Chapter 279 Ao Meng, the Shame of the Dragon Clan!

Faced with the expectant eyes of Ao Bo and many elders, Ao Meng's face turned pale, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body fell to the ground. ‘6’‘9’‘s’‘h’‘u’‘x’‘.’‘c’‘o’‘m’

Ao Bo and many elders were shocked and hurried to hold Ao Meng.

“This child’s dragon heart was dug out, and the injury is quite serious. Let’s use the Golden Dragon Jade Dew to stabilize the injury first.”

An elder said and dripped a drop of golden liquid into Ao Meng’s mouth.

“Om…”

The next moment, a vitality burst out from Ao Meng’s body, and his injuries recovered quickly.

However, the dragon heart was still missing, and his strength was not restored.

“Thank you for saving me, elder.”

Ao Meng slowly opened his eyes and bowed to the elder.

But his heart was very calm. It was just a drop of Golden Dragon Jade Dew. This thing could be used as water for those geniuses of the dragon clan.

"Since it has improved, where is the treasure of the human race?" Ao Bo asked impatiently.

When he heard that Ao Meng had obtained the treasure of the human race, he was naturally very happy.

As the father of the other party, the other party has made contributions, and it is natural that he, as a father, has taught well.

Of course, the most important thing is the opportunity to enter the Dragon Washing Pool.

As long as his son Ao Ming can enter the Dragon Washing Pool again and undergo blood baptism, his potential will soar again.

The chance of becoming an ancient god in the future will be greater.

That's right, Ao Ming is not Ao Meng.

Ao Ming is also his son, but different from Ao Meng.

Ao Ming is a dragon clan prodigy, and he is already a true god when he was born.

His potential is much stronger than Ao Meng.

Although Ao Ming has entered the Dragon Washing Pool once, it would be best if he could enter it a second time.

As for Ao Meng, he never cared.

Even if the other party enters the Dragon Washing Pool and perfects his bloodline, what does it matter?

Its value is far less than that of Ao Ming's two baptisms.

Since Ao Meng is a waste, he should be at ease to be a good waste.

"Father, I... failed."

Looking at his father's eager eyes, Ao Meng lowered his head with a guilty look.

Failed?

When this was said, not only Ao Bo, but other elders also frowned.

"What do you mean? The ancient ancestor said that you got the treasure. Could it be that the ancient ancestor would lie to us?"

"Or do you want to take the treasure of the human race for yourself?"

Ao Bo's face turned cold as he said, "Ao Meng, remember your identity. The ancient ancestor cares about that treasure, and you can't covet it."

He naturally knew that Ao Meng had always wanted to perfect the power of his bloodline, which was why he entered the battlefield of all races.

But that treasure was of great importance, even he didn't dare to embezzle it, let alone a little Ao Meng.

Other elders also looked at Ao Meng with indifferent eyes. If the other party really coveted the treasure, they would immediately take action to suppress the other party.

"Father, elders, how dare Meng'er covet the treasure?"

"Yes, I did grab that treasure at that time, and for that I was ambushed by Zhenyu of the Shenhu tribe, and my dragon heart was taken out alive."

Ao Meng said, showing his chest.

Although the wound has healed, the scene is full of true gods, so they naturally know Ao Meng's situation.

But the emotions of these elders and Ao Bo did not fluctuate at all. After all, in their eyes, if Ao Meng died in exchange for that human treasure, it would be worth it.

Ao Meng did not expect to win the sympathy of everyone.

"After getting the human treasure, I ran away directly, thinking of finding a place to hide and wait for the end of the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield."

"But I finally survived three days, and the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield finally ended, and I was ready to teleport away."

"But I didn't expect that Zhenyu was hiding in the dark and attacked me again while I was teleporting."

"Thanks to the treasure given by the ancient ancestor, I escaped, but Zhenyu also called their ancient ancestor."

"The ancient ancestor was intercepted by the strong men of the Shenhu tribe, but Zhenyu Chasing after me. "

"I had already lost my dragon heart, my strength was greatly reduced, and I was attacked by Zhenyu, my strength was even less than one hundredth of what it was, how could I be a match for Zhenyu."

