My sister is the daughter of destiny

"Feng'er, do you know the origin of your quasi-sacred weapon?"

After drinking tea, Lu Daolin brought up the matter in a serious manner.

"I don't know." Lu Ningfeng took out the quasi-sacred artifact puppet spirit weapon and placed it in front of Old Lu, and then said: "Dad suspects that this thing is the same as the trump card that Ao Yu brought out?"

"It's possible." Lu Daolin nodded slightly.

"I remember that when Ao Yu used that trump card, Heaven sent down thunder. And when other forces encountered problems, thunder also appeared. But we have no problem using this puppet spirit soldier," Lu Ningfeng looked thoughtful.

"Maybe the level is not enough?" Lu Daolin took the spherical object, probed his spiritual sense into it, and explored it carefully.

After a long time, Lu Daolin put down the puppet spirit weapon, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"It has been modified by someone. It is a very ingenious design."

Lu Daolin turned to look at Lu Ningfeng and the others, and said solemnly: "Feng'er, Xiaoxue, I need to take this puppet spirit soldier away for a while, so that I can work with the military alliance to study the weaknesses of this thing."

"If Dad wants to use it, just take it. It's a good thing if I can help," Lu Ningfeng said with a smile.

"Yeah," Lu Daolin nodded approvingly.

The old couple personally escorted the 300 geniuses of the Lu family back to their clan.

The grand gathering of geniuses was over, but there were more and more troubles. They never stopped and after escorting Lu Ningfeng and the others back to the clan, they set off again immediately.

Lu Ningfeng and Xiaoxue did not waste any time and began to retreat directly. They planned to use a few days to adjust their condition and then start to break through the Dao Yuan realm.

Their accumulation in the realm of creation is already deep enough.

The same is true for the other people in the group. During this period of time, they have all benefited a lot from fighting with the soldier-level aliens who are comparable to the powerful ones in the Venerable Realm.

Even Snowball, that naughty kid, started to retreat after returning to the Ten Thousand Clans.

East China Sea.

A huge building sits at the bottom of the East China Sea. It is made of coral and mother-of-pearl, emitting a soft light. It is a huge palace.

The palace gate is supported by coral columns and is exquisitely carved with dragon patterns.

There were shadowy figures in the palace, and most of the people coming and going had dragon horns on their heads.

Dragon Palace.

This is the current facade of the Dragon Clan.

Below the Dragon Palace is the Dragon Pond.

Longtan is the treasured land of the dragon clan’s heritage, where the dragon clan can purify their blood and origin and strengthen themselves.

The Dragon Pond is unfathomable, and real dragons sometimes swim in it, their huge bodies causing huge waves.

At the bottom of the dragon pond, a low and distant wailing sound suddenly spread slowly.

"Ugh……"

"Elder Ao Cang, I wonder why the elder is sighing?"

A white real dragon with a body length of several thousand feet looked at a dark mountain at the bottom of the pool and asked.

But suddenly two rays of divine light shot out from the dark mountain. They were two huge pupils, and golden light flashed between their eyelids.

This so-called mountain is actually the head of a black dragon!

Behind the dragon head is a huge dragon body that is countless miles long.

"The death of an old friend only makes me feel sad," Ao Cang let out a long, old sigh.

A look of reminiscence emerged in the huge and deep dragon eyes, and Ao Cang was distracted for a moment.

"Elder, please accept my condolences."

Bai Long sighed softly, but didn't know how to comfort Elder Ao Cang. He looked very sad.

"Little Ao Yun, are you willing to go and pay respect to my old friend on my behalf?"

Ao Cang's eyes turned slightly and looked at the little white dragon in front of him.

"Why doesn't the elder go by himself?" Bai Long asked puzzledly.

Wouldn't it be more sincere if you go there in person to worship?

"That's in the human race's territory, and it's not convenient with my identity."

"Okay, I'll go for you then."

After a long time, a real white dragon emerged from the bottom of the sea, looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, then looked around and chose a direction and rushed away.

"Huh? That's... Uncle Ao Yun?"

The dragons soared across the sky and returned to the East China Sea, only to see the white dragon heading south.

Ao Shen couldn't help but feel confused as he didn't even say hello when he met his tribesmen.

"Ao Yun's aura is a little unstable, is he about to break through?"

Among the group of dragons, there was a human-shaped figure, an old man in green clothes, with two horns on his head, and he was also a dragon.

He is the elder leading the dragon clan on this trip.

"Maybe," Ao Shen whispered to himself. He felt a little uneasy in his heart, but he couldn't find the reason. Seeing that Ao Yun was heading south, he should not provoke the human race, so he didn't think much about it.

"Alright, boys, hurry back to Longtan to practice and digest what you have gained from this trip."

The old man flicked his sleeves and smiled faintly.

"Yes!"

