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Chapter 837: Birth of the Demonic Dragon
Listening to the monster's tone, Zhao Wushuang vaguely guessed that they should know each other, and their relationship was not good.

After grasping this point, Zhao Wushuang said:
"I have an old friend who had an irresolvable grievance with the Nine-headed Demon Flood Dragon, so I will take revenge on his behalf and kill the Nine-headed Demon Flood Dragon."

"But I have never been to the dark forest before, and I need a guide. If you want, you can bring me to the nine-headed dragon and watch me personally kill him."

The monster was stunned when he heard the words, and just when Zhao Wushuang thought he was about to get up and agree, the monster suddenly laughed out loud.

"Just because you are a small human, you still want to kill the nine-headed dragon? Are you dreaming!?"

The monster said coldly: "Do you know that the strength of the nine-headed dragon is equivalent to that of your human martial saints in the fourth heaven. I think your Yuanli fluctuations can be regarded as semi-sages at best."

"Your strength is not enough for the Nine-Headed Demon Dragon to watch alone. If you want to kill him, go ahead and make your Spring and Autumn Dream."

The monster's words were full of sarcasm.

Zhao Wushuang showed a thoughtful look on his face, and he pondered for a long time before asking: "Have you ever been defeated by his men?"

The monster's laughter stopped abruptly.

Zhao Wushuang smiled and said, "We humans have a saying that people should not be judged by appearances. Let me show you this, and you will know why I have the confidence to come here."

As Zhao Wushuang said, with a flick of his finger, a small flame seed flew out, rising against the wind and turning into a large flame shield.

The shield flew towards the monster, and when the monster wanted to avoid it, the fierce flame shield suddenly disappeared.

His back lit up with the light of a raging flame.

The monster was horrified.

"This is? Law... and it's also the law of fire and the law of space."

"Then let me show you this again."

Zhao Wushuang closed his eyes, and when he opened them suddenly, a soul-stirring force shot out, sweeping half of the swamp.

Some monsters with half their heads exposed felt the powerful pressure of the soul, and immediately trembled with fright, hiding in the swamp and not daring to show their heads.

"This is... the law of the soul."

The monster suddenly thought of something, and immediately became restless.

Even if he is a monster, he can know what it means to master the power of the three laws at the same time.

Even the top human beings can't control three laws with different attributes at the same time.

Moreover, the boy in front of him looks quite young, and his future potential is limitless. If he has the courage to come here now, he must have some kind of support.

"How? Have I proven myself now?" Zhao Wushuang asked with a smile.

After hesitating for a moment, the monster finally nodded.

"Okay, since you want to kill the nine-headed dragon, I will help you."

"I think your strength is also higher than that of Martial Saints. You should be the top monster in the Dark Forest. Why are you so deeply grudged?"

Zhao Wushuang asked.

The monster sighed, as if recalling some past events that he didn't want to recall.

"Since you want to hear it, let me tell you. My name is Silkworm Dream Beast. I was originally the ruler who appeared with the dark forest. My father was the strongest one born under the dark miasma." monster."

Silkworm Dream Beast slowly told the past.

According to him, he originally inherited his father's will, carrying a noble dark blood, intending to continue to rule the forest.

But an outsider broke in, it was the dragon.

Silkworm Dream Beast's father had just passed away at that time, and before he had fully grown up, he was invaded by the nine-headed demon dragon and was powerless to resist.

After the nine-headed dragon defeated him, he destroyed one of his foundations, and then expelled him from the dark valley. His strength in this life can only stop at the first level of martial saints, and he cannot defeat the nine-headed dragon no matter what.

Silkworm Dream Beast has lived in this swamp for hundreds of years, and he has been thinking about revenge all the time for hundreds of years.

Defeating the Nine-Headed Demon Jiao and regaining its territory has become Silkworm Dream Beast's obsession.

The sensitive Silkworm Dream Beast felt that this was an opportunity.

The resources of the nine-headed dragon dragon in the middle of the dark valley are so good that the dark power of the entire dark forest is gathered there for him to cultivate.

I am afraid that in a few decades, the nine-headed dragon will be able to break through the shackles and reach a new level.

At that time, he, Silkworm Dream Beast, would have no chance to stand up.

However, as the real master of the dark forest, he could only spend the rest of his life in this stinking swamp, fleeing everywhere in order to avoid the pursuit of the nine-headed dragon.

Now that he has finally waited for an opportunity, he must not give up.

"I promise you that I can help you find the residence of the Nine-Headed Demon Flood Dragon. Moreover, he has been in seclusion for a while. After he leaves the seclusion, his strength may become even stronger. Therefore, this is the best time to kill him. "

Silkworm Dream Beast slowly stood upright. It is a long snake with four claws, and it also has a trace of dragon's blood.

"Okay, it's a deal over there, you help me kill the nine-headed dragon, and I will help you return to the Dark Valley."

Zhao Wushuang landed lightly on the silkworm dream beast's head and swam deeper into the swamp.

Although Silkworm Dream Beast was driven out of the core area of ​​the dark forest, it still has absolute authority in the periphery.

Countless creatures outside had to listen to his orders. After a few roars, all kinds of monsters lurking in the swamp and the surrounding woods immediately scattered to inquire about news.

Fortunately, the nine-headed dragon is used to being alone and doesn't bother to subdue these monsters, otherwise Silkworm Dream Beast might lose its last reliance.

Finally, Zhao Wushuang saw two towering mountains from a distance, and a river slowly passed between the two mountains, forming a valley.

"Over this mountain, there is a dark valley inside."

Silkworm Dream Beast said:
"I can only help you here. You must not tell the nine-headed dragon that I helped you, otherwise he will kill me first."

Zhao Wushuang nodded, and then rose into the air.

After the Silkworm Dream Beast swam a few kilometers, Zhao Wushuang raised his hand, and a small fireball formed in his palm, which exploded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In an instant, the flames filled the dark forest with a radius of more than ten miles, and countless monsters dormant in the dark corners raised their heads one after another.

Silkworm Dream Beast, which was swimming in the swamp, also turned its head, its crimson eyes filled with disbelief.

Didn't I tell him to wait?

Outside the valley, a sharp blade curled out of Zhao Wu's hands, and as he pushed forward, the fireball, which was half the size of a mountain top, slashed through the air.

Below the fireball, the black mud in the swamp was also instantly evaporated, turning into scorching mud.

Everything it passed was reduced to barren ashes.

(End of this chapter)