The Grand Void – Becoming a Dragon

Ziyan Temple, the main hall of the main peak.

The head of the sect is not the master of Ziyan Temple.

The person sitting on top of it now is none other than Zhuang Ming.

In a few words, Zhuang Ming also asked many things.

There were originally six drops of true dragon essence blood, but now one drop is left, and the Ziyan Temple is going to pass it on as a legacy.

For the remaining five drops, five great practitioners, including Guanzhu Ziyan, started to refine them.

Three of them died, and currently only two of them have succeeded in alchemy, including the master Ziyan.

As for the former head teacher, that is to say, Ziyan Guanzhu's mentor, he did not refine the blood essence of the dragon clan.

This made Zhuang Ming a little surprised, but also a little sighed.

As a sect leader, after all, it is still a sect leader.

For many things, Ziyan Guanzhu is measured by the two words of benefit, not by the kindness of master and apprentice.

This Ziyan temple master has experienced the smelting of the blood essence of the dragon clan, and is well aware of the dangers involved. However, the previous head teacher is really too old, and the hope of being able to survive the smelting of the blood essence of the dragon clan is nonexistent.

The blood essence of the dragon clan is too precious, and it is too extravagant for Zi Yanguan to put such a huge opportunity on the former head teacher and look forward to a slim hope.

"That senior, is he still there?" Zhuang Ming paused, then asked again.

"Teacher has fallen two months ago." Master Ziyan sighed lightly, with a sad expression on his face.

"What a pity."

Zhuang Ming sighed.

Peak Zhenxuan, no matter where it is, is the strongest cultivation base, and in this world, it is even more impressive to be able to cultivate Peak Zhenxuan.

Right now, Ziyan Temple has already been subdued by him, and now Ziyan Temple loses another peak zhenxuan, which is equivalent to losing a peak zhenxuan under his command.

In addition, his regret is that Dao Jindan of Zhenxuan Nine Seals.

But having said that, since he intends to subdue Ziyan Temple, he must pay attention to many aspects. Even if he did not retreat two months ago, he could only quietly watch the fall of his former head teacher, and it is not easy to take this one again. A golden pill of the Great Dao.

Even if he knew that the other party was exhausted, it would be a waste if he didn't take this golden elixir of the great way, which would not benefit Ziyan Temple at all, but if he took the golden elixir of the great way, it would probably chill people's hearts.

Despite the loyalty brought by blood.

But the cohesion of people's hearts is still important.

Zhuang Ming is a businessman. In the past, profit was the most important thing, and everything was based on money and profit. But he is more aware that the will of the people is invisible, intangible, and crucial. It is often related to greater interests.

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"Besides you, where is the other fellow Taoist who successfully refined blood essence?"

"I'll send him over here."

The Master Ziyan gave a salute, and sent a message immediately.

Not long after, a ray of light fell outside the main hall of the main peak and shouted loudly: "Greetings to the Dragon Lord! Greetings to the Lord of the Temple!"

Zhuang Ming turned his head to look at it, and said with a smile, "It seems that you also know my identity, but if I don't open my mouth, you dare not reveal it."

Master Ziyan lowered his head slightly, said he didn't dare, then turned his eyes sideways, and said to the outside: "Come in."

After refining the blood essence of the real dragon, he could sense that Zhuang Ming was the real dragon!

This is the perception of the real dragon by the blood of the dragon clan, which comes from instinct and is difficult to conceal.

After he refined the blood essence of the real dragon, he saw Zhuang Ming just now, and he understood everything.

It's just that, as Zhuang Ming said, before Lord Long said anything, he didn't dare to make his own claims.

Seeing outside the main hall of the main peak, a middle-aged Taoist came in a hurry, saw Zhuang Ming sitting high, and immediately bowed down.

"Meet Dragon Lord."

The first person he worshiped was not the Lord of the Purple Mist Temple, but the young man in white in front of him, or should I say... the real dragon.

After seeing Zhuang Ming, this great practitioner who had refined the blood essence of the dragon clan could feel the existence of a real dragon based on the instinct of his blood.

