Chapter 113 Cause and Effect: Fighting the Innate God
"Can you please not take advantage of me..."
Chen Zhu was helpless and looked back at his master.
My master was smiling. Damn, I forgot that this old man also has the elements of a guiding saint. Their way of thinking is similar to some extent.
"Who will wake up first from the dream? I know it myself."
The Saint of Reception gently swept his whisk over Chen Zhu's body. He felt drowsy and soon closed his eyes.
There is a dream path spreading.
The Saint Jie Yin looked at Patriarch Bodhi with a smile and talked to him as if he were an old friend.
"Although Xiao Zhuming's body is stronger than ours and he can easily survive the three disasters and five tribulations, his spirit is still not enough."
"Yes."
Patriarch Bodhi nodded: "Although he is a body and soul, and has innate Qi, he still lacks a lot of magical powers, so he can easily get into trouble."
This is an irreparable flaw, the cause of the world, not of Zhu Ming himself.
In their world, it is extremely difficult to become an immortal. One needs to break through the void, not to mention continuing to move forward after becoming an immortal.
With every step you take, you must comprehend more magical powers and have a deeper understanding of the Tao.
But the child Zhuming is like a seed growing in the dry land. Without water, it is difficult for him to grow quickly.
"Relaxation and tension are all due to fate."
Jie Yin smiled, and stared at Chen Zhu with his hand holding a flower.
"We are here, which is his greatest destiny. Once it accumulates enough, there will be a day when the rain will fall, and the trees will thrive in the heavy rain."
"Saint, did you peek into my memory?"
Patriarch Bodhi frowned, feeling that the Saint of Reception was not very polite.
This is the equivalent of shitting on his head.
"No, I taught him the power of telepathy, but I cannot abuse it on a person of such great merit as your fellow Taoist."
The Saint Jieyin reached out and gently took out something: "This chat group is really magical, so I asked the Saint Shangqing to take me to get one."
Patriarch Bodhi: …
He glanced at the Guiding Saint, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.
"Could it be that other saints..."
"The three emperors of Huoyun Cave have already created a chat group for several years."
The words of the Guide Saint made Bodhi Patriarch’s eyelids twitch violently.
His first reaction was that the chat group was in trouble.
Without anyone noticing, so many saint-level beings have infiltrated the chat group!
There are two ways to join a chat group.
1: A certain number of new people will be recruited every once in a while, which is relatively random, but there will be at least one.
Second: Kill the owner of the chat group, thereby replacing the other party's name and gaining qualifications.
There hasn't been any notification of new members joining the chat group recently, so it is obvious how the saints obtained the qualifications for the chat group.
"I just gave him a Luohan fruit position, and he voluntarily gave me the chat group."
Jie Yin didn't say much, so the holder was considered smart.
If he wants to make a profit in the chat group, he naturally has to start plundering luck.
It would be easy to be killed by that group of people.
If there is no profit, it is just a waste.
Just like Wang Mang and Liu Xiu, although they were always shouting in the group chat, they were always very smart and did everything perfectly.
On the contrary, if it is used to exchange for an Arhat position or a favor from a saint, it would be extremely worthwhile.
The same is probably true for the other saints. This chat group is truly magical.
But no matter how Patriarch Bodhi looked at it, he felt that this group chat was about to become chaotic.
"Let's not talk about this for now. Zhuming is about to wake up."
Jie Yin smiled and said, "He is very talented, but unfortunately, his talent is locked, and he cannot dream."
Doesn't that mean there is nothing gained this time?
Patriarch Bodhi sighed, it seemed that this problem was more difficult to solve.
"But... I am a saint after all, so I must have some tricks."
"No harvest? Doesn't that mean I, a saint, am incompetent?"
Chen Zhu woke up from his dream in a daze, and he seemed to see a huge golden lotus.
The Ninth-Rank Golden Lotus awakened his soul, making him wake up in his dream and realize that he was dreaming.
This feeling was very magical. He could move freely and also sense where he was.
He could even hear the sounds from the outside world and "see" the scenes from the outside world.
Then the saint who guided me said:
"Zhu Ming was originally transformed by the innate Qi. The real and the fake are one. As long as you wake up from the dream, you will naturally be able to restore your own strength."
“Although I don’t understand the way of dreams, I have the means to deal with them.”
The action taken by the Saint Jie Yin is worthy of being a saint. Chen Zhu admires him sincerely for his insight and means.
