Eerie and desolate ruins.

"Donor, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless and there is no end, can you put down the butcher knife?"

Old Huixian's old face was kind and kind, and he spoke sincerely to the ghost that was pinned to the ground and struggling desperately. The evil ghost in hell was ugly, with an ugly face with gray and red skin, a rickety crawling, slender limbs with sharp nails, and half of the brain exposed.

There are no eyes, ears or nose, only a big, smelly mouth with protruding teeth and drool sloshing around.

"Ouch! Eat...! Eat!"

The old Huixian shook his head as his teeth clenched together.

"Good."

He waved his hands, turned around and continued on his way. Behind him, the snake demon boy with the devil on his feet swung his sword sharply, returned the sword to its sheath, turned around and caught up with the team and continued to clear the way ahead.

The evil ghost whose head was cut off burned like charcoal and turned into ashes in an instant.

The long-faced king was walking barefoot in coarse linen clothes, carrying luggage and following the team. His big feet stepped on the ashes, letting the last traces of the evil spirits dissipate between heaven and earth. A desolate, dead and dark world. The black earth on the horizon connects to the sky. The grass is luxuriant. Four people.

The shadow moved forward step by step, and the little bald head was chattering as he ran forward and back.

The sound of murmuring scriptures spread far, far away...

…

Half-dragon tribe.

Bai Yujun was taking a nap while lying on the waterside pavilion in the lotus pond. The dragon's tail hung down into the water and swayed gently, attracting several koi carps to gather. Outside the waterside pavilion, monkeys hung on tree branches to sleep.

Outside the ancestral hall, half-dragons were screening, with the main targets being young people.

According to Bai Moulong's request, it is better to be deficient rather than excessive. Those who are unstable will not be accepted, those who are rebellious will not be accepted, and those who are extremely self-interested will not be accepted. Of course, Bai Moulong's magical power of fortune-telling can be used to roughly see the destiny and Qi, saving a lot of time.

filter.

What puzzles Long Zhao the most is that His Highness Bailong doesn't care about thin blood.

The bloodline of the half-dragon clan can only be seen in the dragon horns on the head.

The bigger the dragon horns are, the more dragon bloodline is contained in the body, and vice versa. The bloodline is more or less destined to talent and future achievements. Similar to the Dragon Palace, everything is based on bloodline. Unexpectedly, Shenlong doesn't care about bloodline at all.

concentration.

Long Zhao and the strong half-dragon people had a guess in their minds. Perhaps the dragon could strengthen their bloodline...

The clan elders originally wanted to install some trustworthy descendants, but it was difficult to do so.

Half-dragons are strong or weak, poor or rich. After countless generations of reproduction, their family ties are getting weaker and weaker. Several families with strong bloodlines share power equally. Most of the people with thin bloodlines are actually similar to ordinary mortals. They work in peacetime and participate in wars.

I have long been accustomed to this kind of life.

Occasionally, some civilian newborns with thin bloodline will experience atavism, and the concentration suddenly increases, which is the only way to improve their class.

There was a long queue at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

The upper layer of a small amount of brocade clothes and fine clothes is mostly made up of ordinary half-dragons with muddy old clothes and trousers.

There are dragon stone pillars surrounding the clearing, and five dragon-scale clones examine everyone.

The clones communicate with each other secretly.

The clone wearing a long skirt and having the power to condense and play with the floating dragon is very boring to look at.

"So, why are we standing on top?"

On the other side, the clone holding the guqin had a calm expression.

"Perhaps in order to show deterrence, you can create a magic clone. Can you cast a spell to blow up a small breeze? Just blow your long hair to make it look elegant, you know."

"no problem."

Suddenly, the breeze was very cool.

The spear clone with the coldest and most domineering expression raised his eyebrows.

"Don't move around. A master must have the temperament of a master. Be as fast as the wind and as slow as the forest! Invade like fire! Be as motionless as a mountain! Be as unpredictable as darkness! Move as fast as thunder!"

The heavy sword clone and the sword and shield clone, both wearing armor, nodded in agreement.

The magic clone and the guqin clone rolled their eyes.

The open space in front of the ancestral hall.

Many young half-dragons have fiery eyes, and many look up to their quintiles. However, there are very few high-ranking disciples, and most of them are ordinary half-dragons with thin blood. Even the high-ranking disciples are marginalized people who are marginalized, with Long Zhao being the exception.

