Originally, Yun Shibao planned to keep a low profile, but being low-key is not the same as being weak.

It is true that the current strength of the human race is indeed not strong, far from being able to compare with the dragon clan, the witch clan, and the demon clan, but Yun Shibao, as the lord of the human race, if he doesn't even dare to accept an invitation card, this is not to tell others that the human race is weak and can be bullied?

How could Yun Shibao not understand the principle of survival of the fittest, bullying the weak and fearing the hard, once the aliens feel that the human race is weak, they will definitely be like sideburns, frantically surrounding the human race and eating it that has just improved.

Another way of thinking, if they are tough enough, those alien races who have been robbed of the source of immortality by themselves will certainly hate themselves and the human race, but the world has not been upgraded to the legendary level, and before the gods have not been born, they will never dare to act rashly.

After all, although snatching back the source of immortality of their own race and suppressing the luck of the race is the first choice to avoid the disaster of the chosen one, if they can't do anything, they can also forcibly seize the source of immortality of other weak races, and barely make do with it.

Thinking of this, Yun Shibao suddenly brightened.

It's really messy if you care, I care so much about the human race that I haven't even figured out such a simple truth.

The essence of this world is that the strong are respected, as long as you are strong enough, let alone the source of immortality, it is to rob those wives and daughters of other races to warm the bed, and he has to stand by the bed to cheer you on.

"At night, change to the sedan chair made of the best spirit stone..."In the golden sedan chair, Yun Shibao closed his eyes and leaned on the soft body of the warbler, and said lightly.

…

"The dragon king has arrived, and the idlers have avoided it..."Yun Shibao and his party had just stayed in the distant restaurant, and a sharp voice sounded outside the restaurant.

Immediately afterward, I saw a line at the end of the street.

Leading the way was a group of armored Sea Clan soldiers, punching and kicking pedestrians and vendors, clearing the streets.

In the center of the procession, there is a pure gold dragon sedan chair that can only be lifted by the combined efforts of ninety-nine shrimp soldiers and ninety-nine crab generals.

On top of the dragon sedan chair, it is inlaid with colorful gemstones, half-human high blood coral, and pearls the size of a football...

At the four corners of the car roof, on each corner stood a turtle with a pointed head and a small face.

The shrill voice just now came from the mouth of the turtle.

"Ao Bing, I haven't seen you in an era, and your taste really hasn't increased at all..."

Immediately afterwards, a "woman" dressed in a red robe and wearing heavy makeup appeared at the entrance of the street on the other side.

At the woman's feet, there was a very fat toad more than a meter high.

"Demon Wushuang, not only has your taste not improved, but it has become much cheaper..."

"Why, now you don't even let go of the toad?" The dragon sedan chair stopped, the two maids lifted the sedan curtain, and a dragon head monster in a rolling dragon robe walked out of the sedan chair, glanced at the toad at the maid's feet,-for-tat.

The dragon clan and the demon clan are both big clans before the era, and they can be described as enemies of the world, if it weren't for the fact that this is the Heavenly City and no fights are allowed, the two sides have now started directly.

“… I heard that your ancestral grave in the Longyuan Trench was burned? ”

"Giggles, that's unfortunate." Hearing the words of the old dragon king, Demon Wushuang did not laugh angrily, covering his cherry mouth with one hand, giggling coquettishly.

"You did it?" The old dragon king's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a hint of danger in his eyes.

The Longyuan Trench is full of Xuanshui and dead air, and it is even more suppressed by the fourth-order consummate Dragon Clan Ancestor, who can have this ability to burn the Longyuan Trench at this stage, except for the demon clan and a few other great clans from several eras ago, he really can't think of anyone else who has such means.

"Hehe, my concubine is the horn of the sea that entered from your Longyuan trench..."Demon Wushuang left a meaningful smile for the Dragon King, and the lotus step moved lightly, a few flashes, and then walked into the distant restaurant.

"Ah Da, go and find out who came to the corner of the sea to take the road of our Longyuan Trench..."Looking at the back of Demon Wushuang, the Dragon King was thoughtful.

Immediately, he sat back in the sedan chair and said lightly.

The so-called knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent, winning all battles, the person who knows you best is often your enemy.

Although Demon Wushuang didn't say a few words just now, and his words were full of ridicule and schadenfreude, as an old opponent, Ao Bing already knew that the fire in the Longyuan Trench was mostly unrelated to Demon Wushuang.

So, who will it be? Wu clan and other eras before the great clan? Or a new race.

Hearing the words of the old dragon king, the eyes of a black-skinned turtle on the top of the sedan car moved, and the turtle shell on the back suddenly had countless mysterious tadpole texts.

These tadpoles flickered and swam as if they were alive, converging into a vague humanoid silhouette...

"Bang!" Just when the humanoid outline and facial features gradually became clear, there was a sudden soft sound, the turtle shell exploded, and the runes dissipated.

The black-skinned turtle rolled its eyes and lost its voice in an instant.

"Huh?" In the dragon sedan chair, after sensing the state of the black-skinned turtle, Ao Bing's face sank, and a trace of solemnity flashed in the dragon's eyes.

The shell of this black-skinned turtle can deduce innate gossip, predict good fortune and evil, and infer good and bad fortune, it is precisely because of the help of this black-skinned turtle that Ao Bing can become the master of the dragon clan branch in the 100,000 island region with the body of a mere miscellaneous blood dragon clan.

But now this turtle didn't even deduce the name of the other party, and it directly broke the shell and died, which had to make him think deeply.

In this case, either the other party has great power to protect and cover up the heavens, or it has a huge luck and has the potential to become the protagonist of the era, protected by the will of the universe...

The former is better, the dragon clan is a pre-epoch clan, and it belongs to one of the top forces among all the races, if you talk about the number of strong people, how many races are compared to the dragon clan?

But if it's the latter, it's a big problem, because it means that their dragons have another strong competitor.

"This matter, after the matter of the Heavenly Road is understood, it is still necessary to report it to the Upper Realm Ancestor..."Ao Bing muttered.

…

"Sure enough, it is worthy of the big family before the era, far from being comparable to us small families..."

With his eyesight, he could naturally see that whether it was the Dragon King Ao Bing or the Demon Wushuang who was neither male nor female, his cultivation realm had reached the level of the fourth-order consummation, the top of the world.

Especially the toad at the feet of Demon Wushuang is a fourth-order consummation beast, although his aura is a little unstable, he may not have beaten an old fourth-order consummation powerhouse like the Fire Girl, but it is a sure thing to crush his other nine female slaves.

(End of chapter)