Chapter 337 The Fourth Son of the Nine Heavenly Palaces, Mo Jiao

One hundred thousand years ago, the ancestor god who evolved into all spirits and became the father of all gods returned to chaos.

All the ancient gods have also passed away one after another due to calamity, and now in all directions, only the Dragon Clan, Phoenix Clan and Nine-tailed White Fox Clan of the Celestial Clan have some descendants left, and their status is particularly noble within the Celestial Clan.

Nowadays, the Dragon Clan is the co-lord who controls the four seas and eight wastelands. It has established a vast heavenly palace on the ninth level of the sky, also known as the Celestial Clan.

Although the Feng clan lives in a corner, there is still an ancient god named Zheyan.

It is the first phoenix conceived since the beginning of the world. It is a colorful phoenix born in the fire and raised by God the Father himself.

Although he lives in seclusion and does not care about the world, he has a very high prestige in the world.

The Nine-Tailed White Fox Clan has always valued their true nature and despised external things. They follow their heart's desires without going beyond the rules. They have always stayed aloof from the world. They established the Qingqiu Fox Kingdom outside the East China Sea and lived in the wilderness. They governed the Eastern Wilderness, Southeast Wilderness, Northeast Wilderness, There are five wilderness areas: southwest wilderness and northwest wilderness.

In the Nine Heavens Palace, there is a palace that is as ethereal as a fairyland and exudes the power of a dragon.

It has amber wine, jasper glasses, gold-footed bottles, and emerald plates. The food is like a picture, the wine is like a spring, the guqin is dripping, and the bells are tinkling.

The main hall is surrounded by flowers like inverted bells, with white calyxes and a translucent luster like bone china. The tops of the petals are a circle of different shades of lavender, as if they were dyed in nature.

However, at this time, in the backyard of the palace, there were dozens of graceful fairies standing with their eyebrows lowered, and two men stood in the front.

One person is dressed in a yellow dragon-painted robe. He has a plump face and a solemn appearance. He is not angry and has a strong appearance. He looks like a middle-aged man with a long beard.

One person was wearing white clothes and a blue robe outside. He looked like a gentle and handsome young man, and his whole person could not help but exude an honest and courteous temperament.

I could only hear the screams of a woman coming from a certain palace in the backyard.

Immediately, the solemn middle-aged man frowned slightly and said:

"It's strange that this spiritual fetus has arrived. Within a few days, it was already in labor."

The gentle young man said respectfully:

"Father, maybe this baby got Kunlunxu's luck and the blessing of the Golden Lotus."

The solemn middle-aged man nodded, his thick eyebrows stretched, and he agreed:

"Yes, Mo Yuan, as the Lord of Kunlun Xu, is not an ordinary immortal. He is the legitimate son of Father God and the only bloodline left by Father God. If he can be protected by the golden lotus he cultivated day and night, this son will definitely be extraordinary. "

As the screams of the women in the palace became more and more shrill, a little girl who looked seven or eight years old beside them said softly:

"My queen has been pregnant for seven days, Su Jin is so scared."

The solemn middle-aged man looked down at her, couldn't help but bend down and touch his head and said softly:

"Su Jin is not afraid."

At this time, a baby's cry came from the palace, and immediately a fairy came out, walked out quickly, saluted and congratulated:

"Tianjun, your highness, the queen has given birth to a prince."

As soon as they finished speaking, dozens of fairies following them fell to the ground and kowtowed:

"Congratulations to Heavenly Lord, congratulations to Your Highness."

Just when Wen Wen showed a clear smile, and even the eyes of the solemn middle-aged man showed joy, colorful clouds moved in the sky, and fairy birds looked towards the phoenix.

"But it's an auspicious sign?"

The solemn middle-aged man looked at the strange phenomena in the sky, his eyes slightly opened, and he couldn't help but ask questions.

"Father, that's right."

The gentle young man nodded excitedly.

After a while, outside the Nantian Gate, the immortals and gods gathered on both sides, and the two men before stepped out one after another.

"Father, this is the scene that only happens when God Mo Yuan is born!"

The gentle young man looked at the image of the fairy bird approaching the phoenix and exclaimed.

