Honghuang: Guarding Xuanmen for 100,000 years, driving Hongjun crazy

Chapter 29 Zulong is resurrected! Hongjun is confused!
"Great!"

Xuandu, the three ancestors of the human race, nodded in agreement.

Looking at the luck of the human race floating in the sky, they called on the cultivators of the human race and began to condense it with magic.

"The human race should strengthen itself!"

"Luck, gather!"

The three ancestors of the human race were the first to take out the sacred objects of the human race, namely firewood, a stone house, and a plain animal skin coat. These were things they created thousands of years ago.

It is because of this that they have obtained the merits of Heaven and have their current level of cultivation.

"The great way of the golden elixir and the rules of the martial arts body tempering are revealed!"

Xuan Du also mobilized his magic power and did not hesitate to use the authority of the Human Religion to mobilize the vast destiny of the human race.

moment!

Strands of luck, like trickles of water, gathered in the air to form a long river emitting an obscure and mysterious light and exuding a red-gold Taoist rhythm.

"The golden dragon of luck is about to appear, everyone, work harder!"

Yinglong was delighted and immediately spoke to everyone.

The Ancestral Dragon Pearl continued to get hotter in her hand, and the Ancestral Dragon's dragon soul began to become restless. Waves of dragon power rose into the sky, affecting the long river of destiny.

At this moment, a magical scene happened!

As if influenced by the Ancestral Dragon Pearl, the Long River of Luck evolved and changed, and immediately turned into a golden dragon of luck. Every dragon scale was shining brightly, and bursts of dragon roars shook the heaven and earth.

"go with!"

Yinglong exerted force with his right hand and knocked the Ancestral Dragon Pearl into the Golden Dragon of Fortune.

Time!
The dragon soul of the Ancestral Dragon surged out from the Ancestral Dragon Pearl, controlling the Golden Dragon of Fortune. In the sky, the Golden Dragon of Fortune had a hint of vitality at this moment, and was no longer simply the fortune of heaven!

It's as if I came alive!
"Dragon Lord, quickly use the secret method of the dragon clan to help Zulong control the golden dragon of destiny!"

Xuandu reminded Yinglong.

Upon hearing this, Yinglong called upon all the divine dragons around him and immediately performed mysterious magic spells.

The dragon is flying in the void!
All kinds of wonderful rules were constantly being incorporated into the golden dragon of luck.

The breath of the Ancestral Dragon is constantly recovering and growing stronger!

I do not know how long it has been!

The golden dragon of luck hovering in the sky gradually retracted its red-gold light, and its scales and body became more real, as if its luck was about to evolve into real flesh and blood.

However, the Golden Dragon of Luck is the transformation of the luck of the human race and it is impossible for it to transform into a real physical body!

"Hoo Hoo Hoo"

The dragon's roar rumbled like thunder.

The Ancestral Dragon Pearl was held in the mouth of the Golden Dragon of Fortune. Its two dragon eyes were full of vitality and contained a deep light.

"We congratulate Zulong on his resurrection!"

Yinglong led the people of the dragon clan to kneel and spoke in unison to the golden dragon of destiny.

At this moment!
Zulong's will just awakened a little.

"I am the Zulong. Am I not dead?"

"I have now become the golden dragon of luck for the human race."

Zulong couldn't believe it, but soon accepted the reality.

However, his soul was in great chaos, and he could not recall many memories about the first catastrophe of Long Han and before that. Only the various magical powers he once possessed were still clearly engraved in his mind.

"That's right!"

"From now on, there is only the Ancestral Dragon of the human race!"

“Senior Zulong, during the first calamity of the Longhan period, the three races fought for supremacy and you perished in the calamity. Now you are relying on the human race’s qi to be reborn. I hope you will do your best to protect the human race!”

Xuan Du was neither humble nor arrogant, he bowed and said to Zulong.

His identity as one of the three overlords had long since disappeared in the long river of history.

"Who are you?"

Zulong spoke in a deep voice, staring at Xuandu, his eyes gleaming with light, as if he could see through him.

