Volume 1: The Great Tribulation of Longhan Chapter 16: The wind and clouds move, and the shape appears
Just as Mingyu was working hard to reach the Golden Immortal realm, undercurrents were surging in the prehistoric world.
East China Sea.
A giant, colorless, transparent crystal palace stands majestically in the underwater world.
Inside the main hall of the Crystal Palace, Qinglong, the second ancestor of the dragon clan, sat on the dragon throne.
Qinglong has a resolute face and deep eyes. He exudes a powerful aura and seems to look down on the world.
After the second war among the three tribes ended, perhaps because he was seriously injured, or perhaps to seek a breakthrough, Zulong went into seclusion to practice and no longer cared about the affairs of the dragon tribe.
The power of the dragon clan is held by the Azure Dragon.
Of course, after Qinglong came to power, he did not handle all the affairs of the Dragon Clan, big or small. Instead, he delegated power to the Dragon Clan elders and the patriarchs of various tribes that relied on the Dragon Clan to handle affairs.
He would come out once every fifty thousand years and take a hundred years to make an overall decision.
Unexpectedly, the first person to visit him when he left the country was his son.
At this time, the Azure Dragon lowered his head, and the Dragon King, dressed in black armor and holding a halberd, knelt on one knee on the ground with an iron-blooded and murderous aura.
This was none other than Cang Xuan who had been trapped in the wilderness.
Not only has his injuries healed, but he has also turned a disaster into a blessing and his cultivation has reached a higher level, reaching the ninth level of Daluo!
He is not a pure-blooded dragon, his mother is a prehistoric black water snake.
But he perfectly inherited the blood of the Black Snake and the Azure Dragon, and his own talent is no less than that of a pure-blooded real dragon.
"Tell me, what's the matter with you?"
Qinglong looked at Cangxuan in front of him with a slightly appreciative look. He was quite satisfied with his son.
"Your Majesty, I am here because of the repeated attacks and murders of our Dragon Clan members who have been away from home over the past fifty thousand years."
As soon as Cang Xuan finished speaking, he felt the mighty dragon power coming towards him. The dragon body under the black armor was tense, and he almost lost control of the halberd in his hand.
"speak!"
Qinglong uttered a word, but it was as cold as the deep sea black ice that had existed for billions of years.
So Cang Xuan reported to Qinglong in detail about how he and Bai Heng of the Qilin clan were attacked by the Black Robe Man, as well as about the attacks on their clansmen in the past fifty thousand years.
After finishing his report, Cang Xuan knelt on one knee on the ground without saying a word, his fighting spirit becoming even .
After listening to this, Qinglong, who was sitting on the dragon throne, had a calm expression, but his eyes became more profound.
"His Majesty!"
At this time, Prime Minister Turtle, seven elders of the Dragon Clan, and dozens of patriarchs of major clans that were affiliated with the Dragon Clan came together.
What they reported was that people from various ethnic groups were attacked and killed.
Except for Prime Minister Turtle and two of the elders, the other elders and dozens of clan leaders did not mention the black robe, but only said that it was the work of the Qilin and Phoenix tribes.
Qinglong listened to the reports one by one, and then closed his eyes slightly.
For a moment, there was no sound in the hall, and it fell into silence.
Suddenly Qinglong opened his eyes, took out a dragon seal, and appeared above the Crystal Palace.
On the huge crystal palace, there is an incomparably huge golden nine-clawed dragon perched, its dragon scales shining brightly.
This is something formed by the interweaving of the dragon clan's luck, the golden dragon of luck!
The Azure Dragon threw the Dragon Seal in his hand, and the Golden Dragon of Luck opened its mouth and caught it.
Thousands of auspicious and strange phenomena suddenly appeared.
The blue giant whale of fortune, the green divine turtle of fortune, the red giant snake of fortune, the purple shark of fortune...the visions of fortune of thousands of subordinate tribes of the dragon clan appeared one after another.
The luck of all races with different colors is like thousands of torrents, and then all the streams return to the sea, and endless luck gathers on the golden dragon of luck.
However, compared with the past, the tiny gray particles that were originally mixed in the torrent of luck of all races are actually increasing.
