Qingming language: First of all, thank me for the valuable advice provided by readers such as Dao Xiaoyao, Funeral Love, and Pathetic Chinese, I will pay attention to absorbing and correcting, in addition, the New Year, this chapter was specially sent in the early morning, it is considered the first chapter of today, the picture is auspicious~ Everyone eats and drinks well, quack, there are only two chapters today, everyone look at the code words that are still hard for the Qingming New Year, come to collect, count tickets, and even comment ~!

Ziwei Daoist left the Three Immortals Island, went to the endless sea to find the treasure trove left before the fall of the ancestral dragon, along the way this guy was in a very comfortable mood, although the main surname of the Ziwei Daoist Geduo is inherited from the ancestral dragon, but the influence of the deity on this guy is not ordinarily large, combined with the ancestral dragon's insatiable greed, plus Zhang Zilong's kind of heavenly surname that regards treasure as life, well, it is simply to the realm of Grande children's shoes.

The treasure house of the ancestral dragon contains a large number of treasures, materials and spiritual roots obtained by the dragon clan in the search of the flood wilderness, although there are not many innate spiritual treasures, but the acquired treasures, innate materials are a lot, and they can be valued and collected by the ancestral dragon, which must have its special effects. Just thinking about it makes people's blood boil.

Ziwei Daoist flew to the sky above a dark sea area, it was the Xuanshui of the extremely cold land of heaven and earth, and several magic decisions were played in succession in his hands, and the golden light of the Dao Dao fell to the sea, and the cold Xuanshui slowly separated. Ziwei Dao's figure flashed and fell into the Xuan Shui.

At that time, the dragon and phoenix catastrophe, the ancestral dragon was also a person with hands and eyes to the sky, and he knew that people like him who should be robbed in the catastrophe could not survive at all, but there was a glimmer of life in the dark to guide his future resurrection, and he knew that after his death, he was usually filial, but the greedy dragon son and grandson of the heavenly surname would never let go of his little belongings.

Therefore, if you don't do anything, you will hide these magic weapons in the Xuanshui that the people of the water tribe can't reach, and when the time comes, you won't be afraid that you won't be able to get in.

No, before the next tribulation, the ancestral dragon was resurrected in another way, and this treasure could also come out early.

Under the Xuanshui, tens of thousands of miles deep in the deep sea, there is a crystal palace, shrouded in the dark Xuanshui, it can also emit a faint light, and after getting closer, you will find the legendary Dragon Crystal Palace, especially the Ancestral Dragon Lord's Crystal Palace. The whole body is made of innate material spar casting, and there are countless elixirs and strange stone flowers planted inside, although there is no vitality, but it also makes people involuntarily regard it as a fairyland.

Ziwei Daoist fell above the crystal palace, and saw a plaque on the huge palace gate, and the book "The Dragon Hall of the Ancestor of the Dao" was magnificent, looking at the familiar scene in this memory, a pair of dragon eyes couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Alas, I didn't expect that I would be able to return to my 'home' one day, and God treats me well!" sighed in his mouth, and forced out a drop of essence blood in his hand and landed on a stone in front of the palace gate.

The drop of blood spun for a long time, blending into the stone stele, and the stone stele instantly erupted with golden light, and the huge crystal palace also shook. The originally locked palace door also slowly opened, and a vast aura rushed towards him.

"Hey, I'll wipe it, isn't this a yin qi! How do you feel like Jinyizhuang!" Ziwei Daoren, who was blown by the cold air and made his scalp a little numb, couldn't stop slandering in his mouth, but he didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly walked into the palace gate.

If it is said that when a poor person is the happiest, it is of course the happiest when he lies on the mountain of gold and silver, and it cannot be said how vulgar this conclusion is, but if you ask a hundred of the poorest people in the world, half of them will have this answer, and the other half will be defenders, duplicitous.

Now Ziwei Daoren, or Zhang Zilong, who is far away in the Houtu tribe to make soy sauce, is also counted, and they are the happiest people. The scenery in the Crystal Palace really fascinated him, even if the ancestral dragon clone had seen it before.

The huge palace, all the stone slabs are paved with innate mythril, surrounded by coral fire trees and silver flowers, arranged one after another, a magnificent atmosphere lingers in the entire palace. Then there is the treasure room, there are dozens of innate level spiritual treasures that have not been heard of, hundreds of acquired treasures, all kinds of divine weapons, it is really only a dragon clan with a good treasure surname can accumulate such a family background!

Ziwei Daoren excitedly stroked each spiritual treasure, as if admiring a work of art, and suddenly an unfamiliar light caught his attention.

It stands to reason that these treasures are all hidden by his predecessor Ancestral Dragon, and there should be nothing unfamiliar to him, but he really doesn't know what kind of treasure that silver light emitted.