He slowly woke up, opened his dragon eyes, and saw the Guiding Saint smiling at him.
This made him feel a little uncomfortable, as if he had done something bad to someone before, but now that person was helping him with all his might.
Damn it, a saint is a saint, but he actually tried to make his conscience condemned.
I really feel guilty about it.
"I have too many thoughts. I need to collect them."
The Saint of Reception gently reached out and touched Chen Zhu, causing him to focus his thoughts and calm down.
Just like the rippling water in a lake hit by raindrops, it suddenly became as clear as a mirror. Chen Zhu had a feeling of "stillness".
"Bodhi, although Zhuming can pray for the fire god, success or failure depends on the god. If you don't meditate normally, your mind will not be calm when encountering problems, which is not a good thing."
He pointed out the current situation of Zhulong: "Otherwise he wouldn't be panicking after the dream, and wouldn't be covered with his head and limping."
The Saint Jie Yin spoke a lot of profound truths.
After hearing this, Chen Zhu felt as if he had been enlightened. There were so many benefits to this trip. Meeting each saint was like a treasure hunt, which was more worthwhile than obtaining a peerless martial art.
He closed his eyes on the Patriarch Cloud and tried to meditate.
When Bodhi Patriarch saw this on the way back with him, he said nothing.
After wandering to Sanxing Cave, he saw that he was still meditating, and could not help but hit him on the head with his whisk.
This woke Chen Zhu up from his meditative state.
"You little brat, you don't really think that what the Saint of Reception says is right, do you?"
Patriarch Bodhi pulled him up and said, "Stop doing these useless things."
"what?"
Chen Zhu looked up in confusion, and saw Patriarch Bodhi with a cold face and a disdainful smile: "I still don't know who I am guiding. Do you think meditation is really good?"
"My teacher is proficient in Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. Confucianism and Taoism emphasize self-cultivation and enlightenment, Buddhism and Taoism emphasize nirvana and reincarnation, and Taoism emphasizes the unity of man and nature and a clear mind and inaction."
"But Master, I think it's all bullshit!"
Um! ! !
Chen Zhu looked up blankly and said, "You are the primordial spirit of the three religions. Don't you feel embarrassed when you say this?"
"What's that look in your eyes? You know nothing. It's because I, your teacher, mastered the three ways and finally understood one truth."
Patriarch Bodhi picked up the whisk and shook it: "You can do whatever you like. It's fine for ordinary people, but you are trapped by rules and regulations. You are Zhulong, why do you have to follow the standards defined by others?"
"Xiao Zhuming, be yourself and let others follow you. This is your own path."
These words almost made Chen Zhu's brain crash.
But when he looked at Patriarch Bodhi at this moment, there was his own light on the face of the true body of the three religions.
To be transformed from the three religions but not belong to the three religions, is this Master's way?
……
……
After Chen Zhu returned to the prehistoric world, he was still thinking about this question.
Find your own way and do whatever you like.
It sounds easy, but it is really hard to do.
For example, today, he wanted to stay in the tree hole and not go out.
But it didn't work because an island was coming towards them.
That island is also very special. It is covered with innate metals and you can also see metal creatures on it.
Qing Lao swam out from the group, revealing his true form, and his huge dragon body seemed to be able to shatter the heaven and earth!
"He who comes is stopped!"
The huge figure of Qing Lao raised his head and shouted to stop the metal island.
The creatures on this island are not any other innate creatures, but the Lao Clan.
Lao Po walked out of the tribe and did not let the metal island enter the Shoushan area.
"Leader of the Horned Dragon Clan, we have no ill intentions!"
Lao Po went high into the sky and shouted, "I came here this time because I have a question. I would like to ask the Horned Dragon Clan for some leniency."
Lao Po came out and said, "Recently, our tribe has been troubled by dreams every day. I would like to ask the tribe leader, are you the same?"
Lao Po didn't want to involve his clansmen, but he had no choice.
In the past few days, the tribesmen's dreams have become more and more complicated, and some of them even don't want to be awake and want to stay in the dream.
If this continues, the Lao Clan will be doomed.
This was something that he, as the patriarch, did not want to see.
So even though he knew there would be an enemy in his dream, he still came to Shoushan to find out clearly.
"Dream?"
If we don’t talk about this, the ceratosaurus almost forgot that they also had dreams before.
But recently, Qingying has brought out something that has made everyone taste the sweetness, so who would still want to sleep?
