Purple Smoke Temple, main peak hall.
The master of the sect sitting on the high seat is not the master of Ziyan Temple.
The person sitting on top now is Zhuang Ming.
In a few words, Zhuang Ming also clarified many things.
There were originally six drops of true dragon essence and blood, but now one drop is left, and Ziyan Temple prepares it as an inheritance.
As for the remaining five drops, the five great practitioners, including Master Ziyan Temple, began to refine them individually.
Three of them have died, and currently, including the master of Ziyan Temple, only two have succeeded in refining.
As for the previous headmaster, who was the mentor of Master Ziyan Temple, he did not refine the dragon essence and blood.
This made Zhuang Ming a little surprised and a little sighing.
As a sect leader, you are still a sect leader after all.
For many things, the master of Ziyan Temple measures them by the word profit, rather than by the kindness between master and disciple.
This master of Ziyan Temple has experienced the refinement of dragon essence and blood, and is fully aware of the dangers involved. However, the previous master is too old and has no hope of surviving the refinement of dragon essence and blood.
The essence and blood of the Dragon Clan is too precious, and to place such a huge opportunity on the former headmaster and hope for a slim hope is too extravagant for Ziyan Temple.
"Is that senior still there?" Zhuang Ming paused and asked again.
"My master passed away two months ago." The master of Ziyan Temple sighed softly, his expression gloomy.
"What a shame."
Zhuang Ming sighed.
Peak True Mystery, no matter where you are, is the strongest cultivation level, and in this world, it is even more impressive to be able to cultivate Peak True Mystery.
At present, Ziyan Temple has been conquered by him, and now Ziyan Temple loses another peak true mystic, which is equivalent to losing a peak true mystic under his command.
In addition, his regret is the Great Dao Golden Pill of Zhenxuan Nine Seals.
But having said that, since he intends to conquer the Purple Smoke Temple, he must pay attention to many aspects. Even if he did not retreat two months ago, he could only watch the death of his former headmaster quietly, and it would be difficult to take action again.
A golden elixir of the great road.
Even if you know that the other party has run out of money, if you don't take this Dao Jindan, it will be wasted and completely useless to Ziyan Temple. But if you take this Dao Jindan, it will probably chill people's hearts.
Despite the loyalty brought by blood.
But the cohesion of people's hearts is still important.
Zhuang Ming is a businessman. In the past, he always put interests first and looked at financial interests in everything. However, he knew better that the will of people's hearts was invisible and intangible, but it was also crucial and often related to greater interests.
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"Besides you, where is the other fellow Taoist who has successfully refined blood essence?"
"I'll send it to him right now."
The master of Ziyan Temple gave a salute and immediately summoned him out.
Not long after, there was a ray of light that fell outside the main hall of the main peak, shouting loudly: "Greetings to the Dragon Lord! Greetings to the Temple Master!"
Zhuang Ming turned his head and glanced, and said with a smile: "It seems that you also know my identity, but you don't dare to reveal it because I don't speak up."
The master of Ziyan Temple lowered his head slightly and said he didn't dare, then turned his eyes sideways and said to the outside: "Come in."
After refining the essence and blood of the true dragon, he could realize that Zhuang Ming was the true dragon!
This is the dragon bloodline's perception of the true dragon, which comes from instinct and is difficult to hide.
After he refined the essence and blood of the true dragon, he just met Zhuang Ming and understood everything.
But just as Zhuang Ming said, before Long Jun opened his mouth, he didn't dare to make his own decision.
Outside the main hall of the main peak, I saw a middle-aged Taoist man coming in a hurry. When he saw Zhuang Ming sitting high on the throne, he immediately prostrated himself.
"Greetings to Mr. Long."
The first person he worshiped was not the Lord of Purple Smoke Temple, but the young man in white in front of him, or should I say... he worshiped the real dragon.
After meeting Zhuang Ming, this great cultivator who had refined the essence and blood of the Dragon Clan could sense the existence of the true dragon based on his bloodline instinct.
