Traveling through time 10,000 years late, I was forced to become a powerful person

The old man's voice is still old, but it no longer has the feeling of weakness that could decay at any moment.

His voice continued to reverberate in the hall, as if it could resonate with the entire hall. The huge Dragon Lord statue seemed to be awakening from a deep sleep at this moment, releasing its pressure to the outside world without reservation.

The Maine Coon cat looked angry, and its tiger-like body manifested its true form, but even so, it could not withstand the powerful pressure and was forced to the ground.

The little white snow on the Maine Coon cat didn't seem to feel anything, but when he saw the appearance of the Maine Coon cat, he was stunned for a moment, then rolled off the Maine Coon cat and stuck out his tongue pretending to be very uncomfortable. He fell to the ground.

In the main hall, only Shen Yuan and the old man remained standing.

Shen Yuan looked at the old man in front of him with calm eyes. The fake Yuan Shen in the spiritual platform controlled the magical power of earthly evil swordsmanship. The Yuan Shen's sword control method used gods as swords to cut off all the pressure falling on him.

As the Earthly Evil Swordsmanship enters the first level, Shen Yuan can completely ignore it as long as he cannot break through the Earthly Evil Swordsmanship through ordinary coercion, spiritual attacks and other means.

Who are you?

Shen Yuan asked the old man his doubts.

Shen Yuan's calm demeanor completely exceeded the old man's expectations. After pondering for a moment, the old man said with deep eyes:

I am Yu Changliu, the village chief of Yunmeng Village, and also the temple blessing of the Yunmeng Longjun Temple.

I see that your strength is extraordinary, and it must be no easy task to reach such a state of cultivation.

At present, the spiritual energy tide has just returned. With your talent, you are expected to reach the road. It is not a wise move to take risks.

Shen Yuan frowned slightly: What do you mean?

Shen Yuan's response made Yu Changliu's face become even more gloomy, and his rickety body gained a bit of fierce aura.

Since your Excellency can bring the demon clan to my Yunmeng Village, why do you pretend to be confused because you understand?

The matter of the Dragon Lord is the responsibility of the Shui Tribe, and neither the Human Tribe nor the Monster Tribe has the right to interfere!

Shen Yuan was even more confused by these words. It was obvious that the head of Yunmeng Village in front of him had misunderstood something.

I came to Yunmeng Village just to see the legendary Dragon Lord Temple and explore the history of Yunmeng Daze. I have no intention of interfering with Dragon Lord's affairs.

Yu Changliu was furious when he heard this.

You are able to tell such a lie that even a three-year-old would not believe. It seems that you must have something to rely on.

In this case, there is nothing to explain!

As he finished speaking, the fine scales on Yu Changliu's forehead began to spread rapidly, his palms began to grow sharp claws, and the bones on his back detached to form a slender tail.

Most of the original human appearance faded away, replaced by a half-human, half-dragon-like monster.

The aura on his body suddenly rose from an old ordinary person to the peak of the Qi Transformation Realm.

Under the pressure of this dragon king statue, even the Maine Coon cat, who is also in the Qi Transformation realm and possesses magical powers with a bronze head and iron arms, will not be its opponent.

A gust of breeze blew by, and Yu Changliu disappeared under the statue of Dragon Lord in an instant. The half-human, half-dragon body seemed to blend into the wind and rushed towards Shen Yuan at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

The sharp claws fell with angry killing intent, and a bloody light suddenly appeared while the demonic power was flowing.

Qiang!

The bloody light suddenly stopped, and amid the sound of metal collision, an ancient bronze sword covered with rust blocked Yu Changliu's sharp claws.

The imperial commander easily blocked the blow with the Huiming Sword. Looking at Yu Changliu who was so close in front of him, Shen Yuan looked as usual and said:

I think there may be a misunderstanding about this matter.

Yu Changliu completely ignored Shen Yuan's words, and the other sharp claw fell again with a roar that ripped through the wind, and went straight towards Shen Yuan's vitals.

Shen Yuan finally frowned slightly.

The clay figurine is quite angry. Your Excellency is taking yourself too seriously.

The next moment, a flash of white light appeared, and the Huiming Sword disappeared from Yu Changliu's sight.

Great fear suddenly emerged from Yu Changliu's heart. The sharp claws that were heading straight for Shen Yuan's vitals fell off his wrist without any warning, and not even blood could flow out of the smooth cut surface.

Before Yu Changliu even realized what was happening in front of him, a white light suddenly appeared in front of him, and the rusty scabbard seemed to turn into a supremely sharp sword, piercing his neck easily. Scale armor.

All spells, magical powers, and talents have no room to be used under that extremely fast sword.

Yu Changliu could even feel that there was no mana fluctuation on the flying sword. All it possessed was unimaginable speed and indestructible sharpness.

However, this is enough for a flying sword.

The strong half-dragon body was thrown from the air, smashing the table full of offerings. The Huiming Sword pierced his chest and nailed him to death under the statue of the Dragon King.

Blood spurted out from Yu Changliu's mouth, and his severed claws fell to the ground feebly.

Everything happened so fast, it seemed like an illusory dream to Yu Changliu.

At this moment, Yu Changliu suddenly realized that Shen Yuan, with such strength, could not be that loach's subordinate.

Is he really here to visit Longjun Temple?

However, the severe pain in his body had made him unable to think, and the body pierced by this ancient bronze sword could not recover at all.

Yu Changliu was severely injured with one sword, but there was no wave on Shen Yuan's face.

Although he is inferior to Yu Changliu in terms of realm, he has already begun to see the potential of Disha swordsmanship.

It would be strange if the earth evil magical power, which should be practiced only in the spirit transformation realm, could not seriously injure a gas transformation realm half-demon.

Shen Yuan was about to ask in detail what Yu Changliu had said before, but the fake soul in the spiritual platform suddenly trembled, and an indescribable sense of oppression swept through his body instantly.

With a thought, the Huiming Sword turned into a stream of light and flew back to Shen Yuan's hand.

Shen Yuan raised the Huiming Sword with his right hand, and pointed the sword's edge at the huge statue of the Dragon Lord. The crisp sword chant seemed to pierce the heaven and earth.

In the Dragon Lord's Palace, the candles above each candle automatically extinguished themselves without any wind, and then went out quietly.

In the night sky outside, the cold moonlight fell towards Yunmeng Village, and the emperor's fluid hidden in the moonlight poured towards Longjun Temple like a tide.

When a ray of moonlight shines into the dark main hall, the surrounding scene changes quietly.

The narrow Longjun Temple turned into a magnificent palace, and military commanders with ferocious faces holding spiritual treasures manifested themselves into a hundred-foot-long true form to guard the hall.

In the middle of the main hall, various water gods hold solemn treasures holding the divine seals, and the incense domain spreads out around them.

The ground trembled, and when the sight was turned, one could see a giant turtle carrying the palace slowly forward. This magnificent palace was actually built on the back of a giant turtle.

The center of all these scenes is the Dragon King with the head of a dragon on the throne in the center of the palace.

The black gold attire and azure eyes are almost exactly the same as the statue Shen Yuan saw in Longjun Temple.

He is the master of the water system who controls Yunmeng Daze, the Yunmeng Longjun who ranks higher than Sidu.

The Dragon Lord on the throne opened and closed his mouth, looking down at the ant-like sinking abyss below, and his majestic voice echoed throughout the water.

You know that you hurt my dragon palace guard. No, who are you?

There should be another chapter after twelve o'clock