Douluo: My dear grandson, come quickly, Grandpa, I am Titled Douluo

Chapter 118 The black dragon appears: Is Your Majesty still safe?
Li Zhou's salute suddenly made the surrounding atmosphere a little awkward.

Ye Tian broke the atmosphere: "Old man, I came here this time to ask for something."

"Does the Zhou family have any books passed down from ancestors?"

If the legend of Black Mountain Town is true.

The Zhou family that guards the Dragon Tomb should have some inherited tokens.

"Your Excellency, you really don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything."

Li Zhou's wrinkled face showed no emotion or anger, and was as plain as her voice:
"My son died in your hands. Why do you think I will give it to you?"

Liu Er, a neighbor on the same street, stepped forward to comfort him and said:
"Li Zhou, your son Zhou Xing's death was entirely his own fault."

"You are old and don't know that your son Zhou Xing has done many evil things. Many of his fellow villagers have died at his hands over the years."

"The Lord of the City is already very merciful by not holding your whole family accountable."

"If there are any inheritance books, take them out."

"No matter what happens to Zhou Xing, he will always be my son."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Li Zhou looked up at Ye Tian with tears in her eyes.

"I know that with my son's character, this disaster will happen sooner or later."

"I don't mean to blame you too much. My Zhou family does have an ancient inheritance, but it's not a book."

"It's a painting. I'll go get it right now."

Li Zhou returned to her room tremblingly.

Li Zhou is old and is actually not afraid of death.

But she still has a bond in her heart.

She also has a daughter-in-law and a granddaughter.

Li Zhou was afraid that something might happen to them.

Not long.

Li Zhou took out a yellowed ancient painting and came to Ye Tian.

Explained: "This painting depicts a black dragon. Before my husband passed away, I once said that this painting has been passed down in his family for hundreds of years."

"But Lao Shen's husband didn't know the origin of this ancient painting. He only told Lao Shen once when he was drunk that the Zhou family was in Heishan Town to protect the Dragon God's cemetery."

Ye Tian's eyes lit up.

There is a play.

Plus the scroll confirmation given by Qian Daoliu.

The legends circulating in Black Mountain Town are most likely true.

Ye Tian took the yellow picture handed over by Li Zhou.

The ghost next to him came over and saw the dragon-shaped picture outlined with red lines on it, and couldn't help but wonder:

"Shouldn't this be a 'red' dragon?"

Immediately there was another sigh.

"There is only one dragon in this painting. It seems that there are no clues."

Ye Tian looked at it carefully and explained:
"Look carefully, there is a layer of black marks on the red."

"This black mark does not look like toner, but like the black rhizome of some kind of plant."

"My guess is that this picture was made of some kind of plant rhizome mixed with cinnabar, ground ink."

Ink made from toner can last for thousands of years without fading.

The rhizomes of plants obviously cannot achieve this preservation effect.

That's why the black in the picture fades away, leaving only the red color of cinnabar.

At this thought, Ye Tian seemed to understand something. Ye Tian turned his eyes and turned to the foreman and Liu Er who were leading him.

"Do you two know if there are any plant roots around that can be made into ink?"

"I know!" The foreman stood up and replied respectfully:
"Lord City Lord, my cousin went to private school for several years."

"My cousin is about the same age as me. The children at home are poor and cannot afford ink, so my husband sends them to the Black Mountain to collect black silver grass."

"I went collecting with my cousin."

"Is this kind of black silver grass only found on Black Mountain?" Ye Tian asked.

The foreman nodded: "Yes, this kind of grass doesn't like sunlight and will only grow on the shady side of the valley."

Hear words of certainty.

Ye Tianxiao looked at the ghost and used his soul power to communicate: "Uncle Ghost, I probably know the specific location of the dragon tomb."

The ghost has been listening to everyone's conversation.

At this moment, he smiled calmly and replied: "The Zhou family's method of hiding secrets is truly unique."

"Who would have thought that there are secrets hidden in ordinary paintings."

I got what I wanted.

Ye Tian did not stay in Zhou Mansion for long.After returning the painting to Li Zhou and leaving a few gold soul coins, he returned to Montenegro.

"That's it."

The back side of the Black Valley.

The foreman pointed to a large area of ​​lush black silver grass in front of him and said:
"Actually, I also find it very strange. The black silver grass here grows extremely lush."

Ye Tian said directly: "Send my order and have the militia blockade this place."

"Also, you go bring explosives and blow up this area."

"Yes!" the foreman agreed immediately.

Turn around and go to action.

at dusk.

More than a thousand militiamen arrived one after another.

The foreman, along with a group of professional blasters, has also finished placing the explosives.

With an explosion sounded.

The black silver grass disappeared.

Instead, there was a big black hole.

"Look down there, why is there still light!"

It's not completely dark yet.

Under the large hole, a light glowed.

This caused a lot of discussion among the surrounding militiamen.

"Be careful." Gui Mei stood in front of Ye Tian warily.

Ye Tian also looked solemn and ordered: "Soldiers around, step back one mile."

Just after the order was given.

The earth suddenly trembled.

Rumble!
It was like an earthquake, causing everyone to stand unsteadily.

"Who is disturbing the rest of my soul?"

An angry voice that comes from the soul, filling the souls of everyone around him.

When this voice appeared, Ye Tian felt his head tingling extremely.

It's like it's going to explode.

It's equivalent to being given a strong mental shock.

"Horse Talisman!" Ye Tianmo recited the first soul skill.

After adding a reply to himself, he steadied himself and took a long breath.

He looked around. The militiamen around him could no longer bear the impact. Everyone fainted.

At the same time, a black mist faucet condensed into the mid-air explosion.

In the clouds and mist, two groups of golden light seemed to open up, like two large lanterns, shining towards Ye Tian.

"Jie Jie Jie, among the younger generation of the human race, there are actually soul beasts that are comparable to 10 years old."

Yunwu Longtou spoke.

Then he looked at Ye Tian in surprise:

"You have a strange dragon-like aura about you that I have never seen before."

"Why are you two disturbing my peaceful rest?"

"Did His Majesty send you here?"

Looking at the mist faucet in front of him, Gui Mei felt that the amount of information was exploding.

The cloud dragon leader just said that he was just a trace of a dead soul?
The soul beast is dead after it is dead, how can it still talk?

And it can make even a titled Douluo feel threatened.

After some brainstorming, the ghost finally calmed down.

Your Majesty...are you referring to His Majesty the Pope?
The ghost shook his head: "It's not your Majesty, it's the Great Enshrinement."

"I came here on the orders of the great worshiper."

"Great enshrinement?" Yunwu Long tilted his head and wondered: "Why didn't I remember that the Dragon Clan has this position?"

Hearing this, Ye Tian knew it in his heart.

The person and dragon in front of them were not talking on the same channel at all.

Ye Tian took a step forward and said:

"Senior Black Dragon, the majesty you are talking about should refer to His Majesty the Dragon King."

(End of this chapter)