Chapter 16: The storm is turbulent, and the shape emerges
Just when Mingyu was trying hard to hit the Golden Immortal Realm, the undercurrent of the ancient world surged.
East China Sea.
A colorless and transparent giant crystal palace stands majestically in the underwater world.
In the main hall of the Crystal Palace, Qinglong, the second ancestor of the dragon clan, sat on the dragon chair.
Qinglong has a resolute face and deep eyes. He exudes a powerful aura and has the power to look down on the world.
After the second war between the three clans ended, perhaps because he was seriously injured, or perhaps because he was seeking a breakthrough, Zulong went into seclusion to practice and no longer interfered with the affairs of the dragon clan.
The power of the dragon clan is held by Qinglong.
Of course, after Qinglong took power, he did not handle all the affairs of the Dragon Clan, but delegated power to the Dragon Clan elders and the chiefs of various clans who relied on the Dragon Clan to handle matters.
He comes out of seclusion once every 50,000 years and spends one hundred years making overall decisions.
Unexpectedly, the first person who came to see him when he came out of isolation was his son.
At this time, Qinglong lowered his head, dressed in black armor and holding a large halberd. The iron-blooded and murderous Dragon King knelt on the ground on one knee.
This is Cang Xuan who was previously besieged in the wilderness.
Not only has he recovered from his injuries, but he has also become a blessing in disguise. His cultivation has reached a higher level and he has reached the ninth level of Da Luo!
He is not a pure-blooded true dragon, his mother is a black water black snake, a strange species from ancient times.
But he has perfectly inherited the bloodline of Black Snake and Azure Dragon, and his own talent is comparable to that of the pure-blood True Dragon.
"Tell me, what's going on here?"
Qinglong looked at Cang Xuan in front of him with admiration. He was quite satisfied with his son.
"To inform my father, I am here to deal with the fact that in the past 50,000 years, members of our Dragon Clan who have traveled abroad have been attacked and killed one after another."
As soon as Cang Xuan finished speaking, he felt the mighty power of the dragon coming towards him. The dragon's body under the black armor was so tight that he could hardly hold the halberd in his hand.
"speak!"
Qinglong uttered a word, but it was as cold as the deep sea ice that has lasted hundreds of millions of years.
So Cang Xuan reported to Qinglong in detail how he and Bai Heng of the Qilin tribe were attacked by black robes, as well as the attacks on his tribe in the past 50,000 years.
After finishing the report, Cang Xuan knelt on the ground without saying a word. The fighting spirit in his body became even stronger.
After listening to Qinglong, who was sitting on the dragon chair, his face was calm and calm, but his eyes became deeper and deeper.
"His Majesty!"
At this time, Prime Minister Turtle, seven elders of the Dragon Clan, and dozens of chiefs of the major clans that depended on the Dragon Clan came together.
What they reported was that people of various ethnic groups were attacked and killed.
However, except for Prime Minister Turtle and two of the elders, the other elders and dozens of clan leaders did not mention the black robe, and only said that it was the Qilin and Feng clan who did it.
Qinglong listened to the reports one by one, and then closed his eyes slightly.
For a moment, there was no sound in the hall, and it fell into silence.
Suddenly Qinglong opened his eyes, took out a dragon seal, and appeared in the sky above the Crystal Palace.
On the huge Crystal Palace, a huge golden nine-clawed dragon is entrenched, its scales are dazzling.
This is the thing formed by the intertwining luck of the dragon clan, the golden dragon of luck!
The green dragon threw out the dragon seal in his hand, and the luck golden dragon opened its mouth to hold it.
Thousands of fortune-telling phenomena suddenly appeared.
The blue fortune whale, the cyan fortune turtle, the red fortune snake, the purple fortune shark... the fortune phenomena of thousands of subordinate tribes of the Dragon Clan appeared one after another.
The fortunes of all races in different colors are like ten thousand torrents, and then all the flows return to the sea, and the endless fortunes converge on the golden dragon of fortune.
It's just that compared to the past, there are more and more tiny gray particles mixed in the torrent of destiny for all races.
After these gray particles gathered on the body of the Luck Golden Dragon, the gray particles also expanded under the golden dragon's brilliant scales, and even formed patches in some areas.
