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However, among the dragon clan, there are also many types, and the strongest ones are the Purple Gold Divine Dragon, the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, and the Green Dragon .......

But no matter what, as long as it is an adult dragon, the weakest one also has the strength of a ninth-order demon beast.

What's even more terrifying is the Natal Dragon Flame, whose power is second only to the Unemployed Heavenly Fire in the fire.

Wu Ming glanced at everyone and said, "Hehe, brother looks at me like he's joking?" ”

"Brother, that Mojiao first fought the pig dragon, and then the mink beast, we attacked in a group and were almost defeated, you mean, we are going to deal with a dragon?"

Wu Ming glanced at Mo Zhaoxue very mysteriously.

"Giggles, don't worry, brother, I know it in my heart."

Mo Zhaoxue found that Wu Ming's gaze was a little bad, and she couldn't help but feel her heart move, as if she had guessed Wu Ming's thoughts.

……。

Five days passed in a blink of an eye, and in the early morning of the fifth day, Wu Ming came to the shore of Ink Lake.

He looked at the lake with a smile, and not long after, a whirlpool appeared on the surface of the lake again, and then, a huge ink Jiao appeared.

Suddenly, a burst of black light flashed around Mo Jiao's body.

Sou!

When the light dissipated, a figure rushed out of the lake directly and came to Wu Ming.

Wu Ming took a look, what a handsome man.

At this moment, the man standing in front of Wu Ming was dressed in a black robe, close to the body and smooth, eight feet tall, with flying eyebrows like a sword, and his eyes were like stars, and his face looked handsome and a little charming.

"Brother Wu." Mo Jiao bowed his head slightly and greeted.

Wu Ming knew that Mo Jiao was not willing to surrender to himself now.

"Congratulations to Brother Jiao, most of your injuries have recovered."

"Thank you Brother Wu for your help, it's a pity that the injury this time is too serious, even if you absorb the Inner Dan of Zhu Polong, you can only recover eighty percent."

Wu Ming nodded, and said secretly in his heart: "Mo Jiao, who is eighty percent strong, should also have the combat power of an eighth-order demon beast." ”

"Don't worry, if you are given a Dragon Ball......."

Hearing the word Dragon Ball, a gleam flashed in Mo Jiao's eyes.

Mo Jiao looked at Wu Ming.

"Dragon Ball?"

"Well, if you are given a dragon ball, I wonder if you can be cured?"

After a few breaths, Mo Jiao smiled contemptuously.

"Hehehe, Brother Wu is joking, if you don't slay the dragon head, how can you get the dragon ball, Brother Wu won't joke with me."

Wu Ming could see that Mo Jiao didn't believe his words at all, and Wu Ming also knew that for Mo Jiao, what he needed most was a dragon ball, as long as he had a dragon ball, Mo Jiao's injuries could be recovered, not to mention, there was a great possibility of turning into a dragon.

Turning into a dragon is Mo Jiao's greatest wish for thousands of years.

But now, although Wu Ming has an idea in his heart, it is not easy to make too many promises.

In this case, it is good to speak with deeds.

Afterwards, Wu Ming gathered everyone together, and they had stayed here long enough, and it was time to leave.

Wu Ming found Mo Zhaoxue.

"Zhaoxue, you should have a way to connect with Our Lady of Joyless, right?"

Mo Zhaoxue had already guessed what Wu Ming had in mind, and she nodded.

"Okay, you take us to see Our Lady of Wuhuan, presumably your master, you should have found a lot of people from the Funeral Desire Pavilion, right?"

Mo Zhaoxue hesitated a little and asked, "You ......, do you really want to do this?" ”

"Do as I say."

"Alright then, I'll show you the way."

So, Wu Ming called Xiao Hei out and led everyone to follow Mo Zhaoxue towards the southeast.

……。

On the same day, there was a bloody battle, and the funeral pavilion was heavily damaged.

Two-thirds of the tens of thousands of people in the Funeral Pavilion were killed in the battle, and even a deputy pavilion master, a patriarch and two elders were killed in the battle.

This is also due to the fact that when the Kuilu clan sneak attacked, some masters were not at the mountain gate.

However, the Funeral Pavilion also has branches in various parts of the world, and there are usually some masters who travel abroad, and the total number of people is tens of thousands.

Right now, the Burial Pavilion has suffered a heavy blow, and the Pavilion Master naturally ordered to summon all the disciples of the Burial Desire Pavilion to return to the mountain gate.

Therefore, the place where they gathered was not far from the mountain gate of the Burial Desire Pavilion.

Whether to rebuild the mountain gate or attack the ambush ground to take revenge is uncertain at the moment.

However, the biggest headache for the Pavilion Master of the Funeral Desire Pavilion and the masters is not the reconstruction of the mountain gate, the Holy Mother of Wuhuan has already told the Pavilion Master about the Funeral Desire Tomb, and the soul seeds of more than a thousand masters are in the hands of Wu Ming, you can imagine how the Pavilion Master of the Funeral Desire Pavilion will feel?

The Kuilu clan only hit the Funeral Pavilion hard, but Wu Ming now threatened his dominance, and in comparison, Wu Ming was even more threatening to the Lord of the Funeral Desire Pavilion.

Long story short, nothing to say along the way.

Mo Zhaoxue led Wu Ming and the others to Fuxi Mountain, three hundred miles north of the Burial Desire Pavilion.

More than 30,000 disciples of the Burial Pavilion gathered here, and the radius of a hundred miles was strictly guarded.

A temporary pavilion was set up on the top of Fuxi Mountain, and the pavilion master, two deputy pavilion masters, three patriarchs, several elders, and four virgins all gathered here.

The Holy Mother of Wuhuan only said a word, which attracted the attention of a group of masters.

"Pavilion Master, Wu Ming is rushing towards Fuxi Mountain."

Hearing the change in color, the expressions of the people present changed the most, and the two deputy pavilion masters, the two elders, and the two elders changed the most.

Quite simply, their desire is still in the burial mound.

In other words, their life and death are just between Wu Ming's thoughts.

The pavilion master is an old man with a fairy wind and a childish face, although he is over eighty years old, he still has a graceful and suave demeanor, but his expression is less human.

He has cut off the five emotions and the five desires.

Hearing this, the pavilion master's silver eyebrows were lightly raised, and there was no wave on his face.

"Hmph, at this time, he took the initiative to come here, what does he want?"

"My subordinates don't know."

The two pavilion masters are a man and a woman, the male is named Chenyi, and the female is called Yixuan, who is between sixty and seventy years old.

Chen Yi coughed and said: "Ahem, Pavilion Master, the burial mound is a holy place in this gate, but it was collected by that Wu Ming, and this matter is spreading, I'm afraid it will ......." ”

Yi Xuan then said: "What the Lord of the Chen Pavilion said is extremely true, if he comes today, he will not return the burial mound, and he must not be allowed to leave. ”

There were also several elders and elders who also hurriedly expressed their positions.

"What the two deputy pavilion masters said is reasonable, but the old man is very puzzled, the burial mound is a holy place in this sect, how, how can it be taken away by a person casually?"

"Yes, there are no wonders in this world, but the burial mound has been passed down in this sect for thousands of years, why was it taken away by a hairy boy? Then, after all, it is not a treasure, nor is it a single artifact. ”

The pavilion master's silver eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he could see that all those who spoke were all planted and wanted to plant.

If you don't solve the matter of the burial mound, these people will be in the hands of Wu Ming, these people are enough to shake the status of his pavilion master, and more importantly, without the burial mound, the self-respecting magic of the burial mounds will be useless.

Without the burial mound, even his cultivation will be difficult to improve.