As soon as Moro and the little black man entered, they saw this earth-shattering scene.

Ancient dragons of all shapes and sizes are churning in the Dragon Palace, with snake body and beast head, five claws and two wings, and a head with six eyes...... There is no dragon power or beauty, but without exception, it is full of the unparalleled sense of violence of the barbarian era.

Spanning thousands of feet, it is as large as a mountain range. Unlike all kinds of methods that are perceived from the nature of heaven and earth, they use a certain part of their own body, which is an innate instinct.

Powerful and brutal, it is breathtaking to watch.

A dark red dragon flame passed past them, and the little black man raised his hand to cut the space out, and the two continued to watch the battle outside through the mirror image.

"Senior, how do these dragons feel like mongrels?" The little black man asked, a little confused.

In his time, dragons were basically stereotyped, and mongrels were an insulting word and a fact that was stated. Any creature with a strong bloodline will inevitably produce an anti-ancestor after reaching a certain realm, and then will have the same characteristics.

The dragons in front of him looked strangely shaped, mixed with the characteristics of other creatures, and they were obviously impure in blood. But their breath doesn't look like a mongrel, and besides, there are many strong reincarnations in the beginning of heaven and earth, are mongrels qualified to be reincarnated?

Mo Luo replied without thinking: "It's indeed miscellaneous, but the fundamental reason is that the bloodline of their parents on the other side is too strong, and it is impossible for the blood of the ancestral dragon to completely raise it." Ordinary creatures can also be concealed, but the bloodline of innate beings like this is difficult to conceal. ”

"Strictly speaking, except for the ancestral dragon, the other dragon bloodlines are not pure, and they all have more or less remnants of their true bodies."

The little black man was slightly surprised, and then remembered an ancient book he had read, a record of the ancestral dragon.

"I have read in ancient books that ancestral dragons and many living beings have multiplied and given birth to offspring. Many famous beasts have bred with the ancestral dragon, even if it is the Great Saintless King some time ago, I don't know if it's true? ”

The era in which he lived was not particularly far away from the primeval times, probably no more than 10,000 years apart. The existence of innate beings cannot escape from the world, but there are still many of their inheritances in the world, including their deeds.

These legends are neither lofty nor sacred, but are full of barbarism and things that modern people cannot imagine.

For example, the ancestral dragon, in the modern context, is a piledriver, and has single-handedly bred a top race.

However, the little black man was a little curious, how did Zu Long let so many innate beings help him give birth back then? You must know that there is no shortage of people in the world who would rather die than give in, and the hearts of all innate beings are higher than the sky.

It can't be plug and unplug, right? Even if the action is fast and can instantly use the gas machine to make the other party pregnant, people have a way to have a fetus.

"I don't know." Moro shook his head and couldn't answer, he hadn't seen the ancestral dragon in his time.

The primeval period is not just a few hundred or thousands of years, but spans an unknown number of years. In an era that is really wild and has no inheritance, the top powerhouses may not be able to leave footprints after death.

It is only when the acquired beings become the protagonists of heaven and earth that inheritance and legends come to the stage, and history is born.

Innate beings like them, if they are not learned and contacted, are fundamentally different from the way of thinking of acquired beings.

"If you take my thinking during that time as an innate being, the benefits are enough and not impossible."

"Huh?"

The little black man's eyes widened slightly, and Mo Luo looked through the black membrane, and when he saw the shocked expression on the other party's face, he understood what she was thinking.

"Congenitally genderless, giving birth does not mean dignity, it only depends on whether you want to or not. If you want, you can also turn yin into yang. ”

In fact, when cultivating to the realm of transforming gods, one already has certain innate soul characteristics. It's very simple for a psychic to change gender, but no one will take this risk for the sake of "heart".

"Besides, how do you know that the ancestral dragon can't give birth?"

The little black man asked, "Can the ancestral dragon be born?" ”

It is indeed possible that preconceived notions tend to be the upper side of the yang and are also the more suitable for reproduction. Because it takes time to give birth, but it doesn't take to keep seeds.

In nature, regardless of whether there is cultivation or not, there are no males who cast a wide net of many grasses, and the dragon clan has always given him the impression that he is a male.

"The ancestral dragon is not called a male dragon, nor is it called a female dragon, how do you know that he can't give birth?" Mo Luo asked rhetorically, "But there is a high probability that Zulong is not the one who gave birth, otherwise he would not have been able to give birth to so many." ”

Between the two of them, another mouthful of dragon flame came straight over, and at this time, the battle of the ancient dragon gate had entered a white heat. It's no longer the same bumps and bumps as before, throwing each other away from afar.

The sea boiled, and the heavens and the earth shook. The mountain-like ancient dragon fell into the water, and the waves seemed to turn the whole world upside down.

At this moment, I don't know how many lives perished.

A silver-white ancient dragon mediated in the sky, and saw that the six-eyed ancient dragon swooped down suddenly, its five claws blooming with seven colors, and in the void of divine light, there was a faint cry of the divine eagle.

