Peerless Martial Soul

Chen Feng was shocked!

"The Black Gold Dragon King is so terrifying, but he is just a Black Gold Six-headed Dragon. And how powerful were their tribes in ancient times? Any one of them would be a nine-headed dragon?"

"Doesn't it mean that even the weakest ones are invincible?"

However, he did not show this shock.

Xuanjin Jiaohuang lowered his voice, looked at Chen Feng, and continued: "I have very few memories of my ancestors."

"However, there is one image that has been passed down from my ancestors. It is deeply rooted in my mind and is my deepest memory."

"I estimate that other memories may fade away, but this one will definitely not fade away. I will even pass it on to my future descendants."

"What picture?" Chen Feng's eyes flashed.

There was a trace of confusion and reminiscence in Xuanjin Jiaohuang's eyes, as if he was recalling something long ago.

Its eyes became misty and it said softly: "My ancestors, they seem to live in a very big garden."

"A very, very big garden!"

"A garden? Inside?"

Chen Feng frowned and interrupted Xuanjin Jiaohuang's words.

He noticed that Xuanjin Jiaohuang used the word "garden".

"That's right."

Xuanjin Jiaohuang nodded solemnly, his eyes very sure.

Chen Feng suddenly felt an extremely ridiculous feeling in his heart.

"Generally speaking, only the owner's pets will be kept in the garden!"

"Could it be that the Xuanjin Jiao Emperor, the Xuanjin Nine-headed Jiao back then, was such a powerful being? When he was the ancestor of the Xuanjin Jiao Emperor, was he actually treated as a pet?"

Chen Feng asked: "Are you sure your ancestors were very strong? How do they compare to you?"

"Of course he is much stronger than me!"

Xuanjin Jiaohuang said with great certainty: "They are nine-headed dragons, at least three realms higher than me!"

"Furthermore, our Xuanjin Jiaohuang clan often relies on the inheritance of magical powers. As the inheritance goes longer, the bloodline becomes weaker, and the magical powers we know become less and less."

"When you come to me, you will be reborn."

"And those who were killed by you don't have any magical powers."

"My ancestors knew at least dozens of magical powers, which means..."

Chen Feng continued: "In other words, not only are you three realms lower than them, but your real combat power is even weaker. The gap in real combat power between you is even more than three realms?"

Xuanjin Jiaohuang nodded bitterly: "Although I don't want to admit it, it is indeed the case."

"Moreover, the Xuanjin Jiaohuang clan was extremely prosperous at that time, with hundreds in number. Not only did their average strength reach the ninth level of the Xuantian realm, but there were often masters who surpassed the ninth level of the Xuantian realm!"

When Chen Feng heard this, his heart was instantly filled with shock.

A master who has surpassed the ninth level of Xuantian Realm!

"In other words, he has surpassed the Nine-Star Martial Emperor."

"This Xuanjin Nine-Headed Jiao clan seems to have extremely powerful bloodline. I'm afraid they can also be called the remnants of ancient times!"

"So……"

Chen Feng's thought just now came to him again, and he slowly said in his heart: "Who can raise the ancient relics as pets? Who has such means?"

"What kind of terrifying existence is that?"

Chen Feng suddenly realized that he had missed a question just now.

There was a look of disbelief on his face and he said: "You mean, your tribe numbered hundreds at that time?"

"That's right!"

"So, hundreds of black gold nine-headed dragons are raised in a garden. How big must this garden be?"

Chen Feng said in shock.

"good."

Xuanjin Nine-Headed Jiao said softly: "I feel very shocked too."

It had obviously thought about similar issues before, and it spoke very quickly at this time, expressing all its previous thoughts.

"The size of that garden seems to be equivalent to the world of Xuanming Seven Seas."

"No, that garden is even bigger than the entire Xuanming Seven Seas Realm! Countless times bigger!"

"My ancestors, in their memories, they have lived in that corner of the garden for countless years and reproduced for countless generations."

"However, it only occupies a corner of the garden."

At this time, Chen Feng had somewhat calmed down the shock in his heart.

He said in a deep voice: "Where did your ancestors live?"

"I don't remember where it is. It seems to be a huge continent, because it is surrounded by water."

A flash of light flashed through the eyes of the Xuanjin Nine-Headed Jiao, and he lost his voice:

"No, it's not a continent!"

"I remembered, it was a small island on a huge river! On one side of the island, we live!"

There it whispered, telling everything it knew.

Chen Feng's heart beat violently as he listened.

"For a race the size of the Black Gold Nine-headed Jiao, their needs are actually very large."

"Don't talk about anything else, just hunting."

"If the range is not large, I'm afraid they will eat up all the food in this area soon."

"To feed a black gold nine-headed dragon, I'm afraid it would take at least tens of thousands of miles or hundreds of thousands of miles in such a large area!"

"As for such a group of black gold nine-headed dragons, it would take millions of miles to feed them!"

"With a radius of millions of miles, such a large area is just a part of that small island? A corner?"

"And this island, which is as huge as a continent, is actually just a small island in the middle of a river?"

"No, even in the mouth of Xuanjin Nine-Headed Jiao, it is not even a river island, at most it can only be regarded as a river sandbank!"

Chen Feng took a breath:

"Then how wide must this river be? I'm afraid that this huge river can accommodate many worlds!"

"And such a big river is just a small stream in this garden!"

"The farthest place they have ever been is a sandbar nearby, and they flew for a whole month just to get to that sandbar."

"And there is an extremely terrifying flying dragon living on the sandbank. These flying dragons almost tore them to pieces. After the black gold nine-headed dragon suffered heavy losses, they quickly returned to where they lived."

These messages continued to flow into Chen Feng's mind.

Chen Feng asked a crucial question.

He stared at the Xuanjin Nine-Headed Jiao and said, "Are you sure that your ancestors were really raised in it?"

"Are you sure this is not your hallucination? Or is it wrong information?"

Chen Feng asked this question, which was actually ridiculous. Because the news about Xuanjin Jiaohuang is almost impossible to make mistakes.