The blue luan bird of Nuwa's family

Chapter 17

Just when Mingyu was trying to break into the Golden Immortal Realm, an undercurrent surged in the prehistoric world.

East China Sea.

A colorless and transparent giant crystal palace stands grandly in the underwater world.

Inside the main hall of the Crystal Palace, Qinglong, the second ancestor of the dragon clan, sat on a dragon chair.

Qinglong has a resolute face, deep eyes, and a powerful aura exuding from his whole body, with a tendency to look down on the world.

After the second tribal war ended, Zulong may have been seriously injured, or perhaps he was looking for a breakthrough, so Zulong went to retreat and practiced, and no longer interfered with the affairs of the dragon clan.

The power of the dragon clan is in the hands of Qinglong.

Of course, after Qinglong came to power, it wasn't that all the affairs of the Dragon Clan were handled, but that the elders of the Dragon Clan and the patriarchs who relied on the Dragon Clan were delegated to handle affairs.

He will leave the customs every 5 years, and use 100 years to make a general decision.

Unexpectedly, when he left the customs, the first person to visit him was his son.

At this time, Qinglong lowered his head, dressed in black armor and holding a big halberd, the bloody and murderous Dragon King knelt on the ground on one knee.

This is Cang Xuan who was besieged in the wilderness before.

Not only has he healed from his injuries, but he has also been blessed by misfortune, his cultivation has improved to a higher level, and he has reached the Ninth Heaven of Da Luo!
He is not a pure-blooded true dragon, his mother is a black water black snake of the wilderness.

But he perfectly inherited the blood of the Black Snake and the Azure Dragon, and his own talent is comparable to that of a pure-blooded true dragon.

"Tell me, what's going on here?"

Qinglong looked at Cang Xuan with admiration, he was quite satisfied with this son.

"I would like to report to my father, my son's trip is for nearly 5 years, the people of our Dragon Clan have been attacked and killed one after another when they went out."

As soon as Cang Xuan's words fell, he felt the majestic dragon's power rushing towards his face, the dragon's body under the Xuan armor was tense, and he almost couldn't hold the halberd in his hand.

"speak!"

Qinglong uttered a word, but it was as cold as the deep sea ice that has been hundreds of millions of years old.

So Cangxuan reported to Qinglong in detail how he and Bai Heng of the Qilin tribe were attacked by black robes and the tribesmen were attacked for nearly 5 years.

After finishing the report, Cang Xuan knelt on the ground on one knee, without saying a word, and the fighting spirit in his body became stronger.

Qinglong, who was sitting on the dragon chair, had a calm expression on his face after listening to it, but his eyes became deeper and deeper.

"His Majesty!"

At this time, Prime Minister Turtle, seven elders of the dragon clan, and dozens of patriarchs of various clans attached to the dragon clan came together.

What they reported turned out to be that people of all ethnic groups were attacked and killed.

Except for Prime Minister Gui and two of the elders, the rest of the elders and dozens of patriarchs did not mention the black robe, but only said that it was the work of Qilin and the Feng clan.

Qinglong listened to the reports one by one, then closed his eyes slightly.

For a moment, there was no sound in the hall, and it fell into silence.

Suddenly Qinglong opened his eyes, took out a dragon seal, and appeared above the Crystal Palace.

On the huge Crystal Palace, a huge golden nine-clawed dragon is entrenched, and the dragon scales are dazzling.

This is what is formed by intertwining the luck of the dragon clan, the golden dragon of luck!
Qinglong threw out the dragon seal in his hand, and the lucky golden dragon opened his mouth to catch it.

Thousands of luck visions suddenly emerged.

The blue luck whale, the blue luck turtle, the red luck snake, the purple luck shark... the luck visions of thousands of subordinate clans of the dragon clan appeared one after another.

The luck of all races of different colors is like a torrent of thousands of streams, and then the thousands of streams return to the sea, and the endless luck gathers on the Golden Dragon of Fortune.

It's just that compared with the past, there are more and more tiny gray particles in the torrent of luck of all races.