When I walked in, it turned out to be an egg! That's right, it was an egg! In this crystal palace under the mysterious water for thousands of years, he was kept alive because of the layer of gauze that wrapped him, but that layer of gauze was a familiar item of the ancestral dragon, that is, the thing of the dragon mother who was wiped out in the catastrophe by the ancestral dragon's wife! It was an innate spiritual treasure of creation, containing immeasurable vitality.

Somehow, when the Ziwei Dao people approached this egg, they had an inexplicable palpitation. Finally, he picked up the egg, and countless messages came from the veil wrapped in the silver egg.

After a long time, two lines of tears were printed on Ziwei Daoren's cheeks. It turned out that Zulong and the Dragon Mother loved each other and knew each other, but because the bloodline level was too high, there were no heirs, and I don't know if it was the will of heaven to make people, when the catastrophe was coming, the Dragon Mother actually felt that she was pregnant, but he didn't want to tell Zulong, because at that time, Zulong was preparing for war with all her might, and the Dragon Mother, who had cultivated to a high level, also knew that it was basically impossible for the couple to survive the catastrophe, and their own children, one less person knew about it, there was less possibility of being calculated.

A hundred years later, the Dragon Mother gave birth to a child in the dojo where she became enlightened on the pretext of retreat, and secretly hid in the Ancestral Dragon's Crystal Palace, as the ancestral dragon's wife, of course he knew that the ancestral dragon would have a glimmer of life, so he hid his child in his treasure trove and used his spiritual treasure to preserve the vitality, and after countless years, the father and daughter could also reunite.

The mother is the greatest in the world, and after hiding her child, the mother of dragons erased all the memories of her child from her soul, no matter how much her soul would be hurt.

"Alas... Xi'er, it's really hard for you!" The ancestral dragon memory of the Ziwei Daoist made him feel distressed, and the excitement of getting the baby was also smoothed out by this heartache.

Then it was replaced by the joy and awkwardness of being a first-time father, after all, Ziwei Dao is now Zhang Zilong, and too many feelings have been forgotten. Holding a fist-sized silver dragon egg, Ziwei Daoren looked at it cautiously, not to mention, with the surname of father and daughter, he really felt that there was a weak little female dragon sleeping inside.

"Hehe, good daughter, no matter what, you are the daughter of the poor Dao, that is, the daughter of the future prince of the heavenly court, hmm, then you are the princess of the heavenly court? quack, this is much more noble than the princess of the dragon clan, don't worry, no one will lose our daughter if we lose! Dad will definitely snatch the best thing in the world for you to play with!" Ziwei Daoren stroked the dragon egg in pieces, and the little princess in the dragon egg seemed to feel her father's favor, and she trembled slightly.

Then Ziwei Daoren used ** force to refine the Crystal Palace and put it into his body, which was originally his thing, but it didn't take much time.

Not to mention that he took the Crystal Palace and returned to the Three Immortals Island with a baby daughter who was accidentally discovered. Zhang Zilong, the deity of the Houtu tribe, has something to do at the moment, and there is no other reason, the golden crow is coming out!

Zhang Zilong, who had been in the Wu tribe to confirm his martial arts with the great witches and comprehend himself, suddenly received a transmission from his own teacher, Primordial Tianzun, with a total of just a few words: Big things can be planned! Zhang Zilong understood that this was a reminder that the Lich Tribulation had begun! The Sanqing Saints all gathered in the Splendid Heavenly Snail Palace at this moment, and discussed with Nuwa, in fact, it was to monitor Nuwa, so that she could not interfere in the Lich War. However, the two obscene saints in the West did the work of provoking, and the quasi-Tidao turned into a monk, luring the prince of Tanggu Jinwu into a flood and famine, and the catastrophe began!

Sure enough, soon Zhang Zilong felt an inexplicable heat coming from heaven and earth, and ten small suns suddenly appeared in the sky, which could be seen by those with great supernatural powers, it was the ten golden crow princes of the heavenly court, and the sun true fire was the same as Emperor Juntai.

Under the baking of ten golden crows, the desolate land emitted bursts of green smoke, countless rivers dried up, strange flowers and plants withered, the great supernatural or the witch clan was fine, at most it was a dry mouth, but the weak human race was not good, and people kept being baked to death, which made the great witches of the Houtu tribe who had always gotten along well with the human race, and even intermarried with each other, angry.

Kuafu immediately picked up his earth spirit staff, and rushed towards the golden crow with a shout, and when Hou Yi saw it, he asked Chang'e to do it, and chased after him with Zhang Zilong.

It is that: what is the reason for the ten days, and the desolate human race is in trouble again. In ancient times, there was a praise of the father's bravery, and there was also a Yi God who shot the golden crow.

Emperor Jun Taiyi, the poor Dao is probably going to be sorry for you, the body of the Golden Crow Prince is going to be accepted, quack, it will be a bumper harvest!