Lord of Pets

"The bloodline of death..."

Bai Wushang could not calm down, and the pounding sound in his heart filled his ears.

The head of the dark gray stone dragon that escaped from the dragon prison, and was suspected to be a super powerful holy beast at the peak of its supreme body, turned out to be just a chess piece, a fishing bait on the surface.

It turned out to be arranged to escape from the trap.

The real purpose is to help these souls and dragon coffins in front of them escape from the suppression and surveillance of the Ancestral Dragon Court.

Bai Wushang couldn't imagine how powerful such a force could be.

This was completely beyond his knowledge!

The Red Dragon Emperor, the Three-Legged Thunder Crow, the Six-Winged Guardian Saint Angel... these holy beasts and saints combined together may not be able to achieve such results.

What exactly is the line of death?

Bai Wuxin's thoughts were like lightning. He did not retreat but advanced, and took the initiative to ask:

"Senior, what do you need me to do? What else can I do?"

It has only been more than two years since he started practicing as a master. No matter how rich his experience is and how powerful his pet beast is, if he encounters one or two powerful immortals, he will risk his life.

With such strength, what qualifications do you have to participate in matters above the holy level?

If it was an option of ten deaths and no life, Bai Wushang would definitely not be able to accept it.

A group of pitch-black flames conveyed this sound:

"We need a human being who is good enough and can be trusted."

"I thought it would take a long time to find such a being."

"But you have a strong sense of death, and it seems that your end is approaching."

"What's even weirder is that we used the ancestral weapon to divine a fortune for you. Seeing that you are in the middle of the fog, there are countless super powers who have had an affair with you. It is completely impossible to tell."

"As long as such a person does not die young, the end of his potential is unimaginable."

"We contact you and choose you, and I hope you can also seriously think about your future."

"Your enemy is... Zulongting?" Bai Wushang asked solemnly.

All signs, such as words such as escaping from Dragon Prison and wanting to wash away sins and blood, indicate that the so-called Death Line's conceptual enemies are at the top, belonging to the top ceiling of the extraordinary world.

One moment, he was trying to break the blood poison, working with his teammates on trials, and competing for the identity of the Dragon Court Saint.

In the blink of an eye, will he become a rebel?

This kind of contrast made Bai Wushang feel in a daze inside, his thoughts were messy, and the balance of pros and cons was raised high, up and down like a seesaw.

"Yes." The voice of the dark flame was steady and powerful, and then asked: "What, are you afraid?"

Bai Wushang shook his head and nodded again.

He is self-aware.

Zulongting is not only the top force in the human race, but also the top force in the extraordinary world.

It represents the dragon clan and has been the most perfect endorsement since its birth.

Can such an opponent, let alone him, be any saint who has attained the holy status and is protected by a row of holy beasts, really able to fight against him?

Above the Supreme, there is still the ancestor after all!

On top of legends, there are myths!

Compared with such a huge beast, Bai Wushang is just a tiny speck of dust. With a gentle blow, he will disappear into the world, forgotten by time and buried by heaven and earth.

What is he trying to do?

What to fight with?

"Okay, Master Ba, please stop creating a depressing atmosphere."

"Although what we are about to do is dangerous, once we succeed, we will definitely wash away this stigma and regain the glory and glory of the past."

A ball of milky white flame floated out, and a human woman's gentle voice sounded:

"What do you call a human being?"

"Bai Wushang."

"Okay, Bai Wushang, I remember."

"I'll tell you our purpose directly."

The voice of the milky white flame is gentle, and each word is concise and concise, getting straight to the essence of the problem:

"We hope that you will become the Holy Son of Zulongting."

"Holy Son?" Bai Wushang was startled for a moment, with a look of astonishment on his face.

He heard it right. It was not an adjective such as "candidate son" or "saint", but "holy son".

Besides, hundreds of descendants, disciples, and successors from various major forces have to fight tooth and nail to fight for it. What level is the real Son of God? What qualifications and status are required?

The milky white flame did not rush to answer, but led Bai Wushang to look above his head.

There is a spinning rhombus crystal there, emitting endless light, like the sun, but not hot, and very cold.

There is a very faint shadow inside, shaking gently and constantly changing its shape.

Sometimes it looks like a dragon, sometimes like a beast, and more often than not it looks like a shredded curtain, projecting mottled afterimages.

"Did you see it? That's ours, a little ancestral dragon that was cursed before it was born, corrupted by evil magic, and forever suppressed at the bottom of Dragon Prison."

"Its bloodline has been contaminated."

"Its soul has also become corrupted."

"If it is really born, it will definitely become one of the most powerful evil things in the world in the shortest possible time."

"But! As long as we survive and our souls are still alive, we will do our best, at all costs, to continue the bloodline of the dead and protect the sole descendant of Zhou Quan."

The voice of the milky white flame was sad, with suppressed anger and unresolved pity. Finally, the conversation changed and connected with the current events:

"With the help of the ancestral artifact, we went through thousands of dangers and sneaked into the Dragon Prison. We waited patiently for nearly 10,000 years, and finally found a way to peel off part of the pure true spirit inside the dragon egg, and successfully brought it back to the world."

"The next thing to do is!"

"Bai Wushang, we will help you become the Holy Son. Then the Great Holy Dragon Palace will come and give you extraordinary gifts and baptism."

"There is a treasure of the dragon clan sealed in it. There is a high probability that it can help the little ancestor dragon reshape his true body. We must capture it no matter what!"

"Little Zulong..." Bai Wushang's throat was dry and his inner world was turned upside down, so he asked hesitantly:

"Are your lineage the supreme, true mythical creatures?"

"Naturally." Black Flame snorted, "Your Majesty is invincible in heaven and earth. He is the third-generation ancestral dragon that is infinitely close to the source. He is also one of the core pillar-level dragon gods of Dragon Court."

"Its bloodline is superior to billions of living things. Even the top holy dragon can only look up to it and worship it like a god."

Bai Wushang opened his mouth. He felt an unreal feeling from head to toe. He was silent and speechless.

Really shocking.

The last prayer incense attracted what kind of giant!

Immortality, nirvana, kings, and even the supreme being can only be ranked below it.

This is the extraordinary world, the species at the top of the pyramid. According to the popular saying, the little ancestral dragon is the existence named after it, the natural ancestor body!

Upsetting the world and shaking the world are no longer enough to describe Bai Wushang's current mood.

This was something even more outrageous than being in the Sea of ​​Thunder and experiencing the mass extinction of life and death. He was deeply shocked.