Lord of Pets

"Great! With the help of Wuji War Saint, there is hope for the resurrection of the dead lineage. Against the Great Holy Dragon Palace, the winning rate will increase dramatically!"

Everyone in the cave was excited.

Even if the myth is gone, the scattered forces gathered at this stage are qualified to sweep the Great Holy Dragon Family.

This is the foundation.

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and an ancestral dragon on the verge of extinction is stronger than an ordinary holy dragon!

Long Wuji was also very emotional.

On the one hand, it is stained with "stigma" about the death lineage, and on the other hand, it is surprised by the small bone dragon.

"I didn't expect that your Majesty would actually breed pure-blooded offspring. The difficulty during this period may not be as easy as that of the Dou Zhan clan. Without strong strength and enough divine materials, it is simply impossible to achieve."

"Yes, such a heaven-defying bloodline has to bear an innate curse. Longting did not directly obliterate it, but chose to stay in the Dragon Prison forever. In fact, it has already cherished the glory of the past and opened up a wide range of things."

Mentioning this matter, the Golden Holy Dragon also sighed with regret.

For any high-level bloodline, continuing the bloodline is not a simple matter.

Some races have a good foundation and a large number of people, so they still have room for choice.

For example, viviparous and oviparous are the two most common types.

But the higher the class, the harder it is for people to live in groups.

Even some unique and rare sacred beasts and mythical beasts must go astray in order to cultivate future generations.

Where did the ancient heritage come from? Bai Wushang didn't know until he learned enough.

It turns out that not all ancient bloodlines are bloodlines that have declined and degraded over time.

There are many others who have been degenerate from the beginning.

Perhaps its mother and father are holy beasts, but in order to increase the chances of survival of the offspring, the original option of gestating a pure-blooded offspring is often replaced by one that can produce dozens of times more offspring, but only with thin bloodline.

In this way, although growth is difficult, in the process of constant transformation, as long as one or two successfully return to their ancestors, the bloodline will not be completely cut off.

This method is especially suitable for male creatures. They can skip the same race, skip mating, and directly differentiate with their own blood.

Xiao Gulong's father, the king of the Death lineage, did not choose to win by quantity.

At its peak, it concentrates all its essence to give birth to only one offspring.

The power this gives and the high expectations it places are not of the same magnitude at all.

Therefore, Long Wuji, like the Twelve Dragon Souls, was very angry at first, and then felt extremely distressed.

Before he was born, he was polluted and then sealed.

The fact that the little guy is now alive in the form of a reincarnated body is the result of risking everything and sneaking into the Dragon Prison.

But this is not enough, far from it.

Your Majesty's bloodline seems too humble to be subordinate to the Ultimate Body.

If one day they are no longer around, there will be too many evil dragons and beasts to bully it.

For this reason, Long Wuji tried his best to examine the condition of the small bone dragon.

From the bones to the soul, everything is inspected inside and out.

Its first sentence is - "No, it's too weak!"

If Long Wuji had not mastered the control of power, he could crush this agate body with just a single dragon claw.

This made Wuji War Saint very dissatisfied.

Bai Wushang and Bai Wushang "suffered" together.

"Since we must enter the Great Holy Dragon Palace, the prerequisite is that this human being must be promoted to a Heavenly Master and become a Holy Son."

"Then things have to be prioritized. In the next period of time, you can practice with me, and I will be responsible for tempering you."

Long Wuji said it very clearly:

"Perhaps everyone and every dragon have different cultivation methods, but in my concept, there is nothing that cannot be solved by fighting. Every time I grow up, it is either a reunion after a broken mirror, a rebirth after death, or it is a matter of course and a matter of course. It is all in Accumulate experience and strength in battle."

"This is the most dangerous and fastest route, but don't worry about insufficient accumulation. As long as you struggle to death enough times, you have unlimited possibilities."

With that said, Long Wuji faced the Golden Holy Dragon and said vigorously:

"Long Tong, you can go back to the coffin and rest. Leave this place to me."

"Although the effect of the time flow rate in the secret realm is only designed for me, Yilong, it is isolated from the world and does not need to consume the power of the ancestors. It can still stay for a while."

"You can arrange for the Dragon Bee Queen, the Ghost Dragon King and other inner island original ecological holy dragons and holy insects to go hunting and capture suitable prey as a means of increasing your chips."

After a concise exchange, the Golden Holy Dragon happily retracted into his ancestral weapon.

Long Wuji is the King of Holy Dragons who is more reliable than him. As long as he is here, there is no need to worry about the safety of the small bone dragon, and the human guardian's training progress will be faster than expected.

"Come out, A Zhou! Cang Jiang! Sen Po!..."

Bai Wushang felt as uneasy as a deer after a long time.

At the same level, he considers himself no weaker than any Master.

But there is no harm without comparison. These days, whether it is the Black Dragon of Despair, the Glory Dragon, the Ripple Witch Dragon... or even the Toad Dragon with a king body, they are qualified to stand from the perspective of extraordinary creatures and give him some pointers. .

Not to mention Long Wuji, fighting is a common occurrence for him. Even if he is locked up in a secret realm, he can still distinguish his bloodline and continue to fight with himself.

Bai Wushang had a hunch that such a ruthless dragon would have higher requirements, and his control over details would probably reach a very demanding level.

But the good thing is that the Fighting Holy Dragon does not specifically train the small bone dragon. It directly adds Bai Wushang and all the pet beasts to train together in one pot.

"Come, I will fight you with a drop of my blood. Come and attack me!"

In the claustrophobic cave, Long Wuji flicked his claws, and a drop of purple-gold blood spilled from his palm.

Before it completely landed, it transformed into a body more than thirty meters long, like a miniature version of the fighting holy dragon.

Ah Zhou was the first to rush forward.

It is very happy. Recently, the opportunities to participate in actual battles have decreased, and it is a little bored to stay in the pet space and practice on its own.

Now, the Holy Dragon, who is the most proficient in combat skills and the most proficient in killing techniques, has come to the field in person to serve as a sparring partner and coach.

In the past, this was unthinkable.

So Ah Zhou roared angrily, without any hesitation, and mobilized his 120,000 points of concentration to swoop down with his wings and try to control the beast first.

"boom!"

In one encounter, the blood pterosaur's wings were broken directly, it lost its ability to fly, and fell to the ground and almost turned into mud.

"He has a pure heart and is a good fighter."

Long Wuji nodded lightly, praised him without any pain, and then roared and cursed:

"But it's too reckless! Is this how good recovery power is used? When do you treat your life as if you will die after one injury? Only when you fight with such a sense of crisis can you truly understand the meaning of "skills"! "

"Chirp..."

Ah Zhou was now able to understand the ancient dragon language, and he lay on the ground and tried his best to treat the wounds. However, Long Wuji felt that it was too slow, so he waved his backhand and released a trace of pure blood. The blood pterodactyl stood up again with full vigor and vitality.

"Go on! You all come together! Whether you each rely on your own abilities or cooperate, in short... treat me as your mortal enemy and try to hurt me at all costs!"