Hong Huang: I, the ten sons of Zulong, the golden dragon of luck

Return to Dragon Domain.

In the eyes of Yazi, Prisoner, and Si, Ao Hui is completely different from other dragon disciples.

Not only because he is a lucky golden dragon.

It was because he easily killed Yuan Feng, who was a quasi-sage.

Whether it is strength or decisive attitude, it is enough to make Yazi and Prisoner submit.

Even compared to the Zulong back then, this mighty and domineering power is a bit better.

Only a Dragon Clan disciple with such aura and strength can lead the entire Dragon Clan!

Sanqing was very pleased to see the Dragon Clan returning triumphantly.

Especially Daoist Tongtian.

After seeing Ao Hui's battle, his whole body's aura is completely different.

It is even more ecstatic to see a trace of the coercion and arrogance of the ancestor dragon from him.

"Congratulations, congratulations, it seems that the dragon clan has won a complete victory, and they have revenge."

Yuanshi Tianzun also immediately stepped forward and said: "In this way, the Dragon Clan will definitely dominate the prehistoric world in the future."

Taiqing Lao Tzu also stepped forward to congratulate: "The Dragon Clan was originally the overlord of the wild, and I am afraid that it will be even more dominant in the future. Congratulations."

Although Sanqing was also a little worried that the Dragon Clan was too powerful.

But now, as a member of the Dragon Clan, Ao Hui is even more lucky as a golden dragon, so for Sanqing, there are only advantages and no disadvantages.

With Ao Hui around, the more powerful the Dragon Clan is, the Sanqing can also benefit from Ao Hui's glory.

Even if you walk in this prehistoric area in the future, everyone will be afraid of you!
At this moment, Prisoner Niu led the disciples of the Dragon Clan, stood in front of Ao Hui with a solemn expression, and knelt respectfully.

"My disciples of the Dragon Clan, welcome the Dragon King!"

Ao Hui stood on the spot, his eyes still calm.

As the tenth son of Zulong, his identity was originally not tolerated by the law of heaven.

But he is also the lucky golden dragon of the dragon clan.

Ao Hui fell into deep thought at this moment.

When he comprehended the Mythical Great Luo, he had already seen the ending of the Dragon Clan.

In the end, although the Dragon Clan will not die out completely, it will end in a very miserable end.

In the end, the Dragon Clan changed from being the overlord of the prehistoric to an object of oppression by everyone.

In this prehistoric world, it can be said that they have completely lost their power.

Not only can the mere Jade Emperor be shaken, but even a Monkey King dares to make trouble in the East China Sea.

Anyone who dares to ride on the head of the Dragon Clan and act wildly!

When Ao Hui thought of the final ending, he felt unwilling!
It turns out that he is different from the way of heaven, so he has to go against the way of heaven!
Now he has cultivated the Mythical Great Luo, comparable to a saint.

That day's Tao cultivation base is not untouchable!
At this moment, Ao Hui made up his mind to lead the Dragon Clan to fight against the Dao of Heaven!
Even if the fall of the dragon clan is the destiny, he will break the destiny!

The dragon's blood in Ao Hui's body kept boiling, and the dragon's heart was jumping eagerly.

He looked at the burning eyes of Prison Niu and the dragon disciples, and said in a firm and forceful tone: "From today, I, Ao Hui, will be the new dragon king of the dragon clan!"

Immediately afterwards, the Dragon Clan disciple shouted loudly: "Dragon King!"

"Dragon King!"

"Dragon King!"

Ao Hui was overjoyed.

Years passed.

The Dragon Clan was revived.

However, due to the war, the number of dragon disciples was extremely small.

Ao Hui led the disciples of the Dragon Clan to donate the Dragon Transformation Pond so that all the disciples of the Dragon Clan could transform into dragons.

Another millennium passed.

Dragon City finally flourished.

From just over 20 giant dragons at the beginning, a thousand giant dragons have been bred now.

