Hong Huang: I, Zhen Yuanzi, was forced to marry at the beginning

Chapter 027 Zulong, what a talent

Parents love their children deeply, and they have far-reaching plans for it!

Zulong's love for the nine-clawed purple gold dragon is not on the lips, but on the ground.

"Then what is the bloodline secret method you mentioned?"

Zhen Yuanzi refused to comment on this, and simply changed the topic.

Naturally, the Nine-Clawed Purple Gold Dragon didn't bother, and explained the secret art of blood in detail.

To put it bluntly, the secret art of blood is just a sentence to the extreme.

That is……

Only you can defeat yourself!

This sentence sounds like nonsense.

In fact, it tells the most important evolutionary point of life.

will!

People in later generations often say that cultivating immortals and seeking the Tao is fighting for fate with the sky.

If you don't have a firm will, you will only choose to give up powerlessly after setbacks again and again!

That's true.

Don't you see, even though he knew that he would perish and transform everything, Pangu still insisted on opening the sky.

In this way, there is today's splendid prehistoric world.

From this point of view, Pangu lost and also won!

Inspired by this, Zulong merged blood and will into a secret method.

The reason why he fused other bloodlines that were far inferior to his own was to stimulate the unyielding will in the bloodline.

In this way, there is a slight possibility of breaking through the shackles of the original bloodline.

"So, you're not sure if the bloodline secret technique will succeed in the end?"

Zhen Yuanzi frowned when he heard this.

"that……"

The Nine-clawed Purple Gold Dragon could vaguely sense Zhen Yuanzi's imminent outburst of anger, but would he dare to lie to his face?

The answer is, dare not!

Seeing him hesitating so much, Zhen Yuanzi still didn't understand.

Boom!

At that moment, a heavy punch hit him on the head.

Nine-clawed Zijinlong only felt a buzzing in his head, and it took him a while to recover.

Fortunately, although Zhen Yuanzi was angry, he didn't strike harshly, he just taught him a symbolic lesson.

Afterwards, the nine-clawed purple gold dragon explained the core points of the bloodline secret technique.

Fusion!

This kind of fusion should be compatible with the blood of both parties, and it is best to be an innate thing, which can better stimulate the hidden will to fight.

In this way, he also barely straightened out the secret art of blood.

The Hualong Pond of the Dragon Clan is the fusion product left by the Zulong.

And Yuelongmen is the key to activate the secret art of blood.

Jump over, stimulate the bloodline breakthrough, and evolve into a pure blood dragon.

Can't jump, the blood has been stimulated to reach its own limit.

It's not a loss anyway!

After figuring out the truth about the secret art of blood, Zhen Yuanzi couldn't help sighing.

Zulong, what a talent!

It really is not easy to become the leader of the three innate clans!

and many more!

Zhen Yuanzi, who was sighing just a second ago, suddenly caught a blind spot.

In other words, if a suitable innate fusion product is found, he and Houtu's descendants have a chance to break through the shackles of Pangu's bloodline!

Even if it fails in the end, it will reach the limit of Pan Gu's bloodline!

that……

At this moment, they have returned to the boundary of Wuzhuang Temple.

I can see the ginseng fruit trees in the backyard from a distance.

Click!

A thunder flashed in my heart.

Snapped!

Zhen Yuanzi slapped his thigh suddenly, and it turned into a stream of light and shot to the backyard.

With a flash of golden light in his hand, the golden striker struck down thirteen ginseng fruits.

Immediately, he returned to the Nine-Clawed Purple Gold Dragon.

Give the Nine-clawed Zijinlong a simple formation board, which can temporarily control the large formation outside the Wuzhuang Temple, and tell him to be careful about his house, while he himself urges the Chaos Orb to hide his figure.

The next moment, he escaped into the ground.

After going around the ground a few times, he headed to Buzhou Mountain.

Not long after, the Pangu Palace was crowded with people.

"Brother-in-law, you are finally back!"

"Recently, the monster race..."

Seeing Zhen Yuanzi, the Twelve Patriarchal Witches couldn't help pouring out their bitterness.

When Zhen Yuanzi heard their complaints, he was not impatient, but listened attentively.

Hou Tu felt that something was wrong with Zhen Yuanzi, and secretly tugged on the corner of his clothes.

