"This is natural, but we have only a few real dragon information we have so far, and we must not know the others. However, sir, what does this mean?" Qianhen widened his eyes, very puzzled.

Long Junchen ignored Qianhen's puzzled gaze, smiled faintly, looked at the busy dragon guards back and forth in the mine with his hands behind his back, paused and said frivolously: "Hmph, since so many people are looking for real dragons and so many people want to be the damn dragon slayers, then I will go to them and kill all the dragon slayers that should be killed, and wipe out the roots. If you finish them all, wouldn't it be easy!"

"Sir, this is probably not realistic." Qianhen felt a little depressed when he heard that Long Junchen had this idea, and his face showed bitterness. He rubbed his hands in embarrassment. Long Junchen walked towards the innermost tomb indifferently, and did not continue to discuss that issue with Qianhen.

This time, Long Junchen's mood when he entered this tomb was very different from the previous one. He glanced leisurely and whistled casually, but his hand inadvertently touched his waist. He turned his head and said to Qianhen, "Deacon Qian, hiss, you said my friend was fine before, then, I want to ask you, what is the thing under the sea? Isn't it a bone?"

Long Junchen's eyes began to become cold as he spoke. When he spoke at the end, his face became completely gloomy. Qianhen frowned and wanted to pretend to be confused, Long Junchen ignored these things at all. The dragon pattern true energy gathered in the palm of his palm. He shouted loudly, without fear of disturbing the black slept. He slapped the bottom of the sea with his palm. Suddenly, thousands of feet of sea water were shot out directly, and the sea water splashed everywhere, revealing the entire picture of the sea bottom.

Qianhen's breathing suddenly became rapid when he saw that scene. He saw that the bottom of the water was covered with lush white bones, so dense that they could hardly see the black ones that originally belonged to the ground, all white, just like a layer of white cloth covered with eyes. The obvious characteristics of the skull and sternum mean that these bones belong to humans. Thousands of people had died here, and the corpses had been settled here for thousands of years, and one dry bone after another was revealed in front of the two.

"What is this?" Long Junchen shouted angrily, and asked with a fierce look on his face. His mouth seemed to be able to spit out fire.

Qianhen almost fainted when Long Junchen roared like this. Several deacons beside him saw that Qianhen and the Guardian had a conflict without warning. Although they didn't know what happened, they all rushed over to ask the reason. One of the young people saw Qianhen's red neck and almost cried. He pulled Long Junchen away, swallowed his saliva under Long Junchen's angrily gaze, and raised his head bravely and said, "Oh, Guardian, you really misunderstood us. These corpses are all from those invaders. Well, this guy Black Seed does want to eat people, but he only eats damn people. Your friend is fine now. We have sent him outside. You can meet again later."

Long Junchen's heart moved. Seeing that this man looked like he didn't seem to be lying, every word was sincere, and every word was not perfunctory. He groaned, let go of his hand that grabbed Qianhen's collar, let out a heavy breath, turned his head aside, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I've lost my composure, but the ugly words are in front. If you can't see my friends, no one of you here will want to go out!"

When everyone heard Long Junchen's words, look at me, and look at you, there was no fear at all. Some were actually excited because they could feel that Long Junchen's anger just now was very sacred, a kind of sacred ruler of the world. Their dragon guardians needed this kind of arrogant and bloody guardian to lead them. With Long Junchen there, they could better deter those dragon slayers who were ignorant of life and death.

Black Devouring was still swimming quietly in the water. Long Junchen felt that the black back was not as terrifying as before. Instead, there was a few more lazy and cuteness. From time to time, deacons carried the corpses of the dragon slayer found in the mine cave. These people were all wearing dark combat uniforms and had no serious wounds on their bodies. There was just a dark hole in their foreheads or on their left chests, which showed that these dragon guards did kill themselves in one blow and were well-trained.

These people who were carried in were like invaders. These deacons quickly threw these dragon slayers into the water. Long Junchen saw this scene and basically believed the words of the young man just now. Seeing that Hei Shi was very calm and had nothing unusual, he clapped his hands and said to Qianhen: "Deacon Qian, I think it's almost done here. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

Long Junchen looked like he had already regarded himself as the top leader here, and he spoke with a leadership style. Those deacons were happy to see Long Junchen accepting this position, and willingly wanted to be Long Junchen's subordinates. They ran around and were even a little flattering. After all, with such a powerful guardian, their burden would be lighter, and they would be more confident in facing those dragon slayers.

As soon as Long Junchen was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something. Their people went down to the mine cave and subdued demons, not to do good deeds, or protect black devours. Their purpose was clearly to find dragon-patterned porcelain and some other treasures.

For Long Junchen, dragon-patterned porcelain is no longer important now. The reason why Long Junchen has always been so enthusiastic about dragon-patterned porcelain is mainly because of his own life experience and the secret of blood in his body. Long Junchen originally did not value the value of the porcelain and the ancient copper odor. Therefore, since he has solved all kinds of doubts, Long Junchen does not need to dig deep into the question and take away the dragon-patterned porcelain. Some things should be left where it belongs. The Centurion Dragon Slaying Picture is the natal porcelain that belongs to Black Devour. Long Junchen simply wants to leave it here for Qianhen and the others to protect it.

But no matter what, Long Junchen could wave his sleeves and not take away a cloud. Li Feifei and Bandel could not just pass it off. After all, they specifically notified Long Junchen that there were dragon-patterned porcelains here. If there were no Bandel, Long Junchen would not have received such news, and everything afterwards would not have happened naturally. Therefore, Long Junchen still had to give Bandel and the others an explanation, at least he would have to touch a few antiques to fool him. Regardless of the value, he had to be upright! Not only should he wave his sleeves, but he also had to take away the clouds!...
Chapter completed!