Hong Huang: The days when I was the chief of Jujiao

Chapter 90 Exchange of Candle Dragon Patriarch and Dragon Clan
"In that case, let's go."

Master Tongtian's face regained his firmness and fortitude.

The two walked out of the Shangqing Palace, only to see a hundred thousand immortals in the square under the Shangqing Palace, neatly arranged.

When the immortals saw Master Tongtian and Chen Xuanji coming out, they bowed and saluted.

"I'll pay my respects to my master, my elder brother!"

The momentum is like a rainbow, straight into the sky, and the mighty sound sweeps across the entire Kunlun Mountains.

Master Tongtian suddenly laughed.

So what if you leave Kunlun, the prehistoric world is vast, and there are countless caves and blessed places.

He has [-] disciples, can't he live without Kunlun?
Master Tongtian looked at the direction of Taiqing Palace and Yuqing Palace, without any hesitation in his eyes, he gave a light drink.

"Follow the teacher!"

As the voice fell, it seemed that the words followed the law, and a great mana power enveloped all the [-] immortals of Jiejiao.

Under their feet, auspicious clouds of five colors rose up, lifting up all the immortals.

Then, under the leadership of Master Tongtian, he flew into the distance.

As for the plants and trees on Kunlun Mountain, they did not take them away, but kept them all.

Moments after the Master Tongtian left, in the direction of the Taiqing Palace.

Lao Tzu Taiqing walked out slowly with Master Xuandu.

In front of them, there are hundreds of disciples taught by people outside the sect.

Master Xuandu said loudly to all the disciples, "You are ready to go?"

"Get ready, and follow Master's orders."

The people's disciples shouted in unison, their will is very firm.

Taiqing Laozi nodded slightly, and with a slight movement of the whisk in his hand, he swept up the crowd and disappeared.

With the departure of Shangqing and Taiqing, the vast Kunlun Mountains became even colder and more lonely.

The little beasts and birds, the spirits of plants and trees, the ghosts and monsters walking in the mountains seemed to feel this coldness that was different from the past, and they hid in their caves, refusing to come out.

From a distance, although Kunlun Mountain is full of flowers, it has an atmosphere of depression.

In Yuqing Palace, Guangchengzi came forward to report.

"Master Qi, Uncle Taiqing, and Uncle Shangqing have all left with their disciples. There is no one left in the great Taiqing Palace and Shangqing Palace."

Above the Qingyun, Yuan Shi hung high, and nodded slightly upon hearing this.

"It's fine to leave. From now on, gather and investigate the Taiqing Palace and Shangqing Palace sites, and bring them under my Yuqing lineage."

"Yes, Master."

Guang Chengzi nodded slightly, and asked in a low voice.

"Then Master, Taiqing Palace, Shangqing Palace, how to deal with it?"

The Taiqing Palace, the Shangqing Palace, occupies two-thirds of the place with the most intense aura and Taoism on Kunlun Mountain.

It will be of great benefit if all disciples of the teaching can practice in it.

"There is no one to teach on Kunlun Mountain anymore, so there is no need for Jiejiao, Taiqing Palace, and Shangqing Palace to exist. They just need to be demolished together."

"Yes, Master."

Guang Chengzi retreated cautiously.

The news of the separation of families in the three clearings quickly spread throughout the prehistoric world, and countless powerful people sighed, lamenting the ruthlessness of the Dao.

Even Sanqing's deep feelings can't resist Dao Rurui.
Under the Yuqing Palace, at the Randeng Dojo, sitting on the futon, Randeng opened his eyes at some point.

A golden bodhi seed hung in front of him, emitting a faint golden light.

Reflecting on his pair of eyes, they were all strangely golden.
"Separation of families among the three clearinghouses. The great prosperity of my Western religion is just around the corner!"

Soon, the golden alluring light slowly dissipated, and the Lantern Dojo returned to its previous appearance.

In Taisutian, Nuwa Dojo, and Wa Palace, Nuwa's expression was complicated, and she also saw the scene of the separation of the three families.

She shook her head slightly, closed her eyes, and continued to practice.

In the vast west, on Mount Sumeru, next to the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, there are bursts of Sanskrit sounds and celestial music, which can be heard endlessly.

