Xin Zhuo stood among the thirty-six divine pillars, next to the remaining hundreds of martial arts masters. The moment the old dragon man on the altar steps above gave orders, he suddenly felt a majestic dragon power on his body.
The dragon is so powerful that it reaches the sky. No one dares to disobey!
This kind of power is invisible and colorless, but it spreads out layer by layer, making the air buzz with unpredictability.
Not only that, a vast sea of green clouds appeared behind him. In the sea of clouds, an ancient five-clawed yellow dragon body covered the sky and the sun. It was spinning and circling, vigorous and vigorous, and a pair of dragon eyes emitted blazing flames, which was very eye-catching. Got palpitations.
“Ouch…”
The expressions of the three hundred executioners of the Dragon Clan around him changed drastically, and they flew back in the air. Each of them manifested their true form. They were clearly three hundred blue dragons several hundred feet in size. They seemed to be frightened and puffed out clouds and mist.
On both sides of the altar steps, all kinds of dragon masters stood up one after another, exclaiming in surprise.
Even the old dragon clan man who gave the order also lost consciousness for an instant.
From birth to death, the Dragon Clan is reborn once a thousand years, transforming from young dragon, horned dragon, Qinglong, Yinglong, and Canglong. Most of the Dragon Clan will perish in the process of transformation, but they can Reaching Canglong is already at its peak state, and there is nothing left to lose.
Huanglong is not an ordinary dragon that can be transformed, but a royal family descended from the oldest ancestral dragon!
The Dragon Clan now has tens of thousands of members, but the Royal Clan only has eleven members, which is a pitifully small proportion.
How could Xin Zhuo not be surprised by his purest royal aura and royal dragon soul?
When... was there any royal family left behind?
The entire dragon lair was boiling for a while, and even the three vague figures and the nine sky-reaching dragons on the altar were agitated.
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At this moment, Xi Heying, Changshenggui, Prince Zhi, Changsheng Zhibei, Tailingzhao and others woke up next to them. The expressions on their faces were very calm, and they did not seem to show any signs of depression because they were about to be slaughtered. Xianxin looked at Xin Zhuo in surprise, also confused.
They didn't know why Xin Zhuo came a step late, but what was going on with his pure aura that was more dragon than dragon at this moment?
Taohun! ?
The sixth path soul?
In the last battle for dragon clan quota, Xin Zhuo’s name spread throughout the void world. I don’t know how many people have studied his Tao soul. After all, the five Tao souls are rare in ancient times, and his five Tao souls are unheard of. Something, I don’t know how he did it.
However, it is known that his Dao Soul is Chu, Bingfa, World Insect, Nine Secrets, and Immortal Forbidden Soul. When did another Dragon Soul appear?
Six Avenue Souls?
Tao soul is something like cutting out one's own way of cultivation and carving out one's own unique soul. It can fly to the sky and escape from the earth, travel across the universe, and see the world millions of miles a day.
However, the Dao soul is also a soul. You, Xin Zhuo, also have a dragon soul. It’s really hard to explain, right?
Could it be that Xin Zhuo is a dragon? I remember that he had a secret of the Dragon Clan back then.
"Ouch——"
At this time, the harsh dragon roar came, and a tall young man, dressed in brocade clothes and with two antlers on his forehead, flashed over, a pair of yellow sword eyebrows slightly raised. Picking up, his purple eyes looked at Xin Zhuo up and down, and he bowed his hands: "Prince Ao Elegy of the Dragon Clan, who are you?"
Is this Ao Elegy?
Xin Zhuo looked at this man carefully. He was equivalent to the Wuya Realm. He was very powerful. In terms of divine power, he was probably no less than himself. He felt something in his heart, and the power of the dragon on his body was even greater: "I am the direct descendant of Ao Moye, and he is wandering around. , nine reincarnations, now cultivating the human body, practicing in the human world!”
First of all, it’s just a matter of time. It is said that Ao Moxie is the seventh patriarch of the Dragon Clan and was adopted by Emperor Tongtian. This relationship is definitely enough. iron.
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The faces of Xi Heying, Tai Lingzhao, and Prince Zhi changed at first, and then they looked like they suddenly realized what was going on.
