Chapter 8 Ancient Dragon City, Thunder Tribulation Liquid
"Dare you ask me who is my brother?"
Zhu Yi said warily, looking at Xia Sheng who was walking towards him step by step, he couldn't help but feel nervous.
The person who came was definitely an outsider, but he had practiced the secret arts of the Dragon Clan. He was mysterious and powerful. Even the first person of the younger generation of the three major clans was no match for him.
Zhu Qing'er couldn't help but hold her breath. She didn't want this outsider to be her enemy, but he had practiced the dragon clan's secret method, which was definitely not allowed by the three major clans.
"My name is Emperor, you can call me Ten Crowns King!"
Xia Sheng spoke slowly, and his eyes swept over the Zhu brothers and sisters. Looking at the somewhat familiar faces, he couldn't help but sigh softly:
"Who are you, Zhu Yi?"
The old patriarch of the Zhulong lineage, Zhu Yi, is one of the few old friends in this world. They have known each other for millions of years, but now he is about to become a Taoist. This is so sad.
"Emperor, Ten Crowns, such a familiar name."
"Do you know your great-grandfather?"
Suddenly, the hearts of the two of them were shocked, and huge waves arose in their hearts in a moment.
The Ten-Crown Emperor is actually him, a legendary figure in the clan's classics, and he is still alive?
In fact, after learning the word "Zhu Yi" from Xia Sheng, the Zhu family brothers and sisters believed most of it. Not many people knew the name of their great-grandfather. An outsider who could shout this out was probably the only one in the legend. "Dragon Walking" Sir.
"I heard that Zhu Yi is about to die. Please lead the way. I have some ideas to see if I can save this old friend."
Xia Sheng said, he has a god-level dragon fruit, which can refine his blood and see if he can save Zhu Yi. After all, this person is a Void Daoist and is considered to be the first echelon in the ancient ancient ruins.
"good!"
After hearing the words of the Ten-Crown King, the Zhu family brothers and sisters became excited. They knew that this man had a mysterious origin and had even obtained the complete True Dragon Technique. Maybe he had the means to save their great-grandfather.
If my great-grandfather returned to his original state, I believe that the other two major clans would never dare to behave like they are now.
The ancient city of Longshen is extremely majestic, thousands of feet tall. From a distance, it looks like a giant black dragon coiling around it. It is so majestic that it can't be seen to the side at a glance.
This ancient city is so ancient that no one knows when it appeared. There is only a vague legend circulating that it was founded by a dragon supreme.
"arrive."
Under the huge city gate, a bronze chariot arrived. Xia Sheng opened the curtain and looked at the ancient city, with nostalgia in his eyes.
Although it was not the first time he saw it, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart every time he passed by this place.
The ancient cities created by the Supreme Being are all so majestic. I wonder how tall and majestic the Imperial Pass on the border is, which blocks the foreign land for an era.
"Everyone get out of here!"
Zhu Yi shouted coldly, he stood on the ancient bronze chariot, pulled the chariot himself, and rushed straight into the ancestral land of the Zhu family.
The appearance of the Emperor made him grasp at straws. If the old patriarch was really saved, it meant that the entire Dragon God City was still in the hands of the Zhu Clan, which involved too many interests.
"It's Lord Zhuyi!"
Along the way, many people exclaimed that the ancient chariot was engraved with the special mark of the Zhu clan, and with Zhu Yi standing on the chariot, no one dared to intercept it.
As soon as he entered the ancestral land, Zhu Yi apologized and led Xia Sheng to the tribe leader's retreat.
"Stop!"
As soon as they entered a pavilion, the three of them were blocked by a terrifying figure. It was actually a god with three eyes, holding a great wild halberd, blocking the front like a magic wall.
"Elder Zhujiu, I have something important to report. Please let me in."
Zhu Yi spoke with a somewhat polite tone. The person in front of him was the chief disciple of the clan leader. He was probably the future clan leader. His strength should not be underestimated.
"The eldest son and daughter can go in, but he can't."
Zhu Jiu shook his head and glanced at Xia Sheng with a pair of red eyes, only to find that he couldn't see anything through. "Who are you?"
He asked with an indifferent expression. A human had actually entered the ancestral land of the Zhulong Clan. If Zhuyi had not led him personally, he would have captured this person long ago.
"Bold, Zhu Jiu, how dare you disrespect the Emperor? He is a walking dragon."
Zhu Yi looked angry and wanted to say something, but saw Xia Sheng shook his head slightly and said:
"Let me explain."
After so many years, the Dragon Clan is still so irritable, but Xia Sheng was prepared. A dragon sword was drawn out, flashing with brilliant sword light, and even the void trembled.
"Can you see this?"
The majestic dragon sound came from Xia Sheng's mouth, like little golden snakes, reaching Zhu Jiu's ears, causing him to immediately change his expression, and said in shock:
"Why is the dragon sword forged by the patriarch himself in your hands?"
Xia Sheng looked indifferent, raised the dragon sword in his hand, and said calmly: "Since you have seen this thing, why don't you kneel down!"
This sword was forged by the old patriarch of the Zhulong clan, and gathered the will of the entire Zhulong clan. Those who hold this sword walk for the dragon clan and can kill rebellious people.
"The guilty minister Zhujiu, pays homage to the Emperor!"
Zhujiu immediately knelt down, cold sweat streaming down his face. The other two clans may not recognize this sword, but the Zhulong lineage must recognize it. This is bound by blood.
Son of Heaven, that was a person from the same era as Master, walking in the Dragon Clan, and now he actually appeared in front of me alive?
Besides, Zhu Yi's brother and sister were stunned. This was Master Zhu Jiu, the next generation's designated leader, and now he was being scolded like a junior.
"It's you again, you always put on such a big show!"
"Come in."
At this moment, an old voice came from the depths of the palace. It was sacred yet majestic, making people want to worship.
"Great-grandfather!"
"Master!"
"Zhuyi!"
Seeing his master speaking, Zhu Jiu no longer stopped him. He quickly stepped forward to lead the way. Soon, after crossing many restrictions, Xia Sheng came to an underground palace.
The palace was very large, with a pool filled with spiritual energy placed in the center. Sitting in the middle was an old man with withered blood and madness flashing in his eyes.
"Old friend, you're going to die."
Xia Sheng sighed softly and came to the edge of the dragon pond, a strange color flashed in his heart.
The Immortal Ancient Relics not only have great opportunities, but they are also accompanied by curses. The higher the realm of the creatures who live here all year round, the heavier the shackles of the curse they bear.
"I can still see you before I die, so I can rest in peace!" Zhu Yi chuckled, but because his face was too old, it looked very ugly.
"I have a god-level dragon fruit that can help you stabilize for a period of time." Xia Sheng said. He didn't want to see his friend die.
"God-level Dragon Fruit? It seems you went to that place again, but such things should be useless to me."
Zhu Yi shook his head, looked at Zhu Yi and others behind Xia Sheng and said:
"I still have to trouble you to take care of them in the future. If possible, I hope you can take them out of here."
The Immortal Ancient Relics is a huge cage. No matter how powerful it is here, it will eventually end with the Immortal Ancient Era.
"What if I can bring a more powerful Thunder Tribulation Liquid in this life?"
(End of chapter)