The golden, vast and auspicious light shines on every inch and every corner of Mount Sumeru.

Zhunti, who was originally practicing, opened his eyes at the same time, and a smile flashed across his face.

"Separation of the three Qings in Kunlun, the East is no longer impenetrable. The day when my Western religion will flourish is coming soon!"

Zhun mention, receive lead, there is unbearable excitement in the words!
Once upon a time, his west was also a place full of spirits and rich resources.

However, it was affected by the dispute between Taoism and demons, and the spiritual veins were broken, and it has become barren since then.

The East owes him a big karma to the West, and this karma will have to be repaid sooner or later.

Zhunti, Jieyin closed his eyes and continued to cultivate. There is no rush for the great prosperity of the West, it needs to be done step by step!

33 days, Heavenly Court, in the Palace of the Demon Emperor.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi also got the news of the separation of the three Qings at the first time.

"Brother, the Kunlun Sanqing has separated."

A strange divine light shone in Donghuang Taiyi's eyes.

"Separation of families is beneficial and harmless to my heavenly court. Don't pay attention to them. The most urgent thing is to beat down the dragon clan first and boil the soul. The guy who brought the iron will openly fight my heavenly court. This time, You go to the Dragon Clan yourself."

"Yes, brother."

Dong Huang Tai nodded her head!
Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Hall, and the Eleven Patriarchal Witches gathered together.

Di Jiang looked in the direction of the East China Sea, thoughtful,
"The monster race is eyeing the East China Sea. Not long ago, the East China Sea and the Heavenly Court broke out in a war, and the Heavenly Court returned without success. Next, the Heavenly Court will probably make a real move."

Zhu Rong was full of anger and said carelessly.

"Brother, what do you need me to do, even if it is said."

"An enemy of an enemy is a friend. Since the monster clan wants to control the East China Sea and destroy the dragon clan, then I, the witch clan, will help the dragon clan."

"Zhu Jiuyin, Zhu Rong, where is Tian Wu?"

"exist!"

"Go to the East China Sea and help the dragon clan. No matter what, you must not let that court take advantage of it."

"Yes, brother!"

Zhu Jiuyin, Zhu Rong, and Tian Wu turned into a beam of light and rushed towards the heavenly court!
Above the prehistoric and empty space, there is endless, white clouds and beautiful scenery.

With great magic power, Tongtian entrusted Jiejiao Wanxian to move forward slowly.

Chen Xuanji whispered beside Tongtian Cult Master.

"Dare to ask Master, where are we going to move our Jiejiao Dojo?"

The leader of Tongtian thought for a while, but he didn't have a goal for a while.

Although the Great Desolation is vast, most of the caves, fairy mountains and famous rivers already have owners.

He is a saint, so it is impossible for him to do such bullying and domineering things.

As for the other blessed places, they are either too small, or have low aura, and are not as good as Kunlun Mountain, so they cannot satisfy the practice of teaching thousands of immortals.

Master Tongtian thought for a while, looked at Chen Xuanji, and asked.

"About my interception to teach the new dojo, do you have any suggestions in mind?"

Chen Xuanji thought about it for a while, and quickly answered, "Master, what do you think of the East China Sea?"

"Donghai? You mean the territory of the Dragon Clan?"

"That's right, it's the East China Sea where the Dragon Clan lives."

Master Tongtian frowned slightly and shook his head slowly.

"How can you allow others to snore in the place where you lie down? My Jiejiao and the Dragon Clan have never had much contact with each other. How could the Dragon Clan agree to my Jiejiao entering the East China Sea and occupying their territory?"

Chen Xuanji said, "Master, I don't know. After the Dragon and Han catastrophe, the vitality of the dragon, phoenix, and the three races were severely injured. They no longer had the power of being the overlord of heaven and earth in the past. They all shrank. The East Sea is vast and endless, and the aura of heaven and earth The thickness is not much worse than that of Kunlun Mountain."

"Furthermore, the Twelfth Grade Pure World White Lotus, the treasure that suppresses luck that we cut off from the teaching, was also obtained from the East China Sea. The disciples also have some contacts with the Dragon Clan."

