Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

Zhao Mu's words aroused the anger of the dragon undead.

They are a majestic dragon clan that once shocked the entire Southern Territory.

Even though they have been dead for many years and are lingering in the Dragon Burial Valley, they still think that they are extremely noble.

For a mere human race to want them to be their thugs was simply an insult to their noble bloodline.

The powerful death energy began to gather, and the dragon undead souls were writhing and swimming, looking as if they were about to take action.

Tiger King swept his eyes coldly, raised his huge foot, and stepped down hard.

Boom!

The entire Dragon Burial Valley was shaken, countless huge cracks opened in the earth, and even the peaks around the valley were shaken to the point of collapse.

The rich death energy was repelled by layers of astonishing magic power, and the black mist around Tiger Lord's huge body was instantly swept away.

Also being knocked away were the undead dragons.

They, who pride themselves on being noble, are as weak as loaches in front of Tiger Lord.

Only the golden dragon at the head could barely withstand the raging magic power of the Tiger Lord with his cultivation in the Immortal Realm.

But he could only barely resist. His strength was far inferior to that of Tiger Lord.

After all, Tiger Lord was just intimidating, not really attacking.

"hehe."

Zhao Mu chuckled, sat down cross-legged, and reached out to gently stroke the soft hair on the tiger's head: "Everyone, my friend has a bad temper, so if we have something to talk about, don't do anything, otherwise it will definitely not be me who dies. "

The expressions on the faces of all the dead dragons were ugly, and the coffin boards could no longer cover their aggrieved bodies.

The leader, Jin Long, looked ugly and asked, "Smelly Taoist priest, what do you want to do?"

"As I said, Pindao is here to conquer you."

"Hmph, don't be delusional. Even if the sun goes down, we, the Dragon Clan, will never surrender to anyone. You'd better go."

"Why are you so stubborn?"

Zhao Mu shook his head: "You are here in the Dragon Burial Valley, and you will be eroded by the death energy every day. Every day, the souls of your clan members will be scattered because of this."

"Think about it, from the day you died to today, how many of your tribe have completely left this world, without even the chance of reincarnation?"

"Do you really want all the people in Dragon Burial Valley to be wiped out? Do you really not want to take revenge?"

revenge?

The breathing of the undead dragons stagnated, and their expressions turned murderous.

Over the years, they have never forgotten the day when Dragon Burial Valley was destroyed, nor the mysterious enemy who killed all their clansmen in an instant.

They think about revenge all the time.

It's a pity that they are unable to do anything. Even to this day, they don't know who the mysterious enemy is?

They had no choice but to linger in the Dragon Burial Valley, watching helplessly as the souls of each clan member continued to fly away.

They knew very well that if they continued like this, they might not be able to take revenge on the day when all their clansmen would be wiped out.

Suddenly, Jin Long stared at Zhao Mu: "Could it be that...you have a way to avenge us?"

"Not just to avenge you, but also for myself."

"What's the meaning?"

"It's simple, we have a common enemy."

Jin Long looked stunned: "You mean you already know who that person is?"

"good."

Zhao Mu nodded: "The person who killed your entire clan back then was the God Lord respected by the seven spiritual saint clans."

It's him?

The undead dragons looked at each other in disbelief, but they seemed to have no choice but to believe it.

The God Lord of the Seven Spiritual Saint Clan is a well-known and extremely powerful person on the Purple Void Continent.

There are even rumors that that god is one of the five great masters in the world.

But those are just rumors, because the God Lord of the Spirit Saint Clan has never revealed his true form in the world, so no one can be sure of his true identity.

But in the eyes of the dragon undead, only the five great masters, who are infinitely close to the terrifying existence of human gods, are capable of annihilating their entire clan in an instant.

Jin Long gritted his teeth and asked, "Do you know the true identity of the God Lord?"

"It's not clear yet, but since we know that he is the divine master of the Seven Great Spiritual Saint Clan, there are traces to follow if we want to find out his true identity."

Zhao Mu said calmly: "However, the true identity of the God Lord is not the most important to us, because we are not strong enough. Even if we know his identity, we will not be able to take revenge."

"So the most important thing for us right now is to keep a low profile and strengthen our own strength until the day we have enough strength to take revenge."

"The most important thing for you is to find a way to protect the lives of your tribe. Only by surviving can you have a chance to regain your strength and even become stronger than before. Do you understand?"

"It's easy to say, don't you think we haven't thought of a way?"

Jin Long shook his head: "We have thought of countless ways, but we still can't prevent the demise of our tribe. The death aura in the Dragon Burial Valley is too strong, and it will do too much harm to our dragon souls."

"Haha, now that Pindao is here, there will naturally be a way to help you survive. It just requires you to pay the price of your freedom."

"any solution?"

"It's very simple. Pindao has the means to canonize all of your clansmen as the Gods of Incense and Fire. By then, you will not only be able to continue to live, but also continue to make yourself stronger."

"I believe that one day, both you and I will have the most powerful power in the world. Will it be difficult to take revenge then?"

"The God of Incense?"

The Golden Dragon sneered, "Are you kidding me? Do you know how many people we have? Do you know how much foundation is needed to canonize all of us as the God of Incense?"

"Stinky Taoist, whether you really have a grudge against the God or not, it is too immoral to make fun of a group of dead people like me."

"Make fun? Haha, I am not that bored."

Zhao Mu looked cold and suddenly waved his hand lightly.

The aura behind him rolled, as if a space door had opened.

Through the door, you can see a land covered by a big tree. The breath emitted from the big tree is the rich merit of incense.

"Is that... Incense Peach Wood?"

The dragon dead spirits were all stunned, staring with wide eyes, as if they had seen the most incredible thing in the world.

The golden dragon cried out in horror: "Impossible, the last incense peach tree in the world was destroyed tens of thousands of years ago, how could you still have such a rare spiritual root?"

"This is not something you should consider."

Zhao Mu said calmly: "Now you have two choices, either agree to submit to me, I can naturally help you reduce the death energy, take you back to canonize the incense god, so that you can continue to survive and have the opportunity to take revenge."

"Or, you refuse me, then I can only erase your memory of today and leave, from now on we don't know each other, you stay here and fend for yourself."