From a certain perspective, the creatures in the world who refine the essence and blood of dragons are equivalent to the Dragon Guards who have bathed in the Dragon Blood Sacred Pool in the Dragon Guard Tribe!
They are like a dragon meeting a real dragon, and it is like a descendant meeting his father.
Facing the source of one's own bloodline, one cannot help but feel awe from the heart and surrender from instinct.
Such instincts have been deeply imprinted in their blood.
Even someone as powerful as the Master of Ziyan Monastery felt such an irresistible desire to surrender when he met Zhuang Ming.
At that time, his mood was ups and downs, and he was extremely shocked, as if a turbulent wave was stirring in his heart, just because he understood what happened.
However, he felt that he was not opposed to this matter, but instead wanted to get closer to the Dragon Lord in front of him.
"Get up."
Zhuang Ming raised his hand, smiled slightly, turned his head to look at the Master of Ziyan Temple, and said, "What do you want to say?"
The master of Ziyan Temple gave a bitter smile and said: "Even back then, my biological father and my mentor never made me so awed that I didn't dare to disobey in the slightest. In fact, a year ago, I didn't know why you were so generous.
He clearly has the power to kill me easily, and even destroy Ziyan Temple easily, but he has traded with me on equal footing many times. Now I finally understand that it turns out that Mr. Dragon is the Dragon King, and the dragon essence and blood can make us and other living beings in the world possess the rare dragon power.
The bloodline has become a branch of the Dragon Clan, and will naturally surrender to you..."
He laughed at himself and said: "From that time on, you have regarded me as one of your subordinates, and even as your descendant. Naturally, you will not be stingy with various rewards."
When Zhuang Ming heard this, he chuckled and said, "Isn't this bad?"
The Master of Ziyan Temple fell silent.
At this moment, he still has the most basic calmness and rationality.
Fundamentally speaking, from now on, he will be controlled by others and will always be at his knees, without even the slightest thought of disobeying him.
The majestic Master of Ziyan Temple has become a vassal of the other party. No matter how powerful he is in the future, he only exists for the Dragon Lord in front of him.
Logically speaking, such an opportunity is not fundamentally a good thing.
However, the instinct derived from his bloodline prevented him from having the slightest thought of refuting.
The thoughts of loyalty and awe made him feel that this was the honor of his life.
At that moment, the Master of Ziyan Temple took a deep breath, bowed and said, "I am willing to die for Lord Dragon!"
The middle-aged Taoist also bowed down and said, "I am willing to die for Lord Dragon!"
Zhuang Ming sat firmly on the high position, looked down and said: "I only think about you conquering the world for me, not about you going to die."
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Thirty thousand miles north of Ziyan Temple, in a dark cave.
"Sect Master." An old man came to report in a hurry.
"What's disturbing my retreat?" A cold voice came from the cave.
"Letter from the south, the old guy from Ziyan Temple may have died." The old man gasped.
"Maybe?" The voice seemed a little unhappy.
"It should be credible, but Ziyan Temple is airtight. Even if the old guy really dies at the end of his life, he will probably block the news." The old man said hurriedly.
"Check it out." The voice in the cave said in a low voice: "Purple Smoke Temple is known as the inheritance of the heavens and is known as the ancestral court of Taoism. The peak Zhenxuan in the past dynasties does have extremely strong power and can be said to be unrivaled in the world. Now that old man
This guy died at the end of his life. No one in the contemporary Ziyan Temple has been able to cultivate to the pinnacle of Zhenxuan. The current master of the temple is only the eight seals of Zhenxuan. Since this younger generation of practitioners is not good at it, then he should let his heavenly inheritance of Ziyan Temple be replaced.
It’s a family reunion.”
"But..." The old man hesitated.
"But what?" the voice snorted.
"Maybe it's not our family who got the news," the old man said hurriedly.
"Once the old guy dies, don't you think that those other Taoist branches and famous sects who have always respected Ziyan Temple and regard it as the ancestral home of Taoism have no idea of ​​replacing it?" The voice said with a mocking tone:
"If the guess is correct this time, it is very likely that all parties will besiege Ziyan Temple, and the world will be in chaos..."
Chapter completed!