Lan Yusheng's demon elixir has basically recovered, and his original spells have become much stronger after practicing these days.

The sun rose slowly in the east. Wang Shuo took out the Sinan Mirror, checked the direction and said, "Just continue heading south."

Then several people jumped into the sea and followed Wang Shuo towards the front.

...

The city under the sea is the domain of the dragon clan, and it is also one of the few areas of the sea clan that can be strictly divided on the map. At this moment, the baptism of becoming a dragon is being held once in a century, and hundreds of newly adult dragon clan will return to the city.

The center was baptized by the Dragon King.

After receiving baptism, the dragons with strong qualifications will be given the cultivation skills by the Dragon King, while those with insufficient qualifications can only practice on their own. There is very little chance of getting ahead, and many will leave the dragon clan on their own.

It is for this reason that in human records: the dragons seen at the sea border are often killed, while the dragons seen in the sea are often fierce.

The six people advanced in the sea for a long time. Wang Shuo looked at the map and saw that ahead was the Jiaolong Clan territory. Having passed the Jiaolong Clan territory, it meant that they had already passed half of the sea area.

"Ahead is the realm of the Jiaolong Clan. The Jiaolong Clan is a race that attaches great importance to bloodline. It is willing to make friends with monsters of high bloodline and is very indifferent to monsters of low bloodline. Of course, if you are strong enough, the Jiaolong Clan will ignore you.

My bloodline is on good terms with you." Wang Shuo said.

"Doesn't that mean that Sister Qingji, me, and Meng'er will be blocked by them?" Xin'er said.

Lan Yusheng snorted coldly: "Then let's fight and let them know our strength."

Linshuang thought: "The blood of the Jiaolong clan is considered to be the top of the entire demon world, almost the ruler of the sea area, and its strength cannot be underestimated. Try not to have random conflicts. The five of us are no match for the entire Jiaolong clan."

Wang Shuo shook his head: "I am very curious about these dragon clans. I have heard of them in the past, but never seen them. No matter what, I have to see them, even if I fight them, I have to fight them in. Otherwise, what is the purpose of this journey?"

"Wang Shuo is right." Qingji agreed: "Isn't this journey just to gain knowledge? You have to fight in it."

...

One day later, a huge underwater city appeared in front of several people. No fish could be seen within several miles, making this underwater city look very deserted.

From a distance, there is no wall outside the city, but there are many dragons parading around it.

Several people looked at these dragons, which looked like snakes, with fleshy membranes behind their gills, a pair of sharp horns growing out from the back of their heads, and scales all over their bodies. They looked like dragons but had no claws, no wings, no feathers, and came in different colors.

Just to defend the city, there are eight levels. You can imagine how terrifying the high-qualified dragons in the city are. The Dragon King is most likely a god-shaped dragon.

Before Wang Shuo and the others were completely close, several rays of spiritual consciousness were locked on the six of them, and the source was none other than the dragons guarding the city.

"You have divine consciousness at the eighth level? It is indeed an ancient race with the blood of dragons in ancient times." Wang Shuo smiled and flew towards several dragons, and the others naturally followed behind Wang Shuo.

The dragons guarding the city immediately gathered together and turned into eight men: "Whose clan are you? You dare to invade the territory of the dragon clan."

Wang Shuo smiled at them after landing: "We are traveling around, I wonder if we can enter the city to see something?"

The eight people sneered and looked at Wang Shuo and the others: "In the past, this wolf clan might not be able to fit in. The others are all little monsters. There is no way to get in, let alone a human clan.

"

"What about today?" Wang Shuo said with a smile.

The eight people took out their magic weapons: "Today, no one can enter the territory of the Dragon Clan unless they follow the rules of the Demon Clan and defeat us."

Wang Shuo touched his chin and looked at a few people: "Do you dare to ask the five of you to deal with eight dragons?"

Qingji, who was originally very arrogant, also restrained himself a little at this time: "This is the Jiaolong clan. There are still so many of them, so it's not good."

Lan Yusheng curled his lips. He had threatened to fight before, but now he was obviously weak: "I didn't expect that the dragon clan's bloodline suppression is even more powerful than that of the golden eagle, and there are so many of them..."

"Bloodline suppression?" Wang Shuo was slightly surprised. As a heavenly demon, he had never experienced what bloodline suppression felt like.

Wang Shuo raised his eyebrows: "Even so, you can't be afraid. All living beings are equal and we have the right to survive. Bloodline is only for physical checks and balances, not to limit our steps."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Shuo's eyes turned red. Lin Shuang and other heat suddenly felt that his mana had increased significantly. His mana had skyrocketed from the original eighth level to tenth level. Meng'er even directly obtained the mana of the late Nascent Soul.

The eight dragons felt the surge of aura from several people, their expressions changed slightly, and the magic weapons in their hands were directed towards them.

Wang Shuo's figure blurred and disappeared. When Lin Shuang and others saw this, they had to take action.

At this moment, the magic weapons of several people turned into jet black color, and Lan Yusheng took out the Zhui Feng Fei in his hand, instantly creating a huge whirlpool.

Linshuang's frost fangs swept across the blade, and an ink-colored direwolf that was twice as big as Linshuang immediately appeared and suddenly grabbed the dragons with its claws.

The arrows shot by the King Qing Bow in Qing Tiewei looked casual, but their power was indeed several times greater than before; Xin'er's Snow Demon Bone Knife came out directly, turning into a snow demon and pounced on the dragon.

A formation formed under Meng'er's feet, and the eight dragons suddenly felt a thousand-weighted force pressing on them.

As soon as they met each other, the eight dragons were beaten to death before their magic power was revealed. Lin Shuang and others were shocked: "What a powerful magic power."

Wang Shuo then appeared and smiled: "As long as you have enough strength, you don't need to care about bloodline at all, and there is no need to be afraid of the so-called dragon."

Linshuang looked at the gradually fading ink color of Bingshuang Fang in his hand: "But this is not our own strength after all."

At this time, the eight people got up from the ground, revealing the body of the dragon. They opened their mouths and roared, and layers of sound waves came out of their mouths. Although they had no power, they could spread extremely fast.

This sound reached the ears of the Jiaolong King in the city. His expression changed slightly and he looked at the woman beside him: "Yanyu, go and see what kind of monster dares to trespass into our Jiaolong Clan territory. If the other party is really difficult to deal with,

...just have good hospitality and don’t let them spoil the baptism.”

The woman nodded, her face extremely cold: "Yes." After saying that, she turned into a red dragon and swam out of the city.

Outside the city, Linshuang and others took advantage of the serious injuries of these dragons to teach them a lesson again.

Lan Yusheng said: "Do you have dragon blood? Grandpa, I still have phoenix blood!"
Chapter completed!