The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

Looking at Mo Luo who bowed to him, Dragon King was stunned for a long time, and then felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart.

Earn a fortune!

Just now Mo Luo's strength was obviously not that of an ordinary strong man, he raised his hand and turned dozens of real dragons into snakes on the spot. From his words, it can be known that the founder of Xinde is at least a strong man at the level of a holy king.

There are strong and weak holy kings, but one holy king is worth hundreds of real dragons. With such a strong person coming to join him, he can definitely make himself one of the candidates with the best chance of becoming an ancestor dragon.

The battle just now exposed his own shortcomings, and he is no worse than other ancient dragons, the reason why he can't fight is because he has no helpers. In the case of the same strength as other ancient dragons, any small advantage will be infinitely magnified.

Dragon King Ping only had two or three kittens, which were useless at all. That's why he wanted to ask for help, even at the expense of exposing the location of Dragon Palace in advance.

But his real idea is to confuse who, not really want to accept a holy king as his subordinate, because the dragon king is not sure to control the other party.

Even if the other party took the initiative to vote, the Dragon King would still feel suspicious.

Just like now, joy is followed by doubt.

Could this Mara have ulterior motives?

The Dragon King didn't immediately agree, but said with relief: "You don't need to be like this, fellow Taoist, your strength itself is the biggest foundation of your life, why bother to borrow foreign things?"

Strength is the biggest foundation, with his strength he can go anywhere. If you don't have a foundation, you can grab it, instead of coming here to be your own subordinate.

Unless he wants to steal his own.

Mo Luo saw the other party's worry, so he came up with the excuse he had prepared: "Everything is entrusted to me by powerlessness, I am not afraid of being laughed at by my fellow Taoists, my abilities are nothing to the outside world."

"Fellow Daoist is humble."

Dragon King Pun naturally didn't believe it, the other party was a holy king after all. Although I have never heard of his name, I can feel that Mo Luo's strength is at the same level as my own.

"Now that the world is recovering, the gathering of the strong from the past and the present is an opportunity and a challenge."

Therefore, the recovered strong need to accept a reality and make a change in thinking. In this new era, they are no longer holy gods, no longer supreme, not even strong.

As the saying goes, things are rarer and more expensive, and the rarer the strong, the more expensive they are.

Strength and weakness are relative. It is not that the dragon king of the previous life has no opponents, but there are definitely not so many ancient dragons of the same level. Their "parents" did not give birth to them all at once, and the period required a long wait.

The stronger the individual among the acquired creatures, the longer it takes to grow, and dragons are also acquired creatures.

Long Wangxuan had already let go of the arrogance of being invincible for many years in his previous life, and began to learn how to recruit his subordinates with respect. But he still has confidence in his own strength, and he is even more confident in himself who has won the position of Zulong.

The pale ancient dragon rolled its body slightly, causing the entire small island in the lake to tremble. The dragon's head was full of arrogance and confidence.

"The strongest in the world are divided into three categories, and you and I can enter the first category."

here we go.

The little black man secretly thought, he knew that such a scene would happen, just like a person wants to eat.

It is not a fault that the strong are arrogant about the things that are just and right, and the capable people are arrogant.

The fault was that they didn't know who they couldn't be proud of, and they were able to grasp this point, which is why they came here today.

Mo Luo sighed and shook his head, denying, "Everything is inferior, only one person is superior."

"Who is it?" Dragon King Ping slightly opened his eyes wide, lowering his huge dragon head.

Who is it that can make a holy king say that everything is inferior and only one person is superior? The names of extreme existences flashed in my mind, they were existences competing with the heavens.

Mo Luo replied: "He holds the power of heaven and earth in his hands, and Lei Fa is comparable to Heaven's Tribulation."

"Is it the sage of the Tao, the Pan Taoist who educates all living beings?"

His voice was deep and deep, and he uttered a title that belonged to that strong man. If it was translated, it would be Taoist Pan, or Pan.

Word is His name, and man is His form.

Mo Luo shook his head and said, "He has gone through the world of mortals, gods, humans, and demons before becoming consummated. Enjoying the prosperity of the world, enduring the suffering of the world, and finally cultivated an immortal mind."

The one who knows oneself best is always the enemy, and this sentence can also be reversed. Mo Luo had seen Li Changsheng's memories, and he knew the life trajectory of the other party.

During this period of time, Mo Luo has actually been replaying the fight in his previous life, why he couldn't shatter the opponent's Dao Heart for a whole 100 years. He thought of many kinds, maybe he was too weak at the time, or maybe the other party had some kind of secret technique.

But in the final analysis, it is still a matter of strength, and Li Changsheng's state of mind cannot be ignored.

There are many ways in the world, but Li Changsheng, who cultivates the mind, is the only one who is perfect.

"Is it the Buddha of all Buddhas, the Buddha's head of the head of all Buddhas?" Dragon King Ping asked again.

Mo Luo still shook his head and said, "No."

"Then who is he sacred?"