"Now that the court is powerful and oppresses other creatures of all races, the dragon race is also suffering. Let's open a dojo on the surface of the East China Sea. The dragon race lives in the depths of the sea and does not interfere with each other. I will stop teaching and protect the dragon race. The dragon race will definitely agree. of."

"Besides, even if the Dragon Clan disagrees, the vastness of the wilderness is vast, and I'll just find another paradise."

Master Tongtian thought for a while, his eyes lit up slightly.

"What you said makes sense. Donghai is indeed a first-class paradise. It would be great if I, Jiejiao, can open up a dojo in Donghai."

With a thought of the Master Tongtian, the saint's mana connected the heaven and the earth, tearing open a huge gap between the heaven and the earth.

Jiejiao Wanxian poured into the space crack and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

When it reappeared, it had already arrived in the East China Sea.

The East China Sea is endless and vast, with clear water, blue sky and white clouds.

A gust of wind blows, and ripples ripple on the surface of the sea.

An extremely strong aura of heaven and earth rushed towards the face, making people feel refreshed.

"What a rich aura, this aura is not much worse than our Shangqing Peak's aura."

"That's right, it's actually pretty good for us to set up the Jujiao Dojo in this East China Sea."

"Clear water, blue sky, white clouds, and a gentle breeze. Why do I feel that the East China Sea is better than Kunlun Mountain?"

"Even if the aura here is a little less than that of Kunlun Mountain, it's really refreshing not to see the faces of Chanjiao disciples."

The immortals of Jiejiao whispered in whispers, with a hint of cheerfulness on their faces.

Apparently, when they were in Kunlun Mountain, they also couldn't understand the disciples of Chanjiao.

At this time, Chen Xuanji whispered, "Master, please wait a moment. I will go to the Dragon Clan and ask the Dragon Clan Chief to come out to meet Master."

"Go."

Chen Xuanji nodded, called Kui Niu, turned into two beams of light, and rushed to the depths of the Eastern Sea.

In the depths of the East China Sea, it is like a dream, magnificent and mysterious, with countless strange beasts and fishes wandering back and forth, and there is a bit of mystery in the ethereal.

Kui Niu whispered, "Brother, do you think Master will really open up a dojo in the East China Sea?"

Chen Xuanji nodded slightly, "It should be more or less the same."

Kui Niu breathed a sigh of relief and complained.

"Hey, senior brother, to tell you the truth, my old cow has long been tired of staying in Kunlun Mountain, especially the face of the disciple who explained the teachings. The more I look at it, the more annoying I am. It would be great if I could practice in another place."

Chen Xuanji hit Kui Niu on the head.

"Stop talking nonsense, go and inform the Dragon Clan first."

"Okay, big brother."

The two speeded up, turned into a stream of light, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

In the depths of the Eastern Sea, in the center of the Dragon Palace, in the Ancestral Dragon Palace, the contemporary Dragon Clan patriarch Ao Ling's face turned ashen.

There is a large pile of rare and immortal medicines in front of him, emitting a radiant divine light.

Boil the spirit to run the great mana, intercept the essence and replenish itself.

After a long time, the rare and precious medicine in front of Ao Ling's eyes was exhausted, and turned into dust by a gust of wind.

Ao Ling's face also looked better, but there was still unstoppable worry on his face!

Not long ago, the demon sage Batie led hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers to suppress the land, intending to force the dragon clan to surrender.

As the patriarch of the Dragon Clan, he shoulders the hope of revitalizing the Dragon Clan, so it is naturally impossible to watch the Dragon Clan merge into the Heavenly Court and become a part of the Heavenly Court.

Therefore, as a last resort, lead the dragon army to fight against that iron!
Baitie, one of the top ten demon saints, beheaded the evil corpses (Peng Hou) and the good corpses (Peng Zhi), and his cultivation was the middle stage of quasi-sages.

Its main body is the giant horned buffalo, an ancient fierce beast, with strong magic power and strong physical body, not weaker than a great witch of the same realm.

Make a Fangtian painted halberd, with strong magic power and profound Taoism, there are few opponents in the same situation!

Although Ao Ling is the current patriarch of the Dragon Clan, he is only at the middle stage of quasi-sage.