Qinglong looked at the spots on Luck Golden Dragon's body with a solemn expression.
The gray particles are transformed by the tribulation energy.
The Dragon Clan competes with the Qilin Clan and the Phoenix Clan for hegemony and kills all the clans. It is inevitable that the tribulation qi and death qi will be intertwined.
But I didn’t expect that only fifty thousand years of tribulation energy and death energy would be so strong.
"It seems that the insect is secretly unwilling."
Then Qinglong sneered.
Among them, the Feng Clan and the Qilin Clan may be adding fuel to the flames. Even if the war between the three clans ends, the small frictions and local battles between the three clans will never stop.
But there will be no attempt to shake the foundation in a short period of time like now, unless the two races want to start a war again!
Qinglong waved his hand and took out the dragon seal, and thousands of images disappeared into the void.
Then he appeared in the hall.
"You guys, please step aside for now."
Qinglong faces the dragon chair and his back to everyone.
"yes!"
Prime Minister Cangxuan Turtle, the elders of the Dragon Clan and the heads of various clans retreated one after another.
Tiannan immortal volcano, Phoenix Tower.
The chiefs of the four tribes of the Zhonglu, Quanbo, Honghu and Qingluan tribes to which Phoenix belongs are reporting to Lingguang, the head of the Suzaku tribe who is acting on behalf of the Feng tribe.
Ling Guang looked at the Phoenix of Fortune in Taichung, on the sacred sycamore tree.
Thousands of birds surround the phoenix, and the luck flows into every feather of the phoenix.
But under the bright phoenix divine feathers, gray calamity energy is also growing rapidly.
To the west of Buzhou, there is Qilin Sacred Cliff.
The nine-headed lions, nine-colored deers, celestial horses, and blue oxen belonging to the Qilin clan, and dozens of clan heads also joined hands to pay homage to Emperor Mo Lin, the acting clan leader and one of the ancestors of the Qilin clan.
Emperor Mo Lin looked at the Qilin of Luck standing on the auspicious clouds and accepting the worship of all beasts, and remained silent for a long time.
He paced back and forth on the sacred cliff, thinking for a long time.
Finally, we descended from the Qilin Sacred Cliff and headed towards the White Tiger Sacred Mountain to find the White Tiger Clan Chief Supervisor.
Soon after, a green shadow from the East China Sea moved towards the chaotic void, the immortal volcano in the south of the sky shot into the sky with red light, and the white tiger from the west ascended to the sky.
With the return of the three.
The East China Sea Dragon Bell rings, and all the dragon clan members gather in the East China Sea;
The Phoenix Order from the South of Heaven appears in this world, summoning all the birds in the world;
The Western Kirin drum beats, the sound of the drum shakes the heaven and the earth, and the beasts rush to the holy cliff.
The three prehistoric Xiantian clans gathered the strong men with great fanfare.
Some ancient saints clapped their hands and applauded, thinking that a war between the three tribes was about to begin; some frowned and secretly calculated the actions of the three tribes; some simply stayed behind closed doors and ignored the outside world.
In Fengqi Mountain, there was no special reaction to the big move by the three tribes.
Because Fuxi was in seclusion, Nuwa was away from home, Mingyu was busy transforming into another form, and Jinfeng was sleeping on the sycamore tree.
Suddenly, in the Fengqi Valley, a phantom of a majestic and handsome Qingluan soared into the sky, carrying the sun and moon on its back, and made bursts of luan sounds.
Then a light wheel soared into the sky, with majestic life force and black and yellow light embedded in it.
Then, the phantom of Qingluan coincides with the light wheel of life. There are sun and moon seals on the light wheel, and Qingluan flies.
Then the halo shrank and turned into a bracelet.
It fell back to Fengqi Valley and was caught by one hand.
Mingyu had been promoted to Golden Immortal at this time and emerged in form.
Under the tree of life, I saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy standing, dressed in white, with clear eyes, a straight nose, a smooth chin slightly raised, and fair skin. When he smiled, he showed his white teeth, and he looked very sunny.
Mingyu happily patted it up and down and turned it back and forth.