Chapter 415: West Sea (5)

"Bastard, what are you doing here?"

Seeing this, the Dragon King of the West Sea immediately gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "You, you wolf-hearted guys, dare to betray me, is it really 、、、 really in vain for me to treat you well for so many years?"

The Blue Whale General's face turned crimson, and he hurriedly said slightly: "I'm sorry, Dragon King, we, we don't want to live this humble life anymore." ”

"What? What did you say... When the Dragon King of the West Sea heard this, his head exploded, and he was a little speechless for a while.

Wow, wow, wow.

Another person stepped out, his steps began to sway and float a little, but gradually became firm and powerful, and then walked behind the little white dragon step by step.

"Dan'er, you, what are you standing there for?" Moang stared at the familiar figure that walked by, obviously a little confused.

"I'm sorry, Father, as they say, I want to fly freely in the sky from now on, and I don't have to be afraid anymore!"

"Hmph, just rely on him? He, a person who was expelled by the dragon clan, what will he use to command the dragon clan, and what will he use to fulfill his promise to you?"

"That's it. The little white dragon clenched the dragon blood jade pendant in his hand, and with a peaceful and heavy faint halo overflowing, a low dragon chant instantly resounded throughout the entire hall.

Scold!

An old dragon with vicissitudes of life soared out of the jade pendant, and its coercion shook the four seas, and its breath was majestic, and it was about to tear the sky.

It was the real dragon, the last faith that the ancestral dragon left to the dragon clan when he was dying.

"That... Is that the Dragon Ancestor? What a powerful breath!" In the main hall, except for the little white dragon, the rest of the people were all taken by the powerful coercion, and they all fell to the ground, their hearts beating like crazy.

"Long Zu, it's really... Dragon Ancestor?" the Dragon King of the West Sea Dragon Dragon's heart was beating wildly, his blood was boiling, and he was also deeply shocked by the familiar aura in front of him.

Sure enough, the breath of a real dragon is so powerful!

"Okay, very good, seeing that you are willing to stand up for the rise and fall of the dragon clan, I finally see a glimmer of hope for the dragon clan!" Xiao Bailong smiled and slowly put away the jade pendant in his hand.

Then, his face turned cold and he looked to the other side, "Since you no longer have faith and are not willing to fight for the dragon clan, then there is not much point for you to survive in the world!"

Knock, knock, knock!

The little white dragon lightly lifted his clothes, walked step by step from the stage, every step down, was as heavy as ten thousand pounds, every step passed, the shrimp soldiers and crabs beside him will burst one after another, and they will be blown into residue and air one after another.

In the blink of an eye, the little white dragon walked in front of Ao Yan, the Dragon King of the West Sea, and the eldest prince Mo Ang.

"Alas!" he slowly stretched out his left hand and gently put it on Ao Yan's shoulder, his face revealed a trace of sadness and loneliness, "Father, please allow me to call you one last time Father, more than five hundred years ago, in order to protect Mingzhe, you did not hesitate to send me to the Dragon Cutting Platform, so that I suffered the most painful torture and destruction in the world, although this matter started because of me, but I don't hate you, because it is a disaster or a fault, I don't know if it is a blessing! At least, you have saved yourself and the dragon blood behind you. ”

Xiao Bailong's eyes were a little dim, and he continued: "More than two hundred years ago, I was in prison, and I died for a lifetime, and you can also turn a deaf ear and ignore it. To this day, you have treated me like this, but I still don't want to slash you, and I can't do it, because I am not a rebellious and selfish villain, and I still want to lead the dragon clan to rise and become more brilliant!"

"You... You?" Ao Yan looked at the little white dragon with great horror and surprise, his heart was sour, and his thoughts were chaotic, because now he really realized that the little white dragon was no longer the immature and fierce he was back then.

"You, what the hell do you want?"

"What do I want?" the little white dragon glanced up at Morodan behind him, frowned, and gently placed his right hand on Moang's shoulder.

"Now that the times have changed, there are all kinds of waste waiting to be revived, and there are many opportunities, I will let you take a good look at how the young generation of the dragon clan walked out of the West Sea, unified the waters of the world, and rose step by step to glory and glory. ”

"Wait!"

A voice rang out through the wall.

Xiao Bailong didn't look back, but his voice became softer, "Grandpa, why do you have to get involved?"

Behind the cyan curtains, an old man who could no longer be old walked out tremblingly with the support of two handsome children.

"Why, you knew I was hiding behind the curtains?"

"Hmm!" the little white dragon let go of his hands a little helplessly and slowly turned around. "Nothing escapes my eyes here!

That was his great-grandfather, Ao Qing, the only four-term veteran of the West Sea Dragon Clan who still existed today, and he didn't know how many years he had lived.

"Boiled Lie see Grandpa. He lifted the hem of his shirt and bowed deeply. This grandfather still loves him very much since he was a child.

"Well, you still have some conscience!" Ao Qing glared at the old dizzy eyes and glanced at Ao Yan's father and son carelessly, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"Grandpa, help me!" Moang's eyes lit up, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

"Lie'er, can't you just let your father and brother go first?"

"Them?" the little white dragon turned indifferently, "I also want to let them go, but unfortunately, their minds are too dark and their hearts are too selfish, and letting them go will only let the tiger return to the mountain, and it will only hinder the rise of the dragon clan." ”

"Alas, they are born from the same root, so why be in a hurry to fry each other!" Ao Qing stretched out his hand and waved away the two children who were supporting, and sighed softly, "It's just that if you do this, it will inevitably have some meaning of seizing power and being offside, I'm afraid the dragon clan will be dissatisfied." ”

The little white dragon was silent in thought. Indeed, he has already considered this point, but in front of him, the situation forces him, and he must not do it.

"Lie'er, you can't be in a hurry in everything, it's just that just now, grandpa, I listened to your bold words, and deep down, I also have some feelings!"

"Ahh The little white dragon quickly raised his head, with some doubts in his heart, and looked at the old Ao Qing in front of him fixedly.

"That Ancestral Dragon Secret Order, can I take a closer look?"

"Okay!" The little white dragon hesitated slightly, reached out and took out the dragon blood jade pendant, and handed it over.

Ao Qing trembled and stretched out his hand to take it, carefully rubbing the dragon blood jade pendant, and couldn't help muttering for a long time: "Yes, I... I seem to feel the breath of the Dragon Ancestor and hear his call, this, this is indeed the secret order of the Ancestral Dragon!"

"Grandpa!" The little white dragon thought about it, wanted to say something, and stopped talking.

"Don't worry, I won't stop you!" Ao Qing rubbed it carefully for another moment before he trembled and handed the jade pendant to the little white dragon.

"I think when I was your age, I had ambitions, but unfortunately, I was completely torn apart and consumed by the ruthless years, and now I can see you again, it's good, it's good!" he said, he suddenly turned around and glanced at Ao Yan with some pity, and shook his head gently.