The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

  Chapter 333 Mo Luo: Luo Piaoling half his life...

   Mo Luo and the little black man saw this earth-shattering scene as soon as they entered.

Ancient dragons of various shapes and colors are writhing in the Dragon Palace. They have snake bodies and animal heads, five claws and two wings, and six eyes on their heads... They don't have the might and beauty of dragons at all, but they are full of the incomparable beauty of the barbaric era without exception. Violence.

  Spanning thousands of feet, it is as huge as a mountain range. Different from all kinds of methods learned from the nature of heaven and earth, what they use is a certain part of their body, which is an innate instinct.

  Powerful and savage, it's breathtaking to watch.

  A dark red dragon flame brushed past them, the little black man raised his hand to cut out the space, and the two continued to watch the battle outside through the mirror.

   "Senior, why do these dragons look like bastards?" The little black man asked with some doubts.

  In his era, the dragon race was basically established. Hybrid was an insulting term, and it also explained a fact. Any creature with a strong bloodline will inevitably produce anti-ancestor after reaching a certain level, and then have the same characteristics.

  The dragons in front of them are strangely shaped, mixed with the characteristics of other creatures, obviously with impure blood. But their aura doesn't look like bastards, besides, there are so many strong reincarnations in the beginning of the world, are **** qualified to reincarnate?

Mo Luo replied without hesitation: "It is indeed complicated, but the fundamental reason is that the blood of the other parent is too strong, and it is impossible for the blood of the ancestor dragon to completely raise it. Ordinary creatures can also be covered up, like this kind of innate creatures. It's hard to hide your blood."

   "Strictly speaking, except for the ancestor dragon, the blood of other dragons is impure, and there are more or less remnants of their real bodies."

  The little black man understood slightly, and then remembered an ancient book he had read, the record about Zulong.

   "I have read in ancient books that the ancestral dragon bred and gave birth to offspring with many creatures. Many strange beasts with names and surnames have bred with the ancestral dragon, even the Great Wu Sage King some time ago. I wonder if it is true?"

  The era he lived in was not too far away from the ancient times, probably not more than ten thousand years apart. The existence of innate beings cannot escape the world, but the world still has many of their inheritances, including their deeds.

  These legends are neither tall nor sacred, but full of barbarism and things that modern people can't imagine.

  For example, Zulong, in the modern context, it is a pile driver, and it has bred a top race by itself.

   But the little black man is a little curious, how did Zu Long let so many innate creatures help him give birth? You must know that there is no shortage of people who would rather die than surrender in the world, and all the innate creatures have higher hearts than the sky.

   It can’t be plug and unplug, right? Even if the action is fast, and you can use the qi machine to make the other party pregnant in an instant, they can still have a way to abort.

   "I don't know about that." Mo Luo shook his head and couldn't give an answer, and he had never seen an ancestor dragon in his era.

  Prime time is not a short period of hundreds or thousands of years, but spans an unknown period of time. In a truly wild and uninherited era, even the most powerful might not be able to leave footprints after death.

   Waiting until the acquired soul becomes the protagonist of the world, inheritance and legends will come to the stage, and history will be born.

   Innate beings like them, if they don’t learn and get in touch with them, will have a fundamentally different way of thinking from acquired beings.

   "If I think about it during the period when I was an innate creature, the benefits are enough, but it is not impossible to live."

"kindness?"

  The little black man widened his eyes slightly, and Mo Luo looked through the black membrane, and when he saw the shocked expression on the other party's face, he understood what she was thinking.

   "There is no gender at birth, and childbearing does not represent dignity, it only cares about whether you want to. If you want, you can also turn Yin into Yang."

  In fact, one who has cultivated to the state of transforming gods already has certain innate characteristics of life. It is very simple for a supernatural person to change gender, but no one will take this risk for the sake of "intention".

   "Besides, how do you know that Zulong can't give birth?"

  The little black man asked: "Can Zulong give birth?"

  This is indeed possible, the preconceived notion is often that the Yang is the one who occupies the top and is more suitable for reproduction. Because it takes time to procreate, but not to save seeds.

  In the natural world, regardless of whether there is cultivation or not, there are no males who cast a net to plant a variety of grasses. The Dragon Clan has always given him the impression that he is a male.

   "The ancestral dragon is not called a male dragon, nor a female dragon. How do you know that he can't give birth?" Mo Luo asked back, "But the ancestral dragon is most likely not the one that gave birth, otherwise he wouldn't be able to give birth to so many."

  While the two were talking, another mouthful of dragon flames slammed into them. At this time, the battle at Gulongmen had entered a fever pitch. It's no longer like before, bumping into each other and throwing magical powers at a distance.

  The sea water boiled, and the sky and the earth shook. The mountain-like ancient dragon plunged into the water, and the waves it set off seemed to overturn the whole world.

   At this moment, I don’t know how many lives died.

  A silver-white ancient dragon mediates in the sky, and when it sees the six-eyed ancient dragon, it swoops down suddenly, its five claws bloom with colorful colors, and in the void of divine light, there is a faint cry of a condor.