"When Zhenyu was about to kill me, a stream of light suddenly appeared and tore Zhenyu into pieces."

Ao Meng said helplessly, "And I finally couldn't hold on, and finally passed out. When I woke up again, the human treasure had disappeared, and I was teleported back."

Listening to Ao Meng's story, all the elders looked at each other.

They were all true gods, so they naturally saw that Ao Meng was not lying, and what he said was true.

So, the human treasure was really not on Ao Meng?

Thinking of it, a stream of divine thoughts swept over Ao Meng.

And Ao Meng couldn't help but get nervous.

The human treasure was indeed not on him, and he had never seen it from beginning to end, so he was not afraid of being found on him by the elders.

But he has the 500 million spirit sword given by Chu Ci in his body. If these elders find out, it will be a big trouble.

Fortunately, he has prepared a statement long ago.

If he is really discovered, at most he can say that he found the opportunity in the battlefield of all races.

However, his worry is unnecessary. These elders searched him thoroughly, but did not find the spirit sword in his body.

This also made all the elders look unhappy.

Now it seems that Ao Meng did not get the treasure.

They don't even know who got the treasure.

The most important thing is the stream of light that killed Zhenyu. Whoever owns the stream of light must be the one who got the treasure.

"Do you know the owner of the stream of light?" Ao Bo said.

After confirming that Ao Meng really didn't get the treasure, he was disappointed and unwilling, but also angry.

This anger was naturally directed at Ao Meng.

A waste is indeed a waste. He had already grabbed the treasure and was about to succeed, but he failed in the end.

How could Ao Bo, who was wise all his life, have such a waste son.

It was because of this waste that all his previous plans fell through, and Ao Ming could not undergo blood baptism again.

If Ao Ming cannot become an ancient god in the future, this waste will be at least half responsible.

"Father, I don't know either." Ao Meng shook his head.

"Don't know? Trash, just a waste."

"Why did you come back without the treasure? You might as well die outside."

"Now you go to the Evil Beast Cliff and reflect on your mistakes. You are not allowed to come out without my permission."

Ao Bo's eyes were full of disgust, and his tone was even colder.

Evil Beast Cliff is a special area of ​​the dragon clan, with countless evil beasts.

These evil beasts have no intelligence and only kill out of instinct.

If Ao Meng was in his prime, he would have a chance to survive in the Evil Beast Cliff.

But now the other party is seriously injured, has lost the dragon heart, and his strength has been greatly reduced.

It's better to say that he went to die than to face the wall at the Evil Beast Cliff.

When Ao Bo said this, Ao Meng was happy.

He originally planned to go to the Evil Beast Cliff to level up and improve his strength, and the other party's move was exactly what he wanted.

But Ao Meng also knew that if he went to the Evil Beast Cliff happily, he would definitely be suspected.

You still have to pretend.

Bang...

Ao Meng knelt down directly, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of panic.

"Father, I don't want to go to the Evil Beast Cliff. I have no merits but I have worked hard. Please don't send me to the Evil Beast Cliff."

Ao Meng said, and kowtowed crazily, with blood oozing from his forehead.

"Shut up, evil creature. The ancient ancestor has high hopes for you. You can't even complete such a simple task. It's really a shame for my dragon clan."

Ao Bo shouted angrily, "You are not qualified to call me father. I will no longer have a son like you in the future. Get out of here."

Ao Meng was hit hard, his eyes were full of disbelief, as if he didn't expect his father to treat him like this.

Bang bang bang...

"Elders, elders, please help me. I don't want to go to the Evil Beast Cliff. Please persuade my father..."

Ao Meng kowtowed to other elders again.

But the elders around him also watched coldly. If they didn't complete the ancient ancestor's task, they would die.

"Shut up, if you are not my dragon bloodline, I will beat you to death today, get out of here."

Ao Bo looked impatient, waved his hand, and Ao Meng disappeared on the spot.

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