The dragons were stunned for a moment and could not help but frown.
He was just a child, a mere Golden Immortal. What did he know? Why did he summon him here?
Especially the eight sons of the Ancestral Dragon. All of them were Primordial Unity Golden Immortals. Among them, Qiu Niu and Ya Zi had reached the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Realm.
Naturally, Ao Long looked down on a mere Golden Immortal. In fact, he was more jealous and envious.
Facing the complicated and strange gazes of the dragons, the Ancestral Dragon still smiled indifferently.
However, he was thinking in his heart.
What do you simple-minded, brawny dragons know?
In terms of scheming in the Wilderness, my son Ao Long can beat those old fellows by a few worlds!
Soon, Ao Long yawned and sleepily walked into the spacious secret chamber of the Crystal Palace.
" What? Primordial Unity Golden Immortal?!"
However, when Ao Long walked in, some of the old dragons who were a little annoyed glanced at him and couldn't move their eyes away.
At this moment, Ao Long's aura had already reached the early-stage Primordial Immortal realm.
In just a thousand years, he had broken through from a Golden Immortal to a Primordial Immortal. What kind of immortal cultivation speed was this?!
Especially Zhulong, he spat out the cup of tea he had just drunk, spraying Qiuniu's face.
Qiuniu's peculiar face darkened. He looked at Zhulong in confusion.
Zhulong glared at Qiuniu.
What are you looking at? So what if I spit?
Qiuniu felt wronged!
We're both nephews, but why are you so good to Ao Long and so angry at me?
Not knowing what Qiuniu was roaring in his heart, Zhulong stared at Ao Long with widened eyes. He was already extremely shocked.
He knew that a thousand years ago, Ao Long only used 200 years to break through a minor realm.
Although there was only a small realm difference between a perfected Golden Immortal and a Primordial Immortal.
However, that was crossing a major realm. Even an extremely powerful genius would not be able to break through without half a Yuanhui's time if he cultivated endlessly.
On the other hand, Ao Long had successfully advanced to the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm in just a thousand years!
It was even more terrifying compared to advancing a small realm in two hundred years!
Moreover, the higher one's realm was, the slower one's cultivation speed would be. In the end, it would even become a turtle's speed.
The Ancestral Dragon had already advanced to the Quasi-Sage Stage for a Yuanhui, but he was still standing at the same spot. This was the best proof.
However, Ao Long seemed to have no such shackles at all. His cultivation speed was still as easy as drinking cold water.
Although Zhulong was shocked, the other dragons were even more shocked.
"Such an abnormal cultivation speed, as expected of the son that the Dragon Ancestor fancied!”
Especially the other sons of the Ancestral Dragon, Qiu Niu and Ya Zi, who felt better because they were Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals.
The other Dragon Children felt embarrassed.
The other party had caught up to them in a thousand years, while they were still in the same place for tens of thousands of years.
The damage was not great, but it was extremely insulting!
How could they, as brothers, endure this!
"Haha…My son's cultivation base has advanced to the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm.”
The Ancestral Dragon was abnormally happy. He pointed at the seat beside him that was basically on equal footing with him and asked Ao Long to sit down.
"Ha…Tsk!"
"Imperial Father, I was too tired from cultivating yesterday and was sleeping. Why did you summon me?”
He muttered, but he was complaining in his heart.
She had only slept for a few decades and was woken up by the old fellow. How unlucky!
Puff!
The tea that Ancestral Dragon had just drunk spewed out and sprayed onto Qiuniu's face.
Qiuniu's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He looked at the Ancestral Dragon with a puzzled expression.
The Ancestral Dragon glared at Qiuniu.
What are you looking at? So what if I spit?
Heavens, when would this kind of life end!
He didn't know what Qiuniu was roaring in his heart.
The Ancestral Dragon cursed in his heart.
Ao Long, I almost believed you!
Fortunately, I can hear your thoughts, you lazy dragon.
He had actually slept for decades and still hadn't woken up!
Moreover, his cultivation had broken through a major realm…
Who was he going to reason with?
"You're a f * cking genius!"
He looked at Ao Long, who was sitting beside him and dozing off.
Ancestral Dragon's old face twitched violently, but he was not angry. Instead, he laughed loudly.
It was obvious that he was in a very good mood, making people confused and dumbfounded.
"Everyone, the Phoenix and Qilin tribes have perished together. Now, the Untainted Land is leaderless. Is this an opportunity for the Dragon Tribe? Do you think we can leave the Boundless Four Seas and fight for the Untainted Land?”
Ancestral Dragon said directly, but he stole a glance at Ao Long from the corner of his eye.
The main reason why he called for this meeting was to listen to Ao Long's suggestion.
Just as he was looking, he realized that Ao Long's body was actually leaning to one side, and his eyes were closed. He seemed to be asleep.
"This…"
"Damn it, you unfilial son!"
The Ancestral Dragon's face twitched slightly.
Sleepy?
Want to sleep?
All the dragons in this hall were racking their brains to make contributions and bring glory to the dragon race. You're actually tired?
"Father, I think this is the best time for our Dragon Clan to conquer the Wilderness again!”
"That's right, Big Brother. Now that the Untainted Land is leaderless, it's a good time for our Dragon Clan to stand out and turn the tide and reap our territory.”
"Ancestor, just give the order. Don't hesitate anymore!”
At this moment, Ao Long's voice sounded in the Ancestral Dragon's mind as usual.
What good opportunity? Didn't you know that the bird that sticks out gets shot? Seeing that Hongjun was about to become a Saint, how could he establish his might if he did not kill a few troublemakers?!
What?
Hongjun became a Saint?
He said that Daoist Hongjun would soon become a Saint?!
Ancestral Dragon looked suspiciously at Ao Long, who continued to yearn for the sky, and his heart began to churn.
It was the dream of every living being in the Untainted Land to become a Saint.
The three races of the Xiantian Realm fought each other, and even the phoenix and the Kirin perished together. Wasn't it all for the sake of gathering the fortune and merit of the entire Untainted Land and becoming a Saint?
He, Hongjun, had fought with Luohou and almost destroyed the West Wilderness. Was he going to become a Saint?
The Ancestral Dragon did not believe it!
However, his son always had some strange suggestions, and they all came true. He had to consider them.
"However, after the Daoist-Fiend War, Daoist Hongjun successfully won. Isn't he a huge threat?”
"Daoist Hongjun?"
Zhu Long frowned slightly, but he quickly waved his hand and said.
"He's just a Quasi-Sage who has passed his last breath. Why bother with him?”
"That's right. Isn't the Dragon Ancestor also a Quasi-Sage? Why should we be afraid of him?”
"Our Dragon Tribe's millions of troops slaughtered the Wilderness, killing gods and devils in their way!”
Everyone was talking at once, their blood boiling. All of them looked at the Ancestral Dragon with burning eyes, waiting for him to give the order.
At this moment, the Ancestral Dragon's anticipation finally came.
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