Prehistoric: Green Snake just wants to cultivate immortals

Chapter 64 Summoned
After a few more days, finally no Holy Son challenged him in the battle to win the ring, everything that should be fought has been fought, and all that should be fought is over.

In the last holy sacrifice, there were 72 upper clans. During this holy sacrifice, some of the upper clans were exterminated, or fell to the small clan, and some small clans were newly promoted to the upper clan. In this holy sacrifice, the upper clan became 78. So much!

The 78 holy sons and daughters of the upper family are all listed here.

It is worth mentioning that Yao, the saint of the Mountain and River Giant Ape Clan, stepped into the No.30 second ring this time and successfully defended the ring.

Although Huanxue was disturbed by Qingling's Tongtian Jianmu phantom, she still stepped into the ring of No. 12 Holy Son again.

As for the Saintess Miao of the Black Lizard Clan, her strength was not particularly outstanding. After being defeated by the Saint Son of the Tianjun Salamander Tribe, she only stayed at the No. 30 Saintess position after five challenges.

And no one dared to challenge Qingling from the beginning to the end. Those people didn't think they could beat Huxue, who was ranked ninth, and naturally they didn't have the confidence to defeat Qingling.

The veteran of the Golden Dragon Clan inspected the arena for a while, then raised his voice: "Since there is no one to challenge again, then the first order of the Holy Sacrifice, the battle of the Holy Selection is over!"

When the voice fell, Qing Ling felt relieved, and he never dared to relax until the last moment.

At the center of the hundred rings, a group of spiritual lights rose one after another, representing their respective rewards.There is only one token in the group of the last fifty saints and saints, with a dragon claw engraved on it, which means that the whole hundred yuan will be exempted from offering sacrifices.

Among the top [-] holy sons and saintesses, there is not only such a token, but also a drop of suspended amber, which is wrapped with a drop of pure dragon blood. , and can even refine the blood of the dragon clan!
Except for these two things in the light group of the top ten holy sons, there is also an innate spiritual fruit with extremely rich aura. The ginseng fruit is more ingenious and precious than the ginseng fruit of Shizhen Yuanzi later.

Qingling immediately put away the three things, and after seeing that Huang Zhong's Li Lingguo was fine, he immediately hid them.This is not just a spiritual fruit, but also an opportunity for him to become a golden immortal, which must not be missed.

On the ring stage of the top three, the mermaid saint held a fist-sized colorful bead in her hand. The quality of the magic weapon was much better than the spirit treasure in the ancestral land of Xishan.

The Holy Son of the Spirit Turtle Clan held in his hand an extremely heavy thousand-fold peak magic weapon, the quality of which was not weaker than that of the Taixu Shenling, which was refined with great energy and painstaking efforts.

As for the No.1 holy son of the giant whale clan, a young man with blue eyes, holding a Zhenhai fork in his hand, the strong power of water on it and the [-] layers of innate Taoism represent that this is a medium-grade Innate Lingbao!
Qing Ling looked at the greedy eyes of the people below, and couldn't help being afraid. A 27-fold innate dao forbidden spirit treasure made them so greedy. Still have to be chopped into pieces?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help touching the Mi Tiansuo tied behind his back as a headband.

In the arena, he didn't dare to use Mi Tiansuo's other magic at all, and only used it as a spiritual treasure that could turn black hair, because he was afraid of being discovered.

When he breaks through to the Golden Immortal after returning to the tribe, then he can refine the tenth level of the Taoist ban by refining Mi Tiansuo, and he will be able to show the power of the middle-grade innate spirit treasure, which is definitely stronger than the middle-grade innate spirit treasure of the son of the giant whale clan!
Qingling's thoughts changed, and then he realized that he really lacked a magic weapon for attacking and shattering. It seems that after returning to the family, he needs to save more time to refine or find a magic weapon for attacking.

In the process of his thoughts, the elders of the Golden Dragon Clan retreated, and Lan Kui stepped forward to preside over the second sequence, passing on the pulse.

To put it in an easy-to-understand way, it's a blind date!

Lan Kui had just finished speaking, and behind him, the Dragon Clan Da Luo, who had been sitting and chatting, flew to the arena with hundreds of people in an instant, vying to be the first to introduce their future spouse to their sons, grandsons or daughters.

For a moment, the scene was really chaotic.

A group of old men and women of the dragon clan, middle-aged men, and women in palace costumes are all vying to be the first.

After all, the top 99 holy sons can be said to be the best [-] golden immortals in the entire area controlled by the dragon clan. No, it is [-] golden immortals plus one heavenly rank.

Everyone from the Wanzu couldn't help being a little dazed, but after that they looked up enviously, not everyone has the qualification to be competed by the Dragon Clan Da Luo.

I saw some old women guarding the arena, and roared aggressively: "You old things, don't snatch them from me. If my dragon girl can't find a suitable bloodline inheritor, I might be the last one!"

"Who are you fooling around with? Just your bunch of dissimilar offspring are also worthy of being called sons and grandsons of the dragon? You don't mind losing the dragon, I will blush for you." An old man with a white beard pointed at the old woman, with an unyielding expression. Standing in front of a No. 20 holy son, he fought endlessly with him.

