The green light armored soldier is equipped with a sword, and his heroic eyebrows are majestic. The iron-blooded evil spirit is hidden all over his body, and he is like a peerless sword that has been honed by thousands of battles.

Qing Ling was stunned. He originally thought that the ancestor of Qinglong was an old man, but he didn't expect to be so young. Among the souls, the Fuchun godhead suddenly trembled, reminding him that the person in front of him might be the god of spring.

"The green spirit pays homage to the Lord God."

The other party's sharp eyes looked at Qing Ling, who had his head lowered, and remained silent for a long time.

It wasn't until Qing Ling thought that the other party wouldn't let him get up that he heard a clear voice saying: "Get up."

"Thank you Lord God."

The other party was silent for a moment, took two steps forward, and then said: "If it weren't for the divine induction and the aura of the Spring God in you, I wouldn't believe that my auxiliary god would be a heaven-level person."

Qing Ling was slightly embarrassed and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"Forget it, no matter how weak I am, I am still my person after all. I am just a clone, I just have to execute it." The Qinglong clone shook his head, and seemed to mutter to himself: "No wonder I have such a plan. I don't have any heaven-level cultivation.

A glimmer of use.”

Qing Ling could only continue to pretend to be deaf. It was obvious that he had met his boss and was disliked by him. At this time, keeping silent was the best way.

Qinglong's clone walked out of the hall alone and said: "Follow me."

Qing Ling naturally followed up and reached the top of Qinglong Holy Mountain.

Amidst the howling mountain wind, Qinglong's avatar stood with his hands behind his back, looked down, and said: "Another round of holy sacrifices has begun!"

Upon hearing this, Qing Ling also looked down.

In front of the magnificent Crystal Palace, a nine-clawed golden dragon of pure gold appeared on the main hall. It seemed imaginary and real, and its endless pressure made all races kneel down and worship.

Head touches the ground.

However, at the front of each clan, stood the saints and saints representing each clan, kneeling and worshiping under the figure of the nine-clawed golden dragon. Even the Supreme Lords of each clan bent down to worship. Although they did not kneel, they could stand upright.

The straight spine is no longer straight.

"Do you know why the Holy Sacrifice is the biggest event among the three tribes?" Qinglong's clone did not look back, but still stared at the sacrifice at Ten Thousand Clans Square.

Qing Ling was thoughtful and said uncertainly: "Because of 'luck'?"

"That's right." Qinglong's clone nodded and said, "I'll let you see the real holy sacrifice!"

Qing Ling's heart trembled. Things related to the Holy Sacrifice were all top secret. It didn't seem very suitable for him, a non-Dragon Snake Clan, to look at it.

But before he could understand it, on the top of the Qinglong Holy Mountain, there was a change in the sky, and a ferocious and powerful Qinglong phantom rose from the Qinglong clone, rotating around the Qingling, and instantly entered his eyes.

The next moment, the heaven and earth that Qing Ling's eyes saw were all colorless, and all the green mountains and green waters of the heaven and earth were colorless.

Only, only Wanzu Square is colorful!

His pupils dilated instantly, staring closely at the scene below that shocked him so much.

Above the colorless Crystal Palace, a huge golden dragon is entrenched. The golden dragon is dazzling and has a shape of tens of thousands. It is a thing made of the intertwining luck of the endless dragon clan, the golden dragon of luck!

But behind the glorious scales of the golden dragon, there are many and very small black and gray tribulations, and blood-colored disasters are everywhere.

And below, the signs of the fate of all races and beasts appear individually.

There are the lucky whales of the seven royal families of the sea, the lucky turtles... and the strange luck of all races in different colors.

At this moment, as they knelt down, the endless power of luck flowed back into the body of the magnificent golden dragon of luck. The golden dragon of luck grew bigger again, and the blood-colored black spots on its back shrank, and the power of the golden dragon

More prosperous than ever.

And below, the luck lost on the saint sons of all races was not just their luck, but the luck of countless people from all races who knelt down and worshiped.

Seeing this, he hurriedly looked to the east. There was a colorless sea in the east, and across the endless sea in the distance, there were all kinds of luck in the clans with the Holy Son clan, and all the luck flowed back to the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea.

Golden dragon!

However, in the Eastern Wasteland, the Xishan Snake Clan has not lost its luck.

And looking to the south of the sky, there is also a giant phoenix spreading its wings in the sky. The signs of luck of all the birds in the world flow into each feather of the phoenix, making it even more vivid.

Looking further to the west, all the luck symbols of all the beasts on the land have returned to the pair of twin unicorn luck statues back to back on Qilin Cliff.

Qing Ling turned back to look at Granny Hua Geng and her group in Wanzu Square. They also had luck that had been lost and merged into the body of a golden dragon.

He looked in the direction of Xishan again, but there was still no vision.

Qing Ling's heart moved, and he seemed to understand. But when he turned around, he suddenly glanced and found that the newt luck god statue in the southwest of the East Wasteland had a mysterious ancient jade disc inlaid between its eyebrows.

A flash of shock suddenly flashed through his heart, but before he could take a closer look, the air of emptiness in his eyes dissipated, and the world once again became a colorful world in his eyes, and all the strange phenomena disappeared.

Qinglong clone asked: "Do you understand?"

"Understood."

"Then let's see."

Qing Ling nodded and replied: "Yes. Then this junior will not care about anything.

The Holy Sacrifice of the Dragon Tribe, and even the Holy Sacrifice of the Three Tribes, are just a pretense. The Holy Son Competition is just a means of confusion. The real purpose is to control all races to swallow up the fate of all races, strengthen oneself, keep the Dragon Race prosperous and suppress it at the same time.

Those dragons are full of calamity and death.

And electing the Holy Son from each clan and giving the Holy Son a lofty status is only the lead to gather the destiny of each clan. Without the Holy Son to gather the destiny of the clan, even the patriarch may not be able to represent all the destiny of the clan, and the Holy Son has a noble status.

It has no real power among all ethnic groups and can indeed be used as a symbol of the luck of each ethnic group.

As for those small tribes that do not even have Taiyi Daxiu, their luck is too weak and patchy, and even if the dragon tribe swallows them, it will have no effect.

All three tribes practice this method tacitly, and in fact they use their luck to rule the world. Although all tribes know that the three tribes cannot always coexist peacefully, but the existence of the three tribes has gathered the fate of the entire prehistoric world, so why not

What is the means to join forces to check and balance the supreme powers and even higher beings of all parties?”

Surprise flashed in Qinglong's clone's eyes, and he said: "What I said before is indeed good, but what I said next is definitely not what ordinary people can see.

Just now you have seen the world of destiny, even ordinary powers cannot see it all so directly. The fact that you can see through so much is a result of fate and great wisdom. No wonder I will arrange this for you."

Qing Ling asked in confusion: "What's the matter?"

"Of course it's a good thing!" Qinglong's clone chuckled, but there was an unnoticeable silence in the clear laughter.
Chapter completed!