Chapter 29 Dragon Blood Ethnicity

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In the silent forest, as Jing Chen entered the state of cultivation, everything returned to silence. Rios looked around again, raised his right hand and clicked a few times in the air. He glanced around again. A white light flashed and returned to the ring again.

The twilight gradually came, and the beast roar in the distance came from time to time, but it was just a sound. At least in this area where Jingchen was, there was no shadow of warcraft, which made people wonder whether the beast roar in the distance was really the sound of the warcraft.

The wind gently brushed the towering ancient trees and brought waves. Jing Chen sat alone on the branches. At this moment, he only felt that a drop of natural energy slowly flowed into his body. The energy seemed to be **, and he could feel it flowing in his body. A trace of warmth came from his eyebrows, warming his body. And guide those energies to be scattered in the body.

Suddenly, he only felt a dizziness in his brain. The feeling of dizziness did not last long. A soft light made him slowly open his eyes.

"Is this...?" Everything in front of him stunned him.

The vast starry sky, above the sky, is full of endless star seas.

Looking at everything in front of him, Jingchen suddenly had a familiar feeling at that moment. In his memory, he had never been here, but there was a trace of inexplicable familiarity in his heart.

"Are you here?" A kind voice sounded behind Jing Chen.

"Who?" Jing Chen turned around and saw an old man with white hair. The old man was of medium height. Although he was not young, his eyes were full of light, and he could not see a trace of old age.

"Are you?" Seeing that the other party turned out to be an elder, Jing Chen arched his hand and asked politely.

"Me? For too long, I can't remember who I am. The old man seemed to laugh at himself and said slowly.

"Oh..." Hearing the old man's answer, Jing Chen couldn't continue to ask.

The old man smiled and said, "Welcome here again. It seems that you have broken through again?" Jing Chen was slightly stunned by the old man's words. He didn't expect that the old man had seen him, and listening to what he said, it was not the first time he came here. No wonder he had a familiar feeling.

"Have I been here before?" Jing Chen wondered that although there was a familiar feeling in his heart, he couldn't remember when he had been here.

"Of course, every dragon-blooded ethnic group will come here at least once in his life, and you are the second time." The old man said as a matter of course.

"Dragon-blooded ethnicity?" Jing Chen's impression is that his parents didn't tell him about it at all.

"Didn't your parents tell you about the dragon-blooded ethnicity?" Seeing Jing Chen's blank appearance, the old man asked doubtfully.

"No." Jing Chen shook his head.

"How come?" The old man looked at Jing Chen in surprise, and then frowned slightly and muttered, "No wonder there have been fewer and fewer people in the clan over the years. It turns out that our dragon blood race has fallen." With that, the old man's face showed a strong sadness.

"You said I'm a dragon-blooded ethnic group, are you too?" Seeing the old man's sad appearance, Jing Chen couldn't bear it.

"Me? Of course." The old man was stunned, raised his head slightly and said proudly. He took a deep look at Jing Chen. The old man continued, "Since your parents haven't told you, let me tell you." With that, the old man looked at the distant sky and seemed to recall something. Jing Chen stood there quietly and listened to the old man's story.

"At the beginning of the formation of the continent and the beginning of heaven and earth, seven creatures appeared on the continent. They were the tree of the world, Rahir, and Kesu and other ancient six gods condensed from bad luck. At that time, there were no other creatures. There were only seven of them in this continent. Later, with the passage of time, they gradually appeared on the continent. His race, the ancient six gods, with their strong strength, above other races as rulers, and they brutally wiped out all the voices of opposition. The old man said slowly with deep eyes.

Jing Chen nodded. He was not surprised to hear what Lahir had said about this history.

"Later, I don't know how many years later, another god came to this continent, in the name of creation, that is, the creation god. At the beginning, the creation god was weak and could only be a couple. For the ancient six gods who occupied the whole continent, he did not care. The creator god created a dragon with his own creative power. And the Dragon King has also become the first main god born in the hands of the Creator, and he is the main god who is not inferior to the ancient god. The old man told the history as if telling a story. His mood did not fluctuate at all, and he no longer looked at Jingchen.

"Would the ancient gods allow such a powerful creation god to continue to be strong?" Jing Chen was full of surprise that the Creator could create the main god who was not as powerful as the ancient god. Although he had not experienced that period of history, after contacting Lahir, he also somewhat understood that the ancient seven gods were not good things.

