"Hahaha! Ancestor, the younger generation wants to say: As long as you don't die, it won't take a hundred years!" Long Xiaobai said domineeringly.

"Hahaha! Every time I see you so confident and arrogant, Long Ye is like seeing a big brother! It's a pity! ”

Long Potian is the more he looks at Long Xiaobai, the more he likes it, if it weren't for the fact that the other party doesn't have the blood of Qinglong, maybe he really likes to hand over the Qinglong vein to the other party.

"Ancestor, actually, the dragon is quite good. ”

Long Xiaobai thought of Long Yan, and it seemed that he hadn't seen each other when he came back this time, nor had he seen Yaoguang.

"Long Yan, he's still early, he doesn't have your cultivation speed. ”

Long Potian sighed a little, or said helplessly, anyone who compares his cultivation speed with this dragon scum will be hit to death.

The aircraft flew rapidly in the air, overtaking one aircraft after another, causing an exclamation from time to time.

......

Half a day later, the three of them finally came to the Holy Dragon Mountain Range.

Long Xiaobai looked at a giant dragon crawling below, the first time he came was three years ago, when he was still a little guy in the Dao stage. And three years later, when I came again, I was already in the middle of the universe.

Perhaps his cultivation speed had numbed the geniuses of the Four Great Realms, and after he fell, he walked on the path of the Holy Dragon Hall without causing a sensation.

"Squeak ......" The heavy door of the Holy Dragon Hall opened, and a ray of sunlight shone in.

Long Xiaobai saw the patriarchs of the various veins inside, as well as the elders who had retreated. One by one, they stood quietly on both sides of the main hall, waiting for a new patriarch to be crowned.

In front of the main hall was still the huge dragon head and a dragon chair below, but unfortunately the dragon chair was empty, and the dragon ancestor did not appear.

Long Potian walked in with Long Xiaobai, and Long Yan stood outside the hall. Soon, a member of the Holy Dragon clan walked up the stone steps and gathered outside the main hall.

They are not qualified to enter, but they must come to witness a new holy dragon, a one-of-a-kind white dragon.

"Bye...... Long Zu!" a high priest shouted at the top of his voice after Long Xiaobai came in.

Long Xiaobai lifted his white robe, knelt on one knee, and clenched his fist at the dragon's head.

"The 8888th Divine Dragon, White Dragon: Long Xiaobai, meet Long Ancestor!"

The 8888th generation is the year when Long Xiaobai was baptized in the Holy Dragon Temple. It doesn't matter what kind of cultivation you have, or what your age is, you used to count it according to the time of baptism.

The high priest walked up to Long Xiaobai, chanting a strange incantation in his mouth, waving his hand and scattering a ray of light, as if to remove the dirt from his body.

Long Xiaobai suddenly felt refreshed, as if something was washing his soul and sublimating his whole person.

"The younger generation thanked the high priest for his blessings. ”

"Little White Dragon, you're late. The high priest withdrew his hand, looked at Long Xiaobai and said.

Long Xiaobai looked at the other party's kind appearance, and the other party seemed to be an ordinary old man. Of course, this old man's status was above that of the elders, and it could be said that he had the highest status except for the Dragon Ancestor.

The other party said that he was late because he should have come when he was in tune.

"High Priest, the juniors are cultivating too fast. After merging with the gods, before they had time to come, they couldn't control the breakthrough of the universe. ”

"Poof! Poof!" Someone outside the hall couldn't stand the attack and fell directly to the ground.

The elders and the various patriarchs in the main hall held back their laughter and did not laugh, and at the same time sighed that this demon was not human. I can't help but break through? I don't know how many people will vomit blood.

The corners of the high priest's eyes twitched, after all, this was a solemn place, and he couldn't endure it.

"Little White Dragon, your cultivation speed is unprecedented. ”

"Thank you for the praise of the high priest, I think there will be no one to come. Long Xiaobai said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"You ......" The high priest really wanted to laugh, or slap the other party, but he held back.

"So, let's start the sealing ceremony!"

"High Priest, I have something to say. An old man in a black robe stepped out and saluted.

Long Xiaobai glanced at the other party, the black robe, which also means that it is a black dragon, and he can't help but feel tired in his heart. This person should be the elder of Long Potian, the elder of the Holy Dragon Temple.

"Black Dragon, what are you going to say?" the high priest did not call out the name, but directly called the race.

"High Priest, the Holy Dragon Clan is only a white dragon, so there is no need to seal the patriarch, right?" the old man said.

"Long Dianyun, what do you mean? This is the rule set by the Dragon Ancestor! Do you want to change it?" an old man in a green robe stood up and pointed at Long Dark's nose and scolded.

"Qinglong, don't make a loud noise. The high priest scolded the old man in the green robe.

"Yes, High Priest. The old man in the green robe saluted, and then continued to look at Long Dark, but his voice was much quieter.

"Long Dark Cloud, the rules set by the Dragon Ancestor back then, as long as it is a holy dragon, a new bloodline can be established alone, do you want to change the rules of the Dragon Ancestor?"

"Long Qingyun, I didn't mean that. I want to say that a person's family is a bit wasteful because it is a reward for the family and an inheritance. It's better to wait for his bloodline to multiply, and then it's not too late to canonize. After all, he doesn't have any bloodline in the Great Realm, so can he let those properties fall into the hands of foreigners?"

"Hmph, you care about him very much!" Long Qingyun said disdainfully.

"He is the bloodline of Long Aotian, and Aotian is our black dragon lineage, how can I not care?" Long Dianyun said lightly.

"High Priest, Grandpa Qinglong, my father is right. It's better to let him join our Black Dragon lineage first, and then divide it when it rises in the future. Before, there have been such cases, hasn't it?"

"Damn, why do you join your Black Dragon? Even if you join, it's our Blue Dragon. Don't forget, Long Aotian is my eldest brother!" Long Potian also stood up, and his tone was very similar to Long Qingyun.

"Okay, let's listen to the white dragon's opinion. The high priest interrupted the argument between the four of them, and then looked at Long Xiaobai.

"White Dragon, you haven't been canonized yet, do you want to think about it. ”

Long Xiaobai saluted the high priest, then glanced at Long Dark Cloud, and then glanced at Long Bombardment. In the end, he held his head high and said in a loud voice: "Who said that the dragon ~ I have no bloodline, but I have not ascended! High priest, I won't tell you that I have ten thousand children below!"

"Damn!"

"Damn, this thing is so good?"

"Ten thousand, Nima! How many years does this have to be planted! Isn't he doing anything else down there?"

“......”

There was a lot of discussion in the main hall, to say that the survival rate of the holy dragon was low. There are so many holy dragons, not to mention purebreds, and even the half-dragons add up to only a few hundred thousand for so many years, and how old is this little white dragon? There are only 10,000 children! If you count the descendants below the other party's grandchildren...... It's scary to think about.

Of course, Long Xiaobai still doesn't know how many grandchildren he has, because he was stained with Nuwa's light back then, otherwise it would be impossible to create 10,000 villains in 3,000 years, let alone 3,000 years.

(End of chapter)