  The sky and the earth darken slightly, the dragon's claws enter the water, and the vast ocean opens. The six-eyed ancient dragon didn't have time to dodge, and used his bark-like body to resist. The sharp sound of the two colliding instantly shattered dozens of kilometers of coral reefs, killing thousands of live fish on the spot.

   The most lethal thing to other creatures is not the fight between two real dragons, even the dragon's breath has a range. The real murderous aura is the aftermath of the impact, which is not powerful enough to just kill them.

   "Wonderful, worthy of being a creature of the blood of the ancestral dragon."

  The little black man couldn't help admiring. Although the appearance of these ancient dragons is not very attractive, their strength is indisputable.

  Whether it is the white dragon that looks like a condor or the green dragon that looks like a dead tree, they all showed extremely powerful strength. If he met him, he might be seriously injured if he met him face to face.

  Although it is not as oppressive as the Da Wu Sheng Wang gave him, it is definitely not weak. It should be equivalent to the sword fairy.

   "I don't know if I can comprehend anything from it. I heard that the sages of the human race comprehended the method by observing the innate creatures."

  The little black man turned his head and was about to inquire, but insinuated more secrets from the ancient times. I saw that Mo Luo next to him was also staring at the battle, but he was not comprehending, but looking at some kind of treasure.

"Hmm... This white dragon claw is a good thing, and the dragon's skin should be able to withstand Li Changsheng's hand, right? It doesn't matter if you leave some fragments, you can practice a very good magic weapon. Not bad, these Gu Long is full of treasures."

  The little black man is a little speechless about his boss's attitude, saying that he is too arrogant, but he is a holy king, and his strength should not be inferior to these ancient dragons, and he should be a little stronger in terms of realm.

   But it’s not always true if you want to say that the domineering side is leaking, because they are here to eat. Mo Luo never thought of making a move from the beginning to the end, just thinking that they were beaten to death by Li Changsheng and picked up the leak.

   The battle outside was in full swing, and suddenly the situation changed slightly. More than a dozen real dragons swam in from afar and shot at the pale ancient dragon together.

  The situation that was originally evenly matched began to topple slowly in an instant. While the pale ancient dragon was fighting with existences of the same level, he also had to take into account the interference of small dragons.

  Mo Luo can basically confirm that the pale ancient dragon is the "Dragon King Xuan".

   Judging from the current situation, it should be too late to recover. When the strength recovered to a certain level and came out to encircle people, I found that there was no land to encircle and no one to encircle.

   And he didn't ask for help, it was more like trying to muddle the water.

   But isn't he afraid of attracting more powerful enemies and letting the Zulong position fall into the hands of others?

   Mo Luo saw through the other party's intentions at a glance, but he didn't understand that the other party was not afraid of leading wolves into the house? The position of Zulong is not a real estate certificate, and their names are not written on it.

   If you have the opportunity, you must grab it.

  Water can be mixed, but it must not be too mixed. Attracting the world's strongest into the Dragon Palace like this will only harm others and not benefit oneself.

   Either the situation of this dragon king is very bad, almost to the point where there is no chance of winning. The situation in front of him is obviously not without chance of winning, but relatively speaking, the disadvantage is relatively large. Then the rest can only be ulterior motives, and there is information that I don't know.

   Hum!

  A mysterious and mysterious vibration came from the void, and then the colorful rays of light all over the small world gathered and condensed into several strands of energy.

  Seeing this, the Dragon King took all the attacks, spit out a mouthful of blood, let the dragon scales on his body be shot down, and still opened his mouth to swallow a wisp of air.

   The Gu Long who was fighting with him was enraged when he saw this, and he attacked even more frantically, entangled the opponent's body tightly.

  The two ancient dragons ascended all the way to the sky, and then fell heavily. The scales of the dragon king fell off, he vomited dragon blood, and even a piece of flesh was forcibly torn off by the enemy.

   But even so, it was still unwilling to let go.

  The two people who were hiding in the dark also noticed this scene, their expressions moved slightly, and they unanimously guessed that the colorful glow might be related to the position of the Zulong.

   "Senior's colorful glow is a bit special."

   "It should be something related to the position of the ancestor dragon, or it may be a part of the ancestor dragon."

   Mo Luo released a little power, and just at this moment another ray of light appeared. He grabbed it forward suddenly, the ever-changing mind seemed to cover all directions, and the figure of an ancient dragon he was fighting with was slightly sluggish.

  When Gu Long came back to his senses, Mo Luo had already caught Xiaguang, but he took it back after just touching it.

  The little black man asked suspiciously: "Senior, is there something wrong with this glow?"

   "I can't grab it, it's like grabbing air."

   Mara answered while recalling the feeling just now. I lack something, so the position of Zulong is illusory to me.

   No wonder he dared to lure wolves into the house. It turned out that Zulong had already made a "will", and outsiders could not interfere at all.

  However, this does not affect him, Mo Luo never thought about wanting the position of the ancestor dragon. Bloodlines are like shackles. It hurts to beat people, and I feel heavy.

   "Xiao Hei, it's time for us to play."

   At this time, the pale ancient dragon has completely fallen into a disadvantage, and it is time for the hero to save the dragon.

