Chapter 925: An Old Man and a Young Boy

Inside the formation.

Jiao Jing slowly opened his eyes, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, he felt comfortable all over, as if countless warm currents were flowing through his limbs and bones, removing the impurities and hidden injuries in his body one by one.

He understood that this was the power given to him by his predecessors to help him improve his physique and lay a solid foundation for further cultivation in the future.

Slowly standing up, he stretched his legs and waved his claws comfortably, and then was stunned for a moment.

This... is my body?

Am I dreaming?

He stared blankly at his jade-like luster, fine and hard scales and thick and agile body, and couldn't help but tremble his claws and keep stroking his body.

And this scene happened to be seen by Zhan Nianchuan who entered the formation.

He felt a little hot and couldn't help shouting: "Can you stop touching yourself?"

Jiao Jing was startled and blushed, and hurriedly knelt down and saluted: "Jiao Jing greets the benefactor."

"Get up, you grandpa and grandson have too many etiquettes, be more casual." Zhan Nianchuan waved his claws.

"Puff! Puff..."

With a few consecutive strange noises, a fishy smell came to the nose, like the strange smell of rotten rats that had been dead for hundreds of years, and the two dragons retreated several steps.

Frowning, Zhan Nianchuan shook his head repeatedly, waved his claws together and made dozens of spiritual seals in succession, and then stomped his feet heavily.

A burst of spiritual light flashed wildly around, then faded and disappeared, dozens of formation flags soared into the sky, and then fell into Zhan Nianchuan's claws.

The two dragons didn't want to stay for a breath, and immediately flashed to the upwind side of the island, and then let out a long breath.

It's so damn stinky!

After dozens of breaths, a dragon with golden light all over its body, covering its butt, soared into the sky, then plunged into the water, stirring up water splashes all over the sky.

After a cup of tea, Jiao Mingyu, who had washed himself clean, rushed to the shore and knelt down in front of Zhan Nianchuan.

Seeing Jiao Jing still standing there stupidly, Jiao Mingyu got angry, stretched out his tail and dragged him over, then knelt down without saying anything, pressing his head.

"Very good, swear a great oath of heaven, serve me as your master, obey all my orders, and do not disclose any information about me to the outside world in any form." Zhan Nianchuan ordered.

After dozens of breaths.

Two golden lights fell from the sky and landed on the foreheads of Jiao Jing and his grandson.

Jiao Mingyu was so happy that he grinned and laughed, while Jiao Jing on the side still felt a little awkward, but seeing his grandfather so happy, he also laughed.

Zhan Nianchuan also found it a little funny to look at the two men he had accepted in the Endless Sea, one old and one young.

After laughing for a while, Zhan Nianchuan simply sacrificed the White Cloud Boat, then took them into the flying boat and shot towards the south.

......

Millions of miles away.

In the endless ocean, a huge island stood in the wind and waves.

The lower half of the island was all gray-brown rocks, while the upper and middle parts were green fields and undulating mountains, interweaving into a breathtaking natural picture.

In the heart of this island, a majestic city stood tall, its blue walls winding like a giant dragon, both rough and exquisite, showing the unique majesty and momentum of the Jiaolong clan. The layout of the city was well-organized, with both magnificent palaces and temples, enshrining the ancestors and gods of the Jiaolong clan, and bustling markets, with all kinds of rare treasures and rare medicinal materials, attracting merchants and travelers from all directions.

This is Qinghu City, one of the eight major cities of the Jiaolong clan, and the territory under the jurisdiction of the Eighth Saint Son.

At this time, in a magnificent palace with the highest terrain close to the foot of the mountain, a handsome man with a big red mole between his eyebrows, like a dancing flame, was walking out of the room in dishevel, looking at a man in black who was kneeling on the ground with an unhappy face.

"Jiao Teng, this Saint Son has long told you not to disturb me when I am having fun. What big thing do you have this time? Tell me!"

I don't know if it will take ten days or half a month for you to have fun. If you delay too much time, you will blame me. Jiao Teng complained in his heart, but he was still very respectful:

"Saint Son, there is indeed an important matter to report. A day ago, Jiao Mengke, the gatekeeper of Sihua City, sent someone to bring a drop of blood. According to him, it is very likely to be an extremely rare ancient bloodline!"

The next moment, he felt his body lighten and the whole person left the ground.

The handsome face of the Eighth Saint, Jiao Quan, looked extremely ferocious, and he shouted loudly: "Why are you reporting it now? Where is that drop of blood?"

A trace of anger flashed in the eyes of Jiao Teng, who was in the late stage of transformation, but his face was still respectful, and he held a small jade bottle and a page of book in his hands.

He impatiently snatched the jade bottle, and Jiao Quan excitedly opened the bottle stopper, and looked at the drop of blood at the bottom of the bottle, which was as red and crystal as a blood diamond.

He sniffed the bloody smell deeply, and his expression became more and more excited.

"Okay, okay, a mere drop of blood has such a strong blood breath, ancient blood, absolutely ancient blood. This guy's father and grandfather must have been a generation of Jiaolong royal family. Such a strong and pure blood, and it happened to be in Sihua City, it was born for me, Jiao Quan, to return to my ancestors, haha~"

Seeing Jiao Quan laughing wildly, Jiao Teng's face twitched for a moment, and he continued to report in a low voice: "Saint Son, Jiao Mengke's soul tablet was broken yesterday."

The laughter stopped abruptly. Jiao Quan was furious and grabbed Jiao Teng's neck, spitting saliva on his face, "What did you say? Jiao Mengke is dead? Where is the dragon of the ancient bloodline?"

"I don't know, but we have his blood and claw marks. As long as he is still in our dragon clan, it should not be difficult to find him." Jiao Teng suppressed his anger and answered respectfully with his head down.

"You take people to Sihua City immediately, and bring the dragon back to me intact no matter what! Do you hear me!" Jiao Quan's voice was almost a roar.

Jiao Teng pulled his face, turned around and strode out of the hall, "I will go now, and the Holy Son just wait for good news."

Only Jiao Quan, who was worried about gains and losses and laughed and worried, was left there.

......