"This..."
All the dragons in all directions were instantly restless. Nao Elegy was stunned for a moment, his expression suddenly showed a hint of humility and restraint, his body trembled slightly, and he saluted respectfully: "Xiaolong has met Brother Wang! This matter... wait a moment."
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As if he didn't know what to say, he jumped up, landed on the dense stairs under the altar, and then climbed up the steps. He walked hurriedly, and when passing by the old dragon clan man who gave the order, he subconsciously said: "Ao Fa Sacrifice, what's the matter?" Okay?”
The old man shook his head in confusion.
Ao Elegy continues to go up. The higher up the altar steps, the more ornately dressed dragons on both sides become more powerful and older in appearance. The five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, earth and dragon breath clouds are spitting out endlessly.
When we arrived under the altar, both sides were filled with old dragon clan elders with extraordinary cultivation.
"Husband..."
Beside the altar, a beautiful woman with a graceful figure, wearing a nine-phoenix fairy robe, a high fairy bun, and surrounded by the aura of fairy spirits came up to her. Her pair of peach blossom eyes were filled with confusion: "Destroy these outstanding talents in the human world." It is a first-class matter to continue the longevity and cultivation of the younger generation of the Dragon Clan. Why stop? Who is that person? "
Ao Wan? Ge took a deep breath and lowered his voice: "Fairy Baihong, this person is the direct descendant of Patriarch Mo Xie. He may be the only royal family in the world today. In my lineage of the Dragon Clan, there has been no royal family or ancestor since Patriarch Mo Xie was killed by Emperor Hengwu. It’s just the birth of Ancestor Moye and Canglong.”
Ignoring Fairy Baihong, he kneeled in front of the altar.
Fairy Bai Hong looked at his back, her golden silk shawl swaying in the wind, and a hint of gloom on her pretty face. She is the daughter of the Great Immortal of Jiutian Mountain and Sea Fairy Court. She practices in Doumu Yuan Mountain and is going down the mountain this time. , the plan to mess up the world is one step after another. How could something go wrong here?
At this time, I could only hear Ao Elegy's trembling voice: "My mother, the high priest, this is Patriarch Moye who has returned!"
The three blurry figures that shocked the stars suddenly became puzzlingly calm at this moment. One of them, a gentle and old female voice, sighed faintly: "He lied to you!"
Ao Elegy raised his head, his yellow sword eyebrows furrowed. rise.
The woman's voice said: "This son's dragon soul refining Tao soul is acquired, not inherited by blood."
The shock and surprise on Ao Elegy's face dissipated instantly, and He expressed a strong anger: "Is this so?"
Unexpectedly, the woman's voice said again: "I feel the breath of the Dragon Mother, he is related to the Dragon Mother!"
"What do you mean, mother? Please tell me, mother!"
Ao Elegy was completely confused.
The woman said: "The Dragon Mother has been away for many years, and there is no trace of her. She will not escape unless there is a catastrophe. Since this child knows his whereabouts, he should be captured alive!"
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Xin Zhuo exerted the Dragon Mother Dao Soul to the extreme, but his eyes were scanning around. There was no master Wuyunzi among this group of Dragon Clan people. Where is he?
The top priority was to not place our hopes on a false identity. We should try our best to save as many people as possible and leave.
He looked at the ground that had turned black due to the accumulation of layers of blood. There were some broken limbs scattered on it, belonging to the six hundred warriors before.
Looking at these stumps and broken arms, a strange feeling suddenly arose in my heart.
Not quite right!
The martial arts masters who came here were at the lowest level of ancient emperors. How come these stumps lacked the minimum aura, daoyuan power and the charm of the masterless avenue after death?
Even for a mere Earth Emperor, Wu Yun will linger in the same place for several years after his death, unless a master deliberately disperses it, but the Dragon Clan obviously did not deliberately do so.
Looking at the expressions of Xi Heying and Prince Zhi, there was no fear, panic or helplessness, but rather indifference and calmness.
He subconsciously opened the "True Eyes of the World" and glanced around. He couldn't help but be astonished! (End of this chapter)