The first thousand five hundred and ninety-four chapters
Half an hour later, with a majestic energy fluctuation of heaven and earth, the Origin Boat finally descended on Dragon Island.
"Who is coming!"
In an instant, two powerful men with terrifying aura bloomed and shouted violently in the direction of Yuan Zhou.
"Don't be angry, two seniors, they are my friends!" Mu Ling rushed out first and gave a slight salute to the two of them.
"Oh, the original friend of Miss Mu Ling must not be an outsider!" One of the big men laughed, his aura suddenly dropped, and he immediately looked at each other and disappeared without a trace.
Everyone knew that the two men did not go far, but were observing the situation in the dark.
"Master, please come this way!"
Seeing Zhong Zihao and others putting away their origin boats and walking towards them, Mu Ling raised his hand and pointed in one direction.
"The strong men of the Dragon Clan are really rare!"
Zhong Zihao sighed with emotion, but everyone could understand that he was referring to the few members of the Dragon Clan.
Mu Ling has introduced to everyone before that the Dragon Clan only has a few thousand creatures. Compared to the huge Dragon Island and countless resources, it can only be described as scarce.
Everyone might not believe it before, but now from the fact that there are only two people guarding such an important entrance to Dragon Island, they know that what Mu Ling said is true.
No wonder Ao Beimo's death made the leader of the Dragon Clan furious, and even turned his anger on Ao Juecheng. With the current situation of the Dragon Clan, let alone someone with the status of Long Zi, the death of even an ordinary clan member would be a big deal.
Invisibly, everyone frowned. It seemed that rescuing Ao Juecheng was not easy.
However, the strength of the two people just now is by no means simple. According to Zhong Zihao's estimation, they should be between the sixth and seventh steps of the Heavenly Realm. The Dragon Clan has few people but abundant resources, so this situation is reasonable.
The atmosphere that followed was a bit heavy. Everyone followed the wood spirit and quickly moved forward, and soon came to a majestic city.
Strictly speaking, this place cannot be considered a city. After all, there are too few people from the Dragon Clan. It can only be said that the place is majestic and the rich wilderness atmosphere is everywhere.
Of course, the buildings here are also different from the planets where humans gather. Under the vast night sky, those palaces stand like hills, majestic and tall yet still aura. They are truly uncanny workmanship.
Mu Ling led everyone to fly directly to one of the palaces that looked like it was made of white jade, but Zhong Zihao set his sights on the square in front of the palace.
There, there is a giant cyan dragon carved, lifelike, and there is an indescribable momentum contained in it, but it is imprisoned by an obscure force. If it spreads out, I am afraid that even the powerful people in the true god realm will have difficulty resisting it.
Without any introduction, he guessed that this statue should be related to the legendary ancestral dragon.
Several people arrived in front of the White Jade Palace, but saw no one around, which seemed very strange.
"Mu Ling pays homage to the seniors. I would also like to ask the seniors to tell you that I would like to see Chief Ao!" What surprised everyone was that Mu Ling bowed to the empty closed door with a solemn expression.
However, in just a moment, there was a flash of silver light in that place, and an old man in white robes appeared out of thin air. Not only were his two eyebrows shining white, they were at least two feet long and had already hung down to his chest.
At the same time, the hairs all over Zhong Zihao's body stood up. In his perception, the old man's aura was no less than that of Rong Han, who had chased him back then.
In other words, the opponent's cultivation level should be at the level of the True God Realm!
As expected, they are indeed members of the Zulong clan. Even an old man who is the gatekeeper has such terrifying strength.
No, there must be more than one person, because there are several equally terrifying auras floating around, but they have never appeared.
"I'm waiting to meet my senior!"
Involuntarily, everyone imitated the wooden spirit and saluted in unison.
"Are you here again?"
The old man was not surprised to see Mu Ling. Obviously, there were many latter coming here, but he still advised: "The patriarch has made up his mind on this matter, don't have any big illusions."
After saying this, he glanced at Zhong Zihao and the others. Perhaps he saw that their strength was low, so he didn't pay much attention to them.
"Back to the seniors, this time the junior asked to see the clan leader because several friends came to see me. I have received a lot of care from the clan leader, so I came here to say goodbye before leaving." Mu Ling turned her beautiful eyes and tried her best to squeeze out a smile.
"Oh? Allow me to report first."
The old man replied with a half-smile, obviously not deceived by the wood spirit.
Without letting everyone wait for long, the old man returned from the main hall: "Go in, remember to make a long story short, the patriarch has not been in a good mood these days!"
"Thank you, senior!"
Several people bowed and thanked them, and then raised their heads again. The old man was nowhere to be seen.
"Walk!"
Zhong Zihao took the first step. He didn't bother to care about Ao Wujiang's mood. Since he was here, there was no reason to return empty-handed.
Everyone followed closely and took a few steps into the main hall, only to see that the hall was empty except for a figure standing at the top with his back to him, exuding a domineering and arrogant aura.
"The wood spirit pays homage to the clan leader!"
"I'm waiting to meet the clan leader!"
Facing the legendary leader of the Zulong clan, everyone showed their thoughtful etiquette.
"Mu Ling, I already know your purpose of coming. If you insist on leaving, my clan leader will not stop you, but I still want to say that given your situation, the ancient underworld is the most ideal place for cultivation."
Ao Wujiang's voice was as loud as a bell. Although he spoke softly, thunderous echoes echoed around the hall.
But it can also be heard that he sincerely wants to retain the wood spirit. Perhaps in his view, the wood spirit with pure wood attributes has long been regarded as a member of the dragon clan.
However, after finishing his sentence, Ao Wujiang fell silent, obviously not wanting to communicate too much.
Zhong Zihao didn't care about the other party's arrogance. He took a half-step forward, cupped his fists and said, "Zhong Zihao is Ao Juecheng's friend in the lower realm. I came here this time in the hope that the clan leader can open his eyes and let him live!"
"boom!"
As soon as he finished speaking, an overwhelming and shocking pressure suddenly came down, which was also mixed with a domineering dragon power.
"Bang bang bang...ah!"
Ao Wujiang only showed a slight burst of momentum, and then he flew Mu Ling, Zuo Jiang and others away until they hit the wall before falling down with a face full of pain.
"Um?"
Zhong Zihao's face condensed, and just looking at the fluctuations in Ao Wujiang's momentum just now, it was unimaginable that the latter's level of cultivation was unimaginable. Even if he did not reach the level of Cang Ming Xingjun, he should not be far behind.
However, the mere pressure of momentum did not pose much of a threat to him. During the operation of the source of power, his feet sank and stayed firmly fixed on the ground until the pressure dissipated.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Zhong Zihao suddenly roared, and when he saw that Mu Ling and others were seriously injured, he became even more furious: "Is this the way the Zulong clan treats guests?"
"Eh!"
There was a soft cry, and Ao Wujiang finally turned around. His appearance was that of a mighty bearded man. The most prominent thing was his dark red forehead.
"Ao Juecheng went out with me, Mo'er. In the end, everyone died in the battle but he survived. The leader of our clan has decided to execute him in the near future. Why do you think that a mere yellow-haired boy wants to plead for him in front of the leader of our clan?"
Ao Wujiang simply ignored Zhong Zihao's question. If he hadn't seen that this guy could persevere under his own pressure, which made him curious to take another look, he wouldn't even say more.
"Why?"
Zhong Zihao is a person who is not afraid of heaven and earth. He suddenly showed his momentum and shouted: "Just because I am the number one god son of the life camp, is this qualification enough?"
This was the first time that he felt that the false name of the Wushuang God Son might have some effect.