"Infinite kindness, our heavenly clan finally welcomes another king."

"I will name him Ye Hua immediately."

The solemn middle-aged man, the Heavenly King who rules over the four seas and eight wildernesses, has a sonorous and powerful voice.

"Congratulations to the Heavenly Lord, I'm so happy to have you as your heir apparent."

As soon as the congratulations of the immortals and gods fell, an immortal lady walked out of the Nantian Gate, leaned down and saluted:

"See Tianjun, Concubine Yang gave birth to a little Highness for Tianjun."

After saying this, all the gods and gods congratulated one after another:

"Congratulations, Tianjun, double happiness."

The gentle young man even said:

"Father, I didn't expect that my fourth brother would also be born today. Now that my uncle and nephew are born together, it is also a good story."

After Tianjun heard this, a faint smile appeared on his lips. As the co-owner of the world, he naturally has three thousand beauties in the harem.

But no matter how he looked at his three sons, he was never satisfied.

The eldest son, Yang Cuo, has an honest and cowardly temperament. He always obeys orders and is submissive. He has never accomplished anything by himself, let alone made any contribution to the world.

Although the second son Sang Ji is his favorite son, he has high hopes for him, and even arranges for his marriage to Bai Qian, a female queen from Qingqiu, a well-known family. His cultivation level is the highest among the three sons, but unfortunately his talent is not that outstanding after all.

We must know that the current situation in the world seems calm on the surface, but in fact it is undercurrent.

The third son, Lian Song, was the most popular playboy among the gods. His reputation as a romantic was known all over the world, and he was of no use to him.

Therefore, I have been working hard in the harem some time ago, hoping to have another heir, but the result is that my hard work is not in vain.

Unfortunately, it was not calculated after all, and the one who ended up pregnant turned out to be a human woman.

Suddenly, another Xian'e walked out quickly with a flustered face:

"See Tianjun, after Concubine Yang became pregnant with the dragon seed, her body became weaker and weaker. Although she has been taking care of her with elixirs, she is still..."

Tianjun obviously understood the meaning of the words, but in his eyes, women were just tools used to stabilize his position and give birth to children.

Furthermore, with so many concubines in his harem, there is no need to talk about feelings.

The most important thing is that the dragon bloodline is domineering, let alone the Tianjun bloodline, which is certainly not the same.

However, from this point of view, his four sons, even if their mothers are from weak human races, have inherited their own dragon bloodline, and they don’t know what their qualifications are.

So, he couldn't help but said calmly:

"Concubine Yang has worked hard and made great achievements for my heavenly clan. However, the sky has no time for years. The fragrance will disappear and the jade will be damaged, and she will be buried richly."

As soon as Tianjun finished speaking, all the immortals and gods lowered their heads and said in unison:

"Please forgive me, Lord Heaven."

Xian'e hesitated for a long time and said:

"Tianjun, there is also His Highness"

Suddenly, Tianjun looked as if it was his own heir, and he immediately asked in a deep voice:

"How is he?"

Xian'e pursed her lips and said in a harsh tone:

"Your Highness, he is a dragon."

When Tianjun heard this, his expression changed suddenly. His lineage was extremely rich in the blood of the gods. Although their attributes were different, they were all five-clawed true dragons.

Moreover, from ancient times to the present, the children born are all true dragons.

At this moment, the atmosphere in Nantianmen was frozen, and all the immortals were silent.

"Father, in my opinion, my fourth brother's bloodline must have been burdened by his mother's clan. This is excusable. Why don't we go check it out first?"

The gentle man, Yangcuo, the eldest son of Tianjun, said respectfully.

Not long after, Tianjun and Yangcuo came to a palace called Tangquan Palace.

Immediately, one of them walked out of Tangquan Palace with a calm expression and the other with a sad expression.

Along the way, Tianjun said casually:

"I gave your fourth brother the name Mo Jiao. Although he will not have much future, he is still the fourth highness of my Tiangong. Do you remember?"

Yangcuo said hurriedly:

"Father, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of my fourth brother from now on."

"Well, a loving mother often fails, so Ye Hua will be raised by me personally."