Shenxianzong

"hold head high!"

The dragon's roar resounded through the sky.

Suddenly, the wind rose and the clouds surged, the lightning flashed and the thunder rumbled, and the void was densely covered with thunder.

This is a test from God.

The Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit should not have existed in the world, but she captured the escaped one, gained a glimmer of life, and was reincarnated.

Therefore, when she came into the world, there was a thunderstorm from a great way.

If he can make it through, he will naturally be recognized by Dao, and he will be able to exist in the world openly and aboveboard.

If she can't, then she will die and disappear, and there will be no trace of her existence in the world since then.

Everyone present understood this point, so they didn't dare to be careless about this thunder robbery.

The thunder calamity that descended from this avenue was much more terrifying than the thunder calamity of heaven. The purple thunder clouds spread for hundreds of millions of miles, and the clouds kept rolling, exuding an aura that would destroy the world.

Under such terrifying power, all the creatures in a radius of hundreds of millions of miles prostrated themselves on the ground, begging God to appease their wrath, and bypass this world.

But the young dragon that just broke out of its shell suddenly opened its mouth and sucked.

"hiss!"

The aura within a radius of ten thousand miles was suddenly emptied, like a tornado, pouring into the young dragon's open mouth.

When the baby dragon was first born, it was only about ten feet long, and as it devoured more and more aura of heaven and earth, its body continued to grow.

Time passed little by little, the thunders were gathering, and the young dragons were growing.

"hold head high……"

The dragon groaned, the originally cute and silly little dragon grew to a length of hundreds of feet in just a moment.

The horns of its head are towering, and the seven dragon claws under its belly are stretched wantonly. The silver-gray scales are about the size of a fist, and become brighter and harder.

If Ao Lin is a true silver dragon, why does this young dragon have silver-gray scales.

It's very simple, it's a mixture of Yuechen's human blood.

He possessed an innate Taoist body and practiced the way of chaos. The dragon eggs absorbed the energy of chaos, and changed from the original silver scales to silver-gray scales.

Don't look at just this change, the difference is huge.

Anything related to chaos has its own unique characteristics.

Just like a young dragon, it originally had the blood of a silver dragon. At most, it was reincarnated and recultivated to have a strong spirit and a strong spiritual sense, which is a little stronger than the same kind of dragon.

But now that it has more chaotic blood, it has become a species, and it has a great possibility to evolve into a chaotic dragon in the future.

This is a realm that even the ancestor dragons of the True Dragon World have never reached.

In short, this is a mutated real dragon!

"One two... seven! Hiss!"

After counting the claws under the young dragon's belly, Ao Lin gasped.

When the dragon clan came into the world, several claws represented its future achievements.

Generally speaking, only dragons with pure blood are born with five claws.

Common ones have only four or three claws.

Even in the prehistoric world, the entire dragon clan has only a nine-clawed golden dragon like Zulong from beginning to end.

Of course, as long as the real dragon can break the shackles of blood, it can increase the number of claws.

This is entirely down to luck.

Seven-clawed silver dragon, in the real dragon world, there may not be one in hundreds of millions of years.

"If the ancestors found out, I don't know how happy they should be..."

Ao Lin muttered to herself excitedly.

Although she has never met the old dragon king of Xihai, she already regards him as a loving and reliable elder.

The silver dragon circled above the Xianzong, and the cultivators naturally saw this rare scene.

By the lake, under the pressure of the blood, the clam girl and the black dragon guards all prostrated themselves on the ground.

It's just that this can't stop the heat and awe in their eyes at all.

"This is a true seven-clawed dragon. The dragons of the East China Sea are about to rise this time!"

Master Miaoran's fingers stroking his beard stopped, and he looked at the silver-gray young dragon winding up in surprise.

"Haha, you don't care whether the Dragon Clan is happy or not, they are all disciples of my Immortal Sect anyway!"

Meng Daoren was cunning and cunning, and he determined the young dragon's ownership in one go.

"Not bad, not bad, as it should be!"

"It's just that the power of this thunder tribulation seems a little too big?"

Meng Taoist said with some worry.

Master Teacher is also a little worried.

The pure yang magic weapons in the sect, except for the sword in charge of the sword Shenxiao Chiyu sword, and the picture of mountains and rivers in Shenzhou, all were put into use in the world war.

Needless to say, the Shenxiao Red Feather Sword has a special meaning and cannot be lost.

Shenzhou Shanhetu has been guarding the Xianzong all the year round, and has been integrated with the Xianzong, and cannot be separated.

After all the calculations, there is only one universe mirror, which is rarely used on weekdays, but it can be of some use at this time.

Thinking in this way, the head teacher flipped his wrist, and a silver mirror shining with silver light fell into his palm.

Afterwards, he raised his hand and tossed it, and said in a loud voice: "The real dragon came to the world, and the poor Taoist has no long-term possessions, so I congratulate you with this universe mirror, and I hope you don't want to be disgusted."

The Qiankun mirror radiated powerful fluctuations of spiritual power and turned towards the young dragon.

Yuechen couldn't help sighing in his heart.

How could he not know that there are no treasures in the sect now.

With the war ahead, no one dared to hide their secrets, and all the magic weapons were put into the world war.

However, this was the head teacher's wish, and he couldn't refuse it, he just thought in his heart, what kind of benefits would he give to the sect next time.

But Ao Lin was also grateful for the actions of Master Teacher.

She raised her voice to thank: "Thank you for the great gift from Master Teacher, Ao Lin waited for my daughter to thank you!"

When the young dragon saw what his mother said, he nodded to the master teacher, opened his mouth and sucked it in, swallowed the Qiankun mirror that flew to him, and began to practice.

Seeing this, Yuechen quickly took out the magic weapon suit that he had prepared for her, and threw it over.

"My dear girl, this is the star iron suit that Daddy forged for you. You should refine it alive and resist a wave of thunder."