New White Snake Asking Immortals

Eerie and barren ruins.

"Benefactor, the sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, turn back to the shore, can you put down the butcher knife?"

The old Huixian's old face was kind and kind, and he was sincere to the ghost struggling desperately on the ground. The hell ghost was ugly, with gray and red skin, an ugly face, crooked and crawling, slender limbs and sharp nails, half of his brain was exposed.

There are no eyes, no ears, no nose, only a mouth full of protruding fish and slobber.

"Aw! Eat...! Eat!"

Teeth clenched and rattled, Lao Huixian shook his head.

"Good."

He waved his hand, turned around and continued on his way. Behind him, the snake demon boy who stepped on the evil spirit of hell swung his knife swiftly, returned the knife to its sheath, turned around and caught up with the team and continued to open the way.

The evil ghost whose head had been cut off burned like coals and turned into ashes in an instant.

The long-faced king of heaven wears rough linen clothes and walks barefoot, carrying luggage and following the team, stepping on the ashes with his big feet, letting the last traces of evil spirits dissipate. Between heaven and earth, a desolate, dead and dark world, the horizon is black. The earth connects to the sky, and the grass is luxuriant. Four people Shadow walked forward step by step, and the little bald head chattered back and forth.

The sound of mumbling scriptures spread far, far away...

...

Half-Dragon Terran land.

Bai Yujun lay down on the waterside pavilion in the lotus pond and took a nap, the dragon's tail swayed gently in the water, attracting several koi carps to gather, and outside the waterside pavilion, monkeys hung on the branches of trees to sleep.

Outside the ancestral hall, half-dragon people are screening, the main target is young people.

According to Bai Moulong's request, it is better to be short than to be indiscriminate, not to accept those who are indeterminate, not to be rebellious, and not to be extremely self-interested. Of course, using Bai Moulong's supernatural powers of hope, which can roughly see the number of fate, save a lot of time and quickly filter.

What puzzled Long Zhao the most was that His Royal Highness Bai Long didn't care about the thin blood.

The blood of the half-dragon family depends entirely on the dragon horns on the top of the head.

The bigger the dragon horn, the more dragon blood in the body, and vice versa, the blood is destined to talent and future achievements, similar to the Dragon Palace, everything is built on the foundation of blood, unexpectedly, Shenlong doesn't care about blood at all concentration.

Long Zhao and the half-dragon powerhouse have a guess in their minds, perhaps, the dragon can strengthen the blood...

The clan elders originally wanted to place some trustworthy children and juniors, but it was difficult to do so.

The half-dragon people are strong and weak, poor and rich. They have lived and reproduced for countless generations, and the family relationship is getting weaker and weaker. Several families with strong bloodlines share the power equally. Most of the people with thin bloodlines are actually similar to ordinary mortals. Already used to this kind of life.

Occasionally, some civilian newborns with thin blood will show atavism, and the concentration will suddenly increase, which is also the only way to improve the class.

There was a long queue at the gate of the ancestral hall.

The upper layer of a small number of brocade clothes is mostly ordinary half-dragon people with coarse cloth and old clothes with mud spots on their trousers.

The open space is surrounded by dragon stone pillars, and five dragon scale clones examine everyone.

The avatars communicate with each other in secret.

Wearing a long skirt and possessing mana condensing floating dragons to play and twine, it looks boring.

"So, why are we standing on it?"

On the other side, the avatar holding the guqin had a calm expression.

"Maybe to show deterrence, spell clone, can you cast a spell to blow a little wind? Just blow your long hair to look elegant and chic, you know."

"no problem."

Suddenly, the breeze was very cool.

The spear clone with the coldest and most domineering expression raised his eyebrows.

"Don't move around, a master must have the temperament of a master, be as fast as the wind and as slow as the forest! Invading like fire! Immovable like a mountain! Difficult to know like shadow! Move like thunder!"

The heavy sword clone and the sword shield clone, who were also wearing armor, nodded in agreement.

The spell clone and Guqin clone rolled their eyes.

The open space in front of the shrine.

Many young half-dragons have fiery eyes, and there are many people who look up at the five parts, but there are very few high-level children, most of whom are ordinary half-dragons with thin blood. Even the high-level children are marginal people who are marginalized, except for Long Zhao.