The Dragon King Pun only knows three existences of exceptional level, namely, his own father Zulong, the Taoist sage Pan Taoist, and the Buddha head of Buddhism.

If it wasn't for these three, there might still be existences that I didn't know about.

Mo Luo gave the answer in a calm voice: "It's a human, a human race, and his name is Li Changsheng."

He had also heard of the three mentioned by Dragon King Ping, but had never seen them. But Li Changsheng really existed, and he beat himself up severely.

"Human race? How can a human race be said to be the only one tall? A mere human race." There were three questions in Dragon King's sentence, and there was a hint of contempt unconsciously in his words.

He doesn't despise the human race, but congenital beings despise all postnatal beings equally. Although dragons are also acquired beings, their blood gives them the capital to be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with innate beings, and they don't think they are one of the birds and beasts in their bones.

Acquired beings are relatively weak, and they may not be able to reach the status of innate beings in their entire life. Even if you climb up with difficulty, you are still at the bottom.

"Fellow Daoist, don't fool me. A human race is nothing but one of the birds and beasts. How can it be compared with the three I mentioned?"

The moment doubt arises, death is inevitable.

The little black man mourned in silence for the ancient dragon in front of him. It's not that Li Changsheng can't tolerate any doubts, but that the doubts of the strong often come with proof.

How to prove that this person is strong? See the real chapter under the hand.

But this is a necessary process, the only question is how did senior gain the trust of this ancient dragon? If you can't stay here, it's hard to guarantee that the other party will hide the treasure.

For example, the former Great Wu Sage King, the other party can hide the Great Wuquan first, or even carry it with him. The reason why they let them stay behind generously is that the recognition of the treasure is the first, the confidence in their own strength is the second, and the trust in them is the third.

You don't need much trust, you just need to keep it until you can tolerate them guarding the house.

They just want a home.

Mo Luo slightly raised his hand to the sky, casting a wisp of dao rhyme to the heaven and earth, saying: "I swear to Dao, I personally think that all the strong in the world are inferior, but Li Changsheng is first-class."

Here comes the avenue oath.

The little black man turned his head slightly, so as not to let the boss put on small shoes for him after embarrassing himself too much in front of him.

The doubt on Long Wangxuan's face turned into bewilderment.

As for? Swear to justify what you say.

"Fellow Daoist, why are you bothering?" Long Wangxuan asked.

"Perhaps that human being is really strong, but there are heaven and man outside the sky, and there are people outside the sky. How can a mere human being compare to the three I mentioned? Everything is possible, and he only shows off his ability for a while. Why should he destroy his heart like this?"

What Mo Luo said was just what he thought, but Li Changsheng should be very strong if he could make a holy king swear to say such a thing.

It seems that if you don't get the position of Zulong, it will be difficult to get ahead outside.

Mo Luo didn't answer, but said indifferently: "Fellow Daoist, do you believe it? It's just a piece of duckweed, and now I want to find a place to recuperate. For this reason, I would like to help Fellow Daoist."

The Dragon King was a little shaken. After all, a helper at the level of a holy king is still one who wants something from himself.

Before, he wanted to cooperate, but the other party wanted to join the group.

He is so heartless and dignified, maybe he really has no way out, if he has ulterior motives, there is no need to do so.

Seeing that the other party was still a little hesitant, Mo Luo bowed his hands again and said, "I got some injuries, and I also made enemies outside. I was alone in my previous life, and I have no one to rely on in this life. If the Dragon King can protect me for a while, I would like to regard you as my elder brother. In this life, I will utterly repay the grace of saving my life."

hiss! It appears to be true.

The only worry in Long Wangxuan's heart was completely crushed with the sound of big brother and bending over.

As the other party, he swore and bowed. Besides being really cornered, is there any other possibility?

He calls me big brother like this, why should I not help?

If you reach out today, you will not only get a helping hand, but also a brotherhood. Ordinary people, Dragon King Ping, don't bother with this at all. His brothers are all at the same level, and Mo Luo is exactly this kind of person.

The Dragon King suppressed the excitement in his heart, pondered for a moment, and finally sighed: "Fellow Daoist just helped me and saved me from a bloody disaster, how can I refuse your request? I should have been born earlier than you , just encourage yourself big brother."

With moist eyes, Mo Luo bowed deeply again.

"Mo Luo pays respects to elder brother!"

"Second brother, you don't need to be so polite. You help me win the position of the ancestor dragon. Half of the sky in the Dragon Palace belongs to you! Even this dragon blood tree, I can give it to you!"

"Brother is so proud, Luo Dingran will help you desperately!"

"Second brother!"

"Brother!"

Looking at the one person and one dragon who wanted to hug each other, the little black man almost shed tears from the corners of his mouth.

Don't say it, it's touching.

It's a pity that I can't come to dinner like the boss. After all, with his cultivation base, someone will accept him as a younger brother, but he definitely can't be a brother, and he can't help others to guard the house. This is not a question of trust or not, but that his strength is not even worthy of guarding the family.

