leave on the spot.

"An ancient true dragon, Long Tian has seen fellow Daoists." The boy who had moved past Bai Song and had two small dragon horns for the first time arched his hands towards Xia Yan.

"Huh? Long Tian?"

"Do you have a relative named Long Aotian?" Xia Yan's expression suddenly became a little weird, and he subconsciously replied.

Long Tian was taken aback, and he thought about it very seriously, then frowned, and said, "Maybe, maybe there is."

The corners of Xia Yan's mouth moved.

"Damn!"

"An ancient real dragon!"

"It must be delicious!"

"Yes, yes! Brother, can you still remember when our seven great saints worshiped?"

"Well, that is naturally unforgettable. At the beginning, we seven monsters called ourselves saints, so we are a happy and comfortable one. At that banquet, we put out a black dragon feast."

"That taste, to this day, is still memorable."

"Yes, yes, my grandson can't forget the delicacy. I think I only ate a black dragon at the beginning, but now there is an ancient real dragon in front of my eyes. If this is served on the table, I have a taste. I can't wait to think about it!"

"Huahua thinks Longlong is so cute, why do you want to eat Longlong?" Huahua's little grievances sounded.

"Flowers, dragons are actually used to eat."

"Huh? Is that true?"

"Ok."

"Then, is that delicious?"

"It's delicious, it's delicious!"

"Hmm... Huahua wants to eat..."

If Long Tian knows what Xia Yan's guardian spirits are talking about, I am afraid that it will be scared on the spot.

This is so special, it's a group of foodies.

Even Xia Yan's complexion became a little weird, and he looked at Long Tian carefully.

To tell the truth, this Long Tian has become a majestic five-clawed golden dragon in Xia Yan's eyes.

But this golden dragon is not smiling proudly in the clouds, but trembling on the chopping board...

Long Tian suddenly felt uncomfortable for a while, always feeling that Xia Yan's eyes were so subtle.