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

Nu Wa and Hou Tu sat across from Ye Long, looking nervous.

now.

The closer you get to Ye Long, the more clearly you can feel it.

On Ye Long's clone of 'Li Xiaoyao', the continuous vicissitudes of life are rushing towards his face.

The pressure made the two of them a little out of breath, making them extremely uncomfortable, as if they were sitting on pins and needles.

Ye Long raised his hand, poured a cup of tea for each of them, and then rubbed his hands together.

He asked:
"Senior Houtu, don't rush to realize it, I want to ask you, what is the relationship between Senior Zhurong and Senior Gonggong now?"

After listening to Ye Long's words, that kind of oppressive force.

Even at this moment, it disappeared without a trace.

Houtu only felt his whole body being baptized by layers of inexplicable forces, and the discomfort completely subsided.

Look at the desktop, and you see it.

In the teacup.

That cup of tea is like water taken from the long river of time, full of vicissitudes of life, containing the momentum of swallowing the sky and the universe, majestic and endless.

Houtu didn't dare to be careless, and quickly said:
"The two of my clan have always been at odds, but due to the battle with the monster clan, so although there are conflicts on weekdays, they don't see each other very often."

"It's good not to meet, it's good not to meet!"

After hearing this, Ye Long couldn't help muttering.

A happy face.

Immediately afterwards, he continued: "In recent days, the battle between you and the Yaozu should be extremely fierce, and they should not be able to see each other, right?"

After listening to Ye Long's words.

Nu Wa couldn't help frowning beside her.

In my mind, it seems to be a scene of flooding.

It reappeared again, and my heart suddenly became enlightened.

"Could it be that the flood has something to do with Gong Gong and Zhu Rong?"

Thinking of this, Nuwa didn't speak, but just glanced at Ye Long lightly.

At this moment, Ye Long picked up the teacup on the table and drank it.

Houtu's voice sounded again:
"Our twelve ancestor witches gather once every ten thousand years..."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Before he had a sip of tea, he heard Houtu's words.

Ye Long sprayed it out on the spot.

Because it was too fast, Nuwa and Houtu were sprayed on the face on the spot.

Hou Tu's face was stained with some tea leaves.

Seeing this, Ye Long quickly apologized and said with a smile:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was careless, I was careless, are you all right?"

While speaking, Ye Long stretched out his hand to wipe it off.

But the next moment, he saw something and froze in place.

……

……

However, Nuwa and Houtu caused great waves in their hearts.

What's going on, you need to know as a saint and quasi-saint.

There is a protective aura around them, ordinary attacks, not to mention touching, even if they want to get close to their bodies.

It's all extremely difficult, but just now.

At the moment when the sip of water sprayed out, it seemed like a long river was pouring.

All of a sudden, the body-protecting energy of the two of them was directly washed away.

With a turbulent aura, he rushed towards the two of them.

Nuwa and Houtu were frightened silly on the spot.

Sweat had soaked their backs before they knew it.

in the air.

The faint fragrance dissipated, and the two sat upright.

It wasn't until Ye Long raised his hand that he felt relieved.

Completely ignoring his image, he panted heavily, his face flushed.

Ye Long was dumbfounded, and the two dared not say anything more.

He waved his hand casually, washing away the filth all over his body.

Seeing this, Ye Long was puzzled.

But still smiled awkwardly.

"I'm really sorry. I thought of something and I couldn't hold it back. Don't be offended by the two seniors."

The two looked at each other.

Deep down in his heart, he was even more shocked by Ye Long's strength.

Not daring to say much, just chuckled and nodded repeatedly.

Nuwa and Houtu dared not speak.

It's also not easy for Ye Long to speak casually.

That's it, looking at each other for a while.

The atmosphere became a little awkward.

Ye Long blinked his eyes and said:
"Well, drink tea, drink tea, it's not good to fight and kill all day, and, senior Houtu, next time you meet senior Zhu Rong and senior Gong Gong, you must remind them that it's okay to fight, but don't Come to Buzhou Mountain."

At this moment, Ye Long had no choice, after all, he sprayed him all over the face.

It can only imply that the back soil is gone, and I hope this way.

Be able to keep your dojo.

Otherwise, it's time to change places again.

After Houtu heard this, although he didn't understand why, he nodded slightly.

But hearing these words in Nuwa's ears, the meaning changed completely.

Nüwa looked puzzled, nodded quickly and said:
"Thank you senior for your guidance. The junior has learned something. Today, I will bid farewell. I will talk to senior again in the future."

Because she thought of the structure of Buzhou Mountain and the demon court of the demon clan.

I thought of the scene of the flood, and the miserable posture of the prehistoric creatures.

For a moment, I was shocked.

She decided to make preparations early to seek a chance for the common people in the world.

Find a way to mend the sky.

……

Seeing this, Ye Long was also taken aback for a moment.

After Nuwa left.

Houtu no longer paused.

Hasty farewell.

What Ye Long did was a little inexplicable.

However, he never took it to heart.

Put away the untouched teacup on the table, thinking it was the two who disliked their saliva.

Drink it on your own, and continue to retreat!
……

……

In the west, there are two figures sitting cross-legged facing each other.

In the middle is a table with a teapot on top of the table.

Two cups of tea were placed in front of the two of them.

One of these two people was wearing yellow clothes and the other was wearing white clothes, and the whole body exuded a halo of Taoism.

At a glance, it can be seen that it is extremely extraordinary.

It is the reception and quasi-promotion.

On the faces of the two, with a somewhat sad look, they quietly watched the distant eastern continent.

no way.

poor.

In order to become a saint, he signed countless IOUs with Tian Tiandao, and owed tens of thousands of ambitions.

How difficult it is to complete.

Although Western religion has been established today, its disciples are pitifully few.

After a long time, the old man in yellow Zhunti looked at the old man in white to greet him, and said:
"Brother Jieyin, if this continues, it will fail sooner or later. I think the Eastern Continent is destined for me!"

Listen to it.

In the eyes, a little bright color flashed.

"Good, brother may have a good plan."

Zhunti's expression turned pale when he saw Jieying talking like this.

Smile.

"The Donghuang and Dijun brothers are united as one. Of course we can't fight for it, but the twelve ancestor witches can fight for it."

"In my opinion, they are all predestined people!"

While speaking, Zhunti looked at Jieyin with a strange smile in his eyes.

After receiving the introduction, he was also taken aback.

After careful consideration.

I found that it was exactly as Zhunti said.

The relationship between the twelve ancestral witches appeared to be harmonious on the surface.

But behind the scenes, there are many infighting.

If it weren't for this, it wouldn't be too late to take down the Demon Court.

The demon court is certainly powerful.

However, it is also a quantitative advantage.

Thinking of this, Jieyin asked softly:

"Good, who?"

Zhunti chuckled, and looked at the tea on the table!

"he!"

Jieyin followed Zhunti's gaze, and happened to see the teacup on the table, his eyes lit up involuntarily.

"Co-workers?"

Zhunti chuckled and said: "Fated people, predestined people, predestined people will create opportunities for us."

between speeches.

Zhunti raised his eyebrows lightly, his face filled with an inexplicable sense of confidence.

Picking up the teacup on the table, he took a sip.

After answering the call.Also has a smile on his face.

Tut tut.

……

at the same time.

Ye Long himself finally successfully integrated Nanming Lihuo into the Hunyuan Lotus Breath.

Suddenly.

The entire dojo.

The aura of Hunyuan lotus began to rise.

The Tai Chi diagram between the avatar and the deity began to rotate at a high speed.

On Buzhou Mountain, countless creatures felt a terrifying aura, which slowly spread.

……