Great fusion of the heavens

Chapter 303 Nine Babies!

Wen Peng was taken aback, isn't this saintess of the ancestor dragon clan of Taixu the old friend of Mo Tongtian?

The woman who stood out was almost impeccable in terms of appearance and figure, and her cultivation surprised Wen Peng even more, she had already reached the peak of the Demon Emperor!On par with those old ancestors!
"Is it Long Ling?"

"Isn't she the best saint of the Taixu ancestor dragon clan? She has cultivated to the ancestor level in just a thousand years. If it weren't for the lack of dragon veins, she might be the saint of the entire dragon clan!"

"What is she standing up for?"

"Before the Holy Son came out, she was the best genius of the Dragon Clan. Once the Holy Son came out, she would have nothing to do with him. I'm afraid she was unwilling."

"Nonsense, I wouldn't be happy if it was me."

Listening to the words of the surrounding dragons, the smile on Wen Peng's face became more and more intense.

When Mo Tongtian told himself before, his old friend was named Long Ling!

"Ten thousand years have passed in the Xuantian Continent. If it has passed a thousand years here, it means that the time laws of the two worlds are about ten times different..."

"Fortunately, the gap is not too big. I will be able to return to the Three Thousand Worlds and the Xuantian Continent in three years at the latest. At that time, it will only be 30 years..."

The patriarch of the Taixu Ancestral Dragon Clan's complexion changed, and he angrily said: "Long Ling, what are you doing? Step back!"

The Holy Son was born, today is an extremely important day for the four great dragon clans, and the four great dragon clans are all present, if the ancestor and other dragon clan chiefs saw him, where would he put the face of the great ancestor dragon?

Not to mention offending the Holy Son because of this, it is even worse!

Long Ling looked at the young people in the square with hatred in his eyes, and said to the patriarch of Taixu Zulong: "Master, you believe me, he is really not the Son of God!"

The young man in the square smiled coldly, stepped into the sky, and said in a cold voice: "Holy Maiden of Taixu, why do you say that I am not the Holy Son?"

"If I'm not the Son, who else can I be?"

The young man said, the phantom of the dragon clan behind him was revealed. Although it is not as huge and ferocious as the Tongtian Shenlong, it is also extremely terrifying. A pressure from the blood suddenly came, and Long Ling's breath sank, and the whole person's face instantly changed. Pale.

Even though Long Ling was a demon emperor level powerhouse, this kind of coercion came from deep in his blood, and it was an existence that even his cultivation could not make up for.

Long Ling wanted to slap this guy to death right now, but she also knew that if she did it herself, what kind of consequences would it bring to herself and the Taixu Dragon Clan!

The young man sneered and said, "You are the saintess of the Taixu ancestor dragon clan, the most powerful genius of the dragon clan for tens of thousands of years, and the level of blood in your body is only a little lower than that of the dragon clan's holy son."

"But you are only a saintess of one of the four clans after all, and my bloodline level is the saint son of the entire dragon clan! Do you understand?"

The young man stepped out step by step, and the pressure of the dragon clan on his body became stronger and stronger. It was as if a mountain had smashed on Long Ling's body. Long Ling's fists were clenched tightly, and tiny dragon scales emerged from his arms faintly.

The pressure from this young man forced her to have an urge to show her true body.

The patriarch of Taixu's ancestor Long Clan's eyes sank, and he quickly said: "Master Shengzi, Long Ling is not feeling well today, and she is talking nonsense, please don't take it to heart!"

Immediately, the words became angry: "Long Ling, hurry up and apologize to Lord Shengzi!"

Bearing the coercion of the dragon clan from the young man, Long Ling gritted his teeth and said, "Impossible!"

"He is definitely not the Holy Son!"

"Absolutely not!"

At this time, even the five great dragon ancestors frowned and looked at Long Ling with dissatisfaction.

Compared with the bloodline, it is higher than you, the first day of the Dragon Clan, I don’t know how much, and compared with Longwei, it is even more overwhelming. When it comes to this, what are you still insisting on?
Long Ling didn't know why, but she felt that this guy was definitely not the Holy Son!Even said, not the Dragon Clan!
Indeed, I don't know why this guy has dragon veins on his body, and Longwei is also very powerful, but there is something missing.

It lacks the unique atmosphere of the Dragon Clan, the simplicity and charm that have come through tens of thousands of years!

The dragon clan is a race developed by the ancestors of the wild dragons at the beginning of the formation of the demon world. Not to mention that they can be traced back to the original in the demon world.

Their ancient rhyme inheritance, the atmosphere of the ancient clan, did not show half of it on this young man at all!
Long Ling is the first genius of the dragon clan for thousands of years, and the closest person to the level of the dragon clan's holy son. She can feel this, but other dragon clans can't.

Therefore, everyone would only think that it was because the appearance of the Holy Son stole Long Ling's limelight, and that's why Long Ling behaved like this. For a while, everyone accused Long Ling of not understanding the overall situation and being narrow-minded.

Tears were about to come out of Long Ling's eyes, but she couldn't explain it all.

"I'm against it too."

At this time, an emotionless voice fell into everyone's ears: "I think the saint of Taixu is right, this guy is not the son of the Dragon Clan at all."

"Absolutely not."

All the Dragon Clan were stunned, and even Long Ling didn't expect that someone would stand up and speak for him.

Besides Wen Peng, who else is speaking?

"That's right! This guy is definitely not the Holy Son!"

Even Long Lin stood up and helped Long Ling speak.

The young man's dragon veins and dragon prestige are very strong, but Long Lin can compare it. Compared with Wen Peng, the aura of this young man is not worth mentioning at all!
If this guy can become the Holy Son, what is Wen Peng?
"Boy, what race are you from? Is it your turn to speak here?"

"There is no dragon breath and dragon power on her body, I am afraid she is still a doll who has not broken through the Yaozun!"

"No, even a newly born Dragon Clan has a Dragon Clan aura. Isn't this guy from the Dragon Clan?"

"There is no other monster race breath, could it be a human being?"

The elder of the Dragon Clan shouted angrily: "Boy! I don't care who you are, but today is an important day for my Dragon Clan, and I won't allow you to mess around!"

"Hurry back to the Little Demon Realm, or don't blame me for being rude!"

Long Lin blushed, and argued: "Grand Elder, this time it's..."

"And you!" The Great Elder of the Dragon Clan turned cold, looked at Long Lin, and said, "As a descendant of the Dragon Clan, you actually speak for other people. If you say more, you will go to Long Yuan to retreat and contemplate for 300 years!"

Long Lin clenched his fists, but Wen Peng patted his shoulders and pressed him down.

The young man sneered and said, "Boy, I don't know who you are, but why do you say that I'm not the Son of the Dragon Clan? If I'm not, could it be you?"

Wenpeng didn't back down, stepped forward and said, "Whether I am or not is not important, what matters is that you are not!"

"You can hide it from others, but you can't hide it from me!"

"Nine infants!"

Just as Wen Peng finished speaking, the young man's expression suddenly changed!
(End of this chapter)