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Chapter 989 Yun Zhongzi!
No!

Not long after, rumors began to spread, almost sweeping across the entire prehistoric world, leaving people somewhat puzzled.

The human race was struck by plague again, which lasted for three months. It was cured by the current human king Shennong with herbal medicine.

The person who released the plague was caught by Murong Ji on the spot. The nine-headed insect escaped from Murong Ji, and then Huoyun Cave issued a hunting order.
Man Honghuang offered a reward for the information about the Nine-Headed Insect and his life. Anyone who could provide information about the Nine-Headed Insect would receive a pill.

Anyone who can capture the Nine-Headed Insect can obtain elixirs made from the essence of the Daluo Golden Immortal in the Fire Cloud Cave.

At the same time, order the dragon clan to hand over the nine-headed insect!

After the killing order was issued, countless human masters gathered in the Heavenly Palace, and the ghost soldiers and generals of the underworld also slowly gathered in Fengdu City.

Even the entire Huaxu Kingdom was in an atmosphere of impending war.

An aura of "impending storm" gradually permeates the entire prehistoric world. There will inevitably be a war between the human race and the dragon race!
Some people speculated that the second time the Nine-Headed Insect spread the plague among the human race was a drama directed and acted by Murong Ji himself.

But there is no evidence, so we can only believe what Murong Ji says.

East China Sea Dragon Palace.

The old Dragon King sat in the upper seat and threw the letter in his hand out suddenly. With a "pop" sound, the whole hall echoed.

Everyone in the hall suddenly became much more sober.

The old Dragon King panted heavily a few times, his face gloomy, but he glanced at the high-ranking dragon leaders sitting on both sides.

After a moment of silence, someone suddenly said, "Chief, what are the humans going to do? Isn't killing eight enough?"

"Hehe! He's trying to drag us down with him!" someone suddenly said from the opposite side.

The old Dragon King glanced at the people on both sides, and finally his sight fell on the three people wearing imperial crowns and the other four Dragon Kings.

There was something strange about the seating arrangements of the three of them. Behind each of them were their subordinates. Unknowingly, they were competing with the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea!

The old Dragon King sighed, "You three, do you have anything to say?"

After a moment of silence, the North Sea Dragon King slowly picked up the tea, took a sip, and then said, "Uncle, I think we should send someone to kill him. No matter what, we have to survive this disaster first."

"Kill him!?" A high-ranking dragon from the Dragon King opposite the North Sea suddenly raised his voice.

"How can I kill him?! Are you going to kill your descendants, or my descendants?! Is a Daluo Jinxian a cabbage?! Do you know how much energy it takes to cultivate a Daluo Jinxian?!!"

As he spoke, he stood up, becoming more and more agitated.

"Okay, be quiet!" The old Dragon King waved his hand to suppress the crowd.

The man snorted coldly and sat back down unwillingly.

"I know all the things that Fourth Brother said." The Dragon King of the North Sea said calmly, glancing at the man: "But if we don't do this, what else can you do?!"

“Should we mobilize our ancestral land’s troops to fight them?! Let’s not talk about whether we can win or not. Even if we kill humans, how long can we use up the calamity energy that will be created?!”

"Twenty to thirty years is a generation for the human race, and every three hundred years a large number of Taiyi True Immortals descend into the world. I wonder where they gather these resources."

"Even a piece of trash can be fed to become a True Immortal! How can you outstrip them?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there were bursts of sighs in the Dragon Palace. This is an indisputable fact.

The human race is weak, but they can reproduce! They grow fast, and their cultivation realm increases steadily. Although their foundation is shallow, once their realm is raised, it will be much easier to rebuild their foundation.

What's more, the resources, which were obtained from nowhere, were stuffed into the bodies of human cultivators as if they were free of charge.

How many years has it been since Fuxi became the Emperor of Heaven?
They have already begun to change from their original defensive state to outward expansion. The entire human race's heavenly court, with five or six hundred Daluo Golden Immortals, is no weaker than any other clan in the prehistoric world!
Nowadays, Fuxi controls the heavenly soldiers and generals, spreading out in all directions, and the power of the human race is growing more and more powerful!
Up to now, the actual power of the Heavenly Court is almost reaching the scale of when Emperor Jun Donghuang was reborn!

"Seventh brother is right. The soldiers and horses in our ancestral land are our last resort. Once we have earned enough merits to eliminate the calamity on them, it won't be too late for us to consider other things."

“Millions of Golden Immortals and tens of thousands of Daluo Golden Immortals are enough to defeat the human race.” One of the old dragons said slowly.

As soon as these words were spoken, many high-ranking dragon clan members in the hall felt relieved.

"Humph! You are just cowards! Now go to the ancestral land and invite the ancestors to come out, first suppress the situation of the rise of the human race! Force the great powers of the prehistoric world to make a new choice."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the person who spoke was a junior.

