Chapter 218 My Father Zulong
"How about my transformation technique?"

While Yang Jian was speaking, he controlled the lotus incarnation to release the transformation technique he had applied to Qiuniu.

Qiuniu was finally able to stand up.

His body was covered in blood and his bones were faintly visible, all of which were caused by the bombardment of magic cast by his brothers.

Qiuniu looked ahead fearfully.

Luohu stood in the air, exuding an unbridled arrogance.

Qiuniu thought of the situation where he had just called out to heaven and earth but got no response.

I feel my heart trembling.

He recognized that this was one of the seventy-two transformations.

It is the magical power that made Nuwa famous.

Luohou practiced it to a very high level.

He can still use the art of transformation as a means of attack, and calling a deer a horse is just a piece of cake.

Luohou is already extremely difficult to deal with, and now he is involved with Nuwa.

At this time, Qiuniu regretted very much why he had offended Luohou.

He was put in such a dilemma.

He cannot retreat, the dignity of the dragon clan depends on his thoughts.

If he retreated, the dragon clan would become a laughing stock in the world.

He couldn't go in either. Originally, with the joint efforts of his brothers, he was confident that he could easily defeat Luohu's incarnation.

But after Luohou revealed his strange and unpredictable means of change, he couldn't help but back down.

It's like this, you can't advance or retreat.

The nine sons of Zulong all inherited Zulong's powerful recovery ability.

Qiuniu is no exception.

So after just a moment, the injuries that looked like they would kill him in the next second had almost recovered.

He suppressed his fear of Luohou and said, "The seventy-two transformations are certainly very brilliant, but they are Nuwa's magical powers, what does it have to do with you, Luohou?

Even though my brothers and I cannot do anything to you today, the slaughter of the Black Water Dragons must be resolved, if not today, then tomorrow."

"is it?"

Yang Jian raised the tip of his spear and pointed it at Qiuniu: "I was lucky enough to let you escape with your life, but now you are still so arrogant. You dragon bastards are really arrogant. Maybe you will only show kindness when you are about to die.

I have another magical power, which is that I can possess you. How about I play a game with you?

If you win, I will go with you to meet Zulong.

If you lose~"

"So what if I lose!"

Many dragon sons have not spoken yet.

Ya Zi asked first.

Only after asking did he realize something was wrong.

Several brothers around him looked at him with puzzled expressions.

They were born as dragons, and possessed the most noble bloodline in the ancient world.

There is no word "lose" in their lives.

Win or die!
After the great calamity of the demon god, the Ancestral Dragon roamed the wilderness. Wherever he passed, countless creatures interacted with him and gave birth to offspring with his bloodline.

At this point, only the reputation of these nine sons remained in the direct bloodline of the Ancestral Dragon.

It is because they are all winners in this bloody road to promotion.

They are the descendants of the Ancestral Dragon who defeated all competition in the past, so they can enjoy great glory today.

For the same glory as always.

They would never think of surviving.

Qiuniu's expression changed.

He saw the hidden cowardice in Yazi.

This is not obtrusive.

If it were anyone else, they wouldn’t have had much courage left after the battle with the incarnation of Rāhu just now.

Just like the several blood brothers who were looking on coldly at the surroundings at this moment.

They also wanted to survive, but they didn't dare to ask.

That kind of rhetoric of sacrificing one's life for justice is just to deceive the lower-ranking dragons and make it easier for them to sacrifice their lives.

Among the dragon clan's rulers, sacrificing one's life for justice, dying for fame, maintaining the glory of the ancestral dragon, etc., are more often just catchy slogans.

The nine sons of Zulong climbed to high positions with great difficulty in order to enjoy the glory, not to sacrifice their lives for the so-called dignity.

In comparison, Ya Zi is more courageous.

Thinking of this, Qiuniu stretched out his hoof to press against Yazi's back, indicating that he would support him from behind. "Lose? Of course I will take over your body. Your body and memories belong to me."

As soon as Yang Jian finished speaking, his body turned into a ball of white smoke and covered the many dragon sons.

The eight dragon sons did not dare to neglect.

They all used their magical powers to try to resist the approach of the white smoke.

However, they found that the white smoke was like an illusion. The attacks they launched could only cause it to shake, but could not hinder its speed of approaching at all.

Escape? The white smoke was coming at such a fast speed that they had no chance to escape.

They could only use simple self-defense measures as a consolation, and then watch the white smoke cover their heads.

After the white smoke dissipated, there was no trace of Luohou anywhere around.

Qiuniu looked at the brothers around him warily.

If what Rahu said is true, then he is possessed in one of them.

This means that apart from himself, the other seven brothers are not trustworthy.

If he felt so, then the other brothers must have felt the same way.

Qiuniu immediately understood Luohou's intention.

It was obvious that Luohou wanted to create a rift between them so that he could defeat them one by one.

The vigilant glances around them were exchanged.

Everyone is looking at each other.

And none of them were willing to speak first.

Qiuniu sighed in his heart.

Luohou has nothing in common with the reckless and murderous character as rumored.

In the brief confrontation before.

Everything he does reveals his cunning, unpredictable means and magical powers.

Could it be that the results of the Demon God's catastrophe were divided up by the dragon, phoenix, and unicorn, causing his temperament to change drastically?

Qiuniu couldn't figure it out.

He was born after the great catastrophe of the devil.

He was not very clear about ancient superstitions.

He glanced at the seven brothers who were connected by blood around him and said, "It is not a good idea for us to stand here. Luohou possesses any of us just to make us fall into suspicion and fighting. If we behave like this, we will fall into Luohou's trap."

"What do you have in mind?"

Ya Zi asked warily.

In the past, Ya Zi was the one who trusted and relied on Qiu Niu the most.

At this time, he did not call him "big brother".

Obviously, he was questioning Qiuniu's identity and his motives for speaking.

Qiuniu saw all his cautious behavior.

The other dragon sons had similar expressions, full of vigilance and alertness.

"Good idea? I don't have any good idea!"

Qiuniu shook his head slowly: "Instead of wasting time here, why don't we return to the East China Sea together and let my father Zulong break Luohou's tricks."

He suddenly said sternly, "If anyone retreats halfway, it must be Luohou who possesses him. We must join forces to attack him!"

Qiuniu's approach was not brilliant.

It can only be said to be a last resort.

This time, the pursuit of Luohou ended up in such a situation, and in the end they even had to rely on Zulong to break the predicament they were facing.

Qiuniu could already foresee what would happen after returning to the East China Sea.

They, the nine sons of Zulong, will surely become a laughing stock.

So what if I'm a laughing stock?
It’s better than losing your life!

He saw a hint of hesitation on some of the dragons' faces.

He went on to add: "If we get into an internal conflict at this time, we will surely be defeated one by one by Luohou in secret.

Don't worry that we will bring trouble to Zulong. Zulong is the first god who has never been seen before and will never be seen again. My father will definitely be able to break Luohou's magical power. Moreover, this magical power does not seem to be Luohou's method, but more like Nuwa's magical power. This crucial news must be informed to my father in time."

As soon as he said this, his proposal was agreed by the other dragons.

Many dragons flew towards the East China Sea.

Qiuniu finally felt relieved.

His frown did not relax, but became even tighter.

The threat from the incarnation of Rāhu was like a thorn in his throat, and he could not find peace for a moment.

(End of this chapter)