"No, you go."
Qing Lao's eyes were cold: "This is already the sea area where our dragon clan is close to our ancestral land. You'd better not wander around, lest you run into a strong dragon from our clan."
He has no obligation to help other races. Kindness will only bring destruction. This is a world where the strong prey on the weak.
Lao Po stood still, not moving, and looked at Qing Lao quietly.
"Chief Horned Dragon, my tribe is getting deeper and deeper into trouble. I must know the reason."
Even if it wasn't the enemy in his dream who was causing trouble, he had to find him, maybe he could find the reason.
"You want to fight?"
Elder Qing stood up slightly and sneered: "The Lao Clan, I heard that you have always been famous for your defense and strength. It is said that your feet can hold up mountains and walk."
"Today, this clan leader wants to see for himself whether it is really as the rumors say!"
It only took a moment for Old Qing to stand up and take action!
This is the way the dragon clan does things. Once they decide to start a war, they will spare no effort and kill without hesitation!
"Dragon Clan, although you are a prosperous clan in the ancient world, not every clan is afraid of you."
Lao Po stood up, with two huge and sharp golden horns on his head, and he hit Qing Lao with one!
Seeing that Dragon Claw clenched the halberd tightly, Qing Lao chopped it down!
"Boom!"
A huge explosion occurred between Shoushan and the island, white waves of water vapor filled the air, and the two separated as soon as they touched.
"What a strength."
Old Qing looked at the halberd in his hand. The halberd made of Shoushan copper was actually broken in half.
The halberd handle in the hand was also twisted, proving how intense the collision was.
Old Qing looked across and saw that the horns of the Lao tribe leader did not seem to have much damage, and there was not even a crack.
"it is good!"
Old Qing laughed and took off his armor: "Let me see today how powerful your Lao Clan is!"
Chen Zhu couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw this: "Why did Elder Qing take off his armor?"
You have to know that the body of the leader of the Lao Clan on the opposite side is very strong, and his defense was not broken even after his halberd was smashed.
Qing Lao walked up unarmed, wasn't he delivering food?
"Xiao Zhuming, you don't understand Grandpa Qing."
Whenever there is danger, Qingying will always appear by Chen Zhu's side, and today is no exception.
This touched Chen Zhu very much. Sister Qingying always protected him with her actions.
Even now, he is actually much stronger than Qingying, but he still likes this feeling.
He had no feelings of love and really treated Sister Qingying as an elder. Sometimes she even replaced the role of his mother.
Qing Ying looked at the battlefield and said, "You still remember that Grandpa Qing was also blessed by the Ancestral Dragon."
Chen Zhu had some vague impression of this, but later on he never discovered what blessing Qing Lao received.
"Look at Grandpa Qing's physical body. He is extraordinary. In a physical body contest, we have never seen any prehistoric creature that can beat him."
As soon as the words fell, a trembling sound was heard in the field!
"when!"
The giant dragon roared, and in an instant grabbed the leader of the Laopo tribe, and grabbed the horns with its dragon claws fiercely!
I saw a piece of metal flying backwards, rolling through the air and landing on Shoushan Mountain. Old Qing actually knocked off the bull's horn!
The ox horn that was about to be shattered by the Fang Tian Hua Ji was knocked down just like that?
Chen Zhu’s eyes widened. Oh shit, it turns out that Master Qing is so powerful?
He had always thought that Qing Lao was just an ordinary clan leader. Even if he was strong, he was not much stronger and was only worth merits. But today he realized that he was wrong, extremely wrong.
Damn, is this body invincible?
No wonder Qing Lao and Taiping Taoist call each other fellow Taoists. It turns out that this is reflected here.
No wonder, the black dragon, which was able to destroy the Zhulong clan, did not attack the horned dragon clan not far away.
There were traces of all this, but he just didn't pay attention.
But when he thought about how Old Qing was defeated by his trump card, Chen Zhu found it hard to accept this huge contrast.
Physical resistance is maxed out, but magic resistance is 0?
No, the estimate is probably still negative.
He looked at the horn carefully and found that although it was powerful, it was not the devil horn in his dream.
The danger that Bai Ze mentioned was not the leader of the Lao Po tribe.
At this moment, the Taiyuan Spirit Turtle that Chen Zhu was holding suddenly began to scream again and turned its head in the opposite direction.
Chen Zhu looked over there, but he didn't know why, there was clearly nothing there.