Naturally, it wasn't an overhaul opponent like Ba Tie who was almost on the verge of entering the late quasi-sage stage.

After a big battle, although the autonomy of the Dragon Clan was temporarily preserved.

However, hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses were killed and injured by the dragon clan, and he himself was severely injured by the iron, and suffered heavy losses.

Although Ba Tie retreated temporarily, behind him was the entire heaven!
The Demon Emperor, Donghuang, Xihuang, Demon Master, Ten Demon Saints, 360 Five Demon Gods, and hundreds of millions of Demon Soldiers, this is a force that suffocates the Dragon Clan!
The more Ao Ling thought about it, the more painful his heart became, and he frowned.

"If it's really a last resort, I can only go to the Dragon Tomb to wake up the ancestor."

The Dragon Tomb is the burial place of the pure-blooded dragons after their fall.

Since the Great Tribulation of the Dragon Han Dynasty, an unknown number of pure-blooded dragons have been buried in it, and it is a forbidden place for the dragons.

The ancestor that Ao Ling spoke of was Zulong's younger brother, Zhulong!

The ancestor of the dragon clan, named Candle Dragon, regarded it as day, shut it down as night, blew it as winter, called it summer, did not drink, did not eat, did not breathe, and breathed as wind.

It is hundreds of millions of miles long, and it is in the east of nothing. It is a thing, and it is under the East Sea.

At the time of the Dragon Han catastrophe, Zhulong followed Zulong and was invincible in all battles. He was known as the God of War of the Dragon Clan.

It is the realm of the peak of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal [Quasi-Sage Dzogchen]!
It's a pity that when the Dragon Han catastrophe passed away, Zhulong also suffered a terrible Taoist injury, hid in the Dragon Tomb, fell into a deep sleep, and did not come out for hundreds of millions of years.

Even Ao Ling only met Zhulong once when he was succeeding the patriarch of the Dragon Clan.

If Zhulong wakes up, with the strength of the quasi-sage Dzogchen, it can make the heavens fear three points, and dare not do it for the time being.

But Candle Dragon also has terrifying Taoist wounds, and using Candle Dragon to intimidate the Heavenly Court can only relieve the urgent need.

After the Taoist injury backfired and the ancestor of the candle dragon died, the dragon clan still could not escape the fate of being attacked by the heavenly court.
Ao Ling sighed, the most urgent thing is to recover from the injuries on his body first.

As soon as the year of the spirit boiled, suddenly, there were many rare and rare resources in the Ancestral Dragon Palace, and they were preparing to refine and replenish themselves.

Outside the Ancestral Dragon Hall, bursts of crisp Taoist sounds rang out, causing Ao Ling to escape from the state of cultivation in an instant.

Then, Prime Minister Turtle's anxious voice came from next to his ear.

"Is the patriarch here? Chen Xuanji, the chief of the third generation of Xuanmen, wants to see the patriarch. It seems that the sage Tongtian has also come. Anyway, there are many people here."

Ao Ling was startled, and grasped the seven most crucial words, "Sage Tongtian is here too?"

The next moment, outside the Ancestral Dragon Hall, Prime Minister Gui could only feel a gust of wind blowing on his face, and Ao Ling had already appeared in front of his eyes.

"What did you just say, the saint came to my East China Sea?"

Prime Minister Turtle nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"The patriarch is retreating in the Ancestral Dragon Hall and is isolated from the outside world, so he didn't feel it. At this time, outside the East Sea, there are all people who intercept the teaching, and the holy power is mighty."

Ao Ling didn't want to listen to Prime Minister Gui anymore, so he waved his sleeves.

"No need to say more, where is Fellow Daoist Xuanji, take me to see him quickly."

"Yes, Lord Patriarch, come with me"

Prime Minister Turtle manifested his body, and a tortoise as big as a millstone led the way, and soon brought Ao Ling to the Dragon Clan reception hall.

Chen Xuanji sat upright, while Kui Niu beside him didn't have much image.

Zheng Zheng was eating the fairy fruit spirit root presented by the glamorous clam girl, the juice splashed everywhere, exhilarating.

Seeing Ao Ling coming, Chen Xuanji quickly got up, cupped his hands at Ao Ling, and said with a smile, "I've met fellow Taoist Ao Ling."

