Chen Lang felt strange and didn't understand why Zhao Tai was telling him this. He quietly waited for Zhao Tai to continue talking.

A trace of panic flashed in Zhao Tai's eyes.

‘‘I don’t have much time left. I don’t want to see the Zhao family die in my generation. I hope I can use your power to accompany me to a place.’’

Chen Lang said seriously: "Master, the reason why I will come back to this place is because it has raised me here for twelve years and carries too many memories for me. I can't bear to leave like this. However, this does not mean that

I will help the Zhao family without principle. I, and those outside who are working for you, still don’t understand what happened. And, who are you?”

Zhao Tai did not answer him, but asked: "Has your current cultivation level reached the golden elixir stage?"

Chen Lang himself doesn't know if he is at the Golden Core Stage now. He practices the "Chaos Soul Transformation Technique". Even though he has reached the One Yuan Realm now, his strength is only higher than that of ordinary Golden Pill cultivators. He just doesn't know.

Is there any difference.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Suddenly, without any warning, Zhao Tai punched out, and a golden dragon shadow swam in the wind of the fist, roaring towards Chen Lang.

Almost subconsciously, Chen Lang drifted backwards strangely like a fallen leaf blown by the wind of fists.

The fist wind was close to Chen Lang, as if it would land on his chest in the next moment.

But Chen Lang's eyes were unwavering, as if he was an outsider watching something that had nothing to do with him, which actually seemed a little strange.

Chen Lang's smooth right palm exuded a layer of ruddy light, and his fingers were like a Buddha holding a flower, without any fireworks, as he gently pushed it out.

A dark-yellow circular light curtain appeared in front of Chen Lang, with two swimming fish faintly chasing each other on the surface, but they could never catch up with each other.

In the center of the light is a small whirlpool, as if just one glance can forcefully pull the soul out and throw it into it, where it will never be reincarnated.

The light curtain collided with the golden dragon's shadow.

''Roar--''

The golden dragon let out an angry roar, but the light curtain only shook slightly and then returned to normal.

The golden dragon kept wagging its tail, desperately trying to break away from Chen Lang's restraint.

But how could Chen Lang let him go? His right hand turned into a claw shape, and his five fingers lightly closed in the air.

Five wrinkles appeared on the surface of the light curtain, and it moved closer to the golden dragon, wrapping it up and turning it into a small ball of light, suspended in the palm of the hand.

The ball of light gradually shrank and was finally annihilated in the void.

Chen Lang couldn't help but admired: "What a pure dragon's breath. Just the dragon's breath alone is like this. Isn't the ancient dragon so powerful and terrifying..."

Zhao Tai's face turned pale, his eyes widened, and he sat down on the bed slumped.

''I didn't expect you to actually reach the golden elixir stage...''

Chen Lang smiled and said, "Master, you have tried it, now you can say it."

He continued: "Six hundred years ago, there was a man. He was originally the eldest prince of the Silver Moon Dynasty. Not long after he was about to ascend the throne, he was subject to a dynastic coup. He was betrayed by his most trusted biological brother. Not only was the wolf

The divine bloodline was abolished, and his cultivation was abolished to the golden elixir stage. But he did not give up, and took advantage of others' unpreparedness to steal the sealed items in the temple. He took a slave through the vast forest where monsters were rampant,

Come to the Star Luo Empire, hide your name, and change your surname to Zhao.''

''This man belongs to the Zhao family...''

Zhao Tai smiled slightly and nodded.

''As for the ancestor of the Song family, he was the slave back then. Perhaps, his descendants want the things that were taken out of the temple back then.'' He said calmly.

Chen Lang's heart was filled with turmoil. He never dreamed that the Zhao family had this secret.

Zhao Tai smiled miserably.

''He originally wanted to use the remnant soul of the Heavenly Dragon to transform the bloodline, but he failed to understand it successfully. He issued an order that only the head of the Zhao family should know about this matter. Each clan leader will inherit the dragon soul from the previous clan leader.'

'

''Because he had suffered such an experience, before he died, he used all his strength to seal all the things he got from the temple at the bottom of the Blue Sky Lake. Only the head of the Zhao family could reach the golden elixir stage.

Unlock the seal and take out the contents.''

Chen Lang looked at Zhao Tai and said seriously: "Isn't it true that only the head of the Zhao family can know about this?"

‘‘Even the family is almost gone, how can we get a patriarch? Besides, who said that the head of the Zhao family must be named Zhao?’’

Chen Lang couldn't help but admire Zhao Tai's broad-mindedness. He was truly a hero, capable of taking things and letting them go.

A blood-red mark appeared on Zhao Tai's forehead. His skinny fingers lightly scratched it, and a blood streak immediately appeared.

A painful expression appeared on his face, and large blood-red sweat beads rolled down his face.