And according to the talent and heels of each dragon, as long as the giant dragon is born, it can be tempered in the Dragon Transformation Pond, so as to improve its cultivation.

Thousands of years have passed.

In the sky above Dragon City, there was an incomparably huge booming sound suddenly.

All I could see was that above the Nine Heavens, the spirit energy gathered from all directions was rapidly condensing on Dragon City.

And because the fairy spirit was so fast, various visions appeared in the sky.

These fairy spirits condensed crazily, formed a spiral shape, and flew towards a certain direction of Dragon City.

And these fairy spirits set off a violent gust of wind.

At this moment, Sanqing, who is in retreat, is about to break through the peak of Da Luo Jinxian, and thus enter the quasi-sage.

The ferocious fairy spirit was attracted by the three of them.

Taiqing Laozi broke through first, and at this moment all the spirit energy was absorbed by him.

Then came Yuanshi Tianzun, and then Daoist Tongtian.

The three entered the quasi-sage realm almost at the same time.

This is a rare vision that made all the disciples of the Dragon Clan in Dragon City dumbfounded.

Immediately afterwards, the quasi-sage's coercion swept across the entire Dragon City.

Ao Hui looked in the direction where Sanqing was, and only then did he understand.

So, Ao Hui went in response.

"Greetings to the two uncles, and respect to the master."

"Congratulations to uncle and master for entering the quasi-sage realm."

Taoist Tongtian felt comfortable all over, with a smile on his face.

Below the quasi-sage, they are all ants.

In the future, who else would dare to bully the Dragon Clan?

In this way, the Dragon Clan and Sanqing were completely bound together.

From then on, no one dared to invade the Dragon Clan in the Great Desolation.

I didn't even have the heart of coveting, I dare not have it!
The dragon clan is strong, and under the blessing of Ao Hui, the lucky golden dragon, the luck is even more majestic.

Taoist Tongtian saw that Ao Hui was now firmly established in the Dragon Clan, so he sighed, like a father looking at his child with kind eyes.

"Ao Hui, now you are the Dragon King, your vengeance has been avenged, and the dragon clan is prosperous."

"As a teacher, I have to go to the wilderness to find opportunities."

"If you have something to do, you can pass on your thoughts. As a teacher, you will definitely come quickly."

Ao Hui was very grateful.

Yuanshi Tianzun and Taiqing Laozi also instructed: "Don't worry, if the Dragon Clan is in trouble again, I don't know your master, our two seniors will come quickly."

"Three quasi-sages, no one dares to challenge the Dragon Clan."

Sanqing is the one who loves his disciples the most, and is extremely protective of his weaknesses.

Even if Ao Hui did something wrong, as long as someone dared to bully their Sanqing disciples, they would definitely not be forgiven.

Ao Hui felt very warm when he saw the seriousness of the two uncles and the master.

"Uncle Master, Master, disciples know."

"Three, please rest assured that nothing will happen to the Dragon Clan."

Sanqing nodded in relief, and left from Longyu.

Unknowingly, a long river of time has passed. I don't know how many years.

1000...

3000...

5000...

Within the Great Desolation, not only the Dragon Clan, but also the Qilin Clan, Witch Clan, and Monster Clan have grown correspondingly.

The dragon clan has bred tens of thousands of dragon sons and grandsons.

And because of the existence of Hualongchi, the strength of cultivation far exceeds that of other races.

It can be said that it has become a prehistoric and terrifying existence.

But Ao Hui never let up.

Because he learned that he is a strange number, once discovered, it may bring danger.

If he is in danger, then the Dragon Clan will be doomed.

Today, Ao Hui touched the place on his forehead where the colorful dragon scales were, and remembered what Zulong had said to him.

Now that his strength is comparable to that of a saint, he is afraid that he will never meet the so-called crisis again.

Does that mean that he will never see Zulong again?

Ao Hui took a deep breath, and there was a hint of sadness in his calm eyes.