Eternal Sacred King Chapter 1049: My son!
"Zimo, think about what you will take away next."
The old monk said: "The Valley of Dragon Skeletons is the habitat of the Primordial Dragon Race. Your blood is impure. If you enter it, you will inevitably be rejected, and the situation may be very difficult."
The flesh of Su Zimo is indeed impure.
But his bloodline was derived from the Secret Code of the Great Wilderness Demon King, mixed with the blood of the Candle Dragon, and it was even more terrifying than the Pure Blood Candle Dragon!
"Don't worry too much, no matter where you are, you are always respecting strength."
The red-haired ghost said: "Whose fist is big, who has the final say! If you can scare the dragon cubs, you will naturally get their approval."
Su Zimo nodded.
There are many treasures on his body, and the two souls are going to practice separately, so I really need to arrange them carefully.
The bronze Fang Ding is the natal magic weapon of the Red Hair Yin God, so naturally you have to follow him.
Only in this physical body can the candle light stone play a role, and it must follow the red-haired yin **** to the valley of dragon skeletons.
Of course, in the Valley of Dragon Skeletons, his greatest reliance is his body and blood!
This dragon body will continue to practice according to the Secret Code of the Great Wild Demon King.
To a certain extent, the Dragon Clan’s true body is the avenue that Dieyue chose for Su Zimo, and he will continue to finish it.
After the black-haired primordial spirit reshaped his body, he merged with the three avenues of the human race, the fairy, the Buddha, and the demons, to be another avenue.
But this may still not be his way!
Su Zimo will walk out of his own way!
Not long after, a majestic and high-pitched dragon roar sounded in the sky above the Dragon Burial Valley, shaking the world, and there is a power that makes all souls surrender!
The red-haired ghost opened his mouth and also made a dragon chant.
Immediately afterwards, a dragon full of fiery red scales with a magnificent head and horns descended over the ancient temple.
Shenlong's gaze is like a torch, looking around, red beards are floating under the dragon's jaws, flames are burning all over, coercive and wanton!
In the void around the Shenlong, a series of fine cracks appeared, trembling slightly, and the wind howled!
The old monk frowned.
This is the resting place of many powerful men thousands of years ago. He was naturally a little unhappy when he was disturbed like this.
Huh!
A rusty chain burst out of the cemetery, bursting through the air, with a very fast speed, and it would arrive in no time.
Even the dragon in mid-air didn't respond, so it was drawn heavily!
"Transfiguration into a human form, roll down!
The red-haired ghost's voice sounded.
This majestic dragon, turned into a middle-aged man in a red robe, and descended into the cemetery.
"Patriarch, you really are not dead!"
The red-robed man looked excited after seeing the red-haired ghost, and his eyes showed endless ecstasy!
Su Zimo can see that this kind of joy cannot be pretended, but from the heart.
Listening to this red-robed man calling the red-haired ghost the patriarch, it is not difficult to see that the red-haired ghost had a very high status in the dragon clan at the beginning, not the patriarch of the dragon clan, or the patriarch of the candle dragon clan!
It's just that Su Zimo doesn't know what candle dragon is in the dragon clan and what status it has.
He knows very little about dragons.
"Patriarch, the chain on your body?"
The red-robed man saw the chains on the red-haired ghost, his eyes glared, his anger burned, and his killing intent burst out. When he walked forward, he would break these chains.
"You don't need to worry about these broken copper and iron."
The red-haired ghost curled his lips and said: "If I wanted to, I would have torn it off a long time ago."
"Why didn't the patriarch come back for so many years?"
The red-robed man couldn't help asking.
As soon as the voice fell, he seemed to have thought of something. Huo Ran turned around and looked at the old monk not far away murderously, and said coldly: "It must be this old bald donkey! Don't worry about the patriarch, this old bald donkey The blood decays, let me kill him!"
Su Zimo is secretly speechless.
The man in the red robe deserves to belong to the candle dragon clan, and his temper is too hot.
"You are so big!"
The red-haired ghost shakes the chain and twitches at the red-robed man again.
The man in the red robe was able to escape, but he remained motionless, allowing the red-haired ghost to beat him.
"I have stayed here for these years, and there are other reasons, you don't need to know."
The red-haired ghost did not explain to him, and said solemnly: "I call you here today, and there is another important matter. You will bring him back to the Valley of Dragon Skeletons and go to the ancient Shenquan to heal!"
"If the elder of the clan does not allow it, I will say it is what I meant."
While speaking, the red-haired ghost pointed at Su Zimo.
"He?"
The man in the red robe looked at the dead body, Su Zimo's lifeless body, then looked at the red hair Yinshen, frowned, and asked: "Patriarch, this son's blood is not pure, there is no need to do so. Don’t you care?"
"Arrange as I said."
The red-haired ghost's tone is beyond doubt, and said: "Also, there is a snake beside this child, who has also been seriously injured, let's take it to the Primordial Spring together."
"Huh?"
The man in the red robe was stunned.
The red-haired ghost is the patriarch of the candle dragon clan, and its status in the entire dragon clan is also very high, but these arrangements are really not in compliance with the rules!
"Patriarch, this is bound to attract criticism!"
The man in the red robe frowned and said: "Even if the elders of the Candle Dragon clan agree, I am afraid that the elders of the other four dragon veins will come forward to stop it."
"What is blocking?"
The red-haired ghost stood up with a loud red light in his eyes, and said loudly: "I have left the clan for thousands of years, and now it is impossible to arrange two people to go to the Taikoo Shenquan to recover an injury!"
"It's not impossible, but the two of them..." The red-robed man stopped talking.
Swire Shenquan is extremely rare.
Only those of the Dragon Clan with the purest blood and high status are eligible to enter.
Su Zimo and Gu Yun are not qualified at all.
To be precise, the two of them are not even the lowest level of the dragon clan!
The red-haired ghost fell silent.
After a long time, he looked at the red-robed man and asked: "Do you know why I called you?"
"I don't know."
The man in the red robe looked respectful.
The red-haired ghost pointed to Su Zimo and said word by word: "From now on, you will regard him as my blood, my son!"
"Ah!"
The red-robed man's expression changed drastically, and he whispered.
Su Zimo was also shocked.
He often quarrels with red-haired ghosts, but he did not expect that he has such a weight in the red-haired ghosts!
The red-haired ghost said slowly: "My child, is eligible to go to Taikoo Shenquan to heal his injuries!"
"Yes!"
The red-robed man nodded without hesitation.
The red-haired ghost continued: "Go back and tell the old guys of the Zhulong clan, Zhu, this title, from today on, I will no longer occupy it, let the younger generation fight."
"The Patriarch!"
The red-robed man's expression was moved~IndoMTL.com~ Su Zimo was confused when he heard these words, and did not understand the meaning of the title of "candle" in the mouth of the red-haired ghost.
The red-haired ghost looked into the distance, and deep in his eyes, a kind of sorrow that was difficult to resolve was surging.
After slowing down, he withdrew his gaze and looked at Su Zimo next to him. There was no hostility, no murder, and the rare kindness and kindness on his face.
"If Yan'er is still there, she should be the same as you. Such bravery, such fearlessness, such persistence, such trueness..."
Hearing these words, the red-robed man looked sad, and tears burst into his eyes.
The old monk also sighed deeply and shook his head.
When sorting out the follow-up plot outline, there are many things to consider, the thinking is not smooth, and the update is late.
(End of this chapter)