Honghuang: After hundreds of millions of years of retreat, I became the ancestor of the dragon clan

"Sister, look, it looks like a small clock! There seems to be a bird inside the small clock!" Xiao Shen's words of surprise sounded, and his eyes were full of joy, looking at the three-legged Jinwu, and continued:
"That little bird looks so pitiful, let's go get him in!"

"The master said that the outside world is extremely dangerous. Let's just open a small corner and put this little clock in for the time being. We will make a decision on the specific matters after the master wakes up." While thinking about it, Xiao Teng spoke softly In a word, I became wary of the Donghuang Bell not far away and the orphans of the monster clan inside the Donghuang Bell.

Following her words, with a slight wave towards the outside of the dojo, the dojo opened up the tip of the iceberg, which was the authority Ye Long gave them.

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Outside the dojo, the Golden Crow fell on the edge of the dojo, looking at the majestic dojo in horror, his eyes were full of horror.

He didn't understand how there could be such a magnificent area in the world. Just outside the dojo, he could feel the vicissitudes of life in the dojo.

Even, faintly, he could still feel that his soul, which was about to perish, seemed to be sheltered by the dojo, and it was completely stabilized. It seemed that this dojo did not belong to the prehistoric land. One glance gave birth to a feeling of smallness and paleness.

It was a feeling of helplessness that came from deep within.

It seemed that facing the extremely majestic dojo in front of him, he would fall down just by taking a look.

But it was such a majestic dojo, which seemed to have pierced through thousands of years, and made his broken spirit stabilize at this moment.

The three-legged Jinwu hadn't recovered yet.

But I heard Xiao Shen's quiet voice:

"You bird, hide in first, wait for the master to wake up, and make a decision!"

At the same time as he heard the sound, the ashram opened the tip of the iceberg towards him, and as the tip of the iceberg opened, the three-legged Golden Crow clearly felt a majestic spiritual energy gushing out from the ashram. Like a torrent of spiritual energy, it washed over the Chaos Clock in an instant, extinguishing the endless power of annihilation together.

"This……"

The three-legged Golden Crow was shocked deep inside, without any reaction, it was just sucked in by the dojo.

The three-legged Golden Crow was thrown onto the ground, while the Eastern Emperor Bell fell into Xiaoteng's hands.

"This bell is really cute. When the master wakes up, I will hand it over to the master."

Xiao Teng glanced at the three-legged Golden Crow lying on the ground and passed out, and then at the Eastern Emperor Bell in his hand. With an inexplicable smile on his face, he pinned the Eastern Emperor Bell on his waist above the gourd.

"Sister, what about this little guy?"

Xiao Shen glanced at the three-legged Golden Crow curiously, and asked a question.

"It looks like he should be stable. It's fine. Let him recuperate here."

Xiao Teng smiled lightly in response.

Immediately afterwards, the two little guys happily walked towards the depths of the dojo, leaving behind the fainted three-legged Golden Crow Primordial Spirit to heal quietly.

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At the same time, thousands of streams of light escaped from the dojo, and from the membrane outside Ye Long's dojo, starlight often escaped, which was very dazzling.

Looking towards Ye Long Dojo from the prehistoric land, at this moment, faintly, Ye Long Dojo can also be seen, like stars, flickering and dimming.

If you observe carefully, you can also feel a little extraordinary meaning in it.

It seems that this starlight is mixed with an inexplicable energy.

This kind of energy does not belong to the prehistoric land, but it contains an inexplicable law.

It seems that in the dark, there is its own celestial phenomenon, which is consistent with the trajectory of the prehistoric, but different.

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In the prehistoric continent, Ye Long's reputation spread quietly among the human race, especially in the dojo, where tens of thousands of people brought millions of spiritual treasures, which was equivalent to giving the human race a king bomb in an instant. start.

Combined with the Jindan Dao taught by the Master of Tongtian.

All of a sudden, the human race prospered.

Bai Ze even guided the human race, using Ye Long's body as the prototype, drew a totem belonging to the human race, and built a sculpture belonging to Ye Long on the vast wild land.

With the prosperity of the human race, the food began to be sufficient, and the excess food began to worship Yelong. All of a sudden, it became popular among all the tribes of the human race. Whose dragon totem is huge, it represents the strength of the tribe. There are a lot of supplies for family sacrifices, which also represents the prosperity of the tribe.

And the strange thing is, I don't know if it's a coincidence or what, often the tribe with the huge dragon totem will become more prosperous, the members of the tribe will be extraordinarily strong, and the progress of the tribe's expansion will be faster, and the overall strength will naturally It is a certain gap with the weak and small tribes.

Under the virtuous circle, Ye Long's reputation began to become a household name from the mouths of the prehistoric humans.

In this process, the Dragon Race also became a certain belief of the Human Race.

And in the dojo where Ye Long was, there were many inexplicable powers, which were slowly injected into it.

The time for Ye Long to comprehend the four phenomena is also constantly speeding up during this process.

Unknowingly, a hundred years in a hurry, fleeting.

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In the Hall of Reincarnation, in a majestic temple.

Dressed in a light veil, with a beautiful appearance, with a little bit of starlight in her brows, the noble lady Ping Xin, who is sitting high above the hall, is staring at the unexpected visitor not far away with serious eyes.

"Sister Houtu, you've been neighbors all these years, I didn't say that, you've gone too far."

An old man in a blood robe with two swords in his arms, sitting in an 8000 million li nether sea of ​​blood, standing in the hall of reincarnation, staring at Empress Houtu Pingxin, who had turned into reincarnation, with no expression of fear on his face, loudly scolded, eyes full of With bursts of killing intent.

All over the body, the pressure of the quasi-sage is fully displayed, and the blood-colored sword in his arms bursts out with an endless murderous aura that destroys everything!
This blood-robed old man is the Lord of the Nether Blood Sea, an innate creature, and the Patriarch of Styx.

He is an innate creature transformed from Pangu's dirty blood, and he is also one of the few great supernatural beings in this world.

In the past, after seeing the magnificent scene of Nuwa creating human beings, he imitated Nuwa and shaped the Asura clan. He obtained the merits of heavenly generals, although it was not enough to become a saint, but it was also a good fortune.

Later, because of Sanqing's testimony, he established the Ashura religion again and gained endless merit, but he still couldn't become a saint.

In addition, when chasing Hongyun back then, not only did he not get any benefits, but he got injured all over his body. Over the years, he hid in the sea of ​​blood in the netherworld, constantly strengthening himself, repairing his injuries, and not caring about worldly affairs. , but saw the Reincarnation Hall straddling the nether sea of ​​blood, and immediately became furious.

How can he, who is the pinnacle of the quasi-sage, endure this!
Then, in a rage, he rushed directly into the hall of reincarnation, wanting to find Houtu's theory.

"Why, the main body didn't dare to come, so he sent a Blood Sea clone to my hall, so clamoring, what is the so-called? Could it be that you think that my brothers have fallen one after another, so you can bully me at will?" Empress Pingxin frowned slightly, staring at Patriarch Styx in front of him had a look of displeasure in his eyes.

Over the years, reincarnation has been established, but there is a sea of ​​blood under him, and there has been no movement for a long time, but at this moment, the lich has ended, and when Pingxin is sad, who would have thought that this old ghost would run into the hall of reincarnation to cause trouble.