The scariest thing about Mo Luo is that he has no shame at all when he has such a cultivation level.

After some warm greetings, Dragon King Pun summoned his few remaining subordinates, a total of 6 real dragons. The strength of these real dragons is relatively weak, and there is even a flood dragon in the foundation establishment stage.

Basically, they are those who recover relatively late, and their own Taoism is not much higher.

The Dragon King introduced Mo Luo to them, and at the same time, Mo Luo also introduced the little black man to the other party, so that the two had completed a certain kind of transfer of power.

Let their subordinates obey each other's orders, and at the same time establish Mara's status.

In the next few days, Mo Luo and the little black man sat cross-legged on the ground to meditate and practice, crazy drinkers of this high-grade spiritual vein. And the Dragon King was not stingy, on the contrary, the more the other party sucked, the happier he was.

Because the battle is ahead, the more strength one's own people recover, the more chances of winning. It doesn't matter even if this spiritual vein is drained, as long as he can win the position of the ancestor dragon in the end, the entire Dragon Palace is his own.

After successfully breaking into the interior, the two of Mo Luo also knew all the details about the position of Zulong.

Why is Zulong vacant and no one knows? But all ancient dragons know how to inherit, that is, every once in a while, the Dragon Palace will condense the ancestral spirit.

According to their feeling, as long as the ancestral energy reaches a certain level, they can inherit the position of the ancestral dragon, that is, transform into the body of the ancestral dragon.

But in Mo Luo's opinion, the position of Zulong is destined to miss them. The house book of Dragon Palace has an heir, and outsiders like them can't intervene at all.

No wonder the Dragon King dared to lure wolves into the house.

During the ten days that lasted like this, two wisps of ancestral energy appeared during the period.

The Dragon King Pun and Mo Luo teamed up to successfully take them all down. After all, dozens of real dragons in the golden core stage can control the situation, let alone a holy king. Moreover, Mo Luo is playing with demons, and if he is not strong in frontal strength, he can stir up shit. He is definitely a master of one-on-one.

Especially in terms of sneak attacks, one hand with all kinds of demons can make Gu Long fall into all kinds of sluggishness, slowness, and even loss of consciousness.

In the ever-changing fight, a little hesitation will miss the opportunity of the battle, not to mention the disturbance of the mind.

This also detonated the anger of the other three ancient dragons, and finally even joined forces to besiege the three of them for the third time. Fortunately, they were moved away at the cost of vomiting blood.

After this battle, Dragon King Pun completely trusted the two of them. Originally, he was worried that they would not work hard. But now it seems that he treats the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a little dragon. They really regard him as a brother and help him desperately.

Fighting all their injuries, the two of Mo Luo won the last trust of Dragon King Pun, successfully approached the dragon's blood tree, and borrowed the dragon's blood tree to heal their injuries.

At night, the two were healing their wounds on the surface, but they were actually transmitting voices to each other through some special means.

Mo Luo said: "Is the Immortal Dao coming in soon?"

The little black man said: "The space barrier will be broken within five hours, and the sword fairy will definitely come in at that time."

Mo Luo said: "Very well, we won't go out to help tomorrow because we are injured. After all, we still have to hang out in Shenzhou, and that guy Li Changsheng is very protective of the calf."

The Dragon King was moved by the desperate help of the two of them, but the two of them simply did not dare to move tomorrow.

All the actions of the two were pre-planned. First, they pretended to help, and if they could be injured, they would try their best to get injured.

Up to now, the plan has been carried out very smoothly, and successfully helped the Dragon King get two wisps of ancestral energy. Not only did he gain the trust of the other party, but he was also successfully injured.

Mo Luo asked: "How about the strength of the Sword Immortal? I heard that before Li Changsheng appeared, he was known as the most powerful man in China."

The little black man thought about it for a while, and her neck is still a little chilled. The shadow cast by the sword fairy is second only to Li Changsheng.

But if you really want to make a comparison, it should not be considered the first echelon.

"If the Sword Immortal uses the Heavenly Sword, he should barely be able to reach the combat power of a holy king, but his endurance should not be enough. With the current strength of the ancient dragon in the Dragon Palace, the Sword Immortal may capsize in the gutter if he is not careful."

There are four ancient dragons here. Although none of them have reached the strength of the Great Wu Sheng King, they should at least be on par with the Sword Immortal.

Recently, the little black man has not seen the sword fairy make a move. The only record is that when Huang Quan had an accident some time ago, he chased and hacked more than a dozen golden elixir. He is still invincible as before, but without a strong opponent as a record, it is difficult to maintain the face of the strongest.

Mo Luo said: "It is true that you should be careful, if they are injured and touch others, they will die faster."

"..." The little black man was speechless.

After all, we are great practitioners, can we be a little more extraordinary?

Sure enough, the cultivation of great powers is all about the world, otherwise he really wouldn't live long.

Why wasn't I born in Xiandao! Why was I not born in Qingshui? Why is my surname not Li, nor Wei, nor Dong.