The dragon holding a candle told all the changes he had in the Dragon Emperor Temple. The huge bedroom was silent, and the eyes of the Dragon King and the worshipper were cold.

The wolf ambitions of the White Tiger Clan are really cold!

Chang Xi was shocked after hearing this, but he suddenly realized why another personality in his body said that the stalactite marrow caused the old man to suffer.

It turned out that after the dragon holding a candle opened its doors and ascended to the fairy world, the ancestor of the White Tiger Clan Hu Xiaotian felt panic, fearing that one day the dragon holding a candle would return to the demon world to unify the four realms, so he simply began to build a killer weapon that could deal with the dragon clan.

They collected the Nether Jade Crystal from the depths of the sea of ​​Qingjian and mobilized the power of the entire clan. After thousands of years of long scenes and countless failures, they finally adjusted a colorless and odorless dust specifically targeted at the dragon clan.

The reason why this poison cannot even resist and detect it in advance is precisely because the dust-type poison extracted from the Nether Jade Crystal Marrow itself has no slight toxicity. It can only be stimulated after it merges with the stalactite marrow. When he is quietly healing, it suddenly bursts out from the inside to the outside, and it is impossible to prevent it.

Hu Xiaotian predicted that the candle-holding dragon would use the stalactite marrow to speed up the healing speed after being injured, but he never thought it was just his thoughts.

This strange poison will directly generate a black tide that is dying in the dragon's body. If it is suppressed with demonic power and qi, it will only make the counterproductive effect and increase the aura. If the dragon clan whose bloodline is not strong and whose bloodline is not strong, there is no chance of saving it. Fortunately, the dragon holding the candle is possessed by the king's bloodline and the vigorous origin, so there is the capital to persevere.

The old man holding the candle let out a breath, even if he existed like him who had been in the world for tens of thousands of years, he was still in fear at this moment. The feeling that life was worse than death was that he could only watch himself slowly moving towards death, no one would be willing to recall it again.

The Qinglong King clenched his fists in his sleeves, and the fine blue scales on his forehead exploded. He said in pain: "We used to equip every tribe who went out to northern Xinjiang with stalactite marrow to heal and save lives, but there were always few returning people. It turned out that the White Tiger tribe had long expected that we would use stalactite marrow to heal the wounds. Such a bloodless plan, so cruel!"

Now that the incident is now, the reason why the death and injury rate of the Dragon Clan's tribesmen who have been out of northern Xinjiang has been high has finally been revealed. This poisonous substance that cannot be prevented must have been handed over to the Xuanwu clan, which has caused the number of disciples of the Dragon Clan to wither at a speed visible to the naked eye, and over time, it naturally declines.

Chang Xi pondered for a moment when he heard this, took out a storage bag he carried with him and handed it to the Qinglong King. The latter came forward in a daze and took the cloth bag he had never seen before. Chang Xi explained with a smile: "This storage bag is the seven thousand drops of top Xuan Chong Water that I brought from the human world, which was personally refined by the old man. It is mixed with my dragon blood. In terms of the healing effect, it should not be inferior to the stalactite marrow. It can be used as a reserve for the disciples of each vein to go out for healing. However, please remember that the Xuan Chong Water will cause severe stinging pain when entering the body. It is better to take it to the tribe members above the late stage of the God Transformation Realm first. Although there is not much Xuan Chong Water, the seven thousand drops of emergency are enough."

The Qinglong King was so scared that he could hardly hold the storage bag in his hand. The ancestor personally sacrificed and refined Xuan Chong Water with the blood of the Young Master Supreme Dragon? How could he dare to take such a valuable thing?

But after meeting Chang Xi's unquestionable look, he had to accept it with a wry smile.

The dragon holding a candle cursed the six dragon kings and various veins in this matter. After the ancestor calmed down, he waved his hand, and then everyone tiptoed and quietly retreated, leaving the grandfather and grandson alone in the bedroom.

The old man, who looked no less than the rich man in the world of the human world, grinned and moved the chair closer to the edge of the bed. The old man smiled with folds full of traces of time on his face, and suddenly there were tears in the corners of his eyes. "At that time, the original power in your body was burned out without any signs, and there was no trace of it. I really thought you had fallen at that time. As a result, you kid kept returning to the sun quietly and cultivated to the current realm. Otherwise, I would have to go down to the underworld and ask the Emperor of Fengdu to ask for your soul!"

Chang Xi jumped out of bed quickly, raised his hand to wipe away the tears in the corner of the old man's eyes, and comforted him: "My man, how old are you? Why are you still wiping your tears? Isn't that good? Just think I've just had a trip to the underworld."

The dragon holding a candle was amused by Chang Xi's words, and calmed down a little. As for what Chang Xi later, he had learned from other tribes that in addition to being relieved, he was more proud. He asked with a smile: "You little brat come to the demon world this time. What about the two beautiful little ladies around you didn't come with you? The space power in the dragon horn I left in Kunlun Mountain was not weak, enough to let you bring four or five people."

Chang Xi nodded, his face slightly solemnly said, "Xin Tong and Qing Xuan both came to the demon world with me, but when they passed through the space crack, they unfortunately encountered a space storm. Xin Tong and I were broken and separated and fell into the eastern realm of the demon world."

The face of the dragon holding a candle changed drastically, "The Eastern Region of the Demon Realm is the territory of the White Tiger Clan!"

Chang Xi quickly told the old man not to worry and continued, "Fortunately, Xin Tong is very smart, and the one with her is Su You, the Queen of Haidong Qing. They escaped from the Eastern Region while avoiding the pursuit of the White Tiger Clan, and met me in Huanhua Prefecture in Qingqiu. The Phoenix Reinforcements who rushed to the rescue defeated the three elders of the White Tiger Clan who were still in dispersed, and then they went back to the Phoenix Clan to receive the inheritance."

"Qingxuan also went with Xin Tong. They are now like sisters." Chang Xi smiled happily when talking about his two wives who shared the joys and sorrows with him.

The old man holding the candle was so terrified by the sweet aura emitted from Chang Xi. He hummed: "The secret technique of the phoenix tribe is extremely difficult to practice, but fortunately, your little girl who likes to wear black skirts has now extinct Yin Phoenix bloodline, which is no less than the bloodline of the dragon clan's king. Once you successfully awaken and fully master the secret technique of the Nirvana, she is the new king of the phoenix tribe, and you will not be able to tame her so easily by then."

Chang Xi waved his hand to the candle-holding dragon with disgust on his face, "I said, "Old man, your trick is just a tricky melon, it's not sweet. I and I truly love each other, right?"

"Didede, I will not get involved in your young people's affairs. Anyway, I just wait to hold my grandson. You kid are quick to do things, don't let me wait too long." The dragon holding a candle smiled and seemed to remember something. The smile on his face slightly lowered and asked, "I heard from Xiaobai that the holy son chosen by the dragon clan this time was Aokiji from the Qinglong lineage. Because of your return, the qualification of the holy son fell on your head. Do you know what this holy son means?"

Chang Xi frowned. He did hear the so-called saint son when he first met Aokiji, but he didn't take it seriously afterwards. Now it seems that there is something hidden in it that he doesn't know?
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