The Grand Void – Becoming a Dragon

Business branch.

Above the main hall.

The woman in white who came suddenly sat on the main seat, while Zhuang Ming stood below.

The position of the host and the position of the guest have been switched.

It seems that the woman in white is the owner of this place, and Zhuang Ming is just a guest who came to pay a visit.

Zhuang Ming also suffered a lot when he fell into the mortal world back then, so naturally he would not be dissatisfied with this change, he just understood a little more in his heart.

This white-clothed woman, even in the ancient times 60,000 years ago, when immortals and gods were born in large numbers, was a figure of high status.

Even the lord of the Southern Territory, in her mouth, is only commensurate with Nanling, and her tone is understated, without awe at all.

"You don't know much?" the woman in white said out loud.

"It's true that I don't know much." Zhuang Ming said calmly.

"I thought that you would claim to be completely ignorant." The white-clothed woman's tone was deep, neither sad nor happy, and it was difficult to guess her intentions.

"When the god is here, I will naturally know everything and say everything." Zhuang Ming had no choice but to respond like this.

"You are honest." The woman in white said slowly: "There are not many people who know the current affairs like you."

"The Southern Territory is gone, and there is no more prosperity in the past. Once I am a real dragon, I will be besieged and killed by the world. Naturally, I must know the current affairs." Hearing the undisguised disdain in her tone, Zhuang Ming didn't say anything. A strange look, just saying so.

"An existence like the lord of the Southern Territory is fierce, majestic and domineering. There is a junior like you. I don't know if he will be disappointed if he is still in the world." This son of a real dragon has a heart like a snake."

"Ashamed."

There was a hint of shame in Zhuang Ming's mouth.

But in his heart, there is no fluctuation at all.

When the dragon is big, it covers the sky and the sun, and respects the gods and gods.

When Long Ruo was young, he hid in the mud and lived with earthworms and eels.

Being able to bend and stretch, combining rigidity and softness, will last forever.

That thousand-foot-long dragon king back then would rather die than surrender, so it died.

It is certainly an admirable integrity to prefer death to surrender, but why is bearing humiliation a despicable act?

In the blessed land of Jusheng Mountain, as a cultivator, he worshiped under the gate of Jusheng Mountain. After falling into the mortal world, he can humbly and humiliate the royal power in the mortal world. How can he not stand the three or two mocking words in front of him?

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The woman in white also looked at the young man carefully.

Such a person has too much thought in the city, and she can't help but feel a little distance.

It stands to reason that the son of Nan Ling woke up at the same time as her. Later, he was raised in the dragon egg for a hundred years, and then he broke out of the egg and was besieged and killed by all parties. It has not been too long.

In terms of the age of the real dragon, his current mentality should only be equivalent to that of an ordinary ten-year-old child. Even after many calamities, how could he become so sophisticated.

"Although you are not as admirable as the lord of the Southern Territory, if the Nanling of the past had a heart like yours, the Lord of the Holy Palace should belong to this ancient real dragon."

The woman in white said: "I don't know how your talent compares to Nan Ling's. If your blood is pure, your aptitude is no less than that of Nan Ling. With your heart, it is easier to take on important tasks than Nan Ling."

Zhuang Ming responded without daring, and confirmed something in his heart.

The ancient real dragon that once appeared in his consciousness was extremely powerful, breaking the sky and shattering the earth, with a mighty majesty.

Even though it is the lord of the southern domain, the ancient true dragon who is so powerful is not necessarily inferior to the lord of the holy palace, that is, the holy king it is loyal to.

Just like in the Dongsheng Dynasty, although he had the bodies of Qianyang and Yinming Jindan real people, he himself was powerless. Lu He and others were much stronger than this disabled man, but they still loyal to him.

"Unfortunately, today's era is not the era of the past after all."

The woman in white said this, and she sighed in her heart.

Today, she is still immersed in the glory of the ancient times.

However, in the vicissitudes of life, things are different.

After waking up from deep sleep, this is a completely different era.

The so-called heavy responsibility?

But what holy palace, what shrine, what fairyland, everything has been destroyed in the years.

In today's era, what else is there to say?

The Zhenxuan Nine Seals are the highest in the world today.

It's hard to say whether the dragon in front of him can grow up.

But once he grows up, he is the only true immortal, an invincible existence in the world.

"Fairy..." Zhuang Ming asked hesitantly, waking her up from the sigh of vicissitudes.

"Report everything you know." The woman in white said this, her tone was still flat, but there was an irresistible meaning.

"yes."

Zhuang Ming had no intention of resisting either. If the other party was just a stone statue-like existence with little recovery, just based on his status as the son of the lord of the southern domain in ancient times, bossy and arrogant, he could ignore it, or even Forcibly suppress the other party and ask for the news you want to know.

But since the current cultivation base and morals are far inferior to the other party, he has no room to resist.

"I don't know much, but when I woke up back then, I immediately felt the inheritance from the blood, and the words stored in the blood."

Having said that, Zhuang Ming stretched out his hand and imitated the voice from that day's inheritance.

Immediately, in the hall, there was an extremely strong sound of dragon chant.

But the sound was still confined within the hall after all.

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I am one of the Eight Spirits of the Holy Palace, and I have been named the Lord of the Southern Territory, and I will punish the traitors to protect the Holy Palace.

Life and death are unpredictable.

If I die, the Southern Territory will not be protected.

In order to keep the blood alive, I specially ordered the Longwei Zuoqi Army under my command to protect my youngest son and hide it in Dongzhou!

If I win, I will wait for you.

If my body is destroyed, you will hide it.

My son bears in mind that, like the rest of your life after a catastrophe, you must hide in the world, practice steadily, pass on the bloodline, keep the dragon clan alive, and keep this vein alive.

——

The sound came to an abrupt end.

In fact, there is a paragraph later, which is to tell the former Dragon Lord that if he wants to find out the truth of the catastrophe, he must enter the Xuanyuan Zifu and return to the road.

But this sentence, when Zhuang Ming's heart moved, he unconsciously concealed it.

"Just that?"

The voice of the woman in white is as usual, so to speak.

Zhuang Ming nodded and said: "As far as I know, that's all."

The woman in white said coldly: "Then do you know the news that this palace has learned recently?"

Zhuang Ming's heart moved, and he replied: "I would like to hear the details."

The woman in white said slowly: "Not long ago, I met the Minister of the Holy Palace, Yun Shejun."

Zhuang Ming paused for a moment, and said, "The Minister of the Holy Palace, did not fall in ancient times?"

The woman in white said: "He is still dying, but he will fall soon. Even if I take action, there is no way to bring him back."

Speaking of this, she said softly: "Do you know what Jun She said?"

Zhuang Ming's breath trembled slightly. If he hadn't known it before, but now, he already knew it.