Chapter 402: The Ancestral Dragon Attacked, and the Ao Long God Died

Hearing the words of the dragon monk, Ao Long couldn't care about the nausea and fear in his heart, and roared with tears in his eyes: "What, you asked Prince Ben to rescue with those nine mongrels? No, absolutely not! ”

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the dragon monks beside him flickered with gloom. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Obviously, Ao Long refused to ask for help from the gluttonous nine, and they were certain to die here.

Thinking of this, everyone's mood is not high, and even a little desperately depressed.

And Ao Long's words, Wang Hao and Qingyun heard them clearly.

After glancing at each other, Wang Hao's eyes flashed, and he said, "This guy can't be the ninth son of the dragon, right?" ”

Nodding, Qingyun said: "Presumably, except for the nine sons of the dragon, I'm afraid that no one can deserve such a title!" ”

Hearing this, Wang Hao couldn't help but smile slightly.

The dragon gave birth to nine sons, and the sons were different, but their existence was crucial to the dragon clan.

As a person of later generations, Wang Hao knows very well that the nine sons of the dragon came into being.

Nine sons, corresponding to the number of nine poles!

The nine sons are still alive, the luck of the dragon clan is not dispersed, once the nine sons lack one of them, it will be a huge blow to the luck of the dragon clan, if the nine sons are captured, I am afraid that it will be more able to make the ancestral dragon throw a mouse taboo than the one in front of him.

As soon as he thought of this, Wang Hao said to Qingyun: "The dragon clan monk actually said that he wanted to ask for help from the nine sons, presumably it is in the outside world, you go and arrest them, how many can be caught, it is best to catch all nine." ”

Nodding, Qingyun immediately did not hesitate, and swept towards the dense fog with a dodge.

The appearance of the nine sons of the dragon here is obviously a good opportunity, once the nine sons can be controlled, even if the dragon clan launches an invasion war, it will avoid the territory of the Qingdi Palace, which can be said to occupy an absolute significance in the dragon and phoenix tribulation after the Qingdi Palace.

Therefore, the matter of capturing the nine sons of the dragon cannot be delayed!

As Qingyun left, Wang Hao's eyes were on the dragon clan team surrounded by Qinglian Sword Song, and finally his gaze was fixed on Ao Long's body, and said, "You are the son of the ancestral dragon?" ”

Hearing this, Ao Long, who was surrounded by the seven-colored lotus, suddenly seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, looked at Wang Hao and said: "I am the son of the ancestral dragon, the prince of the dragon clan, if you dare to kill me, then wait to be chased and killed by my father and the hundreds of millions of dragon clan monks!" ”

However, as soon as he said this, the dragon monks beside him suddenly turned to ashes.

If they still had a glimmer of life before, then Ao Long's threatening words were afraid that they would have completely offended the monk in front of them.

After all, even if they are released, with Ao Long's temperament, he will retaliate wantonly, and it is better to cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

Wang Hao also shook his head.

I felt deeply speechless and amused by the intelligence of this Ao Long.

To be able to say such things is not brainless, it is simply self-inflicted.

Thinking of this, Wang Hao beckoned.

In an instant, the mana condensed into a rope and probed into it, directly pulling out the Ao Long who was under the heavy protection of the dragon monks.

The body approached Wang Hao uncontrollably, and it was not until this moment that Ao Long was completely panicked, and shouted in his mouth: "Save me, save me, I am dead, my father will not let you go." ”

However, after the words were finished, his figure had been pulled out of the range of the seven-colored lotus, and even if those dragon monks wanted to save them, they were powerless.

Looking at the pale face, trembling, and frightened Ao Long in front of him, the corners of Wang Hao's mouth slowly rose, and said, "Your name!" ”

As soon as these words came out, Ao Long glanced at Wang Hao, and after meeting the eyes without a trace of emotion, he suddenly trembled, and did not dare to slack off and quickly replied: "My name is Ao Long, I am the son of Zu Long, the prince of the dragon clan......

Looking at Ao Long, who had told almost all the information about himself, Wang Hao frowned, but soon he was relaxed.

A hint of playfulness and playfulness flashed in his eyes, and his eyes were fixed on the jade talisman that was crushed in Ao Long's hand, and said: "Prince Ao Long, you are also a little clever, presumably you have already asked Zulong for help, are you delaying time with me now?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Ao Long, who was articulate and inexhaustible, was suddenly dumbfounded, the voice in his mouth stopped abruptly, and he looked at Wang Hao in horror and said: "You, you, don't kill me, whatever you want, when my father comes, he will promise you, don't kill me......"

In this regard, a trace of disdain flashed in Wang Hao's eyes.

He opened his mouth and was about to say something, when suddenly an angry voice rang out from afar: "Bastard, don't hurt my beloved son." ”

This voice stretched for thousands of miles, and it immediately made Ao Long, who was sitting in mid-air, overjoyed.

Those trapped dragon clan monks were also overjoyed, and there was only one thought in their minds: "The ancestral dragon is here, and he and the others have been saved." ”

Wang Hao also swallowed the words in his mouth and looked at the sky in the distance.

I saw a nine-clawed golden dragon with a length of 100,000 zhang piercing through the sky, and its body was mighty, setting off monstrous waves wherever it passed.

Soon, this nine-clawed golden dragon arrived in the outside world.

However, the next second something unexpected happened.

The huge nine-clawed golden dragon disappeared, but in its place was the angry figure of the ancestral dragon, and he did not enter the three islands to rescue Ao Long, but rushed in the direction of the sea.

There, Qingyun is at war with the Nine Sons of the Dragon.

“……”

Seeing this scene, Wang Hao was stunned for a moment, and soon came back to his senses.

This ancestral dragon is not stupid, he knows the importance of the nine sons of the dragon to the dragon clan, so he doesn't care about rescuing his favorite son-in-law Ao Long at all, but wants to rescue the nine sons of the dragon with all his heart.

At this moment, Ao Long in front of Wang Hao was completely out of control, only to see that his eyes were blood-red and resentful, and his body was full of anger, and he muttered in despair: "How come, how can this be, why is ......this happening?"

Seeing this, Wang Hao shrugged his shoulders, knowing that this Ao Long had obviously been hit by a huge blow.

After all, he was able to become the crown prince among so many heirs of Zulong, and he must have been deeply loved by Zulong, but now Zulong chose to save the ninth son of the dragon instead of him, how could he accept it.

As soon as he thought of this, the corners of Wang Hao's mouth slowly rose: "Ao Long, this emperor will take you to see your father now." ”

As he spoke, Wang Hao grabbed Ao Long's shoulder, and the Blue Emperor's Creation Step swept towards the sea beyond the dense fog.

Seeing this situation, the dragon clan monks within the range of the seven-colored lotus all breathed a sigh of relief, Wang Hao left, at least they did not have to worry about their lives.

However, in the next second, an ethereal cold voice exploded in everyone's ears: "Explosion!" ”

In the next second, the seven-colored lotus area was bright, and the Qinglian Sword Song was directly detonated, and the more than 600 Taiyi True Immortals of the Dragon Clan didn't even have time to resist, they were directly strangled by the terrifying explosion, and their souls were scattered, turning into a large rain of blood and falling, rendering the sea surface below red. (To be continued.) )