Xuandu's body exudes the luck of humanity, and the three Daluo flowers are surrounded by rich purple air. It is obvious that he is a person with great blessings. Although his realm is only Taiyi Golden Immortal, his luck and merits are beyond Zulong's imagination.

This person's background is even more terrifying than that of a quasi-saint!
Hearing this, Xuan Du said calmly: "I am the disciple of the Taiqing Saint, the disciple of Hongjun Daozu, and I will take charge of the human religion on behalf of my master and educate the human race!"

“Before this, it was only because of the cooperation between this poor Taoist, the ancestors of mankind, and the cultivators of the human race and Yinglong that Senior was able to regain his freedom!”

Upon hearing Xuan Du's identity, Zulong began to comprehend the rules of heaven and earth.

Soon, he learned about the structure of the ancient world and who the Taiqing Saint mentioned by Xuandu was.

"I will protect the human race. After all, the dragon race is the guardian of the saints, and I will be the patron saint of the human race!"

“Don’t worry. Maybe I still have other ideas in mind at the beginning of my resurrection, but now there are so many powerful people in the prehistoric world. It is impossible for me to dominate the prehistoric world and collect the destiny of heaven for the dragon clan.”

"From now on, I, the Dragon Clan, and the Human Clan will share weal and woe, and we will be one and the same!"

Zulong made a solemn promise to Xuandu.

The shock in his heart could not calm down for a long time.

Daoist Ancestor Hongjun has become one with the Tao, and all of his disciples are saints of the Heavenly Dao who are comparable to the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian. The situation in the prehistoric world is also complicated. The cultivation of the Twelve Ancestral Witches is no less than that of him in the past, and Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi are even more unfathomable in strength.

The dragon clan is nothing compared to the witch clan and the demon clan!
It can be said that it has completely declined!

"The human race has extraordinary potential, Senior Zulong, please do not underestimate the human race!"

"The stronger the human race becomes, the faster your cultivation will recover!"

"My current state of being at the early stage of the Golden Immortal Realm is not enough to demonstrate Senior Zulong's prestige!"

Xuan Du spoke to Zulong again.

The destiny of the Ancestral Dragon and the human race has merged, but has not yet reached a complete level.

Only if he completely abandons everything he had in the past can he gain the recognition of the destiny of the human race, and then continue to improve his cultivation and soon regain the demeanor of a peak Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

"Great!"

"I still need to sort out my thoughts, so I will go to meditate first!"

Zulong was obviously persuaded by Xuandu. He disappeared directly into the void and digested all the information.

Seeing this, Xuan Du grinned and breathed a sigh of relief.

He was really afraid that Zulong would not know what was good for him and would not be able to let go of the past!
Now it seems that Zulong is very adaptable!

Cangjie invented characters and Zulong was resurrected.

Everything that happened among the human race was displayed before the eyes of all the powerful people in the prehistoric world.

In the thirty-third heaven, ancestor Kunpeng was furious.

"These ants imitated this ancestor to create the human language, and also gained so much merit from the Heavenly Dao. They really deserve to die!"

"And Zulong has actually been resurrected."

Ancestor Kunpeng was so furious that he almost turned his own Demon Master Palace upside down.

Not only him, but other powerful demons and witches also had different reactions.

Even Hongjun Daozu was alarmed.

Beyond the chaotic sky, the Zixiao Palace has infinite Taoist charm.

Above the cloud platform, the golden wheel of heaven was vast and boundless, and Daoist Patriarch Hongjun opened his eyes.

"The dragon race voluntarily protects the human race, and from now on they begin to break free from the shackles of heaven!"

"Now, Zulong is reborn again!"

"Even I can't figure out the general trend of the prehistoric world. Who is plotting behind the scenes?"

Cold and emotionless.

The voice of Hongjun Daozu was very empty and appeared in Zixiao Palace.

After a long time, his figure was swallowed up by the Golden Wheel of Heaven again!

(End of this chapter)