The heavens and the earth darkened slightly, the dragon's claws entered the water, and the sea opened. The six-eyed ancient dragon didn't have time to dodge, and used his bark-like body to resist, and the sharp sound of the two colliding instantly shattered dozens of miles of coral reefs, killing thousands of live fish on the spot.

For other creatures, the most lethal is not the fight between the two real dragons, even the dragon's breath has a range. The real murderous aura is the aftermath of the impact, which is not powerful enough to kill them.

"Wonderful, worthy of being a creature of the ancestral dragon's bloodline."

The little black man couldn't help but exclaim, although the appearance of these ancient dragons was not very attractive, but their strength was indisputable.

Whether it is a white dragon like a divine eagle or a green dragon that looks like a dead tree, they all show extremely strong strength. If you face it, I'm afraid that you will be seriously injured by one photo.

Although it is not as oppressive as the Great Saint King, it is definitely not weak, and it should be equivalent to a sword immortal.

"I don't know if I can learn anything from this, but I heard that the sages of the human race comprehended the Dharma by observing the innate beings."

The little black man turned his head to ask, knocking out more secrets from the primeval years. I saw that the Mo Luo next to him was also staring at the battle, but he was not contemplating, but looking at some kind of treasure.

"Hmm...... This white dragon claw is a good thing, and the skin of this dragon should be able to survive Li Changsheng's hand, right? No matter how bad it is, you can leave some fragments, and you can practice a good magic weapon. Yes, yes, these ancient dragons are all treasures. ”

The little black man was a little speechless about his boss's attitude, saying that he was too much in his eyes, but he was a saint king, and his strength should not be worse than these ancient dragons, and he should be one point stronger in the realm.

But it's not necessarily true to say that they are domineering, because they are here to eat. Mo Luo never thought about making a move, just thinking that they were killed by Li Changsheng and picked up the leak in the back.

The battle outside was in full swing, and suddenly the situation changed slightly. More than a dozen true dragons swam in from afar, and they shot at the pale ancient dragon together.

The originally evenly matched situation began to slowly collapse in an instant, and the pale ancient dragon had to take into account the interference of the little dragons while fighting with the existence of the same level.

Moro can basically determine that the pale ancient dragon is "Dragon King Jue".

Judging from the current situation, it should be late to recover, and when the strength recovers to a certain extent, it is found that there is no land to pull and no one to pull.

And he didn't ask for help, but more like he wanted to muddy the water.

But isn't he afraid of attracting more strong enemies and letting the position of the ancestral dragon fall into the hands of others?

Mo Luo saw through the other party's intentions at a glance, but he didn't understand that the other party was not afraid of luring the wolf into the room? The ancestral dragon's position is not a real estate certificate, and their names are not written on it.

If you have the chance, you must grab it.

Water can be mixed up, but definitely not too much. Attracting the world's strongest people into the Dragon Palace like this will only harm others and benefit oneself.

Either this Dragon King's situation is very bad, almost to the point where he has no chance of winning. The situation in front of us is obviously not without a chance of winning, but it is relatively disadvantaged. Then all that remains is ulterior motives, and there is information in them that you don't know.

Airplanes!

A mysterious vibration came from the void, and then the colorful glow that spread all over the small world converged and condensed into several wisps of qi.

Seeing this, the dragon king took all the attacks, spit out a mouthful of blood, and let the dragon scales on his body be shot down, still having to open his mouth to swallow a wisp of qi.

Seeing this, the ancient dragon who was fighting with him was furious, and his attack became even more frenzied, entangled the opponent's body to death.

The two ancient dragons ascended all the way to the sky, and then fell heavily. The scales of the dragon king fell off, he spat dragon blood in his mouth, and even ripped off a piece of flesh by the enemy.

But even so, it still wouldn't let go.

The two people hidden in the dark also noticed this scene, their expressions moved slightly, and they all guessed that the colorful glow might be related to the position of the ancestral dragon.

"The colorful glow of the predecessors is a bit special."

"It should be something related to the position of the ancestral dragon, or it could be a part of the ancestral dragon."

Moro exerted a little power, and at that moment, another ray of light appeared. He suddenly grabbed forward, and the ever-changing heart seemed to envelop all directions, and the figure of the ancient dragon that was competing with him was slightly sluggish.

When the ancient dragon came back to his senses, Moro had already caught the glow, but he only touched it and took it back.

The little black man asked suspiciously, "Senior, is there anything wrong with this glow?" ”

"I can't grasp it, it's like air."

Moro replied as he thought back to how he had just felt. He lacks something, so the position of the ancestral dragon is illusory to him.

No wonder he dared to lure the wolf into the house, it turned out that Zu Long had already made a "will", and outsiders couldn't interfere at all.

However, this did not affect himself, and Mo Luo did not think about asking for any ancestral dragon position. The bloodline is like a shackle, it hurts to take it and hit someone, and I feel heavy.

"Blackie, it's time for us to play."

At this time, the pale ancient dragon has completely fallen into the downwind, and it is the time for the hero to save the dragon.