   "Sing!!"

  Dragon King Ping was firmly pressed to the ground by the six-eyed blue dragon. Dozens of real dragons used their bodies as chains to wrap around him, restraining part of his strength.

   "Pulao! If you have the ability to fight alone with me, it's nothing more than asking these little dragons to assist you."

   "Pu, it seems that I like to learn the tone and means of the acquired spirit. The weak always want to complement themselves in other ways, but it is useless to calculate more in the face of strength. And these dragons are also my strength."

  The six-eyed blue dragon bit the Dragon King Ping with one bite, and the other party wailed again, but even so, he still refused to release the aura.

  Suddenly, a divine light flew out of the void and landed on the real dragons that turned into chains. These real dragons fell into a sluggish moment, and then slowly fell off from the pale bone dragon.

  The fire of demons is burning in their eyes.

  A voice came.

   "Fellow Daoist, don't panic, I'll save you later."

  Dragon King was stunned for a moment, and then said happily: "Fellow Daoist, help me! You will definitely reward me with generous gifts for helping me get out of trouble!"

  The six-eyed blue dragon raised its head, and saw two humans fleeing from a distance. Without hesitation, he used his natal pupil.

  The six eyes shot out blue light together, turning into silent sharp blades, piercing their souls.

   Mo Luo was originally playing with demons, so he couldn't be worse in spirit. Raise your hand to demonize all living beings, countless illusions evolve in the void, and the six blue lights falling into the illusion are like drops of water falling into the sea, without causing any waves.

  Dragon King Ping was even more happy, and with a high-pitched dragon chant, he used his natal supernatural power again.

   "Fellow Daoist and I will kill this fellow! His body belongs to you!"

  Hearing this, the six-eyed ancient dragon flew away with his younger brother without hesitation. But this time it was connected to the Dragon King, and the five claws were deeply embedded in the opponent's divine body.

  The skin that was comparable to the defense of the treasure was punctured, and countless dragon blood swayed into the sea.

  The six-eyed blue dragon let out a mournful wail, but still did not forget to throw his little brother out. If he eats this claw, he will be injured at most, and his younger brothers will either die or be disabled.

   These are all real dragons, the team that he will dominate in the future.

  The thought was only for a moment, the real dragons were out of danger, but the six-eyed blue dragon was firmly caught.

  Mo Luo didn't make a move, but raised his hand symbolically to prepare for some kind of Taoism. Just a moment of hesitation and letting go of the water caused the six-eyed blue dragon to use another magical power to disappear into a blue light.

   It was Mo Luo's intention to do this. He came to eat, not to help. Besides, an ancient dragon of this level must have some kind of life-saving means, so there is no need to push the opponent into a hurry.

  The sea waves beat slightly, and the Dragon King looked at the direction where the other party left, with disappointment almost overflowing in his eyes.

   After calming down his emotions, Dragon King Ping imitated the etiquette of acquired beings, closed his front paws and said: "Thank you two friends for your help, this place is not a place to talk, please come with me."

  ———

  In a certain underwater cave.

  Mo Luo and the little black man followed the dragon king into it, and a strong aura rushed towards them, and the walls that caught the eye were full of high-grade spirit stones.

   Then their eyes were attracted by the blood-red crystal tree in the center, and they could see the magic above it with just a glimpse.

   Quasi-heaven and earth spiritual roots, dragon blood treasure tree!

  Even after reincarnation, the Dragon Clan is still rich. With the existence of Zulong's level, the "real estate" brought by the recovery of heaven and earth is beyond the reach of others.

   How many treasures are there in this small world of Dragon Palace?

  Dragon King Ping coiled his body around the dragon's blood treasure tree, then tore off a one-meter-long dragon's blood branch with his front paws, and gently sent it to Mo Luo.

   Said in a friendly and polite voice: "Thank you fellow daoist for your help, my little care is worthless."

  Shooting is part of the spiritual root of quasi-heaven and earth, very generous.

  Mo Luo naturally would not refuse, raised his hand and put it in his pocket, saying: "Dragon King is generous, so it is not a waste of time."

   "Fellow Daoist, did you come here after receiving my message?"

  Dragon King Ping is not a complete acquired creature after all, he rarely contacts with human society, and asks very straightforward questions.

   "Yes, but more desperate."

  Mo Luo let out a silent sigh, and turned his face up at a 45-degree angle, his gloomy facial features showing a hint of sadness.

"A certain Mara is a person who has reached the peak of his heart and morality. As Chu Kai today, he thought he had made a career, but he was reincarnated into this human body. He has no strength to restrain a chicken! Let alone a foothold! It's sad and hateful! "

   "At this time, the outside world has been controlled by the human race, and all the birds and beasts in the world are the food of the human race. A certain person is wandering and has not found the foundation of his life. Please ask the Dragon King and a place to rest and recuperate."

   Mo Luo bowed his waist deeply, and even Gu Long, who is an ignorant and acquired soul, can feel the sincerity and helplessness in it.

   Such a strong man bends down to himself, what kind of dilemma is this facing?

  (end of this chapter)