The No. 1 Sword Cultivator in History [Transmigration Book]

Dragon market.

Xiangji Overseas, the waves sparklingly reflect white light, and everything is shrouded in light, which looks extraordinarily peaceful.

Lord Dragon God, the Lord of Longxu and the father of all dragons, is sitting in the hall drinking tea.Suddenly, a figure rushed in from outside.Before he could raise his eyebrows, with a splash, the shadow rushed in front of him and knocked over the teacup in his hand.

The Dragon God was furious, with tall and thick eyebrows, and he was about to run away on the spot... Then he heard his precious son shouting in a panicked voice: "Father, come and take a look! Why did my precious son turn into a ghost?" After Dragon Ball, it actually looks like this?!"

A bunch of words rushed over, the amount of information was too much, Dragon God shook his head, and then stood up slowly.In the process of getting up, Aoyagi Dalang was like a large swing clock, holding him up and down, left and right, shaking non-stop.

Thanks to the cultivation of the Dragon God for tens of millions of years, and the extremely unpredictable mana, he was able to calmly smooth his robe, and then in the constantly shaking eyes... finally saw clearly that he was hugged by Qingliu Dalang A golden dragon ball.

"what?"

Dragon God smacked his lips in surprise, then glanced at Qingliu Dalang. "Is this the dragon ball you found?"

"That's right! It's the baby I ran for several lifetimes and finally caught up with! I waited for him to go through calamities, waited for him to become a god, and finally waited until today! But father, there seems to be something wrong with this!"

The golden dragon ball held in the arms of Qingliu Dalang, I don't know if he heard the conversation between the two dragons, and he laughed again.The laughter is clear and crisp, like golden bells, jingling, it makes people feel refreshed.

But this is clearly the voice of a newborn baby!

Qingliu Dalang frowned and said: "Father, my baby has such a description, do I have to wait for him for thousands of years, until he grows up, before I can get married?"

Dragon God didn't catch it in one breath, and almost choked on the spot.

"Ah Tai!" Dragon God said seriously: "Each dragon ball has its own appearance. What's more, what you are looking for is different from other dragon balls."

"Oh?" Qingliu Dalang suddenly regained his spirits. "What's the difference? Could it be that the one I found is the most perfect? ​​It's better than the one you found, father?"

Dragon God immediately reprimanded in displeasure: "Nonsense!"

"What does that mean?"

Dragon God originally had a long story to explain to Qingliu Dalang, but now seeing his son smiling so much that his brows and eyes are trembling, he hates that iron can't be made into steel, and is also jealous!He had never seen such a perfect and natural dragon ball.

So I deliberately coughed twice, cleared my throat, and said slowly and solemnly: "Since you have brought the Dragon Ball back, and the karma outside has been settled, then I will choose a good day and auspicious day, and I, together with all the elders, will offer sacrifices to you. God."

"So fast?" Qingliu Dalang subconsciously resisted. "I haven't waited until the baby is formed!"

"After you become a god, it will naturally come."

Dragon God smiled meaningfully.

Aoyagi Dalang looked skeptical.Finally, under the comfort of the dragon god and the pressure of the big stick and carrot, Qingliu Dalang was completely dizzy, and happily left the hall with the golden dragon ball in his arms.

The Dragon God walked out of the temple, and watched Qingliu Dalang transform into a green dragon, swim into the Xiangji Sea, raised his head, and rushed into the corner of the temple where he couldn't see his head.

"Lord Dragon God!"

A woman's graceful voice suddenly sounded from the empty hall.

Dragon God stopped and turned back.

In the hall that he had just walked out of, there was still no one to be seen, but there was a scent lingering.Under the cover of the fragrance, the woman's voice became more graceful and ethereal.

"Why don't you tell Ah Tai directly...?"

"No!"

The woman didn't finish her words, and didn't continue, but Lord Dragon God seemed to understand, and just pondered for a moment with a smile on his face.

After a few breaths, the Dragon God raised his head, looked at the end of the sky, and said with a smile: "Auntie is three thousand years old. According to the rules of our clan, he should have become a god long ago. Then, let him go out to roam around."

Dragon God laughed again.

"Parents care for their children's growth in every possible way from childhood, but in the end it is just for such a day to send him away with his own hands."

"So, it's up to you!"

The woman's voice gradually dissipated, and finally there was a faint sigh at the end.

But the Dragon God just smiled with his beard, and his smile was unpredictable.

**

On the day Qingliu Dalang enshrined the gods, the weather was fine and cloudless.

In this Longxu, there was no concept of cloud or rain.If you want the clouds to gather, any one of these dragons can go up and call the wind and rain.

Today's weather and temperature, and even the light that is so bright that it illuminates all the shadows, are obviously deliberately arranged.

Qingliu Dalang was dressed in a solemn black sacrificial gown, with a white jade crown on his head, the crown hanging down, covering his slightly precipitous eyebrows.Standing in front of the altar, he was a little uncertain, and turned to ask the elder who lowered his head to straighten the folds of the sacrificial robe for him.

"Elder, after I become a god, can my baby really recover my human form?"

The elder patiently smoothed the long gown, watching the black long gown drape down to the golden brick floor more than ten feet away.The tail of the Xuanyi is decorated with ancient patterns, bordered with white waves, like snowflakes.

The elder finally raised his head and smiled faintly. "Dragon Ball is naturally changing, if you need him to see you in human form, he will naturally wait until that day."

Qingliu Dalang frowned.He always felt that there seemed to be some trap hidden in the elder's words, but before he could ask, the urging voice of the Dragon God came from ahead.

"Auntie, the time is coming, hurry up to the altar!"