"!!! of the Groan"

The dragon king was crushed to the ground by the six-eyed green dragon, and dozens of true dragons wrapped themselves around their bodies as chains, and restrained some of his power.

"Pu Lao! If you have the ability to fight me alone, it's just that you can ask these little dragons to help you. ”

"Xuan, it seems that he likes the tone and methods of the innate soul after learning, the weak always want to make up for themselves through other aspects, but no matter how much calculation in the face of strength, it is useless. And these dragons are also my strength. ”

The six-eyed green dragon bit the dragon king, and the other party suddenly let out a wail again, but even so, he still refused to release that qi.

Suddenly, a divine light flew out of the void and fell on the true dragons that had turned into chains, and these true dragons instantly fell into a stupor, and then slowly fell off the pale bone dragons.

The fire of demons burned in their eyes.

A voice came.

"Don't panic, I'll save you."

Dragon King Jue was stunned for a moment, and then said with great joy: "Daoist friends help me!" Take me out of trouble, and I will definitely repay it with generous gifts! ”

The six-eyed green dragon looked up and saw two humans flying in the distance. He didn't hesitate to use his natal pupil.

The six eyes shot out of cyan light together, turning into silent blades that stabbed at their spirits.

Mora is originally playing with inner demons, and it is impossible to be bad in terms of divine souls. Raising his hand, the demons in his heart are all living beings, and countless illusions in the void have evolved, and the six blue lights falling into the illusion are like drops of water into the sea, and they can't set off any waves.

The dragon king was even more happy, and with a high dragon groan, he once again used his natal supernatural powers.

"Fellow Daoist and I will kill this wingman! His body is yours! ”

Hearing this, the six-eyed ancient dragon did not hesitate to take his little brother and fly away into the distance. And this time it was connected to the Dragon King, and the five claws were deeply embedded in the opponent's divine body.

The skin that was comparable to the defense of the Supreme Treasure was punctured, and countless dragons' blood spilled into the sea.

The six-eyed green dragon let out a terrible wail, but still did not forget to throw his little brother out. Eating this claw by himself is at most injured, and his little brothers are either dead or disabled.

This is all a real dragon, and he will be the king and hegemon in the future.

The thought was only in an instant, the real dragons were out of danger, but the six-eyed green dragon was caught deadly.

Mo Luo didn't make a move, but just symbolically raised his hand to prepare some kind of Dao method. Just a moment of hesitation and release of water made the six-eyed green dragon use another magical power to turn into a blue light and disappear.

Naturally, this was done on purpose, and he was here to eat, not to help. Besides, there must be some kind of life-saving means for an ancient dragon of this level, and there is no need to force the other party to be in a hurry.

The waves crashed slightly, and the dragon king looked in the direction the other party left, and the disappointment in his eyes almost overflowed.

After cleaning up his emotions, Long Wang Jue learned the etiquette of the acquired soul, and folded his front paws and said: "Thank you two Taoist friends for helping, this is not the place to talk, and please come with me." ”

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Somewhere in an underwater cavern.

Mo Luo and the little black man entered it with the dragon king, and the rich aura came to their faces, and the walls that entered the eyes were full of high-grade spirit stones.

Then their eyes were attracted by the blood-red crystal tree in the center, and they could see the wonder above just by glimpsing it.

Quasi-Heaven and Earth Spiritual Root, Dragon Blood Treasure Tree!

Even after reincarnation, the dragon family is still rich. With an existence of the level of Ancestral Dragon, the "real estate" carried by the recovery of heaven and earth is very human.

How many treasures are there in this small world of Dragon Palace?

The Dragon King coiled his body around the Dragon's Blood Treasure Tree, and then tore off a one-meter-long Dragon's Blood Tree branch with his front paws and gently sent it to Mora.

The voice was friendly and polite: "Thank you for your help, a little heart is not enough to worry about." ”

Shooting is part of the spiritual root of quasi-heaven and earth, and it is very generous.

Mo Luo naturally would not refuse, raised his hand and put it in his pocket, and said, "The Dragon King is generous, and it is not a trip in vain." ”

"Fellow Daoist, but you came from me?"

After all, Dragon King Jue is not a completely acquired soul, and he rarely comes into contact with interpersonal society, so he asks very straightforwardly.

"Yes, yes, but more often than not."

Mo Luo let out a silent sigh, his face tilted up at a 45-degree angle, and his already gloomy features had a little more sorrow.

"A certain Moluo is a person who has reached the pinnacle of virtue together. For example, when he first opened today, he thought he would have made a career, but he was reincarnated into this human body, and he was powerless! There is no foundation for it! Pathetic and hateful! ”

"At this time, the outside world has been controlled by the human race, and the birds and beasts of heaven and earth are all Chinese food on the plate of the human race. A certain drifting uncertain, not having the foundation of his life, but also asked the dragon king and a place to rest and recuperate. ”

Mo Luo bowed his hand deeply, even if it was one of Gu Long's incomprehensible creatures, he could feel the sincerity and helplessness in it.

How much of a dilemma is this for such a strong person to bend down to himself?

(End of chapter)