Traveling through the heavens from the prequel of the Lotus Lantern

Chapter 337
10 years ago, the ancestor god who evolved all spirits and was the father of the gods returned to chaos.

The ancient gods also passed away one after another, but in today's world, only the dragon, phoenix, and nine-tailed white fox clans of the heavenly clan are left.

Today, the dragon clan is the co-lord who controls the four seas and the eight wildernesses. On the nine heavens, a vast heavenly palace is established, also known as the heavenly clan.

Although the Feng clan lives in a remote corner, there still exists an ancient god named Zheyan.

It is the first phoenix bred since the beginning of the world, a colorful phoenix born in a raging fire, raised and raised by God the Father himself.

Although he lives in seclusion and doesn't care about the world of mortals, he has a very high prestige in the world.

The Nine-Tailed White Fox Clan has always valued the heart and despised external things, and has always been aloof from the world. They have established the Qingqiu Fox Country outside the East China Sea, living in the middle of the Great Wilderness, and governing the Eastern Wilderness, Southeast Wilderness, Northeast Wilderness, The Southwest Desolation, the Northwest Desolation and the Five Desolations.

Inside the Jiuchongtian Palace, there is a palace that looks like a fairyland and exudes a heavy dragon power.

It has amber wine, jasper cups, gold-footed bottles, and emerald plates. The food is picturesque, the wine is like a spring, the guqin is running, and the bells are tinkling.

Around the hall are decorated with inverted bell-like flowers. The calyx is white, and the bone china is translucent. The top of the petals is a circle of lavender in different shades, which seems to be dyed like heaven.

However, at this time, in the backyard of the palace, dozens of graceful fairies stood with lowered eyebrows, and two men stood in the front.

One of them is dressed in a yellow dragon painting robe, with a plump face, a dignified appearance, and a middle-aged appearance with a long beard.

One person is wearing a white inner village, and a blue robe over the outside. He looks like a gentle and handsome young man, and the whole person can't help but reveal an honest and friendly temperament.

All I could hear was a woman's shrill screams from a certain palace in the backyard.

Immediately, the solemn middle-aged man frowned slightly and said:

"It's strange that this spirit fetus came, but within a few days, it's already in labor."

The gentle young man said respectfully:
"Father, maybe this child has received the luck of the Kunlun Ruins and the blessing of the golden lotus."

The solemn middle-aged man nodded, his thick eyebrows stretched, and he agreed:
"That's right, as the Lord of Kunlun Xu, Mo Yuan is not an ordinary fairy. He is the direct son of the Father God, and the only blood left by the Father God. If he can get the protection of the golden lotus he cultivated day and night, this son will definitely be extraordinary. "

The cry of the woman in Suidian became more and more shrill, and beside them a little girl who seemed to be seven or eight years old said softly:

"Your Majesty has been born for seven days, Sujin is so scared."

The solemn middle-aged man looked down at her, and couldn't help but bend down and stroke his head:
"Su Jin is not afraid."

At this moment, there was a cry of a baby in the palace, and immediately saw a fairy, walked out quickly, saluted and congratulated:

"Tianjun, Your Highness, Your Majesty has given birth to a prince."

After the words fell, dozens of fairies who followed behind them kowtowed to the ground:
"Congratulations, Tianjun, congratulations, Your Highness."

Just when Wen Wen showed a clear smile, and even the eyes of the solemn middle-aged man showed joy, the clouds moved in the sky, and the fairy bird turned toward the phoenix.

"Is it an auspicious sign?"

The solemn middle-aged man looked at the vision all over the sky, opened his eyes slightly, and couldn't help asking.

"Father, that's right."

The gentle youth nodded excitedly.

After a while, outside the Nantian Gate, all the immortals and gods gathered on both sides, and the two men stepped out one after another.

"Father, this is a scene that only happened when the god Mo Yuan was born!"

Looking at the image of the fairy bird facing the phoenix, the gentle young man exclaimed.

