"How dare you question the teacher?"
On the billion-foot-high jade platform, Guangchengzi, Taiyi Zhenren and other immortals shouted loudly.
"Huang Long, you are not grateful to the teacher for accepting you and teaching you carefully. How dare you feel dissatisfied and question the teacher?"
"Extremely shameless, wolf-hearted, and unworthy of a human being!" The Antarctic Immortal waved his sleeves and continued to scold.
Huang Long's weak voice was drowned in the curse.
Master Huang Long stared at his dear teacher, waiting for the answer in his heart.
Yuanshi Tianzun was so arrogant. In his life, he hated people who wore lins and armor and whose eggs turned into moisture.
Back then, there were 129,600 jade steps, but I didn't expect Huanglong, a clan of scales, to be able to pass the test.
For the sake of the saint's reputation, Yuanshi Tianzun had no choice but to accept this man with scales and armor as his disciple, even if he didn't like it.
Yuanshi Tianzun, as a saint and as the leader of the Yuqing Chan Sect, is so noble, but today he was questioned like this, and his face was already ashen and gloomy.
"Teacher, please explain, why did you let this disciple go to die? Isn't this disciple the direct disciple of Chan's teaching?" Huang Long asked again without turning his eyes.
"Wearing a lin and armor, the egg turns into moisture, and the blessings are shallow. It is your duty to share the worries of your senior brother." The voice was majestic, carrying the supreme majesty of the jade clear, and the pressure of Huanglong was breathless.
The voice reached Huang Long's ears, completely crushing Huang Long's last hope.
Huang Long hoped that the teacher had made a mistake, and the teacher did not expect that just asking his disciples to give him food would involve such a huge cause and effect.
As long as the teacher says it, Huanglong will believe it and firmly believe it!
But now...
Huang Long's hopes and persistence for hundreds of millions of years completely collapsed at this moment.
Taoist heart collapsed.
Tears couldn't stop falling, and he cried: "Why?"
"Why should I die for Guang Chengzi?"
"Why?" Huang Long asked.
Snapped!
A fairy whip whipped towards Huang Long.
boom!
Huanglong was whipped away by the fairy whip and fell hard on the jade, leaving a terrifying ravine on the white bones of his body.
Guangchengzi looked indifferent, "What does it mean to die for Pindao? I blame the teacher. You have committed a capital crime and still dare to frame Pindao. Your crime is unpardonable and you should receive three hundred immortal whips!"
Master Yuding's face showed compassion and moved, "Please show mercy to me, Master Huang Long... Alas, his body, meridians, and soul are all worn out, and there is no possibility of rebellion. Let me take him out of Kunlun Mountain."
"Junior brother Yuding, if you step back, if you don't give him three hundred lashes, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart!"
Bang bang!
Five lightning whips fell down and hit the bones, creating thousands of ravines.
Yuanshi Tianzun turned around calmly and said, "Huanglong and below are guilty of the above, and the blessings are shallow. Today, I will be expelled from Chanjiao."
On the jade steps.
Huang Long was already numb, and no matter how hard the whip fell on his body, he felt no pain at all.
All the flesh and blood were worn away, the tendons and veins were severed, the reverse scales were pulled out, the dragon bones were cracked and all the dragon marrow was lost.
There is no way to recover, and there is no chance of survival.
Master Huang Long's heart was filled with sadness and he closed his eyes in resignation.
And at the same time.
The four seas meet at the deepest trench of hundreds of millions of feet.
The candle dragon hovered in the trench, licking its wounds and recovering its body.
Zhulong's consciousness was in a trance, and he dreamed back to the time before countless Yuan meetings.
In the vast East China Sea, there are countless aquatic tribes, and all the ancient scale armor tribes are under the control of the dragon tribe.
Zhulong saw many familiar faces, "Yinglong, Chilong, Lilong, Black Dragon, Golden Dragon, Thunder Dragon."
Above the ten thousand dragons is the beginning of the ten thousand dragons, the Ancestral Dragon!
"Brother!" Zhulong looked horrified and a little unbelievable, and his mood was so agitated that it was difficult to suppress it.
Zulong walked down the sea of clouds and reached out to touch Zhulong's face.
The mist in Zhulong's eyes surged, and the texture was so real.
"I'm not here, it's really hard for you. I support the world..."
"Brother, it's really you, brother, you're back." Zhulong held Zulong's hand tightly, for fear that it was a dream and his brother would be gone when he woke up.