“Or, we can try to get the great powers and saints from the prehistoric world to stand on the side of our dragon clan, just like that man Jiang. We can gradually build up a great momentum, and our dragon clan will once again become…”

"Shut up! You have no right to speak here!"

The young man was stunned, and looked at the North Sea Dragon King opposite him, his face darkening, "Uncle Seven, what do you think? Let me make the decision, how about that?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked up at the old Dragon King who was in the first position.

The old dragon king raised his head, looked at the young dragon with his cloudy eyes, nodded, and said, "What a good idea! Why should we dragons bow to other tribes? Huang Long, you are daydreaming."

The young man's face turned pale and he stood up instantly. "Grandpa, this... is not a fantasy. Our dragon clan has been high and mighty for too long."

"I discovered that the reason why the human race has grown to this size is because they know how to share! The Lich and Wizard races are too closed, and..." "Shut up!"

"Someone come! You are talking nonsense! Get out!"

"Seventh Uncle! Nine Uncle! I... I know it!" Huang Long was just speaking when he was suddenly grabbed by the people around him and dragged out of the hall.

"You! You! Don't you really know the current predicament of our dragon clan?! You! You! Uncle Seven! Grandpa! The dragon clan can't go on like this! I beg you..."

Huang Long's voice gradually disappeared outside the hall.

Everyone in the hall was silent.

After a long silence, someone suggested: "We should go to Buzhou Mountain? Who should we take with us?"

Everyone's eyes turned to the old Dragon King who was at the head. The old Dragon King frowned, waved his hand, and signaled them to disperse.

Everyone stood up without saying anything and walked outside.

Soon, the old Dragon King was the only one left in the hall, sitting alone on the high platform.

After a long time, a woman slowly walked in from the back hall, "Dad, after the meeting, why don't you go back? What are you still sitting here for?"

The old Dragon King came to his senses, and when he saw his daughter coming in, he felt relieved and a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

"Ying'er, why are you here? I'm just sitting here thinking, it's nothing."

Then, he stood up from the dragon throne, walked step by step to the center of the hall, and walked towards his daughter.

"Dad, how is the discussion going?"

The old Dragon King's face fell, and he was silent for a while, then he sighed: "That man Jiang is very clever! It's only been a short time. The four Dragon Kings have been separated, and they already have their own little ideas."

"No longer as united as before, the dragon clan... the people are scattered... ah!"

Dragon girl Ao Ying had a worried look on her face as she supported her old father towards the back hall.

“Dad, I heard that you drove Ao Huang out?”

"Well, let's protect him... send him out of the Dragon Clan... and make him a disciple of a saint. Then... he can still keep his life."

As he spoke, the old Dragon King's eyes fell on his precious daughter again, "Ying'er, over the years, you have fought in many battles, fighting against the demon tribe and the heavenly court. It's time for you to get married."

"Dad! I don't want to get married. After fighting against the demons, I will fight against the human race. Can the human race be stronger than the demons?"

The old Dragon King sighed, "It's not the human race that's strong, it's the human Jiang... He is more powerful than Di Jun..."

Three months later, the four dragon kings jointly paid homage to Mount Buzhou.

Murong Jijie sat in the Yuqing Palace, looking at the Four Dragon Kings below, and then his gaze fell on the Daluo Jinxian they brought behind them.

I couldn't help but sneer. He really was rushing to die.

The dragon clan is very clear about what they are doing now and also understands what they are lacking.

Time! Merit!
If the human race uses all its momentum of prosperity to drag the dragon race into the water and completely cut off the dragon race's possibility of washing away the calamity, then the dragon race will never be able to recover.

I am willing to sacrifice everything to bring down the emperor.

At this time, the human race is now a wealthy family, and there is no need to fight so hard. But today is the last chance to solve the problem of the dragon race.

If the dragon race is really allowed to recover, the human race will be in trouble.

"What are you guys doing here?!"

The old Dragon King stepped forward, bowed and said, "Your Majesty, we heard that there are evil thieves causing chaos among the human race. After a thorough investigation, we found that there are a few young people who do not know the seriousness of the matter."

"They have done such evil things. I came here today to take them here to plead guilty."

Murong Ji's gaze fell on the young men who had forcibly captured the Daluo Jinxian, and his brows furrowed. They were actually four pure-blooded dragons.

Before Murong Ji could speak, a voice came from outside the hall: "Yuxu's disciple, Yun Zhongzi, requests to see His Majesty the Human King!"

Murong Ji's face darkened. Without being notified, this was considered kicking the door!
Then Chang Jian pushed the door open and walked in, ushering in a person with a gloomy face.

"Master, this person is extremely powerful. We can't stop him. Please punish him, Master."

Murong Ji waved his hand and said, "Go get a pot of good tea."

Upon hearing the voice, Chang Jian bowed and looked at Yun Zhongzi with some surprise.

When he saw this man, all of Murong Ji's anger disappeared. He looked Yun Zhongzi up and down with a righteous look on his face.

She wore a green scarf on her head and two green hairbands behind her head that looked like leaves.

(End of this chapter)