But the Taiyuan Spirit Turtle is not so sensitive.
His heart moved, and he closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.
He did not drink the Qingshen Powder in the world of Journey to the West, so he was not disturbed by sleep and fell asleep in a daze.
In the dream, he slowly woke up and used the method he learned from the Saint to clear his mind.
He is dreaming.
Sure enough, it’s here again!
Chen Zhu mentally cleared himself up and fell into that wonderful state of lucid dreaming again.
Not only that, he could even see the surrounding environment in reality and the sound of fighting in the distance.
You can also see the huge demonic shadow shrouded in haze.
He ignored it and quickly turned his head to look in the direction where the Taiyuan Spirit Turtle's head was pointing.
Over there, there was a little old man, watching the battlefield with great interest.
Little old man?
Humanoid?
The innate god!
Chen Zhu's heart moved. There was no innate god in his dream. This person existed in reality!
He was about to wake up, the Dream God, it must be the Dream God! Otherwise he wouldn't be here!
"Hey~ Baby, why are you running?"
The old man walked slowly towards him, and Chen Zhu found that he could not run away.
It's difficult. If you don't look at the other person, he/she is there. But if you look at him/her, he/she will notice you.
No, in fact, the other party had already discovered him, and Chen Zhu knew that he had to face this scene no matter what.
He doesn't want to face...
"Don't come over here, I'm warning you!"
Four golden wheels of merit lit up behind Chen Zhu's head, quickly communicating the weight of peace.
Call for help!
But he soon discovered that the Taiping Avenue was extremely solid, and the Taoist priest of Taiping seemed to be fighting with some innate god.
Done!
He was startled and saw the old man walking up to him.
"Sacrifice to the gods. Such a young innate god is really rare."
The Avenue of Dreams was touched, and Chen Zhu's altar felt it. He knew that the person in front of him was the Dream God himself.
Are all the innate gods in the ancient times so free?
Chen Zhu's scalp tingled. How many masters had he met in his short age? No one would believe him if he told others about it!
"How can it be so easy to encounter an innate god? It's just that this place is close to the ancestral land of the dragon clan, and everyone came here for the ancestral dragon's call for talents."
The Dream God patted his shoulder, saw through Chen Zhu's inner thoughts in the dream and said:
"Xiaolong, I have no ill intentions. Because of you, my dream path has improved. I am very optimistic about you."
The other party had no intention of attacking him, but just pointed at the huge demon shadow in Chen Zhu's dream.
"I want to see you because you are connected to me, and I can't bear to see you in danger for no reason."
"That is your mortal enemy. You will meet him soon. By then, the Great God of Peace will not be able to help you, and neither will the Dragon Clan. You must rely on yourself."
How come there is an old enemy!
Chen Zhu wanted to ask for clarification, but the old man smiled at him:
“I can’t reveal too much. The God of Karma was beaten into the God of Cause and the God of Effect. Although the authority of karma scattered across the heaven and earth is not complete, not everyone can afford to offend him.”
According to him, Chen Zhu and Mo Ying were interfered with by the authority of the causal fragments, which meant that they were destined to meet.
"Damn it! One day I'm going to break the cause and effect!"
This made him feel very bad. Chen Zhu wanted to say something else but was awakened by the dream god's wave of his hand.
The dream god looked at the huge demon shadow, lowered his head and laughed.
"Breaking the cause and effect, this little dragon... is this how all dragons think? He's too much like the Ancestral Dragon."
"It is worth my misleading words in the dream. You are so young to offer sacrifice to the gods. Please don't die young."
Chen Zhu woke up and found that the battle on the field had ended.
Old Qing held up Lao Po's head, squeezed and deformed it with his dragon body, and threw it back onto the island.
"You, the Lao Clan, are kind-hearted and don't participate in the fight. I will let you go this time."
Qing Lao was unwilling to become an enemy of such a neutral ethnic group, so this fight was a warning, and he was not even injured.
All I can say is that the Lao Clan was unlucky. They met a lot of bad people, but they met the Horned Dragon Clan. If they had met another race, they might have won.
Lao Po had no answer and he fell back to the island, but no one in the tribe came to pick him up.
Everyone is living in a dream, and no one knows that danger is waiting ahead. …………
This is the boundary, take a break...
…………
Lao Po was defeated.
The Lao Clan is a metal race and usually does not participate in any struggles because their needs are different from those of ordinary prehistoric creatures.
