Prehistoric: Green Snake just wants to cultivate immortals

Chapter 56 The Holy Election

All races in the square were shocked. A total of 81 Da Luo Jinxians of the Dragon Clan flew into the sky, landed on the Ten Thousand Races Square and turned into human shapes, and then twelve extremely powerful Da Luo Jinxians walked out of it, and raised their voices in unison: " The Holy Year of the Dragon Clan, the Eighth Holy Sacrifice, all races come to court, respectfully invite the ancestor of the Black Dragon to come and perform the Holy Sacrifice!"

Saying that, a total of 81 Daluo Jinxians bowed to the thousands of feet of black mountain in the outer island sea.

The next moment, a dragon chant pierced the sky, billions of thunderbolts covered the sky as far as the eye could see, thousands of thunder dragons wandered around, looking down upon the prehistoric land, and the might of the vast dragons spread throughout the prehistoric land.

The monks of all races were so shocked that even the 78 vassal Da Luo Jinxian couldn't bear the heart of resistance.

The thunder was shining, the might of the dragon was as deep as the sea, and hundreds of millions of creatures crawled under the endless black dragon.

In the fear of all living beings, Qing Ling was thinking that at this moment, all living beings would never think that the dragon clan in the future would become the mounts of the immortals in the prehistoric world, trampled on at will, and served as slaves and pets.

Just when the dragon's power was raging, the world was far to the south, and a grand golden light shone in the sky. In the golden sun, a pair of stalwart golden wings spread out, and a cold shriek sounded, and a golden-winged roc that was billions of feet in size The bird soars nine days, not weaker than the ancestor of the black dragon.This is the second ancestor of the Feng clan, the ancestor of Jinpeng.

On the land of China, two colors of black jade lifted into the sky, and the vast coercion even aroused the greatest thing in the prehistoric world—the aura of the heaven and the earth. It instantly overwhelmed the sea of ​​​​thunder of the eastern black dragon, and stopped the golden light and flames that spread and raged in the south of the sky.

But the dragon and phoenix clans never got angry, they just withdrew their supernatural powers after showing their bodies, and the sky returned to calm.

The hidden powers from all sides of the world know that the Qilin clan may seem to be able to overwhelm the dragon and phoenix clans on the surface, but in fact it is not.

The two kings of Qilin worked together to overwhelm each of the ancestors of the dragon and phoenix, not the ancestor of the dragon and the ancestor of the phoenix. Three points weaker than the two races.

After all, a vassal is just a vassal. When the main clan is strong, it is a boost, and when the main clan declines, it is a stab in the back.

On the Wanzu Square, the old man Heilong stepped forward and appeared, in front of him and behind him in an instant, no matter whether he was a big Luo of the Dragon Clan or a vassal of the Wanzu, they all bowed their heads.

"See the ancestor!"

Whether it is Tianjie, Jinxian, Taiyi, or even Daluo Jinxian, they all bowed their heads at this moment to express respect to the old man.

After the ancestor of the black dragon inspected it, the ancestor of the dragon clan showed his majesty on his face, Shen Yin said: "Your body is flat."

Hearing this sound, the people in front and behind straightened their backs just now.

Standing in the crowd, Qingling just took a look at the black-robed old man, and felt like thousands of thunderclaps exploding in the primordial spirit, the majesty was like prison, extremely terrifying!
The old man in black robe stood on the high platform, facing the strong man of the ten thousand races and his back to the strong man of the dragon race, his powerful voice came to everyone's ears.

"Today, the Dragon Clan opens the Eighth Holy Sacrifice, which means that our clan has already ruled the prehistoric world and the [-] Yuan Society. It is about to start the Dragon Clan Era of the [-] Yuan.

This Holy Sacrifice is presided over by the old man, which is different from the cumbersome presiding by the Qinglong of the Seventh Holy Sacrifice.

Only the strong can survive, and the weak are destined to be the rations of the strong!

So, let's start this holy sacrifice directly.Yazi, you come to proclaim the Holy Sacrifice to all races, after all, there are many new clans of Holy Sons every hundred yuan. "

After the words were finished, a tall and strong man walked out of the twelve dragon tribes who stood behind the black dragon. He was wearing a Huoyun robe, full of dignity, but there was a fierce glint in his long and narrow eyes.

He is the second son of the nine sons of Long Zu, Ya Zi!
Yazi stepped forward and walked out, even though he was arrogant and domineering, he did not dare to make any publicity in front of the ancestor of the black dragon, and after saluting to him, he turned to face the people of all races, and said loudly: "The holy sacrifices of all races are divided into three orders.

The first order is to run for the ranking of the Holy Son.The top [-] will be exempted from the tribute of [-] yuan!
Those in the top fifty will be admitted to the Dragon Palace of the Dragon Clan, have the opportunity to breed with dragons, and can enter the blood of the Dragon Palace.

Those who rank in the top ten can even get the supreme spiritual fruit, the best innate spiritual treasure Huangzhong Li Lingguo.