Suddenly, a small golden dragon emerged from the blood stains, waving its head and tail with extraordinary agility.

Jinlong's eyes were dull and he flew towards Chen Lang in confusion.

Chen Lang stretched out a finger, and the black and yellow natal soul power circulated, and lightly pressed it on Xiaolong's forehead.

The little dragon roared, but the sound gradually weakened and finally dissipated into the void.

In the dantian, a small golden dragon appeared in the black and yellow spirit millstone, dividing the two vague swimming fish into two.

Powerful soul power spurted out from the millstone, as if an ancient dragon was breathing, sending out streams of dragon breath.

Vaguely, Chen Lang felt that he had touched the bottleneck of the Liangyi Realm.

He forced himself to suppress the urge to advance. Now is not the best time to advance. At the very least, his understanding of "yin" and "yang" is not deep.

Although the strength has reached a higher level, the mind has not reached that state. Strengthening one's self-advancement will only gain temporary benefits, and the greater the resistance you will encounter in future cultivation.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Mr. Huang smiled appreciatively and said, "Sometimes, although he only relies on intuition to do things, he is often the most correct choice. Good, good, good!"

Chen Lang didn't notice that Zhao Taizheng looked at him with a surprised look on his face. What exactly was this young man hiding? With Zhao Tai's experience, he couldn't clearly see Chen Lang now.

''what do you want me to do?''

Zhao Taiping calmed down, a sharp look flashed in his eyes, and said: "Accompany me to the Blue Sky Lake."

''good!''

….

At the same time, in the Star Luo Empire, in an ancient house, a middle-aged man who was more than eight feet tall stood with his hands behind his back. It was Song Jie, the head of the Song family who was very mysterious in the eyes of outsiders.

At this moment, he was facing the wall and looking at a figure painting on the wall.

The painting shows a young man subduing a bloody tiger. The young man looks very ordinary and seems kind. But if you look closely, you can find that there is an unruly temperament hidden deep in the young man's pupils. He is a human being.

The best among them.

Inside the house, the door was closed, and only a few rays of sunlight came in through the cracks in the window, shining behind Song Jie and stretching his shadow, making his face look a little gloomy.

His face was expressionless and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Behind Song Jie stood three young men, one of whom was Song Yu. At this time, he was not at all as arrogant and arrogant as he was at Zhao's house that day. Instead, he lowered his head slightly and did not dare to look directly at the middle-aged man.

's back.

The other two people, one with elegant temperament and graceful demeanor, wearing a long sword on his waist, is Song Qing, the eldest son of Song Jie.

Song Qing is the person who truly holds real power in the Song family. There is a self-confidence in her eyes that she has held the power of life and death for a long time.

The other one is very rough, taller than a middle-aged man, at least two meters tall, with an upper body like an upside-down triangle, a muscular back, sharp chin, deep-set eye sockets, eyes that are hidden, and a slightly curved nose, like

With an eagle nose and a dark, simple long stick slung across his back, he is none other than Song Jie's second son, the "Butcher" Song Hu, who has learned the true martial arts of Song Jie.

At this time, a man who looked like a guard came outside the door and knocked on the door three times.

Middle-aged people's earlobes move slightly.

Song Qing said coldly: ‘‘Come in.’’

The man gently opened the door, knelt down respectfully, and said carefully: "Reporting to the head of the family, Zhao Tai has left the Zhao Mansion and is going to Blue Sky Lake with Zhao Tiandou, Zhao Wan'er, and a young man named Chen Lang."

direction.''

Song Yu frowned slightly, "Chen Lang? How could a servant be with Zhao Tai?"

The man said: ‘‘This subordinate did not detect it.’’

Song Jie suddenly said: ‘‘Go and ask Master Golden Sword, and tell him that the time has come.’’

The man didn't dare to take a breath and showed some hesitation.

''What's wrong?'' Song Jie's voice was neither happy nor angry.

The guard was frightened, broke out in a cold sweat behind his back, and hurriedly explained: "The two women who were sent to the Master's room last night have not come out yet... The maid who went to invite the Master has been

Killed outside the door.''

‘‘Humph! Old man!’’ Song Jie’s eyes flashed with a trace of evil spirit, ‘‘I thought I was really a loser. I was just a small early stage golden elixir, but I dared to be so arrogant in front of me.’’

After that, Song Jie strode out of the room, followed closely by the three brothers of the Song family.

After a while, they came to the door of the Golden Sword Master's room. A maidservant fell in a pool of blood with empty eyes. She still didn't understand why she died.

Before entering the room, I smelled a very strong smell of blood and a faint smell of musk, and a woman's cry came from inside, with a sound of panic in her voice.

A look of disgust flashed across several people's faces, but then they returned to normal.
To be continued...