The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

Chapter 447 Something is wrong

Nightingale had never seen the young master of the Tang family like this, he was as cold as ice.

He looked at the person who seemed to have lost a treasure, his eyes full of anxiety and coldness.

The reason was that their little prince was missing, and she even felt that the young master of the Tang family was more anxious than her.

That kind of shock was as terrifying as a mountain collapsing.

She even felt a little afraid.

"Navigation, Wolong's bedroom."

Tang Yixuan's voice scared Youyou so much that she didn't say a word.

Navigation has begun.

The structure and architecture of the imperial palace are extremely complex, regardless of time and space.

Tang Yixien hurried through several corridors and palace gardens, thinking silently in his heart.

Nothing will happen to them, right?

Did you go out? Why didn’t you tell him?

It's not like a three-person style.

Were we ambushed?

How strong is the opponent? Can they defeat him with their skills?

Tang Yixien thought about the worst-case scenario in his mind, and finally scared himself so much that he walked faster and faster.

Nightingale followed him and saw that it was someone who was more familiar with the palace than she was.

Even took a shortcut through the garden.

At the base of the four walls of the underground palace are large turtles with torch-like fireworks burning on their shells.

The underground palace was illuminated like the dusk outside.

Sheng Qingye had a playful smile on his lips. He realized that the man in front of him who looked like the Demon King cared a lot about the crown on his head.

He deliberately attacked the crown, and the other party dodged it.

The chains flashed with a cold white light, pressing closer and closer towards the person in front of them. At this time, Xuan Yuran and Jin Xiaoxiao also attacked together.

After a while, the smile on Sheng Qingye's lips gradually disappeared. He found that no matter how he attacked, Xuan Xiaochen's face always had an expression of ease, without any panic.

His crown was not crooked.

There were strands of red lines lingering around his body. These red lines were dense and long, as soft as silk, yet extremely sharp.

"Don't let his dragon whiskers get close to you. I don't know what's wrong with him."

Xuan Yuran held the talisman in his hand and whispered a reminder. In an instant, golden light burst out, and the dragon whiskers and talisman paper shot out golden light in the air.

Originally, Sheng Qingye's chains had an advantage, but among the ubiquitous red beards, they were evenly matched.

Sheng Qingye had plenty of practical experience, and he clearly felt that this person was not easy to deal with.

The person in front of me always had a vague and sinister look on his face.

It makes people feel that they have been plotted against by him hundreds of times.

He had to fight quickly and decisively, but at the same time, he couldn't lose his composure.

The most taboo in this kind of confrontation is losing patience.

At this moment, Sheng Qingye was not paying attention and a beard as sharp as a needle pierced his chest.

Sheng Qingye only felt a piercing pain. He didn't expect that such a thin beard could hurt so much.

"Senior brother."

Xuan Yuran instantly appeared in front of Sheng Qingye, while Jin Xiaoxiao used the handle of the fan like a knife to cut off the beard.

Jin Xiaoxiao was worried that it might be poisonous, but then she felt that she was worrying too much.

Sure enough, Sheng Qingye was still full of energy.

Xuan Xiaochen's expression, which looked like he was asking for a beating, was crossed with doubt.

At this moment, Jin Xiaoxiao was certain that the beard was indeed poisonous.

Sheng Qingye just felt a stinging pain, and although he was bleeding, it was not worth mentioning to him.

"Are those crazy demons because of your beards?" Jin Xiaoxiao raised her spiritual fan, and the sharp wind like a blade cut off the attacking red beards.

But the beard grew out again as if it had life.

"The world is in chaos, it's interesting. You guessed right, but there is no reward." Xuan Xiaochen is old enough to be their elder, and he speaks like an elder.

"They are your fellow tribesmen!" Xuan Yuran gritted his teeth, anger in his eyes.

Speaking of his own kind, Xuan Xiaochen's calm demeanor vanished in an instant, as if someone had stepped on his tail. His expression turned a bit ferocious, and he sneered:

"Fellow tribesmen?! Those who suppressed me are the so-called fellow tribesmen! Nephew Phoenix, you know best, don't you? The one who sealed me is the fellow tribesmen!"

Xuan Xiaochen raised his chin with a sneer, but his eyes darkened in an instant.

The evil energy, like a black mist, gradually spread around.

"You chose to become a demon yourself, no one forced you." Xuan Yuran's eyes were bright as he stood in front of his two brothers.

"You look so much like your naive mother, that silly woman." Xuan Xiaochen sneered.

This sentence angered Xuan Yuran.

"Xuan Yu Ran." Jin Xiaoxiao did not stop him. Xuan Yu Ran had already rushed over, and pieces of talisman paper with blazing white flames flew out of his hands.

Xuan Xiaochen had a smirk on his face. How could his nephew possibly beat him?

Seeing this, Jin Xiaoxiao tightened her grip on the Lingxi fan and jumped after him, followed by Sheng Qingye.

Xuan Xiaochen's expression became increasingly cold, and the next moment, he instantly transformed into a dragon.

A giant red dragon.

The giant dragon circled in the air, shocking the three people, especially Xuan Yuran.

He only felt a force pressing down on him, which was the suppressive force of the bloodline itself.

From the bloodline of the demon clan.

"Jin Xiaoxiao supported Xuan Yuran, whose face was pale at the moment.

"I'm fine." Xuan Yuran said.

A giant dragon hovered, its blood-red eyes staring at the three of them.

Xuan Yuran was thinking about transforming into the essence of a phoenix, but he felt that the demon pill in his body was stagnant and the smell of blood around him was too heavy.

This demon clan's bloodline suppression, does it have to be so straightforward?

Jin Xiaoxiao is a germaphobe and can't stand the sight of blood-red. The Lingxi fan swung like a wind blade, cutting through the air and heading towards Xuan Xiaochen.

The dragon's scales were scratched, and it cried out in pain, letting out a series of rumbling roars in the air.

Sheng Qingye seized the opportunity and instantly wrapped the dragon's tail with a chain.

But he twisted his body and escaped.

The dragon was originally crooked, so it was no match for Sheng Qingye's curved chain.

In addition, the dragon scales are so smooth that they are as hard to catch as loach.

"If I catch you, uncle dragon, can I stew you with radishes and eat you?" Sheng Qingye's deep brows slightly furrowed as he held the chain tightly.

"Count me in for the stewed cabbage." Xuan Yuran sat on the ground, broke through the blood suppression, opened his eyes slightly and said.

Jin Xiaoxiao felt a little depressed. He had just noticed that the demonic energy here was getting heavier.

Moreover, he just flew out the Lingxi fan and hit the roof of the underground palace, but it was completely unbreakable.

This place seems to be used to imprison the dragon in front of us, so it should be very sturdy.

It seems that it will be difficult for them to get out for the time being.

At this time, the red dragon's eyes gradually turned blood red, and its scales began to glow red as if bleeding, which was extremely creepy.

"Be careful, something is wrong?" Sheng Qingye frowned and shouted.

Sure enough, the next moment, the red dragon's beard suddenly grew in front of its nose as it exhaled.