Without interests, there will naturally be no war. There is no need to exterminate such a race.
This is also the reason why Qing Lao did not kill him. Although there are few neutral races like the Lao Po, they do exist. If he kills Lao Po, then other neutral races will naturally exclude their Ceratopsian clan.
It may not seem like a big deal now, but if it happens in the future, it may cause big problems.
Well...it really doesn't seem like anything now.
Chen Zhu followed the Lao Clan quietly. Because he was worried about involving the Ceratopsians, he planned to wait until the metal island was far away before taking action.
The fight has already begun, and Old Qing has already ripped off the tribe leader's head. How could he let him go?
The neutral group is not the Buddhist group. Besides, the Buddha’s ancestor Jie Yin Zhunti is more vindictive.
There is absolutely no way he would let it go!
Well...even if the outside world finds out, he will have an excuse and say that he was killed by another race passing by, and then make Qing Lao swear that it was not Qing Lao who did it.
perfect!
Chen Zhu had already thought about it. Wasn't there a dragon called Hei Ming? He had eaten the dragon of their Zhulong clan, so he let that guy take the blame. Anyway, everyone knew what the other party loved to do the most.
As he pondered, he turned his head to look at Shoushan Mountain. The huge Shoushan Mountain, as huge as a continent, gradually became the same color as the sky and earth, and kept moving away.
The time has come!
As soon as Chen Zhu stepped onto the island, he was ready to start the ceremony!
He subconsciously glanced at the sea water. This has become his habit.
But soon Chen Zhu discovered the problem: the sea water in this area was darker.
Someone has the same idea as him!
Chen Zhu's heart moved, as if it were a mirror, and he quickly hid himself.
Holding his breath and shielding himself with merit, he took out a bag of gray powder and sprinkled it evenly everywhere.
"Crash!"
Soon after it was spread, water splashed and a huge black dragon was entangled under the metal island!
At this moment, Chen Zhu's heart began to beat fast, and his long-lost memories were brought back to him...
The black dragon devoured the entire clan of ancestral dragons in one bite, and not a single candle dragon, big or small, was left in the sea.
Well, that was not his memory. It was what Qing Lao retold to him later. At that time, he felt that the wind and rain were very strong in the tree hole, as if they were going to blow the tree down.
Now the black dragon's voice and dragon roar were exactly the same as what he heard at the beginning, and its eyes fell on the prisoners on the island.
"Haha, it's so effortless!"
Hei Ming was delighted: "After eating these prisoner clans, I will be able to transform into a golden prisoner true body. Who can stop me then?"
Hei Ming opened his mouth wide and swallowed the prisoners mouthful by mouthful in front of Chen Zhu.
These cow-shaped metal innate creatures were completely unaware of the situation. They were still in a drunken sleep and did not move at all until they were eaten.
This time, I really "died in a dream".
The leader of the Lao tribe, Lao Po, was the only one who remained conscious, but now he only had a head, and the rest of his body had been torn to pieces by Qing Lao.
"Hmph, stupid."
Noticing the sight, Hei Ming glanced at Lao Po, but instead of rushing to eat him, he mocked:
"The leader of the Horned Dragon Clan was blessed by the Ancestral Dragon. In terms of his physical body alone, no ordinary innate god can compare to him."
"If you rashly fight them without investigating the matter yourself, who will die if you don't?"
Hei Ming's face became happier and happier: "But it is also thanks to your stupidity that I can have so much food, enough to transform into the true body of the Golden Prison."
As Hei Ming devoured, his scales glowed golden one by one, and he was quickly digesting the members of the Lao Clan.
Chen Zhu frowned. He thought that Hei Ming might have some kind of innate ability, otherwise he wouldn't be so abnormal.
What do you get from eating?
He is a strong opponent and may have some backup plan. No, I cannot make a move at this time.
Have to wait.
He looked at the leader of the Laopo tribe not far away. Metal tears were flowing from his broken head and there was a deep sense of powerlessness in his pupils.
Yes, this black dragon is his enemy, the enemy he keeps fighting with in his dreams.
But he didn't expect that the enemy was not on Shou Mountain, but on the Golden Mountain of his Lao clan.
The dream was hazy, he grasped it firmly but not accurately. It was because of him that an entire tribe was about to die in the dragon's mouth.
Lao Po felt his consciousness becoming increasingly faint, and in a trance he seemed to see some gray smoke floating.
