After a few more days, there was finally no more challenge from the Holy Son in the battle to win the championship. All that needed to be fought were fought, and all that needed to be fought for were over.

During the last Holy Sacrifice, there were seventy-two superior clansmen. During this Holy Sacrifice, some of the former superior clans were exterminated or fell to minor clans, and some minor clans were newly promoted to superior clans. During this holy sacrifice, the superior clans became

Seventy-eight people!

These seventy-eight saints and saints from the superior clan are all included in this list.

It is worth mentioning that Saint Nuyao from the Shanhe Giant Ape Clan stepped onto the 32nd ring this time and successfully defended it.

Although Han Xue was mentally disturbed by Qing Ling's Tongtian Jianmu phantom, she still stepped onto the stage of the Thirteenth Holy Son again.

Miao, the Saint of the Black Lizard Clan, was not particularly outstanding in strength. After being defeated by the Holy Son of the Tianjun Salamander Tribe, she only managed to stay at the position of the 30th Saint after five challenge opportunities.

From the beginning to the end, no one dared to challenge Qing Ling. Those people didn't think they could beat Han Xue, who was ranked ninth, and naturally they didn't have the confidence to defeat Qing Ling.

The elder of the Golden Dragon Tribe inspected the arena for a moment and said loudly: "Since no one challenges us anymore, the first part of this Holy Sacrifice and the Holy Selection Battle is over!"

As soon as the words fell, Qing Ling felt relieved, and he would never dare to relax until the last moment.

In the center of the hundred-seat arena, a group of auras rose one after another, representing their respective rewards. There was only one token in the large group of the last fifty saints and saints, which was engraved with a dragon claw, which represented that they could

The entire one hundred yuan donation will be waived.

Among the top fifty saints and saints, there is not only such a token, but also a drop of suspended amber. A drop of pure dragon blood is wrapped in the amber. Entering the bloodline of the dragon clan is not just about entering the dragon clan.

, it can also refine the dragon bloodline!

In addition to these two things in the light clusters of the top ten saints, there is also an innate spirit fruit with extremely rich spiritual energy. The earth, wood and avenue laws are suspended above the dao fruit. It takes tens of thousands of years to become ten of the best innate spirit treasures.

The fruit is infinitely more useful and precious than the ginseng fruit of Zhen Yuanzi in later generations.

Qing Ling immediately put away the three items, and immediately hid them after seeing that there was nothing wrong with the Huangzhongli Lingguo. This was not only a spiritual fruit, but also an opportunity for him to become a Golden Immortal, and he could not afford to miss it.

In the top three arena, the mermaid saint held a colorful bead the size of a fist in her hand. The quality of its magic weapon was much better than the spiritual treasures in the Xishan Ancestral Land.

In the hands of the Holy Son of the Spirit Turtle Tribe is an extremely heavy Thousand-layered Peak magic weapon. The quality of its magic weapon is no weaker than that of the Taixu Divine Bell, which is extremely powerful and requires a lot of effort to refine.

As for the first place Holy Son of the Giant Whale Tribe, a young man with blue eyes, he holds a sea-suppressing fork in his hand. The rich Tao power of water and the 12th level of innate Tao taboos on it mean that this is a middle-grade item.

Innate spiritual treasure!

Qing Ling looked at the greedy eyes of the people below and couldn't help but be afraid. A twelve-level innate Tao forbidden spirit treasure made them so greedy. If people knew that he had a twenty-seventh level innate Tao forbidden spirit treasure, it was very close to the best innate spirit treasure.

, then he shouldn’t be cut into pieces?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but touch the hair tie tied behind his back.

In the arena, he didn't dare to use Mi Tiansuo's other magical powers, he only used it as a spiritual treasure that could turn black hair into black hair, just for fear of being discovered.

When he returns to his clan and breaks through to the Golden Immortal, he can then refine the tenth level of the Taoist Taoist Code of the Mitian Suo and display the power of the middle-grade innate spiritual treasure. It will definitely be more powerful than the middle-grade innate spiritual treasure of the Holy Son of the Giant Whale Clan!

Qing Ling's thoughts changed, and then he remembered that he was indeed missing a magic weapon that could be used to attack Destruction. It seemed that after returning to the clan, he would have to spend more time refining or looking for a magic weapon that could be used to attack.

While he was thinking, the elder of the Golden Dragon tribe stepped back, and Lan Kui stepped forward and began to preside over the second sequence, passing on the pulse.

To put it in a layman’s terms, it’s a blind date!

Just as Lan Kui finished speaking, the dragon clan members behind him who were sitting alone chatting suddenly flew onto the stage of hundreds of people, vying to be the first to introduce their future significant other to their dragon son, grandson or dragon girl.

For a moment, the scene looked really chaotic.

A group of dragon clan old men and women, middle-aged men, and women in palace attire were all vying for the first place.

After all, this former Hundred Saint Son can be said to be the most outstanding one hundred golden immortals in the entire dragon clan's control area. No, it is the ninety-nine golden immortals plus one heaven-level one.

The people of Wanzu couldn't help but be a little confused, but then they looked up in envy. Not everyone has the qualification to be competed by the dragon clan.

I saw some old women guarding the ring, shouting menacingly: "You old guys, don't let me take this away from you. If my dragon girl can't find a suitable successor to the bloodline, I may not be able to succeed!"

"Who are you fooling? Are your many dissimilar descendants worthy of being called the Sons of the Dragon? You don't mind being a dragon. I'm blushing for you." An old man with a white beard pointed at the old woman and showed no sign of giving in.

