The bag was opened, a green light rose into the sky, the supreme sword energy shuttled through, and the boundless sea water trembled and flowed backwards.

Ancestor Zhulong saw the green shadow in the bag clearly, his face was full of fear, and he said in a deep voice: "You are a disciple of Jie Jiao!"

Ao Run looked at Wei Shuyu and blurted out: "Aren't you a disciple of the Human Religion?"

Wei Shuyu smiled slightly and said, "Whether it's a teaching or a teaching, can we have a good discussion now?"

Ancestor Zhulong lost his quasi-sage aura and no longer locked onto Wei Shuyu.

Just as Wei Shuyu said, when the bag is opened and Qingping appears, they can sit down and have a good discussion.

Ancestor Zhulong looked at Wei Shuyu again, his condescending attitude disappeared, and he began to look squarely at the human monk in front of him.

Holding Qingping in hand, how can it be as simple as intercepting disciples?

Zhulong has been hiding from the world since the calamity of Long Han, but this does not mean that he is isolated from everything.

Zhulong knows everything in the three realms of the prehistoric times.

The Purple Electric Hammer of the Jie Sect is a personal possession of the leader of the Tongtian Sect. If it is given to a disciple of the Jie Sect, it can be said that that disciple has a very important status in the Jie Sect!

But Qingping...this is the spiritual treasure of the Tongtian leader!

The Master of Tongtian Cult passed down the spiritual treasure of the Proving Dao, clearly treating him as a successor and one of the Cult Masters of Jie Cult...

Zhulong pondered for a long time, stared at Wei Shuyu and asked again: "You have the aura of my ancestor Long brother in your body. How do you explain it? Have you obtained the inheritance of my elder brother?"

This time Wei Shuyu did not deny it again, but nodded directly, "Pindao has indeed obtained the inheritance of the ancestral dragon!"

"What is the inheritance?"

"Nine Transformations of the Ancestral Dragon!"

Ancestor Zhulong listened to the Nine Transformations of the Ancestral Dragon, his breathing became rapid and his mind trembled, "The Ninth Transformation of the Ancestral Dragon, it really is the Nine Transformations of the Ancestral Dragon, brother, he really left a backup plan!"

"If the Sihai Dragon Clan can practice the Nine Transformations of the Ancestral Dragon, they will be able to greatly improve the purity of their bloodline. The hybrid dragon will become a pure dragon, and the pure dragon bloodline will be raised to at least ninety. It may not be impossible to give birth to a true dragon!"

Since the calamity of the Long Han Dynasty, the Dragon Clan has been in a state of decline, retreating to the world and being slaughtered by others. Dragon liver and phoenix marrow have almost become a must-have dish at the top banquets in the ancient world...

Ancestor Zhulong knew that the Dragon Clan could no longer interfere with the affairs of the three realms, and the loss of one or two dragons would not affect the vitality of the Dragon Clan. The real great masters of the ancient times were afraid of Ancestor Zhulong and did not dare to go too far.

So I defaulted to 'dragon liver and phoenix marrow'.

Everything stems from the weakness of the dragon clan.

If the Dragon Clan has the Nine Transformations of the Ancestral Dragon, it will surely be revitalized!

Of course, Zhulong’s desire for the Nine Transformations of the Ancestral Dragon is not just to achieve the revival of the Dragon Clan!

But the Nine Transformations of Zulong is the relic of the eldest brother!

How magnificent was Brother Zulong when he was alive? All the scale armor clans of heaven and earth are under the command of the dragon clan. No one dares to disobey the orders given by the hundreds of millions of water clans!

Brother Zulong passed away, everything turned into dust, and nothing was passed down...

There seems to be no trace of the existence of the ancestral dragon in the three realms of prehistoric times.

Zhulong misses his elder brother so much and wants to tell this world and the later Wanling monks that my elder brother once stood at the top of that era!

After a few breaths passed, Zhulong's expression changed several times, including shock, excitement, joy and a hint of hope.

Behind Zhulong, Ao Guang, Ao Qin, Ao Run, and Ao Shun, the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas, opened their mouths in shock, "Chief Ancestral Dragon...'s nine transformations of the Ancestral Dragon?"

"The ancestor of Zhulong once said that although the Nine Transformations of Zhulong can improve the bloodline of the Water Tribe, it is not as good as one percent of the clan leader..."

"If all the dragons can practice the Nine Transformations of the Ancestral Dragon, wouldn't they all become real dragons?"

"Hiss!" Thinking of the real dragon, the dragon kings from all over the world took a breath of cold air, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble.

Ancestor Zhulong stood up slowly, approached Wei Shuyu, and asked solemnly and seriously: "How to negotiate?"

Wei Shuyu sat quietly in the middle of the main hall of the Dragon Palace, slowly picked up a cup of ten thousand years of ice brew, took two sips, looked directly at Zhulong and the Dragon King of the Four Seas, and said word by word: "The dragon clan will surrender to the human clan for one hundred thousand years!"

Zhulong listened to Wei Shuyu's request, his eyes widened, his face darkened, and he said coldly: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"The Dragons will never be slaves!"

Wei Shuyu said with a smile on his face, "Oh? Really? In the era of Emperor Jundong and Emperor Taiyi, the dragon clan surrendered, and in the Haotian era, the Rulong clan surrendered again, and now they surrender to the Jade Emperor Zhang Bairen?"

