Prehistoric: Green Snake just wants to cultivate immortals

Chapter 65
Qingguang armored soldiers equipped with swords, their heroic brows are majestic and majestic.A body full of iron blood and evil spirit hides the whole body, honed by thousands of battles like a peerless sword.

Qingling was stunned, he thought that the ancestor of Qinglong should be an old man, but he didn't expect to be so young.In Yuanshen, Fuchun's godhead trembled suddenly, reminding him that the person in front of him might be the god of Zhuchun.

"Qing Ling pays homage to the Lord God."

The other party looked at Qing Ling with his head down with sharp eyes, and remained silent for a long time.

It wasn't until Qing Ling thought that the other party would not let him get up that he heard a clear voice saying: "Get up."

"Thank you Lord God."

The other party was silent for a moment, took two steps forward, and said: "If it weren't for the divine sense and the spring god breath on your body, I wouldn't believe that the auxiliary god of this deity would be a heavenly rank."

Qing Ling was a little embarrassed, and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"Forget it, no matter how weak I am, I'm still the deity's person after all. I'm just a clone, just execute it." The Qinglong clone shook his head, and seemed to say to himself: "No wonder the deity intends this way. There is no such thing as a heaven-level cultivation base. A little bit of use."

Qingling could only continue to pretend to be deaf. Obviously, he met his boss and was disgusted by the other party. At this time, keeping silent is the best way.

The Qinglong clone walked out of the hall alone, and said, "Follow me."

Qing Ling naturally followed and walked up to the top of Qinglong Sacred Mountain.

As the mountain wind whistled, Qinglong stood with his hands behind his back, looked down, and said, "Another round of holy sacrifices has begun!"

Hearing this, Qing Ling also looked down.

I saw a pure gold nine-clawed golden dragon appearing in front of the magnificent Crystal Palace at some point on the main hall. Head touches the ground.

However, at the front of each clan stood the saints and sons representing each clan, kneeling under the figure of the nine-clawed golden dragon. Straight spines are no longer straight.

"Do you know why the Holy Sacrifice is the biggest event of the three clans?" Qinglong's avatar didn't look back, but still stared at the sacrificial ceremony in Wanzu Square.

Qing Ling was thoughtful, and said uncertainly: "Because of 'luck'?"

"That's right." Qinglong clone nodded and said, "I'll let you see the real holy sacrifice!"

Qing Ling trembled in his heart. These matters related to the holy sacrifice are all top secret. It seems that it is not suitable for him, a non-dragon snake clan, to look at it.

But before he could figure it out, on the top of Qinglong Sacred Mountain, there was a weather change in the void sky. From the Qinglong avatar, a ferocious and mighty Qinglong phantom swirled around Qingling, and rushed into his pupils in an instant.

In the next moment, the world seen by Qing Ling's eyes lost all color, and everything in the world, green mountains and green waters, was colorless.

Only, only Wanzu Square is colorful!

His pupils dilated vertically in an instant, staring closely at the scene below that shocked him extremely.

I saw above the colorless Crystal Palace, a huge golden dragon entrenched, the golden dragon is dazzling, the shape is tens of thousands, the thing formed by the intertwined luck of the endless dragon clan, the golden dragon of luck!

It's just that behind the golden dragon's brilliant scale armor, there are extremely many and extremely small black-gray catastrophe, and blood-colored disasters are all over the place.

And below, the signs of luck of all races and beasts appeared separately.

There are seven royal families of the sea, the divine whale of luck, the divine turtle of luck... and the extraordinary luck of all races in different colors.

But at this moment, as they knelt down, the endless power of luck flowed back into the body of the magnificent golden dragon of luck, and the golden dragon of luck swelled up again, and the blood-colored black spots on its back shrank accordingly. More prosperous than ever.

And below, the luck of the saint sons of all races was lost, not just their own luck, but the luck of countless people from all races kneeling down and offering.

Seeing this, he hurriedly looked towards the east. There was a colorless sea in the east, and across the endless sea in the distance, there were all kinds of signs of luck rising in the clan lands with the Holy Son clan, all of which flowed back to the Dragon Palace in the East Sea. Golden Dragon!
However, in the Eastern Wilderness, the Xishan Snake Clan did not lose their luck.

And looking at Tiannan again, it is also a giant phoenix spreading its wings to the sky, and the image of luck of all birds in the world flows into every feather of the phoenix, making it even more vivid.

If you can't look at the west side of the week, all the signs of luck for the beasts on the land will also return to the pair of back-to-back twin unicorns on the Qilin Cliff.

Qing Ling looked back at Granny Hua Geng and her party in the Wanzu Square. They also had lost luck and merged into the body of the golden dragon.

He looked in the direction of Xishan again, but there was still no vision.

Qing Ling's heart moved, and she seemed to understand.And just as he turned around, he suddenly turned his head and found a round of mysterious ancient jade discs inlaid between the eyebrows of the salamander statue of luck in the east and west.

A flash of shock suddenly flashed in his heart, but before he looked carefully, the emptiness in his pupils dissipated, and the world became a colorful world again in his eyes, and all kinds of visions disappeared.

The Qinglong avatar asked: "Do you understand?"

"understood."

"Then let's see."

Qing Ling nodded and replied: "Yes. Then the junior doesn't care about anything.

The Holy Sacrifice of the Dragon Clan, and even the Holy Sacrifice of the Three Clans, are just a cover. The Grand Competition of the Holy Son is just a means of confusing. The catastrophe of those dragons is dead.

And electing the Holy Son from each clan, giving the Holy Son a high status is only a lead to gather the luck of all ethnic groups. If there is no Holy Son to gather the luck of a clan, even the patriarch may not be able to represent all the luck of a clan, and the Holy Son has a noble status And without real power, it can indeed be regarded as a symbol of luck for each ethnic group.

As for those small clans that don't even have Taiyi major repairs, their luck is too weak and mottled, even if the dragon clan swallows it, it will have little effect.

All the three clans practiced this method, tacitly, but in fact they ruled the world with luck.Although all races know that it is impossible for the three races to coexist peacefully all the time, but the existence of the three races has brought together the entire prehistoric luck, so why not join hands to check and balance the extremely powerful and even higher existences of all parties? "

Surprise flashed across the eyes of the Qinglong avatar, and said: "What I said earlier is indeed good, but what I said later is by no means what ordinary masters can see.

Just now you saw the world of luck, even ordinary powers can't see it so intuitively.You can see through so much, which is also a kind of predestined relationship and great wisdom.No wonder the deity will arrange this matter for you. "

Qing Ling wondered, "What's the matter?"

"Naturally it's a good thing!" Qinglong's avatar chuckled, but there was an imperceptible silence in the clear laughter.

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