Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

Chapter 930 Three races mixed, His Royal Highness Dragon Fox

In the tall iceberg tower, Long Long stood calmly with his hands tied, while Long Hu stood beside him,

Following the old man's order to assemble, all the monks in Beiming Fanyang soon gathered in the ice hall—looking at the two young men with strange expressions.

Is that all here? Long Long asked the old man with a complicated expression.

That's all. The old man replied, A total of 107 monks are here.

Long Long roughly scanned and counted, and found that there were only twenty-six people in the Dongyuan Realm, and the rest were all monks in the Transfiguration Realm. As for the ancestors—there was none.

No wonder Beiming Fanyang was so suspicious and stayed behind closed doors.

After all, there are no immortals guarding the cave, and as long as any ancestor of the monster clan comes outside, even if he is from a very weak monster clan, he can easily rub the remnants of the Jiaolong on the ground.

Why is there no ancestor? Long Long asked the old man again, It stands to reason that with our Jiaolong's bloodline rank, it shouldn't be...

The cultivation of the monster clan pays attention to the bloodline origin. The higher the bloodline level from the parents, the faster the speed of one's own cultivation, and the higher the upper limit is also.

Cough. The old man said awkwardly, In the secret realm, there is not enough aura, and there is no catastrophe.

Without the Heavenly Tribulation of Ascension, one would naturally be unable to become an Immortal. This is a very simple and simple truth.

Since it is impossible to become a feather in the secret realm, why not... Long Long asked with a frown.

If you leave the secret realm, how can the safety of Beiming Fanyang be guaranteed? This time, it was not the old man who answered, but a middle-aged monk, Ascension into the heavenly tribulation, might shake thousands of miles, and the one who crosses the tribulation is the dragon, the real body Once you find out, how can you hide it from people?

When the time comes, the Qilin clan will follow the trail and kill them. If the other party is fine, we, the survivors of the Jiaolong, will die without a place to bury them!

Not necessarily. The old man argued with him, Three thousand years ago, a senior left without permission. Did nothing happen afterwards?

If one person leaves, nothing will happen. The middle-aged monk argued with him, If ten or a hundred people leave, as long as one person leaks the secret, the whole family will be destroyed!

When the two were arguing, the twenty or so people accompanying the middle-aged monk all nodded in agreement.

The rest of the monks had different expressions on their faces, but they didn't stand up to help either side.

So Long Long soon realized that due to the lack of ancestors in this secret realm, there was no powerful voice to coordinate the will of the whole clan.

The middle-aged monks have recruited about twenty Jiaolong monks who are also xenophobic. They are the dominant radical forces in Beiming Fanyang, and they are also the main culprit of Beiming Fanyang's failure to open to the outside world for so many years.

The old man is the only one who is pro-expat. He knows that it is impossible to continue to retreat, but he is far inferior to the middle-aged monk in terms of momentum, so he can only contact the outside world secretly.

As for the vast majority of Jiaolong monks, they don't care about the future of Beiming Fanyang—in fact, most sects in the cultivation world are also like this. , taking care of one's own path is enough.

Although the old man was stubborn and refused to admit defeat, after all, there were more than 20 people on the opposite side to support him, so he was inherently weak in momentum, so he had to lift Longhu out and said:

The reason why I opened Beiming Fanyang privately this time is not for my own self-interest, but for the daughter of His Majesty!

Nonsense, you! The middle-aged monk was about to reprimand him for lying to get rid of the crime, his eyes fell on Long Long, and he immediately stopped talking.

This one can neither be beaten nor provoked, so it is better not to offend him.

The radicals are afraid to speak, and most neutral people are sensational:

That majesty? Which majesty is it?

Except for His Majesty Ying Long, who else is there?

For a while, there was a crowd of people, and everyone gathered to see Longhu's appearance.

The middle-aged monk looked at Long Long, and quickly asked his subordinates to go down to maintain order and prevent other monks from crowding indiscriminately, so as not to anger Long Long.

It's just that twenty people faced more than eighty people, and it was really powerless to maintain order, only to hear Longhu stand up suddenly and say:

I know that everyone has great doubts about my identity. If you have any questions, I will try my best to answer them here.

Of course, these words were also Long Long's orders, which just aimed at the appetite of these neutral monks.

After they made a lot of noise, they pushed out a Flood Dragon cultivator and asked:

Dare to ask this...Your Highness, you say that you are the blood descendant of that Majesty, do you have any evidence to win people's trust?

It's very simple. The old man suddenly came out and said, I am Zongzheng in the clan, so I will test His Highness's blood, and you can supervise and testify next to you.

Hearing what he said, everyone clamored to watch, so the old man quickly added:

Only ten people! Up to ten people!

In the end, the crowd made a lot of noise, and nine people were elected to supervise the old man's blood test—the remaining one was confirmed by a middle-aged monk from the Radical Sect.

Longhu took a drop of blood essence, and after the old man got the blood essence, he began to cast spells on the spot.

Long Long watched with great interest from the side, and found that the context of the spell cast by the old man was roughly similar to the blood puppet spell used by the dragon in Prisoner Longjing in the past, and it was basically sure that it came from the same source.

As the ritual spell was cast to the end, the blood essence was gradually divided into three, and finally shaped into the appearance of Yinglong, Tianhu, and Human Race.

Everyone stared blankly at Essence Blood, Qiqi showed a bewildered expression, only the old man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly exclaimed in ecstasy:

The queen in the past was a human-fox hybrid, and now the blood identification result is the best proof of His Highness's identity!

Speaking of the human-fox hybrid queen, the monks of the Jiaolong clan are no strangers. After all, it was because of her that Emperor Yinglong made his expedition to the human world.

Therefore, upon hearing this, most of the Jiaolong cultivators believed it very much, and no longer doubted it, they hurriedly saluted Longhu respectfully and called him His Highness.

Although the middle-aged monks and other radicals had concerns, they all lowered their heads and stopped talking.

Only the old man muttered to himself for a moment, then asked again:

It's just... why is it a mixed race of three races? It shouldn't be...

Among the bloodlines, the tripartite confrontation is very unstable, because the two strong bloodlines tend to eat up the weakest bloodline first, and the process is so intense that the newborn will never survive to adulthood.

Seeing that the time had come, Long Long came out and said:

Our trip to Beiming Fanyang is precisely to solve the blood pulse problem on His Highness.

As he spoke, he motioned Longhu to take out the pendant hidden in his chest, and showed the fragments of the sky-replenishing stone on it to the monks of Jiaolong.