Wei Shuyu smiled and shook his head, no longer paying attention to Zhulong, and tasted the Ten Thousand Years Ice Brew. It was the treasure of the Dragon Clan. After a few sips, the mana in his body began to flow smoothly and quickly.

Ancestor Zhulong's eyes widened and he was choked by Wei Shuyu for a moment. He opened his mouth but could not speak.

Wei Shuyu is right.

Emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi is the Sun Star Emperor, the founder of the ancient Demon Court. He has ten demon saints and 365 demon gods under his command, commanding all heavens and realms.

At that time, the Long Han Tribulation had just ended. The Dragon Clan was seriously damaged and its foundation was lost. How could they dare to resist Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi? So the Dragon Clan chose to surrender!

Later, the Haotian era!

Haotian is Tong'er, the Taoist ancestor of Hongjun. He received the supreme order from the Taoist ancestor and should be regarded as the Great Heavenly Lord. In addition, Haotian has the late-stage cultivation of Quasi-Sage, so the Dragon Clan surrendered again.

After the Tribulation of the Gods, Haotian was recalled to Zixiao Palace by Taoist Hongjun, and Zhang Bairen, the Jade Emperor, became the Lord of Heaven.

Zhang Bairen and Haotian have a peaceful transfer of power, and nothing has changed...

Everything in Heaven has followed the rules of the Haotian era, and the Dragon Clan has not changed and still belongs to Heaven.

Zhulong was choked by Wei Shuyu for a long time, as if he had found a loophole in Wei Shuyu's words, his face was gloomy, and he said coldly: "When did our dragon clan surrender to the Jade Emperor? It was only Haotian back then!"

"Oh yeah? What's the difference?"

"Of course there is a difference!"

"My dragon clan has never declared surrender to the Jade Emperor!"

Wei Shuyu shook his head and smiled, "Substance is greater than form?"

"What is the explanation given by the Jinghe Dragon King?"

"When the Rulong people did not surrender to the Jade Emperor and the Dragon King of Jinghe was beheaded, what did the Rulong people say? What did they do?"

Ancestor Zhulong choked again, his face extremely gloomy.

Wei Shuyu was right. The Jade Emperor inherited the Heavenly Court from the Haotian era, and the dragon clan's allegiance changed from Haotian to the Jade Emperor. Although it was not stated explicitly, the reality remained unchanged.

The Jinghe Dragon King is the surrender of the dragon clan to the Jade Emperor!

There was silence for a long time in the main hall of Xihai Dragon Palace.

Wei Shuyu drank cup after cup of Wannian Ice Brew, which made Ao Run's heart bleed.

After drinking several glasses of ice brew, Wei Shuyu seemed to be feeling drunk, so he narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Haha, the Dragon Clan can surrender several times, but it cannot surrender to the Human Clan?"

"Emperor Jun, the East Emperor Taiyi cannot afford to offend the Rulong Clan, you cannot afford to offend Haotian, and Zhang Bairen controls the Heavenly Court after the Conferred Gods, the Rulong Clan cannot afford to offend either!"

"Our race is just a weak race, while the dragon race is a race that was born strong and had great glory, so you look down on the human race!"

Zhulong didn't speak, but Wei Shuyu could figure out what he was thinking in his heart.

The dragon race is an innately powerful race. Even if it declines, it cannot be compared to the human race!

A mere human race actually made the dragon race a slave?

The Dragon Clan is in decline. You can surrender to all races in the wild, but you cannot surrender to a mere weak human race!

Duang!

Wei Shuyu stood up suddenly and broke the wine glass. The jade fragments stirred up. The transparent spiritual mirror in the hall was shattered. Countless green plants and flowers were broken and lost their vitality.

"Do you still think the Dragon Clan is the Dragon Clan back then?"

"Do you know what Honghuang eats now? Dragon liver and phoenix marrow!"

"You know what it means to inflict a crime, so why bother? If you want to eat dragon liver, I will kill you as a dragon. Eat it now and kill it now!"

"Look down on our people? How dare you?"

"You have forgotten that the ancestor dragon died and fell. The glory of the dragon clan has become a thing of the past, but our clan still has the Three Sovereigns and the Five Emperors standing in our hands!"

"Look down on our human race?"

"I have been practicing cultivation for several years, but I am curious about the dragon liver."

"Want the Nine Transformations of the Ancestral Dragon? You can. Make a Dao Dao oath and pay tribute to me a dragon every year. The poor Dao will also come and taste the dragon blood, dragon liver, and dragon tendons."

After Wei Shuyu finished speaking, he slowly sat down, squinted his eyes slightly, and waited.

The silence in the main hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The veins on Zhulong Ancestor's forehead popped out, and he clenched his fists and made a squeaking sound. The late-stage quasi-sage's mana spurted out, locking Wei Shuyu with ferocious murderous intent.

Ao Guang, Ao Qin, Ao Run, and Ao Shun were also very angry. "How dare he speak? He still pays tribute to a dragon every year? If this continues for thousands of years, will there still be dragon clans in the world?"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The murderous intent of the Quasi-Saints in the later period is getting higher and higher.

Wei Shuyu, on the other hand, was half lying down, leaning on the coral seat, squinting his eyes slightly and shouting: "Here is the wine, here is the wine."

It took about half an hour.

Ancestor Zhulong finally suppressed his murderous intention, sat back on the chair, and waved his hand.
To be continued...