Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 988: Come to my door and kill me!

"Which ancestor?" Murong Ji was silent for a moment, then asked.

"That one!" The shopkeeper gave a thumbs up, the meaning of which was self-evident.

"There is only one human king who has led the human race from beasts to glory, and this is his merit!"

The shopkeeper shook his thumb and looked at Murong Ji with burning eyes.

Murong Ji pressed his thumb down with a half-smile, and said slowly: "The first ancestor of the human race is only the Holy Mother..."

Then he turned around and sat at the head seat at the table.

"Let's settle the accounts. We need to take back all the food and drink they took from the human race. Otherwise... I'll just skin them and pull out their tendons to make magic weapons!"

"Yes!"

The shopkeeper bowed slightly and then hurried to get the account book.

Inside the hall, several dragons looked unhappy. The old Dragon King looked at Murong Ji with a serious expression, feeling a little angry.

Murong Ji had really done things like peeling off the dragon's skin, pulling out the dragon's tendons, and picking out the dragon's bones!
Not long after Murong Ji sat down, the shopkeeper personally brought him a tray of tea.

After everyone sat down, Murong Ji poured tea for Duobao Taoist, Jinling Holy Mother, Yunxiao and others, but did not say much.

The old Dragon King slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, "Your Majesty, please understand clearly that the monster is not from my dragon clan!"

Murong Ji didn't even raise his head, but just murmured, "We are not fools, so don't talk about this. Has the man been caught?"

The old Dragon King was silent for a long time, as if he had become even older, and said weakly: "I caught it."

"Did you... bring him here?" Murong Ji looked at the old Dragon King with a smile on his face, waiting for him to speak.

The old Dragon King lowered his head and casually pointed at one of the young dragons.

The next moment, Murong Ji slashed out with a sword, directly splitting the young dragon into two.

"puff!"

Blood spurted all over the ground, and a lot of it even sprayed over, but was blocked by the barrier set up by the Dragon and Tiger Jade Ruyi.

Looking again, the young dragon man's soul slowly flew out of his body, turned into wisps of green smoke, and completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

There was silence for a long time, no one spoke. Yunxiao drank tea calmly, as if she was used to it. She had seen Murong Ji change his expression so quickly before.

The Golden Spirit Mother sniffed the smell of blood in the air and felt a little uncomfortable. She was talking and laughing one moment, and suddenly she was killing people the next.

She was a little uncomfortable with it.

"what!!"

A tragic howl woke everyone up. The young dragon man looked at his face covered in blood with horror and disbelief.

"How dare you kill my dragon clan! You are courting death!"

"Two-legged snake! How dare you kill my dragon clan! All human races will be slaughtered!"

"My dragon clan is noble. To slaughter you is not worth a drop of our blood!"

"Nuwa..."

"shut up!"

The old Dragon King roared angrily, and for a moment he was stunned, staring blankly at the young man's body, and the muscles on his face could not help but tremble.

Duobao's brows darkened and his face looked unhappy. If the old Dragon King hadn't scolded him just now, he might have scolded the Saint Nuwa!

[You don't know what life and death is! You dare to slander a saint!? ]

Originally, he was invited by the old Dragon King to speak for him, but now... it is better not to get involved in this mess.

"Two-legged snake?! Hehehe hahaha!! Where does this idea come from? How many of you?" Murong Ji's face was full of smiles, as if he had seen an old friend whom he hadn't seen for many years.

He asked eagerly.

The other three sea dragon kings looked solemn, not knowing how to explain.

Nuwa and Fuxi have human bodies and snake tails, which is why many snake tribes worship Nuwa as their ancestor. The dragon tribe conquered the snake tribe and has been arrogant for too long, so how could they look down on Nuwa and Fuxi?!

"It was just a joke by an ignorant pheasant boy. Your Majesty, please forgive me."

"Oh?! So that's how it is. Drink tea, drink tea!" Murong Ji filled up everyone's teacups again. "But... this origin is not right, Old Dragon King, are you fooling me?!"

Murong Ji's voice sounded faintly again, and the old Dragon King suddenly raised his head and looked at Murong Jie Ji viciously.

"Your Majesty, you must be responsible for what you say! That evil person is obviously this guy!"

Murong Ji sneered and ignored the old Dragon King's warning. "The murderer is a Daluo Jinxian. He was able to escape from the hands of the Golden Spirit Mother. He must have a lot of skills!"

The old Dragon King was shocked. He had never expected this. He then frowned and thought carefully, "Maybe I made a mistake. Please wait a moment. I'll be right back."

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly and said in a deep voice: "No need. Let me check the others. What if you caught the right ones?" As soon as he finished speaking, endless sword energy was released, and the sound of "Puff! Puff! Puff!" fell.

Inside the inn, in the lobby, there were several sons and grandsons of the dragon standing, with blood mist bursting out from their bodies, and their whole bodies were beaten into sieves.

The sword energy penetrated through the doors and windows, sweeping down the wall. A loud "boom" made the old Dragon King come back to his senses.

Looking at those dragon descendants, his whole body couldn't stop shaking and tears flowed unconsciously.

