Chapter 6124
Tianlong Valley is hidden in the depths of the vast mountains thousands of miles north of Yunxian City.
This place was shrouded in many prohibitions laid down by the ancestors of the dragon clan in ancient times, and the clouds and mist surged all year round, and the spiritual mist was like a veil, firmly covering the entire valley.
Even if the Yukong passed by tens of millions of times, ordinary monks would only regard this place as a barren mountain and wilderness with thin spiritual energy and rampant monsters, and they would not be able to detect it at all.
Chen Ping followed Long Hao and the other dragon clan powerhouses, step by step through the layers of obscure ancient prohibitions.
Every time he passed through a layer of prohibition, the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth became a little richer, and the ancient coercion that permeated the air became a little thicker.
It wasn’t until the last layer of light golden light curtain dissipated in front of him that he truly stepped into this dragon holy land that only existed in legends.
The scene that suddenly unfolded in front of him, Rao Shichen Ping’s state of mind had long exceeded that of ordinary people, and he couldn’t help but be slightly startled, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
The mountains are surrounded like an arm, holding a vast valley in the middle firmly in the center.
Above the valley, there were not ordinary blue sky and white clouds, but auspicious clouds condensed from pure to extreme golden dragon energy, slowly flowing and churning, like living creatures.
The coercion emanating from the dragon qi was as vast as the sea, as ancient as the ancients, just standing below and looking up, it made people’s hearts tremble, and they couldn’t help but bow and worship.
On the ground, pavilions and pavilions are lined up, continuing into pieces.
The architectural style is completely different from the gorgeous palace of human monks, without too many exquisite carved beams and paintings, but everywhere exudes the unique majesty, roughness and atmosphere of the dragon race.
The temple is mostly built of thousand-year-old wood and ten-thousand-year-old spiritual jade, and the pillars are engraved with dragon patterns of different shapes, each of which contains the avenue of heaven and earth, and the sound of dragon roars echoes faintly.
In the distance, the mountains are undulating, the spiritual spring is gurgling, the exotic flowers and plants are everywhere, the air is filled with refreshing ambergris, and every inch of land contains the extremely pure power of dragon veins.
Further away in the sky, there were several dragons with a body of thousands of feet stretched out, circling and flying among the mountains.
The dragon scales refracted brilliant light in the sunlight, the giant claws tore through the clouds, and the long tail swept over the mountain peaks, and a distant and desolate dragon roar came from the clouds, shaking the void and trembling slightly, highlighting the supreme majesty of the ancient divine beasts.
“Your Majesty, please come with me, the patriarch has been waiting for a long time.”
Long Hao bowed, his tone was respectful to the extreme, and he slowly led the way in front of him, not daring to cross the way.
Chen Ping nodded slightly, suppressed the shock in his heart, and followed Long Hao towards the depths of the valley.
Along the way, the dragon clansmen they met along the way stopped and watched.
There are young dragons with tall bodies and human forms, dragon women with gentle temperament and beautiful appearances, and some young dragons that have not yet fully transformed and only show half of the dragon’s tail or horns.
Their eyes fell on Chen Ping in unison, their eyes full of curiosity, heartfelt awe, and a hint of unspeakable complex emotions, expectation, excitement, and a hint of emotion that the silence of ten thousand years finally ushered in the dawn.
Dragon Emperor bloodline.
These four words, for the entire dragon clan who has lived in seclusion and endured for ten thousand years, the meaning of carrying is too heavy and too important.
It is a symbol of the supremacy of the dragon race, the only proof of commanding all orthodox dragons, and the only hope to fight against traitors and revive the glory of the dragon race.
For ten thousand years, the dragon clan of the fourteenth heaven has been torn apart and hidden, because the dragon emperor has fallen, the bloodline has been interrupted, and the dragons have no leader.
And now, the appearance of the pure golden dragon bloodline is tantamount to casting a thunderbolt in the deep pool of dead silence, rekindling hope for all the dragons who stick to their hearts.
Chen Ping walked all the way, feeling the eyes from all directions, and his heart was not half arrogant, but a little more solemn.
He knew very well that this golden dragon bloodline brought him not only strength and respect, but also countless troubles and crises.
Passing through one magnificent palace after another, crossing several white jade bridges engraved with dragon patterns, Long Hao finally stopped in front of a large hall standing in the center of the valley, majestic to the extreme.
The entire hall is made of dark blue dragon jade, up to a height of a thousand feet, and the top of the hall is entrenched with nine lifelike five-clawed golden dragons, as if they will soar into the sky at any time and soar for nine days.
Above the door of the temple, there is a huge plaque several feet wide, and on the plaque, two simple and heavy and imposing dragon halls are engraved with ancient dragon text.
The handwriting contained endless dragon power, and just a glance made people shocked and did not dare to look directly at it.