After these gray particles gathered on the Golden Dragon of Fortune, the gray particles began to expand beneath the golden dragon's brilliant scales, and some areas had even formed plaques.
Qinglong looked at the spots on the body of the Golden Dragon of Fortune with a solemn expression.
The gray particles are the result of calamity energy.
The dragon clan, the qilin clan, and the phoenix clan fought for supremacy and killed all the clans . The coexistence of calamity and death was inevitable.
But I didn't expect that in just 50,000 years the calamity and death energy would be so dense.
"It seems that the bugs in the dark are unwilling to give up."
Then Qinglong sneered.
The Phoenix and Kirin tribes may be fanning the flames. Although the war among the three tribes is over, the small frictions and local fights among the three tribes will never stop.
But they will not want to shake the foundation in such a short time like now, unless the two races want to start another war!
Qinglong waved his hand and took out the dragon seal, and thousands of images disappeared into the void.
Then he appeared in the hall.
"You guys please step back for now."
Qinglong faced the dragon throne with his back to the crowd.
"yes!"
Prime Minister Cang Xuangui, the elders of the Dragon Clan and the chiefs of various clans all retreated.
The immortal volcano in the south of the sky, Phoenix Terrace.
The chiefs of the four tribes of Phoenix, namely, the 鹓鶵, the 鸿虎 and the 青路, are reporting to Ling Guang, the chief of the 朱鸟 tribe, who is in charge of all the affairs of the Phoenix tribe.
Ling Guang was looking at the Phoenix Terrace and the majestic Phoenix of Fortune on the sacred Wutong tree.
Thousands of birds flock to the Phoenix, and their luck flows into every feather of the Phoenix.
However, under the bright feathers of the Phoenix, gray calamity energy was also growing rapidly.
To the west of Buzhou is the Holy Qilin Cliff.
The patriarchs of dozens of major tribes belonging to the Qilin clan, including the Nine-Headed Lion, Nine-Colored Deer, Pegasus, and Cang Niu... also came together to pay homage to the acting patriarch, Mo Lin Huang, one of the ancestors of the Qilin clan.
Emperor Mo Lin looked at the Qilin of destiny, who was standing on the auspicious clouds and receiving the worship of all the beasts, for a long time without saying a word.
He paced back and forth on the Holy Cliff, thinking for a long time.
Finally, he descended the Qilin Holy Cliff and headed towards the White Tiger Sacred Mountain to look for the White Tiger Chieftain and his soldiers.
Not long after, a green shadow appeared from the East China Sea heading towards the chaotic void, red light from the Immortal Volcano in the south of the sky shot up into the sky, and a white tiger to the west of Buzhou ascended to the sky.
With the return of the three.
The East Sea Ten Thousand Dragon Bell rang, and all the dragons gathered in the East Sea;
The Phoenix Order of the South appeared, summoning birds from all over the world;
The Western Qilin drum was beating, the sound of the drum shook the earth and the beasts ran to the Holy Cliff.
The three ancient tribes of prehistoric times are summoning their strongest men in a grand manner.
Some of the ancient sacred gods applauded, thinking that a war among the three tribes was about to break out; some frowned, secretly calculating the actions of the three tribes; some simply stayed indoors, ignoring what was happening in the outside world.
There was no special reaction in Fengqi Mountain to the great movement of the three tribes.
Because Fuxi was in seclusion, Nuwa was away on a long journey, Mingyu was busy transforming, and Jinfeng was sleeping on the paulownia tree.
Suddenly, in the Fengqi Valley, a handsome green phoenix rose into the sky, carrying the sun and moon on its back, and uttered bursts of phoenix calls.
Then a halo rose into the air, with the mighty force of life and the mysterious and yellow light embedded in it.
Then, the phantom of the blue phoenix merged with the halo of life, on which the sun and the moon were engraved, and the blue phoenix danced.
Then the halo shrank and turned into a bracelet.
He fell back into Fengqi Valley and was caught by one hand.
Mingyu had already been promoted to a Golden Immortal at this time and transformed himself.
Under the Tree of Life, there stood a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in white, with clear eyes, a straight nose, a slightly raised chin, and fair skin. When he smiled, his white teeth were exposed, and he looked very sunny.
Mingyu clapped her hands happily up and down and turned back and forth.
It finally took shape!
