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Hai Yuande's eyes changed, sure enough, Long Xian must have wanted something like that when he appeared here.

"No, this is the treasure of my Hai family, and it cannot be controlled by Hai Yuande alone." Haitai immediately retorted.

But he didn't have enough confidence to say this.

Because most of the elders of the Hai family would prefer Haiyuande to Hailong.

As long as it is certain that Hailong can be rescued, the elders of the Hai family will definitely agree.

For so many years, the Hai family has not researched the usefulness of the dragon ball, but it has been appraised and known to be a treasure handed down, so it is stored in the treasure house.

But in terms of usefulness, perhaps Dragon Ball is not as great as some panacea.

Hailong, as a celestial wizard who has not appeared in the family for thousands of years, is worth using the Dragon Ball to exchange for a life.

Haitai is not reconciled, Hailong is obviously dead, and his soul has already come out, but he is still competing with him for resources.

"Why is the way of heaven so corrupt?"

"How can a person after death be reborn?!"

"Why doesn't the Dao of Heaven limit it? Can't we form an organization to prevent these dead people from being reborn!"

Haitai roared in his heart, his face was pale!
"Wait, an organization that suppresses souls?"

"Hell!!!"

His eyes widened, and the corners of his mouth gradually grinned.

Hai Yuande didn't care about his younger brother at all. Although his younger brother had the same level of cultivation as him, he relied on his elder brother's name as the head of the family to make profits outside, plus the family's resources piled up.

He has no actual combat experience at all, and can only do some tricks all day long. If he wasn't his own younger brother, he might have expelled this guy from the family long ago.

Immortal God Longgong also knew who the Hai family had the final say on, he didn't listen to Haitai's words at all, and only stared at Hai Yuande.

It's just that after Haitai finished asking, his expression suddenly changed, and he showed an unstoppable smile on the side.

"This is?" Long Xian was a little puzzled.

Hai Yuande was even more confused.

Immortal God Longgong felt a sense of unease.

Hai Yuande still calmed down: "Master Longxian, I will immediately summon the elders of the Hai family to propose the Dragon Ball."

"It's just that before that, Lord Longxian needs to stabilize the soul of my son Hailong first."

Immortal Dragon Palace looked at Hai Yuande again, showing a triumphant smile.

Dragon Ball, the Hai family didn't know the function of this thing, but he did.

He heard a rumor.

Beiming Dragon Palace is not the real Dragon Palace, but just a small Dragon Palace among thousands of worlds.

The real Dragon Palace is on a continent that has been shattered.

It was a war that affected many worlds, and the Xuantian Continent was not spared.

The real Dragon Palace has long since disappeared during that war, and its real whereabouts are unknown.

And ten thousand years ago, a real dragon bumped and fell into this world, and he was seriously injured and was about to die.

After the death of the real dragon, among the several treasures left behind, one turned into the beginning of the Northern Dark Dragon Palace in the Xuantian Continent, and the other was the Dragon Ball.

The Immortal God of the Dragon Palace had not yet become a fairy when he heard this rumor, but he knew that it was the dragon ball of a real dragon. If these flood dragons could swallow the real dragon ball, they could turn into a real dragon the next moment.

Different from the cultivation of human monks, the dragon clan wants to cultivate to the highest level, and they fight for blood.

His bloodline has reached the limit of his cultivation to the current state, and if he wants to go further, the only step is to purify his bloodline.

Dragon Ball was exactly what he needed.

For thousands of years, no one has found the Dragon Ball at that moment. There have been rumors of the appearance of the Dragon Ball in many places. Countless dragon clans and human monks fought for it, but none of them got it.

In the end, the dragon ball disappeared without a trace.

And the last underworld that disappeared is in this area.

The Immortal Dragon Palace still doesn't know whether the Dragon Ball of the Hai family is the one from the real dragon ten thousand years ago.

Now that we are finally going to meet again, like opening a treasure chest, and there is a high probability that it will be this moment, there is no need to say much about the excitement in the heart of the Immortal Dragon Palace.

"If it's true, the master of Beiming Dragon Palace may have to change positions!"

Dragon Palace Immortal has even greater ambitions.

But he didn't expect that his own ambition was not as good as another ambition hidden under Haijia Haitai's ferocious smile!
Looking at the faces of Longxian and Haiyuande, Haitai couldn't bear the anger in his heart.

He already had an idea, an idea that Hiron would never recover from.

……

Five days later, late at night.

In Beihai City, at the entrance of a street.

What happened in Beihai City recently made the streets that were brightly lit and crowded with people seem deserted.

The sea breeze passed through the narrow opening formed by the street and collided wantonly in it. The resulting strong wind stirred up the floating dust and blew out the candles.

In an instant, the whole street was darkened.

The sea breeze blew bursts of mournful sounds in the air, as if praying for something.

In the dark night, there was a rotten smell.

Death is approaching, and those who play with death will eventually be swallowed by death.

A cloud of floating dust rolled up by the gust of wind gathered together, showing a grayish black color, forming a vortex.

Suddenly, a foot bound with iron armor stepped out of the vortex.

Yin soldiers haunted!

A row of Yin soldiers came out of the gray mist vortex.

They lined up on this windy street, but the wind had no effect on them.

They themselves exude this extreme cold, forming a cloudy wind by themselves.

This team of yin soldiers only has 11 people, and they are responsible for arresting some souls whose cultivation base is not very high.

The leader's eyes were full of death gray. He didn't show any expression. After looking at the surrounding scene to determine the location, he took out the document engraved with the records of the book of life and death from his arms.

After a few glances, a puzzled look appeared.

"Another suicide?"

In the past few days, many people who have not yet reached the end of their lives, who should not have reached the end of their lives, suddenly committed suicide.

Moreover, there are still some people with cultivation bases, who are free from worries and cares. Although such people do not have high cultivation bases, they should be able to find a certain status in the world.

Suicide for no apparent reason?

The bad guy shook his head.

Suicide is also regarded as death, and life has come to an end.

The underworld will also come to arrest souls.

If it is just a sudden suicide, the Yin soldiers will not be able to come according to the longevity recorded in the book of life and death, and need to be dispatched urgently.

So they came.

The leader of "Action" didn't think much about it, and commanded the Yin soldiers behind him.

The eyes of all Yin soldiers turned gray, and only when the soul appeared, would it show a scarlet color, automatically detecting the existence of the soul.

Not long after, this group of Yin soldiers rushed to the place where the man died.

A gust of wind blew through the alley.

Following the scent of the soul, the Yin soldier found the dead body and the soul of the person who had left his body.

It's just that a group of people had gathered around the corpse at some point.

This is normal. Curiosity belongs to everyone. A suicide will naturally attract people to watch.

But the strange thing is that the direction that this group of people are looking at is not the corpse, but them!