"Husband, what's wrong with you?"

Houtu asked cautiously, afraid that it was the complaints from his older brothers and sisters that made him unhappy.

Zhen Yuanzi grabbed Houtu's little hand and played wantonly.

In normal times, such a couple's fun, although Houtu is embarrassed, it's nothing.

But now in front of her brothers and sisters, her pretty face is also blushing.

How could this change escape the eyes of the rest of the ancestral witches.

For a while, they stopped talking, and just looked at the two people who showed their affection strangely.

The voice suddenly disappeared, and Houtu looked up again, feeling even more ashamed.

"It's all your fault!"

Houtu angrily slapped Zhen Yuanzi's mischievous big hand away.

Seeing that they were quiet, Zhen Yuanzi said calmly, "I know everyone is very angry recently, isn't this good news for you?"

"What good news?"

Di Jiang was the eldest brother, and took the initiative to take over the conversation.

Zhen Yuanzi wiped his hand in front of his face, and thirteen ginseng fruits that looked like three dynasties appeared in front of the ancestral witches.

Uh?

This is the good news you said?

The Twelve Patriarchal Witches were at a loss.

Previously, Houtu and Xuanming went to Wuzhuang Temple to learn to sort out the earth's veins, and brought them ginseng fruit when they came back.

Although this fruit is good to eat, is it time to eat the fruit now?

Zhen Yuanzi immediately passed on the secret method of the ancestor dragon's blood to the twelve ancestor witches.

Originally, Zhen Yuanzi was also worried that the Twelve Ancestral Witches would not be able to find the fusion, which would stimulate the hidden will to fight in Pangu's bloodline.

So he picked twelve ginseng fruits and asked them all to try.

As a result, he heard the complaints from the ancestral witches as soon as the front foot arrived, so he didn't worry at all.

Even if there was no fusion to stimulate the fusion of blood and will, the Twelve Ancestral Witches never gave up fighting against the sky.

To put it bluntly, this is Pan Gu's will completely integrated into the blood!

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were overjoyed.

Just as Zhen Yuanzi thought.

Among their brothers and sisters, as long as there is a successful breakthrough, then the Wu Clan will have nothing to worry about!

Even if they fail, they have reached the limit of Pangu's bloodline, will the Yaozu dare to offend them?

Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin looked at each other and immediately made a decision.

"Okay, since that's the case, let's go back and practice the secret art of blood!"

"Fight for the next time the Yaozu provokes again, give them a head-on blow!"

After Di Jiang's words fell, he raised his hand and pushed the ginseng fruit to every ancestor witch.

With this push, Di Jiang discovered that there was an extra ginseng fruit.

Di Jiang didn't believe that Zhen Yuanzi would make a mistake, there must be other arrangements.

Zhen Yuanzi received Di Jiang's questioning eyes, turned to Houtu, and said, "The Nine-Clawed Purple Gold Dragon said that the success of this bloodline secret technique is uncertain, so I want to try more with Houtu!"

Before the rest of the ancestral witches could understand, Xuan Ming next to him suddenly took a look at Hou Tu.

Rarely, a shyness flashed across Xuan Ming's face.

Hou Tu was taken aback by Xuan Ming.

What happened to trying the bloodline secret method?

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Houtu simply asked.

Xuan Ming didn't know how to explain it, especially in front of all the silly brothers.

In the end, a thousand words can be summed up in two words.

"come on!"

After finishing speaking, Xuanming took the ginseng fruit and left Pangu Hall regardless of the reaction of the other ancestor witches.

Come on, what fuel?

Qiang Liang, Ruo Shou and other ancestor witches looked at Zhen Yuanzi, then at Xuan Ming who was leaving.

I really don't understand what charades they are playing?

On the contrary, Zhu Jiuyin had a flash of inspiration.

He blinked at Dijiang first, and then said to the rest of the ancestral witches: "Since my brother-in-law and my younger sister study the secret art of blood, I will leave the Pangu Palace to them, and everyone will practice in their respective tribes for a while!"

As if afraid that they still wouldn't understand, Zhu Jiuyin added extra accents on the four words of their respective tribes.

This time, the Hanhan ancestors and witches finally reacted.

Amidst a burst of strange laughter, the ancestral witches took the ginseng fruit and left.