After these gray particles gathered on the body of the Luck Golden Dragon, the gray particles also expanded under the golden dragon's brilliant dragon scales, and some areas even formed plaques.

Qinglong looked at the plaques on the Qiyun Jinlong's body with a solemn expression.

The gray particles are transformed by calamity.

The dragon clan and the unicorn clan and the phoenix clan competed for hegemony and killed thousands of clans.

But I didn't expect that in just 5 years, there would be so much calamity and death.

"It seems that this is a bug in the dark who is unwilling."

Then Qinglong sneered.

Among them, the Phoenix and Qilin tribes may be contributing to the flames. Even if the three tribes fight, the small frictions and local battles among the three tribes will never stop.

But it will not shake the foundation in a short period of time like now, unless the two races want to fight again!
Qinglong took out the dragon seal with a wave of his hand, and thousands of images disappeared into the void.

Then he appeared in the hall.

"Let's step back for now."

Qinglong faced the dragon chair, with his back to everyone.

"Yes!"

Prime Minister Cangxuan Gui, the elders of the Dragon Clan and the heads of all clans retreated one after another.

Tiannan Immortal Volcano, Phoenix Terrace.

The patriarchs of the four clans of Zhongji, Geji, Honghu, and Qingluan, to which Phoenix belongs, are reporting to Ling Guang, the head of the Suzaku clan who is acting as an agent for the affairs of the Phoenix clan.

Ling Guang looked at the Fenghuang Terrace, the Mitianyun Phoenix on the sacred tree of the parasol.

Thousands of birds around the phoenix look towards the phoenix, and luck flows into every feather of the phoenix.

It's just that under the brightly colored phoenix's divine feathers, gray catastrophe is also rapidly growing.

In the west of Zhouzhou, Qilin Shengya.

The nine-headed lions, nine-colored deer, celestial horses, black bulls, etc. belonging to the Qilin tribe also joined hands to meet the acting patriarch, Mo Linhuang, one of the ancestors of the Qilin tribe.

The Emperor Molin looked at the Qilin Qilin who was standing on the auspicious clouds and accepting the worship of all beasts, and remained silent for a long time.

He paced back and forth on the holy cliff, thinking for a long time.

In the end, he went down the holy cliff of Qilin and walked to the White Tiger Mountain to find the leader and supervisor of the White Tiger Patriarch.

Not long after, a blue shadow in the East China Sea went towards the chaotic void, the undead volcano in the south of the sky shot up into the sky with red light, and the white tiger in the west climbed to the sky.

With the return of the three.

The bell of ten thousand dragons in the East China Sea rings, and the members of the Dragon Clan gather in the East China Sea;
The Tiannan Phoenix orders the world, summoning the birds of the world;

The western unicorn drum beats, and the sound of the drum shakes the sky and the earth, and the beasts rush to the holy cliff.

The prehistoric Xiantian tribes summoned the strong with great fanfare.

Some prehistoric saints clapped their hands and applauded, thinking that a war among the three clans was about to start; some frowned, secretly counting the actions of the three clans;

In Fengqi Mountain, there was no special reaction to the disturbance of the three clans.

Because Fuxi is retreating, Nuwa is away, Mingyu is busy transforming, and Jinfeng is sleeping on the plane tree.

Suddenly, in the valley of Fengqi, a phantom of a handsome green luan soared into the sky, carrying the sun and moon Taoist elephants on its back, and uttered bursts of luan cries.

Then a light wheel flew into the air, with majestic life force, embedded with black and yellow rays of light.

Then, Qingluan's phantom merged with the light wheel of life, and the sun and moon were imprinted on the light wheel, and Qingluan danced.

Then the light wheel shrinks and turns into a bracelet.

Falling back to Fengqi Valley, he was caught with one hand.

Mingyu has been promoted to Jinxian at this time, and has transformed into a human being.

I saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy standing under the tree of life, dressed in white, with clear eyes, a straight nose, a smooth chin slightly lifted, and fair skin.When he smiled, he showed his white teeth and looked very sunny.

Mingyu happily patted up and down, and turned back and forth.

Finally transformed!
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