They blocked the stage of a 20th-ranked Holy Son and fought endlessly with him.

…

"Hey, hey, Mrs. Hua, what are you doing? You don't even let go of the little guy at the heaven level? You are enough to be someone's ancestor, don't you still covet someone else's Yuanyang?" A big man with a horned head shouted loudly.

A very beautiful young woman in pink stood on the stage of Qing Ling without giving in.

"That's right, you don't know how to be shameless. You are a big Luo after all. Can you save some face for your thousands of dragon sons and dragon girls? Who in the entire East China Sea doesn't know your gorgeous name, Mrs. Hua?"

The old woman with white hair also followed the young woman fiercely.

The face of the young woman in pink, who was called Mrs. Hua, was slightly red. She was both ashamed and angry. After all, she was in front of her own race. "Where are you thinking? I am looking for a good male beast for my dragon girl of the Lilong lineage.

.”

An old red-haired man on the other side arrived late. When he heard this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud and said: "Hey, listen, Mrs. Hua, who has been born with ten dragons for ten thousand years, actually wants to find males for her dozens of dragon girls.

A beast!"

"Who believes it?"

"That's right, don't come to harm other people's juniors."

Madam Hua looked slightly stunned and said: "What do you old antiques know? In the final analysis, it still depends on the wishes of the Holy Son."

As she said that, she turned her head, looked at Qing Ling with eyes like spring water, and said softly: "Holy Son, I, Hua Li, am the ancestor of the Li Long lineage. I wonder if I would like to join my Li Long lineage?"

?There must be hundreds of dragon girls and dragon girls for you to choose from."

Qing Ling only felt that his scalp was numb. Although this Da Luo's charm skills were extremely superb, he was born as the God of Spring and had his own aphrodisiac illusion skills. How could he be aroused to his erotic heart?

He bowed respectfully and said: "Thank you for your kindness, senior. It's just that I, junior..."

"Just what?" The white-haired old woman quickly interjected, looking like a kind old lady, and said kindly: "Don't worry, you don't have to be afraid that she is Da Luo and you don't dare to refuse. As an old woman, I will support you, just say so.

.I am an elder of the White Dragon clan, and the dragon girls of my clan are all holy, noble and pure, unlike that guy and the nine-tailed fox in Northeast Qingqiu who are shameless."

"Hey, old lady, who do you think is shameless? Why am I, of the Lilong line, the same as that despicable fox? Last Yuanhui, several male dragons of your White Dragon line surrounded me, Qianli, every day.

The hole is spinning, how can your Bailong lineage be so good?"

"You...are obviously those dragon girls of yours who have no shame and come out to seduce the male dragons of my white dragon lineage..."

The old woman and Mrs. Hua seemed to have had deep grievances for a long time and were arguing endlessly.

The red-haired old man and the big man with the horned head on the side took two steps back in fear, and the two of them said together: "Qiu Xu, while they are arguing, hurry up and trick the little snake over, and he will become one of your horned dragons."

It would be better to have my own bloodline, or my Flame Dragon bloodline, than to be taken away by those two crazy female dragons."

When the middle-aged man heard this, he nodded quickly and was about to step forward and take Qing Luo away.

Then a figure flashed over and shouted coldly: "He is also the Great Luo Supreme after all. What does he look like now?"

This scolding immediately made the four great Luo Supremes wake up and stopped talking.

The person who came was an elegant man in blue clothes. After looking at Qing Ling, he raised his voice and said: "The Ninth Holy Son was summoned by the Qinglong Ancestor. Do you still want to fight?"

As soon as these words came out, the four people trembled. The white-haired old woman hurriedly laughed and said: "The Qingmo tribe is joking, how dare we compete with the ancestor of Qinglong."

The elegant man nodded, turned around and said, "Come with me."

Qing Ling was stunned for a moment, then followed the elegant man without knowing why, walked off the ring, flew straight to the east and landed on the top of Qinglong Sacred Mountain, where a majestic palace appeared in front of her.

When the elegant man arrived here, he said, "Are you really the God of Spring?"

Qing Ling laughed awkwardly and said: "If the inheritance of the divine personality and the memory of the younger generation's soul is correct, then I will be the God of Spring."

After hearing this, the elegant man's face became a little more solemn, and his tone became serious, and he said: "I am the elder of the Qinglong lineage, and I am the ancestor of the Qinglong lineage. My name is Jingmo.

This place is the Holy Mountain of Qinglong, and the ancestor's distraction has been stationed here all year round. Since you are the ancestor's assistant god, you are also a guest of my Qinglong lineage. If there was anything wrong just now, please don't blame me."

Qing Ling smiled flattered and said, "Senior, it's serious."

"You don't have to call me senior, just call me by my name." Jing Mo said: "Because the ancestor auxiliary god should not be a being who can only call senior when he sees a strong person."

Seeing the seriousness of his words, Qing Ling could only nod and reply: "Okay, senior. I..." He said it out of habit, and after realizing it, he laughed awkwardly.

Jingmo frowned, but without saying anything, she took him directly into the majestic temple and said respectfully: "First Ancestor, you, the God of Spring, have been brought here by Qing Ling."

"Well, let him come in." A clear voice came from the main hall, and at the same time, no one opened the closed double doors of the main hall.

Jingmo nodded in agreement and then retreated voluntarily.

Qing Ling was left alone to look at the palace door that slowly opened, and a tall figure wearing a green armor slowly turned around.
Chapter completed!