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Chapter 208: The saint is only assigned to Lin Xuan to guard the gate?The Dragon Clan was shocked

Seeing the scene in Buzhou Mountain in front of them, all the dragons were dumbfounded, their eyes full of horror, trembling, and faintly angry.

I originally thought that the ancestor mentioned by my ancestors was some kind of saint, but this is what happened?
The Four Seas Dragon Lords looked at each other with surprise on their faces, and even wanted to turn around and leave.

And the girls below couldn't help but exclaim, disappointed.

"What, Sihai doesn't hesitate to draft, just to welcome and please the Wumen?"

"Why did my ancestor bring me to the witch clan? Do we want to marry one of these witch clansmen?"

"It's unimaginable. Although our dragon clan is weak, we are not weak enough to rely on the lich."

Everyone had sad faces, and their faces were full of confusion and puzzlement. They didn't know which part of the ancestor Qinglong had made the mistake.

What surprised everyone the most was that a quasi-sage as powerful as Patriarch Qinglong also bowed to this senior of the Wumen. So where did this person exist? Could it be that he really had some hard power.

Everyone gasped, still finding it difficult to accept it. They always felt that the Witch Clan was a bottomless pit of fire, and Qinglong was also extremely confused.

Seeing this situation, the other party still looked respectful, and he didn't take the people's doubts seriously, and snorted coldly:
"Why do I need to explain to you what I do? How can a group of short-sighted people understand the supreme heritage of the senior witch master. If the Dragon Clan can get on this line, even a tiny bit of light will be enough to restore the prosperity of the three clans. It’s time.”

Qinglong scolded, his face full of sternness, but when he mentioned the name of the Witch Lord, it turned into an indescribable admiration and excitement, as if he was worshiping.

Seeing this situation, everyone below was dumbfounded, their scalps were numb, and they felt extremely confused and surprised.

Once upon a time, the ancestor who was good at fighting turned into such a flattering and licking dog. He actually praised a witch clan so much that everyone was shocked.

hiss--

Sihai Longjun took a deep breath, and his expression changed. He always felt that his ancestor had either been taken away from his body, or was enslaved and turned into a puppet, so he could say such insincere words.

"What, who is the witch master that our ancestors said is this? Is he more awesome than a saint?" Sihai Longjun was stunned and extremely doubtful.

The leaders of the Turtle Clan and Shark Clan below also had pale faces, and their expressions turned from surprise to fright.

I thought I could reach such a peerless person, but in the end, I was sent to be a concubine and maidservant by a barbarian from the Wu clan. This ancestor of the Qinglong clan must be so heartless and crazy, he just led the Sea clan into a pit.

"Ancestor, think twice. You can never go to this witch sect. No matter how capable the witch master is, can he really remove the karma from all over the world?"

Guicheng and the others shook their heads to dissuade him, their faces full of despair.

But Patriarch Qinglong snorted coldly and took everyone back to the back hill of Hongyun Palace for arrangements.

Seeing the Dragon Clan coming in force, Zhen Yuanzi, who was taking care of his baby, was slightly stunned, and then burst into envious eyes and smiles.

"You Qinglong, where did you choose so many beautiful queens to be born?"

Zhen Yuanzi's eyes were red with envy, and he only regretted that he had no female relatives in Wuzhuang Temple, otherwise he would have had many children and many blessings.

"Oh, why didn't I have a few precious daughters?" Zhen Yuanzi sighed, as if he had anticipated the wonderful scene of Qinglong's rise.

Ancestor Qinglong raised his chin, slightly arrogantly, and gave the other party a study-ready look.

Qinglong asked quietly: "Is Master Wu Zun still fishing in Waxuan River?"

Ever since he and the Thunder Dragon clan submitted to the Wumen, Qinglong has been extremely humble and submissive, without any of the arrogance he had in East China Sea.

Seeing this situation, the followers behind him were all dumbfounded and doubtful about life.

"What, the ancestor is so humble? It's incredible." "Oh my God, where does this senior witch exist? Could he really be a saint?"

"I really can't figure out how the Wumen subdued the ancestors. Did our Dragon Clan also fall?"

Everyone was extremely unwilling and shook their heads.

At this time, their eyes suddenly fell on the surroundings, and they saw shocking pictures.

Descendants of the Lei Jiao lineage, quasi-sage middle stage.

The tens of thousands of descendants of Houqing and Jiufeng are quasi-sages.

The army of Sanxiao’s descendants are all quasi-sages.

The descendants of Chang Xi and Xihe are quasi-sage peaks.

Descendants of Ziyi, the pinnacle of quasi-sage.

Qin Yuan's descendants are all quasi-sages.

Seeing this, everyone on the scene was dumbfounded, completely shocked and numb, a little dazed and cracked, their eyes were filled with fright and disbelief, they were shocked to the extreme.

In comparison, the Qinglong Ancestor, the strongest among their clan, was simply insignificant and worth mentioning in Wang Yanghai's quasi-sage army, like a drop of water, too humble and insignificant.

After a long time, everyone swallowed their saliva and roared in astonishment. Their eyes suddenly dropped, as if they had been greatly shocked and shocked:
"What, even a three-year-old child is a quasi-sage, and this aura seems to be more powerful than that of our ancestors?"

"It's too scary. How come all infants are quasi-sages? Is there any justice in this? Could it be that quasi-sages are worse than dogs!"

"Hiss, how humble and insignificant we dragons are, in front of these descendants of the witch clan, we are as weak and pathetic as a worm!"

puff-

Sihai Longjun knelt down and trembled, his eyes widened, and his mind was constantly bombarded with the shocking scenes before him, and he was so surprised and horrified that he couldn't be more surprised.

I thought that the ancestor of Qinglong was invincible enough to take control of one side, but I didn't expect that the descendants born and raised by the witch master were countless times more powerful and monsters.I am afraid that one look and one glance can destroy the Four Seas Dragon Clan countless times.

In the face of this supreme foundation of the Wumen, the Dragon Clan is like a frog at the bottom of a well, making everyone feel ashamed and unable to calm down for a long time.

Swah——

But at this moment, his eyes moved away, and then fell in front of the Hongyun Cult Leader who was guarding the door.

Feeling the majestic and endless purple energy and holy yuan, the pupils of everyone on the field shrank, and their souls were trembling with fear. They were more than a hundred times shocked than before, and their jaws dropped to the ground.

"Holy, saint..."

"What, he is as powerful as the Saint Cult Leader, but he is only assigned to the Blood Witch Lord to guard the gate?"

"Oh my god, what is the origin of this senior that ancestor Qinglong mentioned? It's too scary and crazy."

"Are we, the beautiful girls from all over the world, really worthy of this holy senior? We are blind."

The Dragon Lord of the Four Seas and the clan leaders collapsed and howled miserably, feeling extremely regretful and painful, followed by anticipation and ecstasy.

Even the saints guard the gate and are loyal.It can even create thousands of descendants of quasi-holy bloodline, so how much worse can this rumored Lord of Ten Thousand Witches be?

At worst, he is probably a saint leader.If only as Qinglong said, with such a powerful person, the Dragon Clan would be able to get out of the predicament in no time and regain its glory!
(End of this chapter)