"You! You! Your Majesty, why are you doing this?"

Murong Ji frowned and said nothing, thinking carefully, not caring about the old Dragon King's grief at all: "Strange, it's not the case, Old Dragon King, you don't take my words to heart at all."

The voice was neither light nor heavy, just as if he was chatting with someone, but an extremely heavy aura slowly permeated the air, concealing murderous intent.

The old Dragon King felt his whole body turn cold unconsciously, and he felt angry and hateful in his heart, and cold sweat unconsciously seeped out of his forehead.

He believed that if he contradicted him now, he would be dead. He really dared to kill him! !
In his mind, he was thinking quickly and unconsciously, what confidence did the human race have to challenge the dragon race? ! !
You know, in the dragon clan's ancestral land, there are still countless dragon elites. Those people are at least Daluo Jinxian. Ren Jiang cannot be unaware of this.

Coming back to his senses, the old dragon king exhaled a deep breath and said, "It was me who made a mistake. Wait a moment, I'll be right back!"

Then he turned around, left the inn, and flew towards the East China Sea.

Murong Ji stretched himself, looked at the dragon-shaped corpses on the ground, and said calmly: "Boss, these dragons have paid. These dragon corpses will be used as rent for you."

"After this matter is over, you and your family should leave this place and settle in the city-state of Huaxu."

The shopkeeper knelt on the ground with a plop and kowtowed several times. Without saying anything more, he stripped the dragons of their bones and tendons under Murong Ji's guidance.

Murong Ji helped him refine it into a magic weapon and let him leave with it.

Taoist Duobao's face darkened, and he looked at Murong Ji and said, "Daoyou, aren't you afraid that the old Dragon King will fight you to the death?"

Murong Ji glanced at him calmly, then shook his head, "The fish will die, but the net will not break. If they really want to make the fish die and the net break, then it will be easy to deal with."

Then, the three of them understood what Murong Ji meant.

The dragon clan is surrounded by a lot of calamity energy, and it is not easy to cleanse it completely.

But over the years, the calamity energy has been decreasing little by little. Not to mention other things, with the dragon clan's foundation and ability, they can just wash away the calamity energy.

The dragon clan can now give birth to offspring normally, and who knows one day, the dragon clan will regain its former glory.

By then, a decisive battle with the dragon clan would be disadvantageous to the human race.

Now, the human race has the Zhoutian Star Array and the Dutian Shensha Array. With Fuxi, to a certain extent, they can mobilize many great powers from the ancient times to come and help.

The odds against the Dragon Clan are still evenly matched. If we don't fight now, then by the time the Dragon Clan recovers to its prime, wouldn't that be like hitting a rock with an egg?

The four of them drank tea in silence for a long time before the Golden Spirit Holy Mother said, "Daoyou are so cruel. Those young dragons have nothing to do with this matter."

Murong Ji glanced at the expressions of the three people. Yunxiao was in a daze and didn't say much. It seemed that she was just here to make up the numbers.

Taoist Duobao looked at himself with a smile on his face.

The Golden Spirit Mother couldn't tell her position for a moment.

Murong Ji then said calmly: "Standing under the tribe and protected by the dragon clan, how can you be innocent?"

"If we are talking about innocence, then how can the human race who did nothing and had no ability to do anything not be innocent?"

"Besides, didn't the old Dragon King bring these people here just to appease my anger?"

"That Nine-headed Insect is not ordinary, it has greater potential. Using these dragon wastes to protect the Nine-headed Insect, in the future, there will be no shortage of quasi-saint masters. The dragon clan is worth it!"

The three of them were somewhat stunned. They couldn't see that the old Dragon King was acting at all. However, they found it hard to accept in their hearts. These people were sacrificed just like that? !

Murong Ji slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and looked outside the door. In the tribe, there is no right or wrong? There is only value. If it were him, he, Murong Ji, would make the same choice.

Not long after, the old Dragon King brought in another person. Murong Ji took a glance and found that he was a Daluo Jinxian.

Then he smiled and said, "The Dragon Clan is indeed a powerful family with rich resources! We caught the right person this time!"

As he spoke, a stream of sword energy slashed out, directly killing the Daluo Jinxian!

With a casual grab, the entire dragon corpse appeared in Murong Ji's palm. In front of the old Dragon King, he melted the dragon into a pill.

The pill is golden in color, and is covered with the principles of Taoism, which are the foundation and principles of the Daluo Golden Immortal.

Murong Ji acted too quickly, leaving no room for retreat. The old Dragon King was furious, but he didn't know what to say.

"Okay, now that the matter is resolved, our two tribes should work together for the sake of peace in the wilderness. The old Dragon King should take good care of his subordinates and make sure that no more plagues are spread."

"Yes! Yes! Yes! I will pay attention to it!" The old Dragon King almost bit his teeth off in hatred.

Several people walked out of the inn, and the matter came to an end. What mattered a few dragon lives? They were no match for tens of millions of human beings.

Of course, countless resources were transported to the human race as compensation. If it were just these few lives, Murong Ji would not let it go.

Is this the end of the matter?
(End of this chapter)