"A dead vein..."

Bai Wushu couldn't calm down, and the sound of thumping in his heart resounded throughout his ears.

The head of the dark limestone demon dragon that escaped from the Dragon Prison, the super powerful holy beast suspected to be at the peak of the supreme body, turned out to be just a chess piece, and it was a bait on the surface.

It escaped and fled, and it turned out to be arranged.

The real purpose is actually to help these souls and dragon coffins in front of you escape from the suppression and surveillance of the Ancestral Dragon Court.

Bai Wushang couldn't imagine how powerful such a force was.

This is completely beyond his perception!

The Red Dragon Emperor, the Three-legged Leiwu, the Six-winged Guardian Holy Angel... These holy beasts and saints combined may not be able to achieve such results.

What is the death vein?

Bai Wu's heart was like lightning, but he did not retreat but advanced, and he took the initiative to inquire:

"Senior, what do you need me to do? What can I do?"

After only two years of practice in the Imperial Master, no matter how rich the experience you have, and no matter how powerful the pet beasts are, you will have to fight for your life when you encounter one or two powerful immortal bodies.

With such strength, what qualifications are there to participate in things above the Holy Territory?

If it is an option of death without life, Bai Wushen will definitely not be able to accept it.

A ball of black flames conveyed such a sound:

"We need a human being who is good enough and trustworthy."

"I thought it would take a long time to find such an existence."

"But your body is full of death, and it seems that the dead end is coming."

"What's even more strange is that we used the ancestral weapon to capture a divination for you. When you see you are in the middle of the fog, there are countless super-level forces that have been involved with you, and we are completely unreal."

"As such a person does not die prematurely, the end of his potential is unimaginable."

"We contact you, choose you, and hope you can also seriously think about your future."

"Your enemy is... Zulongting?" Bai Wushang asked solemnly.

All signs, such as getting out of the Dragon Prison, and sayings like the need to cleanse sin and blood, show that the so-called death line, the enemy in the concept ranks at the top and belongs to the top ceiling of the extraordinary world.

A moment ago, in order to crack the blood poison, he worked with his teammates to compete for the identity of the Dragon Court Saint.

In a blink of an eye, will you become a rebel character?

This contrast makes Bai Wushu feel trance and his thoughts are messy. The pros and cons are raised high, like a seesaw.

"Yes." The sound of the dark flames was calm and powerful, and then asked back: "Why, are you afraid?"

Bai Wushang shook his head and nodded again.

He has self-knowledge.

The Ancestral Dragon Court is not only the top force of the human race, but also the top force of the extraordinary world.

It represents the dragon clan and has been the most perfect endorsement term for "power" since its birth.

Such an opponent, let alone him, can any saint who has cultivated into a saint position and is protected by a row of holy beasts, really be able to fight against it?

There is an ancestor above the supreme!

Above the legend, there is also myth!

Compared with such a giant beast, Bai Wushang is just a small speck of dust. With a light blow, it will disappear into the world, and will be forgotten by time and buried by heaven and earth.

What did he fight for?

What to fight?

"Okay, Master Ba, don't create a depressing atmosphere."

"Although what we want to do is dangerous, after success, we will wash away the stigma of "Sin Dragon" and bring back the glory and glory of the past."

A milky white flame floated out, and a gentle voice from a human woman sounded:

"What do you call human beings?"

"Bai Wushen."

"Okay, Bai Wushang, I remember."

"I will tell you our purpose directly."

The milky white flame has a gentle voice, and every word is concise and straightforward to the essence of the problem:

"We hope you will become the holy son of the Ancestral Dragon Court."

"Social Son?" Bai Wushang was stunned for a moment, and looked surprised.

He heard it correctly, not an adjective like "substitute Son" or "saint", but "son".

"Saints" and so on, hundreds of descendants, disciples, and heirs from various major forces fight for the desperate battle. What level is the real saint's son? What qualifications and identities are required?

The milky white flame did not rush to answer, but led Bai Wushang to look up at the top of his head.

There is a rotating diamond crystal that radiates endless light, like the sun, but not hot and very cold.

There is a very light phantom inside, shaking gently, constantly changing shapes.

Sometimes it looks like a dragon, sometimes it looks like a beast, and more often it looks like a cut curtain, projecting mottled afterimages.

"Did you see it? That's our "Crown Lord". One of the little ancestor dragons who were cursed before they were born, eroded by evil magic, and were suppressed forever at the bottom of the Dragon Prison."

"Its bloodline has been contaminated."

"Its soul has also decayed."

"If it is really born, it will definitely become one of the most powerful evil things in the world in the shortest time."

"But! As long as I wait for a day to die and my soul remains for a breath, we will do our best and do our best to continue our bloodline for the death lineage and protect the "God of the Supreme"'s only descendant."

The milky white flame sounds sad, with a suppressed anger and a pity that cannot be dissolved. Finally, the topic changes, and connects with the current affairs:

"With the help of the ancestral weapon, we have been through thousands of dangers and sneaked into the Dragon Prison, waiting patiently for nearly 10,000 years, and finally found a way to peel off the pure true spirit inside the dragon egg and successfully bring it back to this world."

"What we need to do next is "resurrection"!"

"Wu Wushen, we will help you become the Holy Son. The Great Saint Dragon Temple will come to you and give you extraordinary gifts and baptisms."

"There is a treasure of the dragon clan in the capital. There is a high probability that it can help the little ancestor dragon reshape its true body. We will seize it no matter how we do it!"

"Little Zulong..." Bai Wushang's throat was dry, and his inner world turned upside down. He asked hesitantly:

"Your lineage is a real mythical creature above the supreme?"

"Natural." The black flame snorted, "The Supreme Master is invincible in the sky and the earth, and is the three generations of ancestor dragons that are infinitely close to the source, and is also one of the core pillar-level dragon gods in the Dragon Court."

"Its bloodline is above billions of creatures. Even the top holy dragon can only look up and worship it like a god."

Bai Wushang opened his mouth, and it felt unreal from head to toe, and he was silent and could not speak.

It's really broken the sky.

What kind of giant has the last incense of prayer attracted to!

Immortality, Nirvana, King, and even Supreme One can only be ranked below.

This is the most top species in the extraordinary world, the pyramid. According to the easy-to-understand folk sayings, the little ancestor dragon is an existence named "Divine Beast" and is born with the ancestor body!

The uproar of the rivers and the rocks are shattering, which is no longer enough to describe Bai Wushen’s current mood.
Chapter completed!