"How many dragon clans are there on the ninth floor?"

"Countless years ago, Zulong and his son Haibolong broke out in a war. Haibo led his descendants Haibolong clan and Zulong to go to full war."

"Can my son beat me?"

"So the Haibolong tribe was defeated, the Haibolong was destroyed by the Ancestral Dragon, and most of the descendants were exiled."

"Zulong, a single fight against all his descendants? How many of his descendants are there?"

"At that time, the Haibolong clan was the largest tribe in hell except for the seven demon kings, with hundreds of millions of numbers."

"Zulong defeated all of his descendants?"

"In fact, it doesn't need to be defeated all of them. Just defeat his son. Haibolong inherited most of the power and bloodline of Zulong, but in the end he is still the descendants of Zulong's bloodline. Zulong completely suppressed Haibolong in his bloodline. The other descendants were too different from Zulong's strength, so they were not qualified to intervene in this war. Although several powerful grandchildren barely participated, the result could not be changed. Zulong won, and the Haibolong clan was completely exiled, and the Haibolong clan on the ninth level of the Trial Tower is part of it."

"Is there no descendants of the Haibolong clan in hell now?"

"The dragon clans that now form tribes in hell are mostly descendants of the other child of Zulong, Ulalong, and are also called Ulalong. There are very few pure blood Haibolong clans, but the war between Haibolong and Zulong has nothing to do with Ulalong. Ulalong has no grudges or conflicts with Zulong. So after the war, Ulalong, as the shelter of the remaining Haibolong clans, protected them, preventing them from being exiled, and allowing them to be combined with their own descendants. So it doesn't matter whether the Haibolong clan or the Ulalong clan is or the Ulalong clan. Zulong did not pursue the surviving Haibolong clans for that war. After all, the Haibolong clan is also his descendant."

"Why are father and son fighting each other?" Chen Zhao asked curiously.

Perhaps there are many examples of father-son fighting in hell, but there is a reason after all.

"It's very simple, power, bloodline. As long as the Zulong exists for one day, Haibolong will never become the ruler of the dragon clan. Ambition defeats reason, and power cannot keep up with ambition." Xiaoshuai said calmly: "Even if Haibolong is the most powerful son of Zulong, his son will never be able to defeat his father in the end, and Haibolong's failure is expected."

"Is the so-called exile meant being locked in this trial tower?"

"No, above the nine levels of the Trial Tower, each level is a small world. The Hibernon tribe is not small in the ninth level of the world. They have some resources and can also move freely. True exile is far more cruel than this. They are driven into the abyss or in the void, or trapped in chaos. They are bound and tortured by twisted forces. The Ninth level of the Trial Tower is like heaven for them. They have no more constraints except by the rules I set."

"In other words, no matter how much I kill, no one will cause trouble for me?"

"As long as you have that ability, you can hunt at will."

Chen Zhao was relieved. Since the handsome guy said it was okay, there was no need to worry about doing it too much.

And there is no need to worry about killing the dragon clan to extermination.

It seems that the ninth level is bigger than I imagined.

What the handsome guy means is that above the ninth floor, each floor is a small world and a prison.

I don’t know what kind of criminals are detained on the tenth floor. When will I go up and take a look?

Even if you can't beat it, you'll die once.

Of course, the first thing is to improve your strength.

At night, Chen Zhao entered the River Map again.

The old turtle also entered into meditation like in the past. Chen Zhao didn't know that he had entered meditation here for hundreds of years.

"Chen Zhao, who are you fighting with? Can someone beat you like this in reality?"

"Three-headed dragon, Western dragon clan, pure blood." Chen Zhao said: "I'll come in and cultivate, by the way, Lao Turtle, ask you something."

"What's up?"

"I want to learn the spells of the fire department."

"What are you doing when you learn fire spells?"

"One of the three dragons I fought today is a silver dragon. It can turn my body into indestructible ice, harder than the hardest metal I know, and it cannot be chewed at all. If I encounter it again next time, I am not sure if I can fight."

"So you want to learn fire spells to restrain that silver dragon?"

"That's right." Chen Zhao nodded.

"Idiot." Lao Bi said bluntly: "Your personality determines your attributes. What you want to learn is not fire spells, but strengthen yourself, defeat the other party in the way you are best at, and destroy the ice in the way you are best at."

"But it can't be done."

"Then exercise, exercise what you are best at until you can do it." Lao Bi said: "Nothing is impossible."

"Are you sure this is possible?" Chen Zhao really had no confidence.

"Why is it impossible?" Lao Tui said naturally: "In the past, did you think you could defeat the tiger by fighting with a tiger?"

As he said that, the old turtle snapped his fingers.

In an instant, an old turtle's external incarnation appeared in front of Chen Zhao.

"Attack him, attack whatever you want."

The old turtle's strength is many times stronger than the three black dragons, even if it is just an exterior incarnation of the old turtle.

Chen Zhao couldn't even shake the silver dragon, let alone the old turtle.

Chen Zhao first took three days to recover, and then attacked the old turtle's external incarnation.

However, even if Chen Zhao's most powerful attack is no different from scratching the old turtle.

"You have never had hope since the beginning. How could such an attack hurt me?"

"It seems that if I have hope, I can hurt you." Chen Zhao said with his eyes rolling.

"How do you know that you can't do it? Maybe this clone just happens to be stronger than you?"

"Really?" Chen Zhao suddenly felt energetic.

"Fake." Lao Bi also rolled his eyes: "This is not a hot-blooded comic. Willpower is of course important, but it is impossible to have any chance to turn the tables in front of absolute power."

"You are just denying my efforts." Chen Zhao looked at Lao Bi depressedly.

"So my advice to you is not to try to rely on willpower to decide the outcome of a battle. What you need is absolutely powerful strength. If you rely on dangerous victory every time, you are not far from death."

"What do I do?"

"Don't try to learn what you're not good at. What you're not good at is always what you're not good at. What you need is to strengthen the field you're good at and then make the field you're good at stronger."
Chapter completed!