Zulong's eyes seemed filled with infinite vicissitudes and desolation, "In that battle, the fate of the Sihai Clan was at stake. I thought I could defeat the Feng and Qilin Clan."
"However, the magical power was no match for the gods, and the three tribes were instigated by Rahu and eventually passed away."
"Hongjun is not a good person either. He just sits and watches Luohu instigate three tribes to attain the supreme demonic path. Hongjun kills the demon to prove the path..."
"My ancestor, the dragon, is the eternal sinner of the dragon clan. He will never be forgiven by death..."
Speaking of this, Zulong's eyes flickered, his face was serious, and he said solemnly and seriously: "But, how can I, Zulong, leave no backup plan?"
"Back-up plan? Brother Zulong, do you still have a back-up plan?"
"That battle is related to the fate of the dragon clan. How can I ruin all hope for life?"
"Zhulong, you go to Kunlun and immediately awaken the dragon veins I have laid... and take them back to the Ancestral Dragon Palace to open the final dragon tomb..."
The majestic voice of Zulong became more and more ethereal.
Zhulong was in a trance. When he opened his eyes again, tears were streaming down his face. He gritted his teeth and held back the tears, "Brother Zulong!" (Picture 1, Picture 2)
Kunlun Mountain, above the Jade Terrace.
Huang Long had resigned himself to his fate and allowed himself to be whipped by the fairy whip, causing the dragon's marrow to flow freely.
"Hang! Hang!" A loud dragon roar resounded through the top of Kunlun Mountain.
"How dare you bully our Dragon Clan? Do you really think that our Dragon Clan has no one?"
A candle-colored dragon shadow fell, its claws were sharp, and it struck Guang Chengzi.
With one blow, Guangchengzi will perish even if he doesn't die.
boom!
The three precious jade Ruyi cut through the void, blooming with green light, and knocked back the candle dragon with one blow.
The candle dragon hovered in the air, and was shocked by the power of the saint. He suddenly felt that his internal organs were surging, and the uncontrollable pain invaded his whole body.
Yuanshi Tianzun walked out of the void with a dull expression, "If you don't respect the saint, you will be punished!"
"Since the cause and effect has been established, please stay in Kunlun Mountain." The holy seal was majestic and directly pronounced Zhulong's guilt.
Yuanshi Tianzun had a nine-dragon agarwood chaser. Counting the candle dragon, there were exactly ten dragons.
Just thinking about letting Zulong's younger brother pull the cart makes Yuanshi Tianzun gain a lot of dignity.
Ten Dragons Agarwood Chase, can be described in one word, cool and stunning!
Huang Long, who was lying on the jade stone, struggled to open his eyes and was equally shocked, "Zhu... Zhulong... Ancestor..."
"Why did our ancestors come to Kunlun Mountain?"
"To save me?"
"My ancestors were confused..."
But it has to be said that at this moment, Huanglong's Taoist heart was truly enlightened.
"Home is the world..."
Although he has been teaching for hundreds of millions of years, he still has a sense of alienation in his heart.
"Home is where your heart is at peace."
Huang Long smiled and slowly closed his eyes, finding his home before he died.
When he was dying, the only thing he couldn't worry about was his ancestor who came to the rescue alone.
Antarctic Immortal Weng, Guang Chengzi, and other Kunlun immortals all sacrificed spiritual treasures and surrounded Zhulong, "I'm sorry, I really bullied the Rulong clan."
Even without the Primordial Heavenly Lord taking action, the Kunlun immortals swarmed forward and fought to a draw with the seriously injured Zhulong.
"What the hell!" Zhulong was also very aggrieved. According to when he was young, he could crush someone to death with one claw.
"You bully me into having no one in the Dragon Clan? Just wait for me while you are paralyzed!"
"Essence and blood are the basis, the dragon's roar is the guide, the dragon formation, open!" Zhulong shouted softly and let out a loud dragon roar.
The roar of the dragon shook the sky, seeming to activate a secret realm somewhere in Kunlun Mountain.
Then they saw the Kunlun Mountains shaking, and a dragon power far exceeding the candle dragon a hundred times and a thousand times poured out from the Kunlun Ruins.
"Hang!" A louder dragon roar resounded throughout the world!
Then I saw a giant white dragon, hovering on the top of Kunlun Mountain, its power shook the world!
The eyes of Nanji Xianweng, Guangchengzi, Taiyi Zhenren, including Ran Deng, suddenly opened and shrunk, and their faces were filled with horror, and they lost their voices: "Ancestral Dragon!?"
"How is this possible? Didn't Zulong fall long before the Billion Dollar Meeting?"