In the crowd, a boy with an inconspicuous dragon horn on his head was very nervous.

Elbow touching the young man dressed as a fisherman in front of him.

"Rang, do you think it's really Shenlong who chooses people? Will we be chosen?"

The fisherman boy shook his head.

"I don't know. The patriarch wouldn't lie to us when he said he was a divine dragon. It doesn't matter how strong the bloodline is or the level of cultivation, as long as he is a young man, it's fine, but..."

The fisherman boy named Rang frowned.

"I didn't see your young master coming to choose. It's very strange."

Many young people find it strange.

The nervous boy looked at the busy Long Zhao in front of him.

"Zhao has left the clan. I saw the old clan leader revising the family tree at noon. Maybe this is our chance to change our destiny."

"Yeah, it's good to leave. There are five younger brothers and sisters in the family. It doesn't make any difference if I have one more and one less..."

"..."

There was a moment of silence.

I feel like I was abandoned by my family, leaving my family home at a young age to go to a strange outside world.

The screening pass rate is very high. The young people who can come still yearn for the dragon clan in their hearts. They grew up listening to the legend of dragons. They have not changed their original intentions due to growth. At least they still have dreams in their hearts.

Long Zhao used a secret method to examine the fisherman boy and nodded.

"If you pass, go and wait in the ancestral hall first. His Highness Shenlong will take you away after the screening."

"Next."

The nervous boy stepped forward and became even more nervous. His legs were shaking so much that five clones even looked around curiously.

Long Zhao smiled and cast the spell.

"I...my name is Bing...I, I..."

"Relax, the process is very simple, well, it's over, pass."

Does this pass?

The nervous young man who had never experienced any major events since he was a child is still confused. Looking back on the past, he could only stand and watch from a distance even in the ancestral hall. He never left his family's fields. He only climbed up the city wall to help during the war. Now he has to leave.

The tribe follows the dragon...

He was happy to see the real dragon, but also fearful of leaving home, feeling conflicted inside.

Walking into the ancestral hall of the half-dragon clan in a trance.

Like many young men and women who saw the portraits of the Dragon King and Dragon Queen for the first time, they were inevitably oppressed by their aura. Perhaps it was an illusion, and they vaguely felt that the five divine dragon clones outside looked very similar to the Dragon Queen.

In the evening, the sun sets.

Accompanied by Long Wei, Bai Yujun saw more than a thousand half-dragon young men and women inside and outside the ancestral hall.

"Your Highness, please see if you are satisfied."

“Very good, very good.”

Long Mu glanced at it and saw that Long Zhao did a good job.

Long Wei was still a little worried.

"But...their dragon bloodline is too thin. I'm afraid it will be difficult to assist His Highness in the future. How about I choose some juniors with strong bloodline."

Bai Yujun waved his hand to interrupt, not caring about his bloodline level.

"It doesn't matter, I have my own arrangements. I will take them away as agreed. From now on, although they are still half-dragons, they will be under my command. The half-dragons have no right to mobilize command. As for the Dragon Palace, I will find a way to get rid of them."

Get rid of the Demonic Dragon King and the Old Immortal."

"It is their honor to follow His Highness Shenlong, and we are extremely grateful to His Highness for helping to tide over the crisis."

The old patriarch Long Kui bent down and thanked him.

The other half-dragons had no intention of objecting. Anyway, they were all ordinary half-dragons with thin blood.

The nervous boy and the fisherman boy saw Master Shenlong from a distance.

They are very young and beautiful, with snow-white dragon horns, pointed ears, and a long dragon tail. The natural suppression of their bloodline makes them feel a certain sense of fear.

Before I could react, the scene in front of me suddenly changed...

"What...what is this place?"

All the selected half-dragons stood on the lawn, with blue sky, white clouds, gentle breeze, giant trees, waterfalls, a majestic temple on the top of the mountain, and a suspended mountain peak above their heads.

There is a shadow above the head, and a huge sailboat falls from the sky.

Long Zhao stood at the front and saw a female priest stepping off the boat.

"I am Jiang. I am taking you to the land of the Half-Dragon Tribe under the decree of the Dragon Emperor. Please board the ship."
Chapter completed!