From a certain point of view, the creatures who refine the blood of the dragon clan in the world are also equivalent to the dragon guards who have bathed in the Dragon Blood Holy Pool in the Dragon Guard tribe!

They are just like a dragon meeting a real dragon, and even more like a son meeting his father.

Facing the source of one's own blood, it is inevitable to have awe from the heart and surrender from instinct.

Such instincts have been deeply imprinted in their blood.

Even a person as strong as Guanzhu Ziyan felt such an irresistible surrender when he met Zhuang Ming earlier.

At that time, his mood was ups and downs, and he was extremely shocked. It seemed that there was a storm in his heart, and it was because he understood what happened.

However, he felt that he didn't feel conflicted about this matter, but wanted to get closer to the Dragon Lord in front of him.

"Get up."

Zhuang Ming raised his hand, smiled slightly, turned his head to look at Master Ziyan, and said, "What do you want to say?"

Master Ziyan smiled wryly, and said: "Even back then, my biological father and mentor never made me so awed and dared not disobey. In fact, a year ago, I didn't know why my husband was so arrogant. You He clearly has the power to easily kill me, or even destroy Ziyan Temple, but he has traded with me on an equal footing many times. Now he finally understands that Mr. is the Dragon Lord, and the dragon essence and blood can make us and other living beings have the rare dragon blood. The bloodline has also become a branch of the dragon clan, and will naturally submit to you..."

He laughed at himself and said: "Since then, you have regarded me as your subordinate, and even as your descendant, so naturally you will not be stingy with various rewards."

Hearing this, Zhuang Ming chuckled lightly and said, "Isn't that bad?"

Master Ziyan fell silent.

At this moment, he still has the most basic calmness and reason.

Fundamentally speaking, from now on, he is under the control of others, and will always worship at the knees of this person, and dare not have the slightest thought of disobedience.

The majestic Ziyan Temple Lord has become the opponent's vassal, no matter how powerful he is in the future, he only exists for the Dragon Lord in front of him.

Logically speaking, such a chance is fundamentally not a good thing.

But the instinct derived from his bloodline made him unable to have the slightest thought of refuting.

The thought of loyalty and reverence made him feel that it was the honor of a lifetime.

Immediately seeing the Master Ziyan, he took a deep breath, bowed and said: "I am willing to die for the Dragon Lord!"

And the middle-aged Taoist also bowed down and said: "I am willing to die for Lord Dragon!"

Zhuang Ming sat firmly in the high position, looked down, and said, "I only think about you conquering the world for me, not about you going to die."

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Thirty thousand miles north of Ziyan Temple, in a dark cave.

"Sect Master." An old man came to report in a hurry.

"What disturbs this seat's retreat?" A cold voice came from the cave.

"A letter from the south, the old guy from Ziyan Temple may have fallen." The old man gasped.

"Maybe?" The voice seemed a little displeased.

"It should be credible, but Ziyan Temple is airtight. Even if the old guy really dies, he will probably block the news." The old man said hastily.

"Check it out." The voice in the cave said in a low voice: "Ziyan Temple is known as the inheritance of the heavens, and is known as the ancestral home of Taoism. The guy died at the end of his life, and no one in the contemporary Ziyan temple has been able to cultivate to the peak of the true mystery, and the current temple master is only the eight seals of the true mystery. Since this junior practitioner is not good enough, then he should also let the heavenly inheritance of the Ziyan temple be changed. Been a family."

"But..." the old man hesitated.

"But what?" the voice snorted.

"Maybe it's not our family who got wind of it." The old man said hurriedly.

"Once the old guy dies, do you think that those who have always respected Ziyan Temple and regarded it as another branch of the Taoist ancestral family, the famous schools and decent schools, have no idea of ​​​​replacing it?" The voice was mocking, and said with a sneer: "If the guess is right this time, it is very likely that all parties will besiege Ziyan Temple, and the world will be in chaos..."

"The chaos in the world is not necessarily a bad thing for us." The old man said.