Although Ao Ling's face was ugly, he still managed to squeeze out a smile.

"Fellow Daoist Xuanji is here, why didn't you inform my Dragon Clan earlier, and my Dragon Clan can go to sea to welcome you."

Ao Ling was talking, suddenly startled, and gasped.

"Fellow Dao Luo Xuanji, have you stepped into Da Luo Immortal so soon?"

"On Kunlun Mountain, I had occasional insights, so I made a breakthrough. Everything was guided by Master."

Chen Xuanji waved his hand modestly.

But Ao Ling still had unstoppable shock in his eyes. He still remembered that the last time Chen Xuanji came to the East China Sea, he was only a Golden Immortal.

But in just a few tens of thousands of years, he has already proved the Dao fruit of Da Luo.

Daluo Daoguo is immortal, this talent, this talent, makes Ao Ling, who is used to seeing Tianjiao and geniuses, secretly amazed.

At the same time, I am even more fortunate to have made friends with Chen Xuanji when I was in Donghai.

Surprised and overjoyed, Ao Ling's injuries turned back, his face suddenly turned pale, and his injuries were repeated!
"Fellow Daoist Ailing is injured. You are the patriarch of the Dragon Clan, and you rule over the East China Sea. Who did it?"

Chen Xuanji said worriedly.

Ao Ling smiled wryly, told Chen Xuanji the ins and outs of the matter, and finally sighed.

"Heavenly Court is becoming more and more unscrupulous. If this continues, the morality of our Dragon Clan will not be guaranteed."

Ao Ling stopped in the middle of speaking, "By the way, let's not talk about these things, I dare to ask Fellow Daoist Xuanji, the saint has come to my East China Sea, what orders do you have?"

If there is, even if it is said, I will go all out in the East China Sea."

Chen Xuanji smiled slightly, "Master is here this time, and there are indeed some things to discuss with fellow daoists."

"Also ask fellow Daoists to make it clear."

Chen Xuanji told Ao Ling about the separation of the three families, and then he said.

"Master means to build a dojo on the surface of the East China Sea, and the dragons live in the depths of the East Sea, and the two will not interfere with each other. As for the pressure on the Heavenly Court, I will also bear the pressure on your Dragon Clan."

"Fellow Daoist, are you serious?"

Ao Ling suddenly became excited!

As long as it can help his dragon clan resist the pressure of heaven, a sea is nothing.

Even if he was asked to give away half of the Dragon Clan's treasure house, he didn't complain.

"Naturally, I don't know what Brother Ailing Daoist means?"

Ao Ling got up excitedly, "Of course my Dragon Clan has no objections. Where is the Tongtian Saint? I will bring the Dragon Clan Ten Thousand Immortals to pay a visit to the Saint."

Soon, the endless, calm sea, set off a stormy sea!
With the body of a whale and a dragon, a merman driving a car, a clam girl holding a lamp, countless crab soldiers and crab generals, beating the heavenly drum, the sound of the drum is loud and deafening.

Patriarch Ao Ling came out with hundreds of monks above Taiyi Immortal of the Dragon Clan, with unprecedented grandeur and grandeur.

Ao Ling rode the clouds to the side of the Master Tongtian, and bowed respectfully.

"The current patriarch of the Dragon Clan, Ao Ling, pays homage to the Saint Tongtian."

Above the five-colored clouds, Master Tongtian nodded slightly, "My disciples must have explained clearly to you the purpose of my visit, right?"

Ao Ling nodded quickly, "The saint is blessed to be able to open up a Taoist temple in my East China Sea. Build a dojo."

Master Tongtian saw that Ao Ling was so good at Taoism, he felt very refreshed, "I won't bother you, Dragon Clan, to open up a Taoist place."

"Beside me, there is just a lack of an outer disciple. Do you have an outstanding dragon son in your dragon clan who would like to join my sect?"

Ao Ling was overjoyed and said, "My son Ao Guang has extraordinary talents, especially better than me. I would like to worship Jiejiao and listen to the teachings of saints."

Tong Tian nodded, "After I open up the Jiejiao Dojo, let him come to do the apprentice ceremony."

(End of this chapter)