The No.3 person can get a Dragon Clan Secret Treasure.

The No.2 person can get an ancient dragon treasure.

The No.1 person can get a middle-grade innate spirit treasure! "

After the words fell, many ethnic groups who participated in the Battle of Ten Thousand Clans for the first time were extremely excited. Even if the top ten were too difficult, but the top [-] were exempted from the tribute of [-] yuan, which was extremely exciting for these ethnic groups.

The reason why Xishan did not make an offering is because in the last hundred yuan meeting, the holy son of Xishan's previous generation was ranked No. 80, so there is no need to pay tribute to the Dragon Clan to cherish spiritual objects.

Yazi ignored the excitement of the clans below, and continued: "In the second sequence, the bloodline of the dragon clan is connected with the sons and daughters of the saints, and they can be concubines of the Dragon Palace. "

"The third sequence, the holy son of all races, sacrifices his body to the ancestors!"

After finishing speaking, Yazi retreated behind him and said no more.

The majestic face of the black dragon old man also suppressed the coercion at this moment, and said in a flat voice: "Okay, all the clans have been waiting for a long time, let's start the first sequence."

As soon as the words fell, the right palm of the ancestor of the black dragon suddenly struck out, and five thunderbolts struck in the middle of the sky, and an illusory secret realm appeared in the sky.

The black dragon called out again: "Old man of the Golden Dragon Clan."

"Yes." An old man in a golden robe walked out from among the twelve big Luos.

"You will preside over the first sequence."

"Yes, we will not disappoint the ancestor." The golden-robed old man nodded in agreement.

Immediately, he stepped forward, waved his sleeves, and a dragon chair of nearly a hundred feet appeared behind him. He said to the ancestor of the black dragon: "Please watch it."

The black dragon nodded, and sat on the largest dragon chair in the center, and all the dragon clan masters behind him sat down one after another.

The golden dragon old man waved his sleeves again, and more than ten thousand black stone chairs appeared in front of the ten thousand races. "Invite the patriarchs of all ethnic groups or Daoist Daoists to take their seats."

As soon as the words fell, Da Luo Jinxian walked to the corresponding seats of each ethnic group and sat down.

Granny Hua Geng also walked slowly to the stone chair and sat down.As for the other tribesmen, they still had to stand behind the patriarchs of the various tribes or the Great Luo Supreme.

"Please come out!"

From the thousands of ethnic groups, a man and woman with thousands of different temperaments stepped out and stood at the forefront of each ethnic group.

The old man of the golden dragon waved his sleeves and released a ball of bright golden light, and a little more casually, the golden light instantly dispersed into ten thousand golden spirit beads, flying towards the hands of the holy sons of all races.

"Please choose a golden sea god bead from all clans and engrave the totem of your clan!"

Qingling stepped forward and took a golden spirit bead flying towards him, and carved the five peaks of Xishan in it with magic power, and there was a golden snake entrenched on Taichong Peak, which was the totem of Xishan.

When the ten thousand races came, every race was recorded and recorded in the secret method of the Dragon Clan for use at this time.Xishan is already an old man who has participated in seven holy sacrifices, so naturally there is no need to re-engrave it.

The golden dragon old man put his hands in front of his body, and the totems of the ten thousand races appeared instantly, and then they slammed into the air. In just a few breaths, four thousand pairs of totems were formed.

Qingling also sensed the trembling of the spirit pearl in his hand, and a pattern of a giant red-haired bear appeared next to Xishan kicking, and there were [-] vertical and horizontal lines, which meant that he was the [-]th game.

The golden dragon old man declared: "The first order of the Holy Sacrifice, the battle of the holy election, the first round, a total of [-] rounds. Please come out of the first hundred rounds and enter the Long Xu Arena!"

Immediately, two hundred holy sons of different races came out, and with a wave of the golden dragon old man, two hundred holy sons and daughters flew into the sky one after another, and were sent into the illusion of the sky.In the illusion, hundreds of arenas appeared, and on each arena there were two alien races, and each arena was as wide as thousands of miles!

Then, ten Da Luo Jinxians walked out of the dragon clan on the high platform, sat down cross-legged, divided into ten in an instant, and separated out a hundred Da Luo distracted, and entered the ring with Da Luo's mana as a referee.

On the other hand, everyone outside looked at the arena in the air with all their attention. Some were excited, some were indifferent, and most of them were looking forward to it.

In front of the first seat, a beautiful female ghost stepped out one after another, and placed various precious spiritual fruits on the seats of dozens of Venerable Da Luo.

The same is true in front of Da Luo, the patriarch of the ten thousand clans below. The patriarchs of the dragon clan, Da Luo of the ten thousand clans, and the patriarchs all started talking softly, discussing the holy sons of various clans, and the atmosphere in the field also eased, and the depression was relieved a lot.

The golden dragon elder above gave a light drink, and said, "Battle of the holy election, start!"

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