"Infinite kindness, our Celestial Clan has finally ushered in another king."

"I will give him a name today, Ye Hua."

The majestic middle-aged man, who is also the ruler of the co-lord who rules the world, is sonorous and powerful.

"Congratulations to Tianjun, happy to be crown prince."

As soon as the congratulations of the gods fell, a fairy walked out of the Nantian Gate, bowed and saluted:

"See Tianjun, Concubine Yang gave birth to a little Highness for Tianjun."

After the words fell, the gods congratulated one after another:
"Congratulations, Tianjun, double happiness."

The gentle youth even said:
"Father, I didn't expect that my fourth younger brother would also be born today. Now that my uncle and nephew are born together, it is also a good story."

After Tianjun heard this, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. As the co-lord of the world, he is naturally the three thousand beauties in the harem.

But he was not satisfied with how he looked at his three sons.

The eldest son is wrong, honest and wimpy, obedient to everything, obedient, and has never done anything alone, let alone made any contribution to the world.

Although the second son, Sang Ji, is his favorite son and has high hopes for him, he is also arranged to marry Bai Qian, the female monarch of the famous Qingqiu family.

You must know that the current situation in the world seems to be calm on the surface, but in fact it is undercurrents.

The third son, Lian Song, was the number one playboy among the protoss, and his reputation as a romantic was known everywhere, and he couldn't use it.

Therefore, some time ago, he had been working in the harem and wanted to have another heir, but in the end, his hard work was not in vain.

It's a pity that it didn't count after all, and the one who got pregnant in the end was a human woman.

Suddenly, another Xian'e walked out quickly with a panicked face:

"See Tianjun, Concubine Yang's body has become weaker and weaker since she was pregnant with the dragon seed. Although she has been recuperated by elixir, she is still weak after giving birth to her little highness."

Tianjun obviously understood the meaning of the words, but in his eyes, women are just a tool to stabilize his position and give birth to heirs.

Furthermore, there are many concubines in his harem, so why talk about feelings.

The most important thing is that the blood of the Dragon Clan is domineering, let alone the blood of the Tianjun, of course it is not the same.

However, looking at it this way, his four sons, even though their mothers were weak human races, have inherited their own dragon bloodlines, and they don't know what their aptitude is.

So, he couldn't help but said lightly:

"Concubine Yang has worked hard and made great achievements. She has opened up branches and leaves for our heavenly clan. However, the sky is too busy to spend, and the fragrance will wear off the jade, and the burial will be generous."

As soon as Tianjun finished speaking, all the gods bowed their heads and said in unison:

"I also ask Tianjun to express my condolences."

Xian'e hesitated for a while, then said:

"Tianjun, and your Highness"

Immediately, Tianjun looked as if it was about his heir, and immediately asked in a deep voice:

"How is he?"

Xian'e pursed her lips, her tone astringent:
"Your Highness, he is Jiao."

When Tianjun heard this, his expression changed suddenly. His lineage, the blood of the gods is extremely strong, and although their attributes are different, they are all five-clawed true dragons.

Moreover, from ancient times to the present, the offspring born are all real dragons.

At this moment, the atmosphere at Nantianmen was frozen, and all the immortals remained silent.

"Father, according to my son, the blood of the fourth brother must be exhausted by the mother's family. It is understandable. Why don't we go and check first."

The gentle man, Yang Cuo, the eldest son of Tianjun, said respectfully.

Not long after, Tianjun and Yang Cuo came to a palace called Tangquan Palace.

Immediately, one of them looked calm and the other walked out of Tangquan Palace with a sigh.

Along the way, Tianjun said casually:
"This lord gave your fourth brother the name Mo Jiao. Although he will not have much promise in the future, he is still the fourth highness of my Tiangong. Remember?"

Yang Cuo hurriedly said:
"Father, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of my fourth brother from now on."

"Well, a loving mother has many children, so Ye Hua was raised by me personally."

(End of this chapter)