Honghuang: I, Huanglong, refine the heavens and do not join the Chan sect

West Sea Dragon Palace.

In a golden light, Huang Long and the Dragon King of the West Sea appeared at the place where they disappeared.

"This is..."

At this time, Huang Long had time to check the gift sent by Zulong.

At first, he thought it was a blood-red gem, some special treasure.

But now, after a closer look, he found that it was not a gem at all, but a drop of bright red blood!

This drop of blood seemed to contain endless space. Through the surface of the blood, a giant dragon could be vaguely seen soaring in it.

Even if he just held this drop of blood, Huang Long felt warm, and his roots were getting stronger.

The body size was getting bigger, the scales were harder, the dragon horns were more mysterious, and the blood was purer.

Obviously, this drop of blood was a supreme treasure for the dragon clan.

"Zulong Essence Blood?!"

The exclamation of the Dragon King of the West Sea revealed the name of this thing, and his face was full of shock.

Zulong would actually give such a precious thing? Does he think so highly of Huang Long?

But on second thought, isn't it normal for Zu Long to think highly of Huang Long?

Since the ancient catastrophe, Huang Long has made substantial progress in repairing the sea eye, making the situation of the dragon clan better.

If nothing unexpected happens, whether the dragon clan can repair more sea eyes in the future depends on whether Huang Long can come up with a new plan.

If it weren't for the position of the Dragon King of the Four Seas, it would be more of a constraint nowadays. Ao Run, the Dragon King of the West Sea, would have wanted to abdicate and hand over the position of the Dragon King of the West Sea to Huang Long.

Even if he couldn't hand over the position of the Dragon King of the West Sea, Ao Run made up his mind at this time.

No matter what Huang Long wanted to do, he would let the West Sea cooperate, and the same was true for the East Sea, South Sea and North Sea.

Of course, the premise is that he couldn't do anything that would harm the dragon clan, but...

How could Huang Long do anything that would harm the dragon clan?

The Dragon King of the West Sea shook his head and smiled, then explained:

"Friend Huang Long, this is the blood of the Ancestral Dragon. For most creatures, it is a highly toxic substance that can damage their roots, but for all creatures with scales and armor, it is a supreme spiritual object."

"After refining it, your roots can be greatly improved. Our Four Seas Dragon Kings have achieved what they have today because of the blood of the Ancestral Dragon."

"According to the Ancestral Dragon, our Four Seas Dragon Kings have not brought the blood of the Ancestral Dragon to its full potential. If supplemented with special natural treasures and mysterious body-building techniques, it may be possible to refine the body to the level of the Ancestral Dragon."

At this point, the Dragon King of the West Sea looked at Huang Long meaningfully.

The scene of Huang Long's tribulation at the time still impressed the Dragon King of the West Sea.

Even the dragons with the strongest bodies, when they just became Daluo Jinxian, their body length was only one or two thousand feet.

However, Huang Long practiced his skills in the thunderbolt, and before he completely survived the heavenly tribulation, his body length had already reached more than 3,000 feet, which means that the skills he practiced were not ordinary.

If there are enough opportunities in the future, perhaps one day in the future, his physique will be close to or even reach the level of the Ancestral Dragon.

"Ancestral Dragon's blood..."

Looking at the blood in his hand, Huang Long's face showed a thoughtful look.

I don't know if the blood of the Ancestral Dragon can be refined using the Yuan-swallowing Gourd. If it can, maybe it can really reach the realm that the Dragon King of the West Sea said...

Huang Long no longer thought about it and put this drop of blood into the Yuan-swallowing Gourd. Regardless of whether it can be refined, it will not be wrong to try it.

Afterwards, Huang Long stayed in the Dragon Palace of the West Sea for another hundred years, and then said goodbye to the Dragon King of the West Sea and left.

Now it is estimated that there is not much time left before the second sermon of the Saint Hongjun ends.

Huang Long plans to take advantage of this moment to enter the chaos outside the sky and collect some chaotic energy to plant the innate gourd vine.

If the Xiantian gourd vine can be restored to its original source, it may be able to produce gourds again.

Even if it cannot, the Xiantian gourd vine, as a top-grade innate spiritual root, also has the function of changing the surrounding environment after restoring its origin, making the spiritual energy of Yunmeng Fairy Island more abundant and turning it into a more superior cave paradise.

The creatures living in it can better comprehend the Tao and practice more smoothly.

There are too many secrets in Huang Long. In order to avoid some unnecessary accidents, he must take advantage of Hongjun's preaching before he finishes, fly out of the sky as soon as possible, enter the chaos, and collect some chaos energy back.

Before leaving, Huang Long also asked the Dragon King of the West Sea for some innate mirage gas, intending to refine it into source liquid to help the innate mirage gas on Yunmeng Fairy Island restore its origin and transform into an innate sacred.

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Zixiao Palace.

As Hongjun's teachings became more and more profound, more and more powerful people broke away from the state of enlightenment and took advantage of the unique environment of Zixiao Palace.

They were either refining their magic power to stabilize their realm, or cultivating their magical powers to improve their combat power. No one of them left the stage early.

Now the second sermon was coming to an end. Apart from the six people on the cushion, only Donghuang Taiyi, Dijun, Xiwangmu, Kunpeng and other famous great powers in the prehistoric world were still immersed in enlightenment.

Sage Hongjun sat on the high platform. He did not make any more explanations because some people could not keep up with what he said.

He was not happy because Sanqing and others were able to pass on the great way. He still talked about the way to sainthood at his own pace.

As for the trivial matter of a figure flying from the prehistoric world into the chaos, he did not waste his energy to pay attention to it.

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In the chaos.

There is no space or time in the chaos. If you go deeper rashly, you may get lost in the chaos.

Huang Long has always been cautious and calm. Naturally, he would not do such a thing with many uncertainties when Hongjun's second sermon was about to end.

So, he stood on the edge of the chaos and used the magical power of the world in his sleeve to collect the surrounding chaos.

With his current cultivation, it only took more than a hundred years to collect a large amount of chaos, enough to keep the Xiantian gourd vine alive for the next tens of thousands of years.

But just as he was about to leave, the Xiantian gourd vine in his sleeve seemed to sense something and suddenly trembled slightly in one direction, sending a sense of joy.

"Is there what you need there?"

Huang Long frowned slightly. If he followed the guidance of the Xiantian gourd vine and went deeper into the chaos, he would not have to worry too much about getting lost.

But now there is not much time left. If he goes deeper into the chaos again, I am afraid that some unnecessary variables will arise.

But opportunities are hard to come by, and if you give up this time, you may never get this opportunity again.

"If you don't get this opportunity after a thousand years, then you have no chance to get it."

After thinking for a while, Huang Long calculated the time in his mind and planned to spend another thousand years in the chaos.

If he still didn't get that opportunity after a thousand years, he would turn around and leave without staying any longer.

Then, he flew towards the depths of the chaos in the direction indicated by the Xiantian gourd vine.