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

Ao Hui didn't know what happened, he just felt that from his body, no, to be precise, a power that didn't belong to him erupted from that scale.

"Little witch clan, dare to imprint the soul on my dragon clan?!"

A very majestic voice reached Ao Hui's ears, and it also reached the ears of the old man opposite.

"Who?! Don't play tricks?!"

The old man suddenly panicked. The person who can easily deprive him of his five senses must be a quasi-sage!

"Don't you know who I am?"

The majestic voice sneered and said.

Who else is the quasi-sage of the Dragon Clan besides Zulong?
The old man swallowed a mouthful of saliva suddenly, and his back was soaked.

"It turned out to be the noble Zulong. This matter is all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

Forcibly stabilizing his trembling voice, the old man smiled wryly.

"Misunderstanding? I can see clearly that you want to use the soul brand on my son. Today's matter cannot be resolved with a single misunderstanding!"

A huge golden dragon with a size of ten thousand feet gradually appeared in front of Ao Hui, and a pair of dragon eyes glared at the old man in front of him.

Seeing the golden dragon, the old man's heart sank again, the real body of Zulong had already appeared, and it was hopeless for him to run away.

Ao Hui, on the other hand, had the completely opposite mood from the old man. The appearance of the Zulong made him both surprised and happy, but he couldn't figure it out. How could the Zulong, who had clearly fallen, appear here again?

"Then... how does Zulong want to solve it?"

The old man gritted his teeth and asked Zulong.

"Don't you like imprinting soul marks on people? Then I want you to be my slave for ten thousand years! Hui'er, go and engrave your soul mark on his soul!"

Unable to allow the old man to refuse, Zu Long turned around and said to Ao Hui, pointing at the old man.

Ao Hui suddenly gained confidence, swayed his body and came in front of the old man, imitating the old man's appearance and summoning his own soul brand.

"No! This old man is the Twelve Dark Liches of the Witch Clan! Even if you die, you can't be his slave!"

When the old man saw Ao Hui's soul brand, he couldn't hold back at once. This was an extremely insulting request to him.

As he said that, the old man's breathing became disordered, and his body also swelled from the original dryness, turning into a balloon within a few breaths.

Seeing this, Zulong immediately stretched out his dragon tail and rolled back Ao Hui who was approaching by the old man, and his tall figure shrank into a ball.

"boom!"

After a loud noise, it seemed that the whole world trembled, and the Zulong wrapped around Ao Hui also became unreal after resisting the old man's self-explosion for him.

"So you're just a remnant soul?!"

Of course, the old man saw that Zulong started to become illusory, so he figured it out immediately. He was frightened by Zulong's aura. No wonder Zulong didn't directly restrain him just now, and let him explode.

"Hey, now it's over. If your body is still there, I can't do anything about you. Now you only have a soul. Even if I only have a remnant soul, I can still suppress you!"

Zu Long's stern expression suddenly revealed a hint of cunning, and the powerful soul coercion came out through his body. The old man's soul was just like Ao Hui just now, unable to move at all.

Seeing what happened in front of him, Ao Hui couldn't help giving Zulong a thumbs up. He is indeed an old fox who has lived for hundreds of millions of years. This trick of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger is too slippery.

The next thing is that Ao Hui successfully imprinted his own soul on the old man's soul amidst the old man's desperate screams.

This move was really vicious. The moment Ao Hui engraved his soul imprint, he immediately realized that he could control the life and death of the old man at any time. With just one thought, the old man's soul would be completely wiped out.

"The Witch Clan will not let you go! You will all die when the Supreme Ancestral Witch comes out!"

The old man roared, his face full of madness.

"Hmph, if your ancestral witch is so capable, he won't be unable to hide. Maybe he has failed to ascend by now. In view of your attitude, I decided to extend your time as a slave indefinitely."

Zulong snorted softly, and the power of the soul turned into a sharp sword, directly piercing the sky spirit of the old man's soul.

Immediately afterwards, the soul of the old man also fell into dead silence.

Despite this, Ao Hui still felt that the connection between himself and the old man's soul was still there. It seemed that Zulong had directly erased the old man's soul memory. In other words, the current old man was like a marionette.

After doing all this, Zu Long finally relaxed, and fatigue appeared between his brows and eyes.

"Hui'er, come here."

Zulong stretched out his dragon claws and made a move at Ao Hui.

Ao Hui hurried over, he had too many questions to ask.

But Zulong didn't give him a chance to ask questions.

"Hui'er, you must be very curious as to why your father still appears here after his death?"

Zulong said softly.

Ao Hui nodded, what Zu Long asked was exactly the question he wanted to ask the most.

"Hehe, my father knows that you were born weak, and it is much harder to grow up than other brothers, so in the end, I left a wisp of my own remnant soul, carved on the scales between your eyebrows, only you are in a life-and-death crisis , this wisp of remnant soul will appear automatically."

Zulong stretched out a dragon claw, and pointed to the colorful scale between Ao Hui's eyebrows.

"But... why didn't you show up when the two flood dragons showed up?"

Ao Hui didn't know how to address this so-called "father".

"Two dragons, as long as you stimulate the potential in your body, you can escape. This teacher of yours...is very talented, and he will definitely achieve higher achievements in the future. Huier, you can practice with him. In that sentence, you can grow up safely, and if you have the opportunity in the future, then consider reviving the Dragon Clan."

As soon as the words fell, Zulong's body became a little more illusory, almost only an outline remained.

Ao Hui also knows that Zulong's remnant soul can't last long, helping him resist the old man's self-destruction force and erasing the old man's soul memory has already consumed a lot of soul power.

"Remember, the remnant soul can help you three times, and after the third time, you have to rely on yourself, Hui'er...you can do it yourself."

Zulong's figure gradually disappeared, and the last sentence was also full of reluctance.

With the disappearance of Zulong, the surrounding white world gradually changed back to its previous appearance.

After Sanqing's five senses recovered, he looked at Ao Hui immediately.

"Teacher! Are you okay?!"

Tong Tian came to Ao Hui in an instant, looked up and down, and was relieved to see that Ao Hui had no trauma.

"Teacher, apprentice is fine."

Ao Hui chuckled, and unconsciously looked at the colorful scale between his eyebrows, there was already a crack that was so subtle that it was hard to detect.