"No, of course not. How can those ancient gods tolerate an outsider to challenge their majesty?" The old man's face showed a sarcastic smile for the first time.

"Uh..." Feeling the old man's mood swings, Jing Chen was a little surprised, but he didn't say anything more. He only listened to the old man continue to say.

"Those ancient gods have rarely reached an alliance. Although the interior is still unstable, it has to be said that this also brought a lot of trouble to the creation world. At that time, the creation gods were still shallow and not enough to fight with all the ancient gods. Therefore, he found the tree of the world, Rasil." The old man's eyes once again returned to the state of no waves in the ancient well. He looked at the sky calmly. The slightly twinkling stars, like eternal rules, changed the mysterious trajectory.

Jing Chen looked at the sky doubtfully. Before long, he suddenly had a dazzling feeling, as if his mind was filled with something. He almost fell down. Fortunately, the old man's eyes were quick and hands, and his robe sleeves dragged Jing Chen.

"I am..." Jing Chen stood up doubtfully and looked at the old man.

"The stars in the sky are condensed by the efforts of the strong people of our dragon-blooded ethnic group, so that the powerful descendants in the clan have a chance to get a glimpse of the power of the law, but it's too early for you now." The old man glanced at Jing Chen and said faintly.

"Oh." Jing Chen nodded and answered. Despite this, he was surprised. He didn't expect his ancestors to be so arrogant. The magic space was too joke compared with it.

"Rashil agreed to the proposal of the Creator and was willing to deal with the ancient gods. Shortly after Rahil agreed, the war broke out. It was a protracted war. Tens of millions of soldiers of all races were involved, and their bodies were everywhere overnight. The scene is not uncommon. Although the strength of the ancient six gods is much stronger than that of the Creator God, after all, it is born of bad luck and suspicious of each other. Finally..." The old man stopped talking.

After a long time, the old man said faintly, "At the time of the final battle, the Dragon King fell, and the book of the Dragon King's artifact prophecy came to a village that was originally closed with the power of its blood, and we were all descendants of the villagers at that time." After saying that, he looked at Jing Chen with a complicated expression. Originally, a closed small mountain village appeared on the stage of history because of the blood power of the Dragon King. Such a story was far beyond Jing Chen's cognition. He really didn't expect that the origin of his family was so deep.

"Ha ha." The old man smiled and said calmly, "You don't have to be surprised. Although our dragon-blooded ethnic group has been brilliant, that kind of glory has long been far away. Now even the people in the clan don't know his background. I remember that when the little guy entered this dragon-blooded secret world for the second time, he was much stronger than you." The old man had a sarcastic smile on his face, as if laughing at the decline of the family, or...

"That year?" Jing Chen looked at the old man doubtfully and thought to himself that if anyone had entered the secret world of this clan, he would be his father except himself, but he had not heard his father mention it. It seemed that he had a chance to ask his father.

"Well, it must have been hundreds of years ago. I haven't seen that little guy since that time." The old man shook his head helplessly.

"Hundreds of years ago?" Hearing the old man's words, Jing Chen felt that his mind was completely confused. If he told him that Jingtian had lived for hundreds of years, not to mention him, even Yuelu would not believe it, but if not, then he was not the biological birth of Jingtian and Yuelu, which he could not accept.

"Well, although the speed of time in this secret environment is different from that outside, I still remember the time." The old man nodded.

Jing Chen shook his head, didn't think much about it, and asked the old man, "Why did our dragon blood race come here?"

The old man glanced at Jing Chen and said, "There are actually two purposes when I come here. The most important thing is that I can understand the power of the law and become a god, but there is no doubt that this is too far away. When ordinary people come here for the first time, they will leave a trace of divine thoughts here. The thoughts will be made into a replica by me, when I enter again. If you enter, you can integrate your own replicas and open the dragon blood constitution. With that, the old man pointed to a low-lying place not far away.

Jing Chen followed the old man to the low-lying place. A blood-red color came into his eyes. A huge blood pool appeared in front of Jing Chen. Jing Chen was stunned. The old man waved his right hand and a light shot into the blood pool. The blood pool surged up in an instant, and a figure slowly rose from the blood pool. Jing Chen looked carefully. The man actually Just like myself.