Ao Shen took the lead and rushed into the sea, followed by a group of dragons. Only an old man in green was left standing quietly on the sea.

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was dozing off, and waited for a moment.

"Qingyun, follow me."

An imperceptible whisper sounded in the old man's ears. Without thinking, he took a step forward. Then his whole figure blurred and disappeared on the spot.

In the deep space, there was a white area only an inch in size. The old man passed through layers of space and walked into the white area.

What he saw was a space of white clouds. An old man in green stepped onto the white cloud. In front of him was another person sitting behind a tea table, quietly waiting for his arrival.

The old Dragon King, Ao Yuan.

"Father."

Ao Qingyun bowed.

"sit."

Ao Yuan pointed across and motioned him to sit down.

There was already a cup of fragrant tea placed on the table.

Ao Qingyun sat down, but he didn't have much interest in drinking tea. He tilted his head back and drank the tea in one gulp.

Putting down the teacup, Ao Qingyun said: "Then Ao Pingxuan..."

"Qingyun, calm down."

The old Dragon King raised his hand to stop Ao Qingyun from speaking.

Ao Qingyun was slightly stunned and fell into silence, thinking carefully.

Ao Pingxuan is the real dragon at the Venerable Realm who took over the body of the human race's Demon-Slaying Guard. Now that Ao Pingxuan's dragon soul is in the hands of the human race, there is no way they can deny this matter.

What's more fatal is that Ao Pingxuan is from Ao Yuan's lineage! Now that this has happened, the already sensitive situation between the dragon race and the human race has suddenly become turbulent.

But Ao Yuan seemed not to care at all and continued to make and drink tea leisurely, which made Ao Qingyun a little confused.

He is not at a high enough level to see the overall situation.

"You should broaden your horizons and not be too obsessed with the gains and losses of the moment."

Ao Yuan smiled calmly, but he felt that it was a little inappropriate for such an old fellow like him to tame another old man, so he glared at him slightly and scolded him lightly.

"You little bastard, you're ten thousand years too early to pretend to be profound. You look older than me. Do you still want to be my father?"

Ao Qingyun scratched his head and chuckled, "I just want to give those guys an impression of being steady and reliable."

However, Ao Qingyun's appearance began to change. His wrinkled skin became smooth, and his slightly hunched back became straight. He turned from an old man who looked even older than Ao Yuan into a handsome and elegant young man.

"Don't be anxious. It's not our turn to make a move in this round. Do you really think that the ghosts in the Demon-Slaying Guard are only the Dragon, Phoenix and Ten Thousand Races?" Ao Yuan smiled faintly and said meaningfully.

Ao Qingyun was shocked, "Father means..."

"At this moment, the emperors of the human race should be in a state of panic. Although the Void had foreseen this and set up this game, killing Ao Yu and annihilating most of the saints and venerables of the evil race, in essence, it is still the Tianlan Realm that is wasting time."

“If it weren’t for Shenxiao’s heroic act of cutting off his own arm and replacing the most difficult Blade Demon in the outer battlefield, the Tianlan Realm would have lost miserably in this round.”

"But even so, counting the other party's methods and planting the seeds of suspicion in the hearts of the most outstanding geniuses of the human race, it is still shocking and impressive enough to use a holy land and the life of a great emperor as the lead."

"The death of a great emperor has reduced the luck of the human race by one point, and also disrupted the human race's plan to select invincible people to boost the morale of the human race. In this round, the human race, no, the Tianlan Realm, still lost."

Ao Yuan sighed softly.

"The situation is obviously very bad for our Tianlan Realm, but father doesn't seem to be that anxious?" Ao Qingyun asked with some confusion.

"Why are you in such a hurry? The emperors of the human race are not fools. If the other party keeps hiding in the dark, it will be difficult to deal with them. But since they have chosen to make a move, they will definitely not hide in the invisible. We just wait for the human race to make a move, and then pay the money and the people."

Ao Yuan happily picked up the teacup and sipped the tea carefully.

"Oh, um...ah? Compensation?"

Ao Qingyun was stunned and wondered if he had heard it wrong.

At one point he wondered if the old man had been replaced by someone.

Compensate money? Compensate people?

Ao Yuan didn't care at all, he just snorted, "Hehe, just wait and see, you still have a lot to learn."

……

On the boundless sea, a figure wrapped in a pitch-black cloak sat cross-legged quietly on the sea.

Suddenly, two streams of light came from far away and landed in front of the black shadow.

It turned out to be "Ao Yun" from the dragon clan and a woman in a blue skirt.

"Ao Yun"'s eyes were slightly red, full of anger, and he looked at the black shadow with gritted teeth.

"Is this your plan? To destroy my brother's life in vain?!"

"Don't be so anxious, Ao Cang, are you someone who would care about this?"

The black shadow just laughed and teased, not caring that "Ao Cang" was already furious.

"Humph, I'm going to triple the rations this time!"

"can."