Dragon God Temple, main hall.

The lights are dim.

There was silence around.

Wen Zilong could hear his heartbeat.

The Lord of the Palace, Yalong Ezelas's clone, said to Wen Zilong:

"Since the ancient land of the Moon God, I began to pay attention to you."

"I know you, Dekong Sect, establish the Dragon Xiao Nine Heavens Empire, destroy Chaotian Sect and Piaomiao Immortal Sect. You are indeed very strong."

Wen Zilong was shocked.

The palace master saw Wen Zilong's gaze, laughed and said:

"I know the questions in your heart. You are thinking, since I know what you do, why not pursue you for killing the disciples of the Dragon Temple."

"Actually, the answer is very simple. They blame it themselves."

Wen Zilong was a little surprised.

The Lord of the Palace continued:

"The Dragon Temple is a force founded by Lord Along Ezeras who sent me to the world. The purpose is to maintain the security and stability of the entire Tusu Star."

"But over time, some guys in the Dragon Temple became arrogant and arrogant. They looked down on everything and regarded everything outside the Dragon Temple as nothing."

"So, their deaths are caused by their own fault."

Wen Zilong said in his heart: I believe your nonsense for the time being.

On the surface, he nodded and said, "The Lord of the Palace is wise."

The Lord of the Palace continued:

"I'm here today, there is a task. Of course, you can choose not to accept it. This task is not mandatory."

"This task is not given to you by me, but by Lord Yaron Ezelas."

Wen Zilong complained in his heart:

Isn't this nonsense?

You are the clone of Aron Ezelas.

Your thoughts are naturally the same as his.

The palace master then said:

"You should already know that Lord Yalong Ezelas lost an egg, I..."

Just as he said this, Wen Zilong raised his hand and said:

"Well, can I interrupt? You keep saying that Lord Azerath's eggs, is he male... or male sub-dragon?"

The palace master looked a little bad when he heard this.

"You say this, you are disrespectful to Lord Yaron Ezelas."

Wen Zilong nodded and said sincerely:

"Well, okay. Now I respect him, you keep going."

The palace master continued:

"This egg was born hundreds of thousands of years ago by the wife of Lord Yaron Ezelas..."

Wen Zilong raised his hand again and said, "Sorry, I'll interrupt it again. Is Yalong's life span for hundreds of thousands of years?"

The palace master was speechless and said:

"The lifespan of the dragon starts at a minimum of a thousand years. Every time the first level is increased, the lifespan will be increased by one thousand years. However, Lord Azerath of the dragon was cursed by the Immortal Dragon Clan, so his lifespan is endless."

Wen Zilong said: "Give me a dozen such curse."

The palace master has a black line:

"Do you think the curse of the Undead tribe is that good?"

Wen Zilong said: "A curse, endless life is not good?"

The palace master said: "The Undead tribe first designed it, so that Lord Yalong personally deprived Mrs. Yalong's wife of her own and snatched Lord Yalong's children. Then he cursed Lord Yalong to have an endless life span. In this way, Lord Yalong will live in permanent pain."

Wen Zilong nodded and said:

"Well, this is a bit miserable."

The palace master said again:

"The most important thing is that the hatching of sub-dragon eggs is carried out by female sub-dragons. Without female sub-dragons, the eggs cannot be hatched. That is to say, even if the egg is found now, it cannot be hatched."

"Killing your wife with your own hands makes it impossible for your children to hatch. This kind of pain is not something we can understand at all. And Lord Yaron Ezelas has been suffering forever. This is definitely the most vicious curse."

Wen Zilong nodded deeply in agreement.

But I was still thinking in my heart: I'll give me a dozen such curse.

Anyway, I have no wife or children.

Moreover, even many people in film and television dramas have said that eternal life is just endless pain.

However, the family is willing to bear such pain.

The palace master then said:

"So the only way to relieve Lord Yalong Ezelas' pain now is to find the egg and bring it back to him."

Wen Zilong raised his hand again and asked:

"Mr. Yalong Ezelas, isn't he very strong? That's so strong that he is perverted?"

The palace master said, "You know that you are very strong. Don't use the 'barbarian dragon' to describe Lord Azerath. That is a blasphemy against him."

Wen Zilong nodded and said:

"You're right. Since Lord Ezelas is so strong, why didn't he find that egg himself?"

The palace master said again:

"The Immortal Dragon Clan brought that egg to the ancient land of the Moon God and set a ban on the entire ancient land of the Moon God. If Lord Azeras stepped on foot, the entire ancient land of the Moon God would collapse and the egg would be destroyed."

"Our Dragon Temple has also sent many powerful people to the ancient Moon God's land to find the dragon egg, but it has never been successfully found."

"So we can only find you now. Hope you can help us. Do you have any problems?"

Wen Zilong nodded: "Yes."

"Say. We can help you with any need."

Wen Zilong nodded and then said solemnly:

"Can you not go?"

“…”

The palace master was speechless again.

Wen Zilong smiled and said, "Just kidding. Since Lord Yalong has needs, I will naturally satisfy him."

"Uh, you're a little weird."

"Is it weird? I don't think so."

Wen Zilong looked innocent.

He naturally wants to go to the ancient land of the Moon God.

In the thunderstorm purgatory, he can quickly improve his strength in a short period of time.

It would be strange if you don't go.

However, it is not your own style to take risks like this and not to blame them for a single slap.

Thinking of this, Wen Zilong said:

"I'll go. But I'm really a little busy, I want you to help."

"you say."

The palace master spoke.

"I want the Barbarian Dragon Stone."

Wenzi Longdao.

“How much do you want?”

“The more, the better.”

The Lord of the Palace said:

"There are 300 billion barbarian dragon stones that can be used in our Dragon Temple."
To be continued...