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"Hey, Mrs. Hua, what are you doing? You don't even let the little ones of the heaven ranks go? It's enough for you to be the ancestor of others, why don't you still covet the Yuanyang of others?" A burly man shouted loudly A very beautiful young woman in pink stood on Qingling's ring without giving in.

"That's right, you don't know how to behave, you are a big Luo anyway, can you save some face for your thousands of dragon sons and dragon daughters? In the entire East China Sea, who doesn't know your beautiful name, Mrs. Hua?" The white-haired old woman also followed the young woman fiercely.

The young woman in pink called Mrs. Hua blushed, both ashamed and angry, after all, she was in front of her own race. "Where did you go? I'm looking for a good male beast for my dragon girl from Lilong's lineage."

On the other side, a red-haired old man came late, and when he heard this, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Hey, listen, Mrs. Hua, who has been born for ten thousand years, wants to find a male for her dozens of dragon girls." Beast!"

"Who believes it?"

"That's right, don't come here to harm other people's juniors."

Mrs. Hua looked sullen, and said: "What do you group of old antiques know? In the final analysis, it still depends on the wishes of the Holy Son."

As she said that, she turned her head, looked at Qingling with a slight smile in her eyes like spring water, and said softly: "My holy son, I, Huali, am the ancestor of the Lilong lineage. ? There must be hundreds of dragon girls and dragon girls for you to choose from."

Qing Ling only felt his scalp tingling. Although this big Luo's seductive skills are extremely superb, but he was born as a spring god, and he already has aphrodisiac illusion skills, how could he be mobilized to be erotic?
He saluted respectfully: "Thank you for your kindness, senior. It's just this junior..."

"Just what?" The white-haired old woman quickly interjected, with a kind old lady, and said kindly: "Don't worry, don't be afraid that she is Da Luo and dare not refuse. I will support you if you have an old woman, just say it straight I am the elder of the Bailong lineage, and the dragon girls of my clan are all holy, noble and pure, not as shameless as that fellow and the nine-tailed fox in Northeast Qingqiu."

"Hey, old woman, who do you think is shameless! How come my Lilong lineage is like that vile fox? The male dragons of your white dragon lineage surrounded me every day in the last yuan meeting." The hole is spinning, where is your Bailong bloodline?"

"You... are obviously those dragon girls of yours who have no shame and ran out to seduce my male dragon from the White Dragon lineage,..."

The old lady and Mrs. Hua seemed to have had deep grievances, and they were arguing endlessly.

The red-haired old man and the burly man at the side took two steps back in fear, and they said together: "Qiu Xu, while they are arguing, you hurry up and trick that little snake over, and it will be considered as your Qiu Long!" My bloodline, or my Yanlong's bloodline, is better than being taken away by those two crazy female dragons."

When the middle-aged man heard the words, he nodded quickly, and was about to step forward to take Qing Luo away.

Then a figure flashed over, and said coldly: "At any rate, he is also Supreme Da Luo, what does he look like?"

The reprimand immediately woke up the four Great Luo Supreme Beings, and they all stopped talking.

The person who came was an elegant man in blue shirt. After glancing at Qing Ling, he raised his voice and said, "The Ninth Son was summoned by the ancestor of Qinglong. Do you still want to fight?"

As soon as this remark came out, the four of them trembled and the white-haired old woman hurriedly laughed and said, "The Qingmo clan is always joking, how dare we compete with the ancestor of Qinglong."

The refined man nodded, turned around and said, "Come with me."

Qing Ling was stunned for a moment, then followed the elegant man out of the arena without knowing why, flew straight to the east and landed on the top of Qinglong Sacred Mountain, a majestic and majestic hall appeared in front of him.

When the refined man arrived here, he opened his mouth and said, "Are you really the God of Fuchun?"

Qingling laughed awkwardly, and said: "If the memory inheritance of the godhead and the junior primordial spirit is correct, then I am the God of Fuchun."

Hearing this, the elegant man became a little solemn, and his tone became serious, and said: "I am the elder of the Qinglong lineage, and I am the ancestor of the Qinglong lineage, and my name is Jingmo.

This place is Qinglong Sacred Mountain, the ancestor's distracted mind sits here all the year round, since you are the ancestor's assistant god, you are a guest of my Qinglong lineage, so please don't blame me if I was not careful. "

Qing Ling smiled a little flattered: "Senior is serious."

"You don't need to call me senior, just call me by my name immediately." Jingmo said, "Because the Ancestral Assistant God shouldn't be an existence who can only call senior when he sees a strong man."

Seeing the seriousness of what he said, Qingling could only nod and reply: "Good senior. I..." He said it out of habit, and only realized it later and gave an awkward laugh.

Jing Mo frowned, but still didn't say much, she directly led him into the stalwart temple, and said respectfully: "To the ancestor, your deity, the god of spring, Qingling has arrived."

"Well, let him come in." A clear voice came from the hall, and at the same time, no one opened the closed doors of the hall.

Jing Mo nodded in agreement, then retreated voluntarily.

Only Qingling was left watching the slowly opened palace door, and a tall and straight figure in a blue battle armor turned around slowly.

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