In the crowd, a boy with an indistinct dragon horn on his head was very nervous.

Elbow to the boy dressed as a fisherman in front of him.

"Rang, do you think it's really the dragon's choice? Will we be chosen?"

The fisherman boy shook his head.

"I don't know. The patriarch probably wouldn't lie to us when he said it was a Shenlong. It doesn't matter how strong the blood is, or how high or low the cultivation is, as long as it's young, but..."

The young fisherman named Rang frowned.

"I haven't seen your son's daughter come to choose, it's very strange."

Many young people find it strange.

The nervous boy looked at the busy Long Zhao ahead.

"Zhao has already left the clan land. I saw the old patriarch modifying the genealogy at noon. Maybe this is our chance to change our destiny."

"Yeah, it's good to leave. There are five younger brothers and sisters in the family. It doesn't matter if I have one more or one less..."

"..."

There was a silence.

It feels like being abandoned by the family, leaving the clan at a young age to go to the strange outside world.

The pass rate is very high, and the young people who can come still yearn for the Dragon Clan in their hearts. They grew up listening to the legend of the dragon, and have not changed their original intentions because of their growth. At least they still have dreams in their hearts.

Long Zhao inspected the young fisherman with a secret method and nodded.

"Pass, go to the ancestral hall and wait first. His Royal Highness Shenlong will take you away after the screening is over."

"Next."

The nervous boy stepped forward and became even more nervous, his legs trembled violently, which even caused the five avatars to watch curiously.

Long Zhao smiled and cast a spell.

"I...my name is Bing...I, I..."

"Relax, the process is very simple, well, this is the end, pass."

This passed?

An ordinary nervous boy who has never experienced major events since he was a child, his head is still dazed. Looking back, even the ancestral hall could only be watched from a distance, and he never left his family's field. He only climbed the city wall to help during the war, and now he has to leave The tribe follows the dragon...

I am happy to see the real dragon, but also feel terrified about leaving home, and I feel conflicted inside.

In a trance, he walked into the ancestral hall of the Banlongren clan.

Like many young men and women, seeing the portraits of the Dragon King and the Dragon Queen for the first time, it is inevitable that it is oppressive, maybe it is an illusion, and vaguely feels that the five dragon clones outside look like the Dragon Queen.

In the evening, the sun sets.

Accompanied by Long Jie, Bai Yujun saw more than a thousand half-dragon young men and women inside and outside the ancestral hall.

"Your Highness, please see if you are satisfied."

"Very good, very good."

Long Mu glanced over and saw that Long Zhao was doing a good job.

Long Ji was still a little worried.

"But...their dragon bloodlines are too thin, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to assist His Highness in the future. Why don't I choose some juniors with strong bloodlines."

Bai Yujun interrupted with a wave of her hand, not caring about her bloodline.

"It doesn't matter, this dragon has its own arrangements. According to the agreement, I will take them away. From now on, although they are still half-dragons, they belong to this dragon. Half-dragons have no right to mobilize the command. Drop the Demon Dragon King and Immortal."

"It is their honor to follow His Highness Shenlong, and I am very grateful to Your Highness for helping us through the crisis."

The old patriarch Long Ji bowed down to thank him.

The other half-dragons had no intention of objecting, anyway, they were ordinary half-dragons with thin blood.

The nervous boy and the fisherman boy saw Lord Shenlong from afar.

Very young, very beautiful, with snow-white dragon horns and pointed ears, and a long dragon tail, the natural suppression of their blood made them feel a certain sense of fear.

Before I could react, the screen in front of me suddenly changed...

"This... what is this place?"

All the selected half-dragons stood on the lawn, with the blue sky, white clouds and gentle breeze, giant trees, waterfalls, a majestic shrine on the top of the mountain, and a floating mountain above their heads.

There are shadows overhead, and huge sailboats descend from the sky.

Long Zhao stood at the front and saw a priestess stepping off the boat.

"I am Jiang, and I will take you to the land of the half-dragon people by the order of the Dragon Emperor. Go aboard."

He actually wanted to travel by flying boat. This time, Long Zhao finally knew how big the secret realm was...