Chen Zhu narrowed his eyes. Why hasn’t the black dragon reacted yet?
He couldn't help but look towards Lao Po. His trump card was already ready, waiting for the moment when the opponent would hit him.
Chen Zhu took a deep breath and his expression suddenly changed.
Oops, he accidentally inhaled his own poison!
He poisoned people all day long, but one day he was careless.
How could something go wrong at this critical moment? Fortunately, he was prepared and quickly used his merits to expel the poison.
Damn it, I lost thousands of merits for nothing, it feels so bad.
I have to say, his Qingxin Powder is really effective. I almost fell into it, let alone Hei Ming.
The huge black dragon on the Lao Clan’s Golden Mountain was retracting when he suddenly felt something was wrong. He felt a little hot all over.
At first he didn't pay attention to it and thought it was due to his own transformation, which was normal.
But he soon found that his heart was beating faster and his blood was boiling, but he just couldn't muster any strength.
not good!
Hei Ming was shocked and wanted to leave immediately. He was very cautious.
If he hadn't been careful, Hei Ming wouldn't be alive today.
The other party is leaving!
Chen Zhu gritted his teeth, knowing that he couldn't wait any longer, so he decisively grabbed the cage from above his head and covered it with it!
"Boom!"
Jinshan was covered by a cage. Heiming flew up and hit the cage headfirst, making a loud noise.
This cage is leaky on all sides, but it cannot get out. The power of the prison path surges from the avenue, imprisoning the black dragon.
"who!"
Hei Ming roared: "Who is secretly plotting against Long?"
He kept looking outside. The sea around Jinshan was calm.
The enemy is hiding so well!
Hei Ming felt more and more that something was wrong. He clearly saw grey powder falling from the cage and floating in the wind all over the golden mountain.
Even though he tried his best to dodge, he was still hit and attached.
There is a cage full of gray powder, how can you hide from it?
Hei Ming roared and bit the cage with all his strength, causing it to tremble.
Chen Zhu's heart was also shaking. His innate Qi could only exert the effect of the prisoner's authority to the extent of its power. If it was weaker, Hei Ming would definitely escape!
Of course, if the Dragon Lord of Shoushan came with a cage in his hand, not to mention Hei Ming, even the innate gods would have to be stuffed in one by one.
To be on the safe side, Chen Zhu still did not show up.
"Come out!"
Hei Ming looked helplessly at the sea outside the cage and shouted unwillingly:
"You want to plot against me, but don't you have the guts to do it?"
He seemed to have no strength left, and shouted, "Even if I die, let me die knowingly!"
The sea was silent, as silent as the Golden Mountain of the Lao Clan. The enemy just didn't come out, and Hei Ming's dragon eyes stared at the sea.
His body was covered with dust, but he still had the strength to speak.
What a special physique, or talent?
Chen Zhu narrowed his eyes, but didn't move or answer. Steady!
Hei Ming kept looking outside the cage, and he probably would never have thought until his death that the enemy was actually locked in the cage just like him.
There was another living being who witnessed all of this, and that was Laopo.
But now Lao Po has no body organs and his mouth is rotten, so how can he speak?
A bitter smile slowly emerged in his heart. This Zhulong is so sinister.
However, no matter how sinister they are, they are all dragons, and the black dragon and the candle dragon are of the same race.
Now, we can already see the dominant position of the dragon clan. There are many outstanding dragons in the clan. First, there was Qing Lao's invincible physical body, and then there was Hei Ming who evolved by swallowing. As for IQ, the hiding Zhulong is actually more dangerous.
How can the foundation of all races compare to that of the dragon race?
Who knows, the future may eventually become the world of dragons.
Hei Ming was motionless and silent, almost buried in the ash powder.
He seemed dead, killed by poisoning. Any creature covered by such a severe poison would find it difficult to survive.
These poisons would penetrate into Hei Ming's body through the gaps between his scales, draining all of his internal organs, making him unable to die any more.
But... Chen Zhu still didn't move, he was still waiting.
Not safe.
What he was thinking was, as a dragon that had lived for such a long time, it was impossible for Hei Ming to be defeated so easily by him, right?
Although he started with poison and trapped the Dragon Lord with a prisoner relic of the innate god level, it does not mean that Hei Ming really has no other means.
Not to mention his physical body, what if his soul comes back to life and feels resentful?
