Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System Chapter 525

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I? Son of Heaven?

Zhao Hao had naturally heard of this concept, but he didn't quite believe it, and asked, "Why do you see it?"

The golden dragon looked into the distance, "You look ahead, what do you see?"

Zhao Hao squinted his eyes and looked at it. He saw that in the mountains, there were blue-black rays of light rising, and visions appeared.

"Xuanwu clan?" He wasn't sure, but it felt like this.

He asked, "Has something happened to the Xuanwu clan?"

He guessed which eldest elder was breaking through the barrier, causing the vision of heaven and earth.

"No."

The golden dragon said, "Nothing happened to them, it's your problem."

my question?

Zhao Hao became more and more puzzled, I, Zhao Hao, are very normal, what could be wrong.

He woke up startled.

He suddenly turned his head and looked in all directions.

Not only the Xuanwu clan.

He saw farther in the sky, and some bright spots appeared, like a entrenched giant city, shining with various colors.

Available in gold, black...

He knew where it was.

"You mean, only I can see these things?" Zhao Hao was shocked, this was a sight he had never seen before.

He remembered a word: breathwork.

In legends, there were some special people who could see through the fog barrier, see through the secrets, and see the cultivation realm and even the blood of others at a glance.

They are born with their own luck, and if they can survive, they will be shocking people.

Is this the Son of Heaven?

Is this why it lurks around me?

Then, he remembered the inexplicable fairy energy that appeared on his body recently, and the strength that shocked An Hua of the Divine Phoenix Clan. So all these are signs of the physical awakening of the Son of Heaven?

"You've seen something you shouldn't have seen, or you'll have bad luck," the golden dragon whispered.

Zhao Hao was displeased, "I have more bad luck."

"But I have seen your future. Maybe your name is bigger and you can hold it." The golden dragon continued.

Zhao Hao was stunned, this was the second time someone said he had a good name.

The last time it was said that, it should have been said when the name was named.

"So, what does this mean?" Zhao Hao asked. He knew that the things he could see were definitely not simple.

"It's the way of heaven."

The golden dragon said:

"There are two forces in this world.

One is called righteousness, the other is called evil, or it is called yin and yang.

When the right path is at the top, the clear air rises and the turbid air sinks;

Evil Dao reigns supreme, and the world is turbulent, and demons are rampant. "

As soon as Zhao Hao heard it, he felt that it was not easy, and quickly took out the straw paper and began to write.

This is likely to be the long-lost Dragon Clan's ultimate exercise.

"The righteous and the evil have been fighting for countless years since ancient times, and each has his own way.

The day when Taoism is closed is the end of the struggle. "

"How about after the end?" Zhao Hao asked.

The golden dragon was silent, "The Tao is closed, the heaven is complete, and there will be no yin and yang."

Zhao Hao was shocked.

This means... if the evil cultivator completes the "Dao closing", the righteous path will be completely destroyed, and there will be no chance to struggle and breathe?

Will the world be in darkness and despair forever?

"How can we save it?" Zhao Hao asked.

He only knew that the world was getting worse, but unexpectedly, it was so dilapidated that it was in danger.

He suddenly felt a lot heavier on his shoulders.

"What you see is the fragment of the righteous path, which we call the dragon energy.

They were scattered by the evil way, scattered all over the continent, unable to condense, and our dream is to reunite them.

This is also the pursuit of countless practitioners over the years.

If the dragon qi is closed and a dragon vein is formed, some demons will be dispelled, the right path will be closed, and the bright world will reappear. "

Zhao Hao was heartbroken.

So, is this the way to save the world?

"How can I collect them?" Zhao Hao asked, he knew that the mission that even the ancient golden dragon clan had not completed must be extremely difficult.

But I have seen it all, is it still far from success?

"How do I know, are you waiting for me to give alms?"

The golden giant dragon said: "My golden dragon family never expects others to give power. Even if we want, we will take it ourselves."

exactly!

Zhao Hao was moved in his heart. The golden dragon family was too fond of him. Self-reliance has always been his philosophy of life.

These words pierced the center of the voice everywhere, and it felt like he said it himself.

He regretted that if it had been an era earlier, he would have been close friends with the Golden Dragon Clan.

Unfortunately, I was born in the wrong era.

With sadness in his heart, he whispered, "There will be a way, and there will be in the future."

The golden dragon smiled, its tentacles shaking.

"I have to go now."

"My obsession to find you is also counted as a fate.

I have nothing to give you, awaken your potential, everything else... depends on your creation.

Young people, please take care of yourself. "

After all, the shadow of the giant dragon slowly disappeared.

Zhao Hao looked solemn, and sighed, "Senior, let's go!"

Send the seniors away.

After being instructed by his seniors, his whole person was refreshed, and he was no longer in a state of decline.

Can the world be saved as long as the "Dragon Qi" is collected?

"Father, Master, I will prove myself!"

Zhao Hao's eyes are firm and he plans for the future.

He is going to collect these dragon energy and become the ultimate evolutionary.

Don't ask why, because the mountain is there.

Suddenly, he felt that there seemed to be a surging airflow in his body, rhythmically, full of life breath.

He was stunned, sat down with his knees crossed, and looked at himself.

After a while, he opened his eyes, and a jet of dark green air appeared in the palm of his hand, surrounding him like a dragon.

This air is very friendly and docile to him.

"Daomen Qi?"

He recognized it and smiled.

"It turns out that the senior didn't leave me a gift."

Then, he got up, looked at the blue-black clouds in the distance, and came up with a bold idea.

This cloud of smoke does not seem far away, and it is in the foothills. If it is a dragon, why is it in this barren mountain?

Yes, the Xuanwu clan is like this.

Reasonable.

But, isn't this my Zhao Hao's chance?

Li Yuangeng didn't understand why he saw that silly boy in "Foreknowledge".

Will he still be taken care of by Heaven?

"What I see is that the long river of time is completely cut off. What kind of power can cut off the long river of time?"

Li Yuangeng was at a loss and looked at the white fox next to him.

He really couldn't think of it. He really hoped that the ancestors would be alive, tell them about this, and scare them to death.

The world was going farther and farther in an outrageous direction, and he felt like he was carrying a weight he shouldn't be carrying at his age.

"I don't know, it's not me." Bai Bing said.

But he basically guessed it.

It's not him, it's "she".

It is difficult for others to understand, but for him the truth is simple: there is no person higher than him in this world, because he can't see it.

He was fighting against the sky, the venue was too small to allow any hiding.

He had even guessed more.

"Huh?" Li Yuangeng touched his pocket, his face slightly confused.

"how?"

"Something happened, and my spirit card was broken."

Li Yuangeng touched it in his arms, spread out his hand, and there was a pile of debris in the palm of his hand.

Bai Bing is speechless, look at how dull this child is, do you know what you are talking about?

According to the custom, the spiritual card is related to life. When a person dies, the spiritual card will be broken, and the clansmen will receive the news through this, which is convenient for the funeral.

"Am I dead?" Li Yuangeng asked.

Bai Bing showed an idiot look.

"That's not right."

Li Yuangeng suspected that he was dreaming, but soon there were fluctuations in the communication tool, and he went out to answer.

After a long time, he came back with a solemn expression.

"Something happened."

"All the life cards of my Xuanwu clan have all shattered."

"Some elders said that the reason was that the ancestral altar buried deep in the mountains was stolen."

Chapter end

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