"Oh, here we come!"

Qingliu Dalang turned his head and happily responded.

Qingliu Dalang picked up the steps and walked up the steps to the altar.The boundless expanse of the altar seemed to be longer than the first time he lay on the altar to receive the blessing of birth in his childhood memory.

Seeing that he was still looking around, Dragon God urged again with a smile.

"Quickly stand in the center!"

"Oh."

Qingliu Dalang raised his step, but before his feet landed, Lord Dragon God said again: "Remember to step on the Xun position."

"Oh."

Qingliu Dalang followed his advice and followed the direction of the gossip to find the position of Xun, and then he was bewildered and surprised.

"The cloud follows the dragon, the wind follows the tiger, I must be a dragon! Father, why do I have to stand in the Xun position?"

The Dragon God choked, and then said earnestly: "Auntie, if you go to other places in the future, you need to read more books when you have nothing to do."

"Why?"

"In order not to be ridiculed by the subjects when you speak in the future."

"Ah!"

Qingliu Dalang didn't take it seriously, and hugged the golden dragon ball in his arms again. "As long as the baby doesn't dislike me, it will be done!"

Dragon God choked again.

Every time he talked with his youngest son, Lord Dragon God felt that he really needed a quick-acting heart-rescue pill from mortal legends.He shook his head and tapped his finger.

A series of long, ancient syllables jumped from the fingers.When each syllable jumped out, it was accompanied by the long recitation of Lord Dragon God.The elders joined in immediately, and the chanting changed from a monologue to a multi-part harmony.

Qingliu Dalang's head was in a daze, and they were asked to read it, almost thinking that he was not standing here to be blessed, but was about to be sent to the altar as a sacrificial offering!He looked down at the golden dragon ball again.

Su Shisan in Dragon Ball seems to be extraordinarily quiet today.

I don't know if the Yuanling also needs to sleep after the body is destroyed?Qingliu Dalang frowned.

The chanting of Jie Qu Po Ya lasted for three full days and nights.On the third night, Qingliu Dalang was already drowsy, but the dragon god just happened to read a pause, and Qingliu Dalang suddenly raised his head.

"Finished?"

"No, it will take seven days and seven nights in total."

"Ah?!" Qingliu Dalang changed his face. "Didn't you say three days?"

"Who told you for three days?" Dragon God glared at him angrily.

After chanting for three days in a row, even if it is a dragon, the saliva is limited.Dragon God slowed down, calmed down, then bowed his head gracefully, and drank the fine wine in the cup in one gulp.

"The first three days are to announce to the priests of heaven and earth. The next four days are to really crown you."

……so troublesome!

Qingliu Dalang simply lifted his long clothes, and sat cross-legged on the stone, his whole body was peaceful and solemn, but his thoughts had already flown to unknown places.

It was dawn, and it was dark again.

Dark and bright again.

During the switch between light and dark night, one day Qingliu Dalang heard the sound of Xingzi shining on the stage.He raised his head in a daze, and the nebula map in the sky changed at some point, and the planetesimals connected into a shape he had never seen before.

During these long seven days and seven nights, Su Shisan never woke up.Putting Baishi in his arms seemed to have extinguished all the divine light, and even the color turned into an ordinary beige.Qingliu Dalang took out the dragon ball from time to time, put it near his ear, tapped it with his fingers, or rubbed it vigorously, but Shiraishi remained motionless and did not respond to him at all.

**

Seventh day.

When the day passed and the night was about to end, all the stars became a complicated and ancient charm.

The huge talisman fell down and enveloped Qingliu Dalang like a sky net.Qingliu Dalang awakened instantly, and his thoughts returned to his physical body.He felt the majestic mana pouring towards him continuously, like a vast ocean racing to flow into the sea, and then all the way down along the sea level, until it entered the dark deep seabed where no skylight could be seen.

Going further down, there are living creatures that have never been recorded in any words, jumping out of the water lively.It was like a silent monster opened its eyes again.

Huh?monster? !

Qingliu Dalang looked over carefully, no!He actually saw the legendary Candle Dragon!

Zhulong's pupils reflected his current appearance.

Qingliu Dalang frowned, raised his head, looked at himself in Zhulong's pupils, and asked in surprise, "Why am I the only one? Where's my baby?"

Zhulong didn't answer, but instead spat at him.Suddenly Qingliu Dalang woke up from his contemplation.

He suddenly got up, only to find that the altar had shrunk dramatically, and could only accommodate about three people.And he stood in the center, impressively tall, raised his head, and instantly felt a sense of vastness that no one has ever seen before.

Aoyagi Dalang looked around in a little bewilderment.At some point, Dragon God and all the elders stopped chanting.With the addition of a spell, his ritual of conferring the gods has been completed.

A heavenly book slowly floated in front of him.

There are no words in the heavenly book, only his name is engraved in the dragon language.Qingliu Dalang took a closer look, looked left and right, even looked cross-eyed, and double-checked that he was right!The word "Ming Tai" finally appeared on the Wordless Heavenly Book.

The Dragon God stood up, slapped the table and laughed loudly: "Ah Tai, you have a name! The sacrifice has been successful. From now on, you will be the new god of the small world, the Venerable Ming Tai!"

"……Ah!"

Qingliu Dalang turned his head and cast his eyes on the vastness and infinity.

A Tai is his nickname.Now there is only one more word "Ming".It's too random to name him today!

...However, it's okay, at least give him an official title.From now on, the baby no longer needs to call him "Da Lang" and "Da Lang", like calling him a dog.

So Qingliu Dalang pursed the corners of his lips slightly, and finally, he also smiled with satisfaction.