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Chapter 408 The son of Qinglong is proud to scream nine days!

With the departure of the Zulong, Tiandao and Hongjun were still standing quietly outside the Qinglong Secret Realm. Tiandao looked at the Qinglong Secret Realm with complex eyes. However, Hongjun on the side still had his face as usual, as if everything that happened here had nothing to do with him.

The figure of Heavenly Dao flashed and appeared directly in the Qinglong Secret Realm. Ao Jia's soul had merged with the Qinglong Order and sat upright on the imperial throne. Ao Jia's body and a golden gate in the Qinglong Hall were suspended on the empty blood pool.

"You lost!"

A faint words were spoken from Ao Jia's mouth, and he looked at the Heavenly Dao with a smile on his face.

"You are still just chess pieces."

Tiandao said lightly, his figure slowly dissipated, and Ao Jia just smiled slightly.

"I didn't expect that the biggest profiter in the end was you, but you were the only one. After all, we have already obtained everything we want."

Ao Jia slowly stood up from the imperial throne, walked to the side of the dragon gate, reached out to touch the dragon gate, and said in a somewhat sad tone.

"Your gaze is shorter after all, Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal is just Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal.

Even if he reaches the level of Pangu, he will still stop at the heavenly way, not to mention that the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal is still under the heavenly way."

Hongjun's figure slowly appeared, looking at Ao Jia with a peer's eyes, and his tone was extremely calm.

"I hope you can reach the step you want to take, we have no chance, because we can't see that far, there is darkness in front of us, and we are just struggling to find a ray of light in this darkness."

Ao Jia said lightly, the dragon gate in his hand slowly disappeared, then turned around and glanced at his body, waved it casually, and the dragon's body flew out of the Qinglong Secret Realm and then turned into spiritual energy to dissipate between heaven and earth.

"You are indeed the most unique existence of your dragon clan."

Hongjun raised his head and looked at the long river of fate. He saw that the karma added to the dragon clan just now gradually dissipated. Although it was nothing to this huge karma, it was already amazing.

"I'm just doing what a father should do."

As soon as Ao Jia finished speaking, a loud dragon roar sounded in the prehistoric world, and a blue-gold dragon soared into the sky from outside the South Gate of Heaven.

Accompanied by this dragon roar, he still floated outside the secret realm of the Qinglong. The broken soul of the Nine Sons of the Ancestral Dragon seemed to be summoned and flew quickly outside the South Heaven Gate.

Hongjun's figure flashed and appeared directly above the Nine Heavens. The figure of Tiandao also appeared directly beside Hongjun.

Thunder tribulations condensed above the nine heavens, and the dragon looked at the clouds of the thunder tribulations with a contemptuous look, and then directly penetrated into the thunder tribulations.

During the thunder tribulation, the dragon roared, and the thunder slurry on the dragon scales in its body kept piercing into the dragon's body.

"One spirit is in it, the five spirits gather!"

A tender voice sounded in the thunder tribulation, red, black, white, yellow, and four drops of dragon blood emitting rich pressure flew from the eyes of the four seas toward the divine dragon in the thunder pulp.

In the Lingxiao Palace, the Jade Emperor looked at the four drops of essence and blood flying towards the nine heavens, and roared in shock: "Madman, the dragon clan is all madman!" As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flew directly towards a drop of essence and blood in the sky.

"Damn it! You haven't taken action yet. Do you still hope that the dragon clan will gather together again to gather the clan fortune!"

The Jade Emperor's angry roar sounded throughout the vast world, and figures flew quickly towards the four drops of essence and blood in the sky.

"Dragon Clan, you have been trying to recreate the Dragon Emperor!"

Accompanied by angry figures, giant hands covering the sky flew directly towards the essence and blood in the sky.

Just as these giant hands covering the sky were about to touch the essence and blood, four dragon roars filled with pressure sounded from the eyes of the Four Seas.

Immediately afterwards, the figures of the four brothers including Huangdi Dragon King appeared directly in the sky, and their eyes were cold toward the great power gathered in the vast world.

"Jade Emperor, this is the matter of my dragon clan and has nothing to do with you."

Huangdi Dragon King said in a cold tone.

"You dragon clan has always lived by luck all over the world. Now you want to regain your clan fortune, but you should not want to make the dragon a symbol of the emperor.

There are countless dynasties in the prehistoric world. Once your dragon clan becomes a symbol of the emperor, how can you feel at ease to make all the prehistoric worlds?"

Faced with the Jade Emperor's questioning, the Yellow Emperor Dragon King just smiled contemptuously.

"My dragon clan never thought about becoming an emperor symbol, but if some dynasties wanted to make my dragon clan a emperor symbol, my dragon clan would not refuse."

The cold words as cold as frost were spoken from the mouth of the Black Emperor Dragon King, and his fierce murderous intent directly enveloped the Jade Emperor.

"Then let's fight!"

The Jade Emperor said coldly, then looked at the powerful emperors around him.

Under the eyes of the Jade Emperor, all the powerful people nodded to agree with the Jade Emperor's words. Although the Dragon Clan suffered the biggest losses this time, the Jade Emperor was also quite a loss.

"If you want to hit, I will hit you. My dragon clan always only trusts my own fists."

The White Emperor Dragon King said that his figure had already killed the Jade Emperor. The other three dragon kings waved their hands, and the fairy dragon soldiers originally stationed in the heavenly court formed a series of formations and came to kill the many powerful people.

Outside the Nantian Gate, Qiongxia looked at Ao Bing in confusion. After all, in her opinion, these immortal dragon soldiers were just to die, and they had no effect in this quasi-saint war.

"They can't turn back. They have known their destiny since the moment their elder brother became Qinglong.

They are plagued by karma and have no chance of progress, and their future will be full of bad luck. They will make such a choice for their prince.”

Ao Bing said calmly, and a trace of horror flashed in Qiongxiao and Ying Long's eyes.

"So their dragon clan are all madmen!"

Zi Yuan's figure appeared behind Ao Bing and others for some reason, and said in a calm tone.

"Everything is voluntary, otherwise how could they be selected from the Four Seas Eyes? Even among the Dragon Clan, they are the most elite army, no one."

Ao Bing sighed and slowly walked to Yao Ji and took out a chair next to Yao Ji.

"Sister-in-law, I hope you don't blame your brother. He is like Haotian back then. In order to make up for his debts, he always wants to give the best to his children."

Yao Ji didn't say anything, but her eyes were still quietly looking at her son in the thunder tribulation. At this moment, she only cared about her son's safety, not about how high her son can achieve in the future.

Looking at Yao Ji's appearance, Ao Bing could only sigh deeply, and then stood silently behind Yao Ji.

Because Ao Bing knew that as long as someone attacked Yao Ji, he would take action, then the Xuandu Master would definitely take action. With the Xuandu Master as the peak of the great combat power of the prehistoric world, he would definitely protect Yao Ji from any harm.
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