He has plenty of time to wait. At worst he can just chase Shoushan later.
A day and a night passed, and Chen Zhu did not move.
The consciousness in the head of the Laopo tribe leader became more and more confused, and he could not withstand the poison anymore.
But Chen Zhu hasn't taken any action yet.
Another day and night passed, and Chen Zhu still had no intention of taking any action.
The soul is lingering.
Two days later, Lao Po reluctantly closed his eyes slowly. At this moment, a splash of water suddenly appeared outside the cage.
"die!"
Just listen to the dragon's roar!
Hei Ming, who had been "dead", suddenly jumped up and flew out with the cage, covering the water!
His body flashed with black and gold light, and he instantly delivered a full-strength attack, biting hard with his teeth, using all the means at his disposal to fight with that thing!
Lao Po forced himself to open his eyes and found that Chen Zhu still hadn't moved. The splash was just caused by a fish.
Hei Ming roared, and he returned to the top of the Lao Clan’s Golden Mountain, holding a fish head in his hand, his eyes red!
That was caused by the rapid circulation of blood, which burst the capillaries in the eyes, but the person in his hand was not an enemy.
It's just a frowning fish.
"Haha, haha, is Father God going to kill me?"
All the strength in Hei Ming's body was drained, and he roared towards the sky. After he fell, he was completely silent, even his breathing and heartbeat had stopped...
As expected, there is a way. Chen Zhu knew that the black dragon that was destroying his own tribe everywhere had a conspiracy, and his caution was correct.
Even though the opponent is now defenseless and looks like he is dead, he is probably still on guard. There should be some way to block the poison he has refined.
But... since you want to pretend to be dead, he won't be polite. You like to stay still, right?
Then you really won’t move!
Just now, the cage was moved by Hei Ming's collision, and Chen Zhu was exposed outside the cage.
He patted Taotie's stomach and took out a mirror the size of a dragon claw.
If you look closely, you will see that this mirror is actually made up of a number of small mirrors, which can be big or small, light or heavy.
"rise!"
Chen Zhurang zoomed in, and the Big Sun Dragon Mirror restored its true appearance.
This Great Sun Dragon Mirror has never stopped improving even for a single day, with new mirrors being installed every day. Now the number of mirrors has increased from one million to tens of millions!
The core point of the reflection moved with his thoughts, causing the air to become distorted and blurred.
But as he activated the formation, a white flame suddenly appeared again.
The sky and the earth darkened, and it was like night outside the true fire.
Hei Ming had a premonition and looked up to the sky with fear, only to see Chen Zhu under the Big Sun Dragon Mirror.
"Candle Dragon?"
He was not yet angry, and couldn't believe that the enemy was just an underage Zhulong?
"Don't you like playing dead? If you don't play dead, I won't have a chance!"
Chen Zhu's mind changed, and the true fire of the sun suddenly fell on the black dragon!
“As we all know, black absorbs light.”
Chen Zhu put away the Big Sun Dragon Mirror. Just this one time, the array pattern had to be refilled. He felt distressed because this was a mirror with ten million faces.
The effect is significant!
Hei Ming's screams echoed in the cage, his whole body was burning, and the entire prison clan's gold mountain was melting!
A large number of the Lao Clan could not withstand the radiation of the sun's true fire and turned into molten iron. The black dragon struggled in the molten iron, with a special Taoist aura emanating from its body.
"Damn it! Zhulong, you deserve to die!"
His unwilling roar finally dissipated, and at that moment, Chen Zhu quickly removed the cage and released the divine light of sacrifice.
If it’s any later, these things will be worthless and will be burned dry by the sun’s true fire!
Merits fell one after another, and the innate qi was fed back to him. Chen Zhu closed his eyes and felt it.
His strength is increasing, his body is becoming stronger, and his cultivation is improving.
Of course, the most important thing is that the entire ethnic group plus Hei Ming contributed a full million years of merit to him!
You are not mistaken, it is the merit of millions of years. The outline of the fifth golden wheel of merit that had originally disappeared reappeared.
How come there are so many?
Chen Zhu admitted that there were still many Lao Clan creatures left on the Lao Clan Gold Mountain, but even if they were added together, there shouldn't be so many of them.
It really surprised him.
unless……
He looked at Hei Ming. This black dragon had eaten too many of its own kind, so should those of its own kind be counted as well?
Or was it because of his enormous karma that he was finally punished by himself?
There were some things he still didn't know, but Chen Zhu felt he didn't need to know.
He was so happy, he wished he could get more merits!
"You are the only one who deserves to be like me. There is a word Ming in your name? If you don't die, who will die?"
……
……
After Heiming's death, the Lao clan was destroyed.
At this moment, between heaven and earth, an innate god felt something.
"who is it!"
An angry voice was heard, and the Kundao Road was shaken.
"Why are all the people of my Lao clan dead?!"
The innate god walked out from the continent and quickly locked his eyes on the sea area of the dragon clan.
"On the sea... the dragon tribe, the dragon tribe... they are so brave!"
This innate god has two horns on his head, a majestic face, and is moving quickly towards the sea.
At the original place, the Lao Clan's gold mountain, which had long since melted, was left with only a pile of solidified molten iron, and a little old man was standing on the molten iron.
"Tsk tsk, the Shoushan Dragon Clan and the Jinshan Prison Clan are originally races with cause and effect. The Dragon Lord's prisoner's way is a cage, and the Prison Lord's prisoner's way is a prison."
"The cage is created by cause and effect. This little guy, please don't die."
He shook his head slowly. He had done everything he could and he still had his own way to go.
"I must travel all over the prehistoric world and bring a wonderful world to everyone during their rest time. It belongs to... my world!"
Chen Zhu didn't know all this.
When he returned to the tree hole, he passed by Taiyuan Linggui and said hello, then carried a small stone and sat outside Qing Lao's door.
Elder Qing was telling the horned dragons about the origin and past of the dragon's ancestral land.
"Once upon a time, the four elements of chaos collided with each other and gave birth to our common ancestor of the dragon race, the Zulong!"
"The ancestor dragon used its own essence to give birth to the first generation of dragon sons, and the dragon sons gave birth to more dragons, and this was passed down from generation to generation, and now we have the dragon clan."
"And the place where the first child was conceived is our dragon clan's ancestral land. Strictly speaking, it is not the place where the ancestor dragon was born..."
The interesting stories that Mr. Qing is going to tell you today also contain some information that they must know.
"There are different levels among the dragon clan, with superiors and subordinates. I believe everyone has seen the hierarchy of the Shoushan dragon clan."
"Ordinary Shoushan Dragon, Dragon Soldiers, Dragon Guards, Dragon Generals, Dragon Lords, and Dragon Gods."
"In fact, these are the hierarchy of the ancestral land, but the hierarchy of the ancestral land is further divided here by the Dragon Lord."
"Above the Dragon Lord is the Dragon King, above the Dragon King is the Dragon Emperor, and above the Dragon Emperor is the Dragon Lord."
Chen Zhumei frowned, raised his paw and said, "Who gave it this name? It's really ugly."
"Why is there no Dragon Emperor?"
Old Qing glanced at Chen Zhu.
"There is a Dragon Emperor, of course there is, these names weren't given by anyone."
"It's determined based on the size of the tribe and the number of dragons. For a small tribe like ours, with only tens of thousands of dragons, we can only be called a tribe. I am the tribe leader."
"And if it's bigger, with a million heads, the clan leader can be called the Dragon Lord."
"There are hundreds of millions of them, and the leader is called the Dragon King."
"The billions of heads are the Dragon Emperor."
Following Qing Lao's explanation, the prosperity of the dragon clan began to take on a concrete description in the horned dragons' minds.
The rank of the Dragon King is not based on strength, but on clan.
Above the Dragon Lord is the Dragon Emperor, which is an honorific title for the ruler.
This shocked Chen Zhu. How big was the dragon clan?
"No one knows how huge the dragon race is, not even the Dragon Emperor."
Elder Qing said, “I’m afraid that even the Ancestral Dragon doesn’t know how much the Dragon Clan has developed over these few immeasurable calamities. Anyway, our Dragon Clan can be seen throughout the entire prehistoric world, and everyone has the name of our Dragon Clan!”
Who doesn't know about the Dragon Clan? Who doesn't understand who the Three Hegemons are?
"Are we about to reach the ancestral land?"
Qingying asked, with infinite longing in her eyes.
She still has to have some dignity. Today's light is not so glaring, and there is a faint sense of beauty.
"Coming."
Qing Lao said: "But you have to be careful. We can only stay in the marginal areas when we go to the ancestral land."
"Going closer will only offend those powerful tribes. If you are weak, your existence will be a sin."
(End of this chapter)